Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2007 14:04:09 -0800 (GMT-08:00)
From: "dymondbolt@earthlink.net" <dymondbolt@earthlink.net>
Subject: Searching for My Angel ~ Part 1

Dear Readers; Here's the next part to my story. It's a little small,
compared to my other stuff. It's also more personal (minus the magic). I
hope you like it.

Disclaimer: This is a work of Fantasy Fiction with Male to Male Sex and
Love Relationships. If you are under eighteen years of age, you should not
be here. You have been warned.

Searching for My Angel Part 1 by dymondbolt


Lil Jackson wasn't going to let me get away without telling the whole
story. And that made me a little uncomfortable. When I talked with Terry
Blue, I felt like he was an older brother. When I talked to Lil, I felt
like I was discussing my gay sex practices with my mother. Eww.

But She was an Elder of our magical community and she had the duty and
right to know when part of her magi family was going to Honor a Haunting.

The day before I had a client come in to work, who had specific
requirements on a set of microphones he wanted us to make for use in his
business. The first thing that got me interested in him was the way his
presence seemed to fill the room. As I rose to greet him, I tested his
aura.. He was Mundane! He didn't sense what I had just done and he took the
seat I'd offered with a smile. His name was Philip McGregor and he had a
thriving business Investigating Hauntings. He'd received a degree in
Psychology with a minor in Parapsychology. His work seemed to be one of the
few run by mundane people that got results. Of course I avoided mentioning
my family's background in that field. But when he came to the reason why he
needed a better microphone than the ones he'd been using, I decided to
invite myself along.

He told me about his little brother Bobby. And about the day Bobby died.
Mac ( that's what Phil's friends called him) was fifteen at the time and
heavily into baseball. Bobby was just nine and loved watching his big
brother play baseball. That particular practice came right after their
teams loss and the coach had them practicing two hours later than
normal. Bobby waved goodbye to Mac and Mac waved back. But when Mac got
home and discovered Bobby was still not home, he knew something was
wrong. Mac's parents hadn't worried because they thought Bobby just waited
with Mac. But when they saw Mac by himself, they also knew something was
wrong. His mother started calling all of Bobby's friends, while Mac and his
father took the car back along the route Mac and Bobby usually take to get
home from the baseball field.

It was a hit and run. Bobby was hit so hard his bike was hidden in one bush
and he was in another. For all of Mac's being a mundane, he was the one to
tell his dad to stop. He said he caught a glimpse of something shiny in the
bushes. Bobby's reflector on his bike. Mac found the body, too. Luckily for
Mac, Bobby just looked like he was asleep. No fear or pain was on his
face. No one ever found out who hit Bobby. Mac nearly cried telling me the
story. He still loved his little brother.

But his parents had been seeing little Bobby play around the House and it
was just killing them. The didn't get any solid contact. Just him playing
or asking for a soda at odd times. They didn't know why he was coming
bsck. They thought he had moved on.

Mac was upset cause Bobby never appeared when Mac was there. He wanted to
hear what Bobby was saying when he did appear to Mac's parents.

That was when I revealed my connection to a group of the Magical Community
that had dealings with Honoring of a haunting. I didn't let Mac know we
could do magic. But the group was known to get results. Just not always the
way the people who were still alive and in possession of the property
wanted. It helped that we never accepted money. Of course that's when they
turned to people like Mac. We had heard about him. He was one of the good
guys. Just sensitive enough as a mundane to be able to communicate with
Ghosts, if they wanted to speak. But he couldn't force them to do
anything. Though some things worked if you were magical or not.

But to his credit, Mac never tried any of them, except with the mean
Hauntings. The ones we weren't called in on. We had faster methods of
clearing out evil spirits. And they lasted.

When I mentioned the Honorings, he got a weird look on his face. That was
the name of our group. Our people had never actually met his people. Funny
how that works.

But Mac said He'd be willing to ask us in, if I was going to be involved.

Talk about pinging my Gaydar.

I tried to tone the feeling down with the idea that he just wanted to get
the microphones cheaper and still get my group to help. He knew we never
accepted anything for our help. It was part of our service to the
community. Even Magical people get Hauntings. And most don't have a clue as
to how to properly Honor one. If you don't, they get angry. Then it becomes
harder to get them to stop pestering the living.


First off, there had to be a valid reason for disturbing a soul who was
walking a different path. And there had to be a request for help from the
living. Those who see the Ghost and have a reason to want to release it
into the Light, must ask for help performing an Honoring and a Release.

