6 The Mana Within Chapter 6

When i did see my mother she was furious! I had allowed my whole life to dwindle down for one major party. My studies. My extracurricular activities. Learning about and practicing my mana. (My Magic) From what I've been told by my bubbe (what we call my grandma) we are Russian Jewish Gypsies. Our blood contains ancient gypsy magic that goes back to biblical times. Everyone has Mana inside them. Its like our soul. Some people have good pure and compassionate mana, while others carry immoral, ugly, dark mana. Some of us hold highly intelligent, intellectual mana. Logical Magic. Then there are those whom contain ignorant, un-informed mana. Chaotic Magic. My bubbe said that there are as many different types of mana as there are personalities and characteristics. That's why its important for us to study, learn, practice and controll our mana. Our magic can be very powerful, and used incorrectly for the wrong reasons sends negative energy into the air around us. Our mana is like a magnetic force inside us that attracts positive and negative energy to our lives depending on what we put out into the universe. Simply put- a very strong willed gypsy can concentrate and focus on anything she wants and it will come to her, love, wealth, happiness, health. A uneducated gypsy could possibly be pulling things into thier lives without even knowing it. Stressing on a test at school, think they will fail- putting all that negative energy out around them then magnetically pulling that failing grade to thier reality. And vice versa. Focusing so intently on acing an interview and getting a job. Visioning yourself walking into the office and being greeted by your future boss. The air between you two is professional. Your new boss stands up behind thier desk with a huge grin. You instinctively shake thier hand. Accomplished. You invision yourself receiving that job. Now your pushing that positive magnetic energy into your world. Then BAM! You get the job.Thats mana gypsy magic for dummys 101.

On my 7th birthday i was given a menorah, a Jewish prayer book, and multiple manuals to study containing ancient magical secrets. Every year since on my birthday I've received another book sometimes two, however always of more caliber then the previous. Bubbe said on my 18th birthday in two more years ill receive the rest of the books and the Holy crescent moon talisman that hangs around her neck. On my 15th birthday i received a sacred ring, engraved in the gold was a little hummingbird, the moon behind its tiny wings. With my bubbes magic only i could see the beautiful hummingbird zooming back and forth the moon on my white gold band. Right now she also has Oden. Our family Phoenix. Hes a beautiful bird and i absolutely adore him! With everyother generation he goes up into flames, and there amidst the ashes emerges a gorgeous egg! Granite in form, marble in appearance. The fire will continue to burn around the wondrous egg through out the end days of its current owner. Then with the passing of that generation, comes the birth of a beautiful baby phoenix. Oden decides whom he will allow his owner to be. So far it seems he has been skipping generations. Before the magical bird was re-born to my Bubbe, Oden had been owned by Her bubbe, and so on and so forth! As far back as they can remember Oden has been in our family, brought over to America from ancient Romania.I personally have yet to see the birds magical rebirth and honestly am not really looking forward to it. That would mean the passing of my Bubbe and even though I feel Oden ready to let me care for him, im not ready to say goodbye to my grandma. Things have already been rough. My mother is a wild Gypsy. A free spirit. When i turned twelve she decided i was old enough to care for my two younger brothers. We each have different fathers. It started with her leaving at night. One night turned into a week away. A week away turned into a month. We lived in the middle of bum fuck nowhere and the nearest neighbor was miles away. That didn't matter anyway we grew up knowing about the magic in our family and being taught to never talk to others about what happens in our family no matter what! Soon we started to run out of food and hot water. My youngest brothers father came immediately and picked him up. I called my other brothers grammie and she came to pick him up. I was 12 and my brothers were 6 and 3. For a few months i had done my best to take care of the boys. Bath them, feed them. Teach them thier ABC's and manners too! Untill we ran out of our necessities, and because my magic was extremely undeveloped i had no choice but to call for help. I had went to stay with my bubbe for a while till our mother had exhausted her magic and needed to recuperate her mana. She came back to stay with my Aunt and that's how i came to stay here too. As much as i love my Bubbe, its always about morals and values and practicing and learning with her. With my mom, its more fun, more of a free time, shes a free spirit after all! My Bubbe had instilled in me from a young age not to abuse our powers. We live comfortably, however, we should also struggle like any one else in the world as to not attract attention. Were not allowed to become greedy and only focus on immense wealth. There is a book of lawys and guidelines- and that is one of them.