Today I placed the tablet construct unto the chessboard I created, using the board as an altar. It seemed so appropriate using this board representing the battle or game of life and and our ties to the land. The construct is made of the same # of squares as the board so to open a portal or key to The Morrighan.
Next, I recited a Lorica to the Morrighan, or prayers seeking her guidance and protection. Through the blood of my ancestors, as I felt them hallow and waiting or watching in the distant. I meditated and called.
I traveled to a place I call my soul chamber. There is a hall with dim torches, the floor is wet from rain pouring in. The walls of stone are also rough, dark, and wet. I make my way to the end of the hall and a door with a tree embelem scored into it. I open the door to find myself seated before my chessboard calling to The Morrighan. I hear the caw of a raven and from shadow she forms behind me. Her message is clear as she wants to see my dedication to this cause.
I pull three cards and again I am faced with the image of my current status of spiritual miserlyness. I need to let go of things, those preventing the free flow of life and energies. Seems fitting necromantic works will aid in the death of this part of myself.