to you, so that you better understand your people, that the Roma never kill or take more than they can eat. There is no killing for sport amongst us.
That night, I can still remember it; we ate a meal of hedgehog, a favorite of everyone's. Then we built a large campfire and the women made a rich, strong, coffee with lots of sugar while the men drank brandy. We were joyful just to be alive.
The dancing and music went on late into the night and when exhaustion took over we lay our eiderdowns under the stars and slept. When the weather was good we always spent our nights in the open air. During the winter we settled in one place, rested in our wagons and longed for the time when we would hear our leader the Shero Rom yell "Good Road" and once again we would be traveling.
Perhaps it was two in the morning when I heard the faint sobbing. I awoke and sat up to see what was going on. There beneath a tree right beside our wagon was the man I had seen earlier in the square. I got up and although it was not really permitted for gypsy girls to have contact with men, I was so fascinated that I walked over to him.
He looked at me and I was glued to the ground by those eyes.
"Sit" he ordered, and I did.
I cannot express to you the power that this man ’ s magnetism held. He commanded and people obeyed. At that time, even I obeyed.
His name was Grigori Rasputin. He was a holy man, he said. Just having returned from a monastery at Verkhoture where he had studied with the Khlysty sect.
I asked him what that was and why he was crying.
He told me that he had seen me when we first pulled into town and he cried for my immortal soul. I listened fascinated and a little bit terrified too. I had never thought of such things.
In the Khlysty, he said sin could be obliterated through the expending of sexual energy.
Then he took me into his arms. I was weak under his spell. He had a power with women, one that would later serve to destroy him.
I was a virgin, and he was a powerful lover. Need I tell you more?
He ravaged my young body with a passion I could hardly resist.
I gave him my heart that night, and he took it without a thought. As, I would later learn , he had taken the hearts of so many.
What he didn't know, was that I was the "special one" the Zigeuya Chovinhani, the gypsy witch. But he was soon to find out.
Chapter Two…..
“I
was born into my magic, but he taught me to use the power of sex to enhance it. I came from a long line of witches. This you must know, you too , my love have the gift and the curse of sorcery.
I could possess anything that I should desire if I were able to hold it in my mind through an entire orgasm. This is what I learned. It is a form of sex magic. Grigori had studied it while traveling to a monastery at Verkhoture where he met a sect called the Khlysty.
I know my daughter that you find this strange that I should tell you such a thing, but it is something that you must know in order to understand what happened later.
Night after night we met in secret and we loved. How we loved.
When he told me that I could possess anything that I wished for, all I could think of that I had ever truly wanted was him.
As he held me in his arms and we joined together to become as one, the power of his lips devoured me. I was so lost and completely immersed in his touch that I could not perform the sex magic. When he was inside of me I could concentrate not at all. But still I believe that he came to love me as much as he could love anyone after himself.
Not all magicians or sorcerers have the same abilities. My strengths lie in the power to destroy or protect. I could, I knew , curse an enemy or bless a friend and my harm or protection would have a fierce effect.
Grigori was a healer.
It was in his hands. When he laid them upon someone in need he could end their ills and suffering.
I watched him once as a dog lay dying upon the street. It had been attacked by a larger animal
That night, I can still remember it; we ate a meal of hedgehog, a favorite of everyone's. Then we built a large campfire and the women made a rich, strong, coffee with lots of sugar while the men drank brandy. We were joyful just to be alive.
The dancing and music went on late into the night and when exhaustion took over we lay our eiderdowns under the stars and slept. When the weather was good we always spent our nights in the open air. During the winter we settled in one place, rested in our wagons and longed for the time when we would hear our leader the Shero Rom yell "Good Road" and once again we would be traveling.
Perhaps it was two in the morning when I heard the faint sobbing. I awoke and sat up to see what was going on. There beneath a tree right beside our wagon was the man I had seen earlier in the square. I got up and although it was not really permitted for gypsy girls to have contact with men, I was so fascinated that I walked over to him.
He looked at me and I was glued to the ground by those eyes.
"Sit" he ordered, and I did.
I cannot express to you the power that this man ’ s magnetism held. He commanded and people obeyed. At that time, even I obeyed.
His name was Grigori Rasputin. He was a holy man, he said. Just having returned from a monastery at Verkhoture where he had studied with the Khlysty sect.
I asked him what that was and why he was crying.
He told me that he had seen me when we first pulled into town and he cried for my immortal soul. I listened fascinated and a little bit terrified too. I had never thought of such things.
In the Khlysty, he said sin could be obliterated through the expending of sexual energy.
Then he took me into his arms. I was weak under his spell. He had a power with women, one that would later serve to destroy him.
I was a virgin, and he was a powerful lover. Need I tell you more?
He ravaged my young body with a passion I could hardly resist.
I gave him my heart that night, and he took it without a thought. As, I would later learn , he had taken the hearts of so many.
What he didn't know, was that I was the "special one" the Zigeuya Chovinhani, the gypsy witch. But he was soon to find out.
Chapter Two…..
“I
was born into my magic, but he taught me to use the power of sex to enhance it. I came from a long line of witches. This you must know, you too , my love have the gift and the curse of sorcery.
I could possess anything that I should desire if I were able to hold it in my mind through an entire orgasm. This is what I learned. It is a form of sex magic. Grigori had studied it while traveling to a monastery at Verkhoture where he met a sect called the Khlysty.
I know my daughter that you find this strange that I should tell you such a thing, but it is something that you must know in order to understand what happened later.
Night after night we met in secret and we loved. How we loved.
When he told me that I could possess anything that I wished for, all I could think of that I had ever truly wanted was him.
As he held me in his arms and we joined together to become as one, the power of his lips devoured me. I was so lost and completely immersed in his touch that I could not perform the sex magic. When he was inside of me I could concentrate not at all. But still I believe that he came to love me as much as he could love anyone after himself.
Not all magicians or sorcerers have the same abilities. My strengths lie in the power to destroy or protect. I could, I knew , curse an enemy or bless a friend and my harm or protection would have a fierce effect.
Grigori was a healer.
It was in his hands. When he laid them upon someone in need he could end their ills and suffering.
I watched him once as a dog lay dying upon the street. It had been attacked by a larger animal
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