And the most important part is the ability of the Celebrant Magi to
actually Perform an Honoring of a Haunting. But they also had to have
enough training to then be able to research the circumstances that resulted
in the ghost's demise. They would then know the proper way to treat the
situation.

Sometime the Homeowners had a hard time squaring away the idea that if the
ghost wasn't doing mean things they should just treat him as part of the
family.

Most thought "Hey! It's our house. Make him go away."

My family's Faith and our individual Mage abilities came from the same
Source. And the respect we have for the world and the energies/spirits in
it kept us from automatically favoring the living.  It got to be like
counseling for the whole family, when a Haunting was being looked into. But
with the added ingredient, the fact that you couldn't do a proper
intervention on a Ghost without some heavy Mage abilities.

Our people who served the community, were low key, not secretive. Most
people had an ingrained ability when very young to see many of the spirits
in our world. And most people are taught to ignore those spirits by the
time they start going to school. For the most part, no real problem for the
normal population. The majority of spirits are unable to make any real
effect on our world. They reside in the realm of creating a mood in the
area or changing the living people's attitudes.

It's when the spirit world starts to physically or emotionally effect our
world, that those people with the true abilities have to step in and
resolve the situation.

So getting back to my embarrassment and Lil.

Did I mention that Lil Jackson is the sweetest little old lady you could
ever meet? There was a Thanksgiving day dinner about six years ago, when I
showed up late. At the time I had a full, thick( and long ) beard and
shoulder length red hair. As I came into the dinning room, everyone was
already seated and they had already said Grace. They were just about to
start passing around the food when I came in. Well every single person at
the table proceeded to remind me that I was late, My beard was awfully long
and that I should get a haircut. That was about fifteen older Adults barely
saying hello to me before they start telling me they don't like the way I
look. Now for people who are sensitive to energies most of the world don't
know exist; they sure had the ability to ignore the fact when they start
picking on someone. And I was angry by the time the fifteenth person said
the same thing in a different way. I could have blown up and yelled at them
to stop pickin on my beard and hair, because thats what they had been
doing. But then with all the emotion and them realizing too late they might
have been in the wrong, and me yelling at guests at Thanksgiving, It would
have been my fault for hard feelings for that particular Holiday. Thank God
I calmed myself enough to say in an even voice "If I hear one more comment
about how long my beard or hair is, I'm going to get angry."  Now I still
wasn't in the clear. If that had been the last words on the subject, I
still would have left a bad taste in my relatives mouths. Lil, God love
her, piped up and said " Oh my God, Every one of us around the table just
made a mean comment about your beard or hair, Honey. And so did I. I'm
sorry Blue. Come over here and sit next to me, Darling." Then the whole
table started apologizing and talking with each other again, like a normal
Thanksgiving. A chair appeared from somewhere and I did sit next to her,
after I thanked her and gave her a kiss. She is my mom's best friend. She's
the one that brings something really tasty to the party, and near the end
you find her washing moms dishes for her. Mom was always embarrassed, but
she could never get Lil to stop. I knew she was quietly very proud of that
attitude that Lil had.

But to sit with Lil, when she took on the Mantle of Elder and still wanted
to make sure everything was alright with me and the family; was a little
bit like I was still a teenager while being related to a sex therapist. In
the back of my mind I could hear that little German Sex Doctor Lady start
saying "And how long have you not been able to get a complete errrection?"

I guess I felt that way because she had picked up on my attraction to the
guy who had the haunting.

She specifically asked if I "was going to pursue a relationship" with him
after we resolved his Haunting?

I'm still pretty amazed she can smell that on my soul. I guess it's like a
spiritual wet spot, or something.

I can't do it yet.

I told her " If I do, you'll be the first to know".

Apparently she had met him once before and she said he was a Hidden
Latent.!!

I had encounters with Latents before. They were people who had the ability
to work Magic and Sense the Forces around them. But they didn't have family
or friends who knew a Mage that would Apprentice them. Most of the time
Latents were so visible and disruptive, they were Silenced if no one would
take them as an apprentice. But Silencing was different from Hidden.

I asked her why this was the first time I had ever heard of a Hidden
Latent?

Lil said " We don't like Magi at large to know that Latents are able to
hide their abilities by them selves."

I said " Why? It's just another ability?"

Lil frowned and said " No. It is most definitely not. It is a reaction to
someone either abusing them or magically suppressing their memories. And
doing so with out any knowledge of their ability to do so."

I said " A Latent abusing a Latent."

