The Internet, scientific, and fictional literature is overflowing today with a variety of information about the ritual of initiation into witches. Yet, as it is for sure, few speak. Only one thing is known - initiation into witches is tantamount to selling one's soul to the forces of evil.
Initiation into witches. Eyewitness account of Catherine
This dark story that happened to me in the summer of 2012 will remain in my memory forever. The incident reminds me of myself every day.
Then I just turned 17 years old. Every summer I went to the village to see my grandmother near Uzhgorod (western Ukraine). In the village, I have many friends with whom I had fun all the summer months. But that summer, there was no time for fun.
Baba Lucy lived next door to me. I knew my grandmother from childhood, and I also knew that the villagers were wary of her, and my grandmother did not allow me to communicate with her too much. Although in appearance, it was the most ordinary and affable granny. Why the whole village considered her a witch, I did not know, until August 2012!
One evening I was going to go with friends to the river. As soon as I left the house, I immediately met Baba Lyusya. My grandmother asked me to visit her for five minutes to drink some tea. I agreed.
And this is what my grandmother told me over a cup of tea.
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“You know, Katya, I have known you since birth. All seventeen years I have been watching you closely, you are special, you have great strength. You probably know who I am. I received this gift from my grandmother, and she from hers, and so on from generation to generation. But, as you can see, I have no grandchildren and children, I have no one to convey my strength, the power to know everything and see everything, and even hear what the dead think about. I want to give it to you."
I knew that there were bad rumors about Baba Lyusa. What she sees, what she hears and what kind of dead she is talking to, I did not know. Did I believe this? I couldn't say that either. Yes and no. Did I want to become a witch who can do anything. Rather yes than no!
“Now listen to me carefully, Katya. You probably know about Mount Svolokha, which is five kilometers from our village? Do not be afraid of her, people in the village say that there are many snakes there, therefore they do not go there. And you were probably told about it. But I’ll tell you what I’ll tell you, there is no viper there. People invented all this for the reason that they are afraid of HIM. And so that no one considers them crazy, they say that everything is strewn with reptiles.
The day after tomorrow is the full moon. At one o'clock in the morning you must leave the house, in two hours you will reach the top of the mountain. Do not be afraid of the impassable forest, the light of the Moon will show you the path, go up this path. There are no wolves, no bears, no snakes, or other dangerous animals in that forest. By three o'clock in the morning you will reach the top. At the very top there is no forest - a large meadow, and in the middle there is a large stone."
Baba Lucy brought a rolled sheet of paper from another room, a large knife as old as the world, and took off the chain on which a pendant hung in the form of a sign unknown to me.
“Take it all. Do not put on the chain yet, do not read the written spell on paper now. When you climb to the top of the mountain, take off all your clothes, stand on a stone, put this chain with a pendant around your neck, unfold the leaf, slash your hand with a knife so that your blood gets on the paper and start reading aloud what is written there. The moon will be as light as day, you can easily cast a spell.
As soon as you start reading, you will hear voices, creepy and scary. Fear nothing, be brave, stand still and read, HE does not like cowards. As soon as you cast the spell, burn the paper on the stone. Don't forget to bring your matches or a lighter. Get dressed and go to the village. On the way home, it will seem like you are being followed. Don't be afraid and try not to turn around. Come home, sleep off. When you wake up, you will feel that you have become a different person, but I will no longer be in this world. I will become a part of you."
Do you think I was scared? Not at all! I really wanted to become like Baba Lucy. She possessed some special power that cannot be described in simple words. I was not stopped by the fact that I would have to go to the forest myself at night without a phone, which Baba Lucy had forbidden to take with me. I wasn't even afraid to meet HIM.
Become a witch. To be able to do a lot, to influence others and to know what the dead think. The dream of many living. However, not everyone is chosen by the dark forces. I was among the chosen ones. It remained only to survive the ritual of initiation into a witch and meet with HIM. Yes, it was the meeting in the night forest with an unknown force that I was most afraid of.
The most important night in my life has come. At exactly one in the morning, I quietly left the house, fortunately, my grandmother sleeps well, and went towards the mountain. Baba Lucy was right, that night was a full moon, it was light outside. Without a flashlight, I easily found the path that led to the top of the mountain. It was a long walk, but the fear of the night forest completely disappeared, because very soon I had to become a witch who should not be afraid of evil spirits, but on the contrary, subjugate her and use her for my own purposes.
Two hours' journey through a dense forest and I reached the top of the mountain, on which there is a huge clearing, and in the middle there is a stone the size of a truck. The sky was clear, the moon illuminated the clearing so that every blade of grass was visible. And on the top of the mountain there was perfect silence: there was no singing of birds, no songs of crickets, no rustling of leaves. I had never felt this way before.
I took off all my clothes and started climbing a high rock, which was not easy. As Baba Lucy had told me, I stood facing the Moon, put a chain with a pendant around my neck, slashed my hand with a knife without sparing myself, so that there was more blood, and soaked the yellowed paper in it. I started reading. Aloud, loudly, the echo of the spell echoed from all sides as if a powerful acoustic system was installed in the clearing. Now I do not remember a word from that spell, I remember one thing - it was a lot and a long time to read.
The witch was right, voices began to appear. First one, then two, then three, after a minute and a half - dozens. These were clearly not people, they were vile, a little childishly high and lisping voices, muttering something in an incomprehensible language. It became even more frightening when branches crunched in the forest, and a cloud that had appeared from nowhere began to cover the moon, although there was no wind - the street was completely calm. I continued to cast the spell and tried to abstract from what was happening around, although I felt that my whole body was trembling. In my thoughts I reminded myself: "HE does not like cowards, just a little bit more and I will become omnipotent, I should bear with it."
A blow to the back, a second blow to the neck, a third blow to the chest, some unknown force began to push me. I jumped off the rock, grabbed my clothes and ran towards the village. The moon completely disappeared behind the clouds, it became completely dark, and the voices were no longer whispering, they were threatening screams and roars. I ran naked all the way to the village, falling and clinging to sharp and thorny branches. When I reached the first lamppost, I finally put clothes on my scratched and bloody body.
In the morning I decided to go to Baba Lyusa and admit that I had chickened out, and the witch won't leave me. I had never hated myself so much, for the first time in my life I wanted to stick my head into a noose. However, I was not able to communicate with Baba Lyusya. As soon as I got out of bed, my grandmother told me that Baba Lucy had died that night.
The funeral was scheduled for the next morning. In the cemetery, when I was standing by the coffin, thirty meters away, a human figure appeared between the trees. Looking more closely, I recognized this figure as Baba Lucy. I look at the coffin - there is Baba Lucy in it, I look at the man between the trees - also Baba Lucy, who looks directly at me and calls her finger to her. I went up to her.
“You can't get away with it. Death awaits you, a terrible death here, and torment there. I gave my life, and you betrayed me,”said the grandmother and went deep into the cemetery.
On the same day, I packed all my things and went home to the city. I dreamed about Baba Lucy every night. Later, I began to stumble upon her phantom in my apartment, in the evenings on the deserted streets of the city, in the corridors of the institute where I studied. Each time she promised me a painful death. I realized that that night, the power or the soul of the witch left the body to move into me. I thwarted the ritual, and the witch's soul now dangles between worlds and cannot find peace.
I know I will die soon. Perhaps when you read this now, I am already gone. I feel my strength leaving me, and my mind dissolves into thin air.