Looking Beyond the Curtain

What started this morning has moved on into the afternoon, which means there have been updates.  Most of all one of a personal nature–

No do like those new dos you do.

Yes, I went out and got a new wig and I have to say it was the right move.  I love the cut a lot and may just go back to shaving the head because my real hair is never going to get this good.  Hey, small price to pay to look good–particularly when a cut, color, and cap–I’ll still need to wear something to cover the bald–will likely run me $300 to $500 every six months.  So it looks like I’m heading back to wig country.

While I’m doing that, my kids are heading into some special territory–a place where humans normally don’t travel.  Unless they’re witches, and special ones at that.  And Annie wants to know what goes into being a member of the Special Witches Club:


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)


“After that we’re going to learn Astral Projection and Astral Walking?”

Deanna fidgeted a bit on her pillows. “Before I go on, would either of you like tea?”

Annie and Kerry glanced at each other before Kerry spoke with a tone that expressed his incredulity. “Is this a loaded question?”

Deanna shook her head. “No visions this time; I’m simply offering tea.”

“Now I know I’m not going to get a vision with my beverage—” Kerry smiled broadly. “I love tea.”

Annie nodded in agreement. “As would I.”


You know it’s bad when your instructor offers tea and the first thing that comes to mind is, “She’s gonna have us off on another vision.”  Well, something an offer of tea is just that:  having some tea.  And with the beverage selection out of the way, they can get back to talking about class:


Deanna got to her feet. “Allow me to prepare, then.” Deanna headed to a small cabinet in the corner of the room and removed a kettle which began steaming as soon as she waved her hand over the top. She dropped several teabags into a small pot and poured in the water, then let the bag seep as she gathered cups and saucers before handing them to her students. “That should be ready in a few minutes.”

Annie set her cup and saucer aside. “When will we get to Astral Walking?”

“My, you are eager.” In the year and a half Deanna had known Annie she can remember seeing her this excited about learning magic. “Naturally, opening the Curtain takes a bit more skill than being able to read auras or project your aura into the Astral Realm. I don’t expect to actively to begin actively teaching you Astral Walking until we return from Yule holiday, but…”


“I will take you into the Astral Realm before then.” She motioned towards the teapot and levitated it toward them, finishing her statement as she poured the tea. “You need to know a little about getting around in their before you actually go in there.”

Annie found it almost difficult to keep her cup and saucer from shaking as she considered thoughts of what it was going to be like entering the Astral Realm. Her mother and father had never advance this far into Astral Studies, so they had no tales of what it was like passing through the Curtain and beyond the Physical Realm.

As much as she enjoyed sorcery, Annie was nearly as fascinated by Astral Studies. She had always wanted to Dreamwalk and Astral Projection was another thing that she did want to learn as a young girl. Her parents lack of reading material on the subject kept her restricted in her studies, but she had never lost interest in wanting to know what existed beyond the Curtain.

And now, not only did she know how to Dreamwalk and was going to learn how to Astral Project, Deanna was going to take Kerry and her physically through the Curtain so they could stand on the other side.


And now you have the truth:  The Little Sorceress also wants to spend time on the other side of the Curtain and she’s been oh so eager to learn how to get there. And it seems like it won’t be long before the kids are gonna get to do a little walkabout in the Astral Realm so they can get a feel for the territory and learn what they can and can’t do.

And speaking of what Deanna doesn’t want them doing–

Meditations Before the Curtain

After all the stuff with walking around town yesterday, there really wasn’t much else to do for the rest of the day.  I went out to get groceries and didn’t return until after two in the afternoon, I sat down to watch Doctor Zhivago not long after that and missed about thirty minutes at the start because I feel asleep, but that was mostly due to starting to cry about thirty seconds into the credit roll at the beginning of the movie.  I actually cried throughout most of that film–I usually do–and even when I thought I was done crying, I found a few more tears to shed.

I wonder if Kerry’s seen Doctor Zhivago?  I’m sure he has, because that’s the sort of movie he’d watch.  That and Aliens.  Maybe back-to-back.  I’m guessing Annie’s never seen either of those films, and the first time they watch them together will be an interesting one.  Maybe Annie will cry when Lara goes away forever.  We’ll see.

But now we have a scene that’s not about the kids–not really.  The focus is shifting, and we’re out of the Great Hall now . . .

This is going to be an unusual scene, because I’m taking the story to a place it’s never been before.  The good thing is I spent a lot of the last couple of days thinking about how to put this scene together, and even coming up with a few little refinements here and there.  That’s how I do it in my mind:  now if I can only get it out on paper.

Here we go then, all four hundred words to start the new scene.  Let’s see if you know where it’s going . . .


All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015, 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

After leaving the hospital Deanna didn’t return to the Instructor’s Residence, but went instead to her office in Åsgårdsreia Tower. She wanted to think, to consider what they knew happened tonight, and while she could have done this just as easily in her room in the Residence, she felt just as comfortable sitting here with the door locked, the lights low, and a few pillow thrown on to the floor to comfort her while sitting.

There was a huge hole in Annie’s story, and while Coraline was right about not confronting her this evening, Deanna couldn’t let go of the feeling of wrongness the story left. She wasn’t only the school seer, but she was, as she like to say, the Interpreter of Dreams, and her interpretation of this dream situation was defined by Coraline earlier in the evening—though Deanna could never face Annie and express her feelings using those words.

There was something she knew of, however, that could tie into the reasons behind Annie’s panicked walking and running to Kerry. She’d never investigated that reason because doing so would involve a slight amount of danger—

She didn’t feel it was something she could put off any longer.

Deanna’s office was a good place to perform the magic required to allow her to begin gathering her own facts. There wasn’t any possibility of interruption, and she was closer to her eventual destination than if she were crafting this spell in her room in the Residence. She rose from her lotus position and kicked the pillows off to the side before facing the south wall of her office. Deanna didn’t require a flat surface: just the energy, vision, and willpower to properly craft her art.

A moment of concentration brought the image of the effect into her mind’s eye, and she pulled the energy together in a matter of seconds, for this was a spell she’d crafted a few times in the past. Raising her arms to her side, Deanna reached out with her willpower and pushed it into the fabric of the physical realm—

The air before Deanna fractured and was pushed to either side of her body, leaving a glowing, door-like opening two steps away. She spent another twenty seconds crafting another spell, then a few seconds more staring into the opening before her.

Deanna stepped through the Curtain and quickly sealed the astral doorway behind her.


Astral Doorway.  That’s where we’re going next.  You’re heard about it, and it’s been teased, but now I’m off to see what the Astral Plain looks like.

The place may even look like this.  Or an Arby's.  Hard to say.  In And Out Burger, perhaps?

The place may even look like this. Or an Arby’s. Hard to say. In And Out Burger, perhaps?

It’s time to take a walk–and see what we can see.