Lil shuddered and said " Someone who has been able to slip through the
cracks and has been able to use some of their un-taught talent to harm
someone else. It's possible they suppressed memories, only for protecting
themselves from what they see as harm that trained Magi caused to
them. Many a silenced Latent are able to break free from the Geas in later
life and they don't set off the alarm cast with the Geas. They remember the
event and become bitter. I have Elder Documents that are held in strictest
confidence, even after thirty years, that show at least eight Silenced
Latents have caused harm to young Magi before they were caught. If they had
been Apprenticed they would have been happy with their life. But the
Masters who taught us all have become lazy in the past fifty years. Instead
of immediately gaining another Apprentice when releasing one to Journeyman
status; they wait three or four years to take one on. My brother was one
who had to be compelled to accept an Apprentice in the sixtys. He had been
a Master Level Mage for over ten years, before he took one on."

Usually Masters take on Apprentices within two or three years after
attaining that level.

Lil had paused and said what I was thinking. " I know. Selfish. My brother
had that worked out of him by his first three Apprentices. He still does
the proper work, to train a Magi. Actually his third Apprentice was a
Hidden Latent. And the Monster who harmed her was revealed to the mundane
community as a serial rapist. His Magi talent was cut out of him
psychically . Very few people have ever heard of that. I hope that this
situation and your involvement with Mac stays run of the mill. We never had
a real reason to interfere with Mac's talents. He's been productive in his
own way. Everyone sees him as Mundane. You picked up on the fact that he's
gay and never saw his Latent ability. Why would we interfere."

I was blushing right then for a few reasons. How did she know I hadn't
detected any Magi talent in Mac? And how did she know I was developing an
attraction for the guy?  She knew I was gay. I was fine with that. She had
even tried to set me up with a nephew of hers. (Cute guy, but not my
type). And how did my Aura ping not reveal his talent?

Lil must have seen the question in my eyes and relented. She said " When
was the last time you sat by a Koi filled pool and just sensed their
movement?"

My frown said something to her. She said " Surely your Master had you
meditate in front of a Koi pond or fish tank?!"

Then I was embarrassed. My Master was not the youngest of Magi. I said "
Master Terrence Sellik."

Lil had forgotten. She said " Oh. You were his last Apprentice. And you had
to Journeyman yourself to Karen Tyne. She probably thought you'd gone
through that training like she had."

I said " He wasn't well the last year."

Lil said " Well even if you had gone through that part of the training;
nine times out of ten, Magi miss the shield that wraps around a Hidden
Latent."

Lil sipped her tea and said " Most take on the thought that they are
fish. so they get missed. Say 'I am normal' enough times and those who can
read your mind believe it. Or some make themselves think they are
glass. And so the idea of substance to their Aura disappears. You probably
pinged his Aura and it said 'Nothing to it', end of story. When next you
meet your young Hidden Latent, just drop your surface shield for about five
minutes. Of course don't do that in the House where the Haunting is."

I smiled. I knew all of the precautions to take when Honoring a Haunting.

She saw that and smiled herself. " Well. Then softly sense something right
in back of him. Slowly sweep your senses back and forth. His own shield
will falter a bit when it doesn't detect an active shield of your own. Then
you will see some truly beautiful work. A strong passive Natural shield. It
will look like a textbook case. Sellik did use the Eggs, didn't he."

I was shocked. I said " Of course. He was a good Master and teacher. He
just wasn't well."

Lil said " For all the Magic we use, we're still human. We all miss a thing
or two. " She smiled and said " Don't you miss out on this young man. He is
kind and loving. And if you can find another Master interested in training
him, even this late in the game, I will approve the Bond. It just can't be
you. I see good things between you two."

I blushed again. Magi Mundane matches rarely work. I was getting the go
ahead to reveal the truth to someone who I was developing a serious
attraction for, and a pep talk besides. I said " Thank you, Auntie Lil."

She stood up and came around the big desk and said " Ok you better get
going. Say hello to your parents for me." I hugged her and we kissed each
others cheek. She softly said " Love you.

I told her " Love you too. I'll see you at Thanksgiving."

She said " Promise."

I took a little while to actually call Mac that day. I set up a get
together at a Pizza place near his parents home. It really didn't sound
like a date. But It sure felt like it. Even with the screaming kids. I had
to pick a time when two soccer teams were celebrating a win. The place had
the biggest sized Pizza I had ever seen. Mac was a big guy but we refrained
from getting the giant sized pizza. It was a cool Non-date Date.


I'll tell you about it next time.
It's funny. That night I dreamed of wings.
Maybe my Angel isn't too far away.

The end Part 1

SO? I guess I already said I have more to tell. Send feed back anyway.
Thanks for ready my story.