Love ‘N’ Harts

Jeannie Love is a beautiful lady - not only on the outside but inside as well. To look at her, one would not believe her real age or what she is capable of doing. Her short, curly, light auburn hair, her flawless tanned skin, bright hazel eyes and her perfect smile all are enhancements to her firm, well proportioned figure. She is almost always happy and outgoing, and at times just a little bit "nutty". Her style and ability to sing a song are the envy of other singers.
Jeannie Love is not her true name, it's a stage name. She uses it for several reasons, but mainly so she can have a private life away from the stage. She is so in love with the man of her life that she will do almost anything for him and their five children. But they are on down the road. Let's go back and start at the beginning.
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As Jean turned over again she thought, “Ok, Jean, clear your mind. You’ve been in bed an hour already and it’s midnight. You’ve got to get some sleep, tomorrow’s a big day at work. Clear your mind, somehow you’ll get some new tires for Joe’s car; he’s okay for now, another week won’t hurt. And that new dress Jena has to have for choir… well, we’ll get it somehow. Now just relax and go to sleep.” As she turned again, she noticed it seemed to be lighter as she faced towards the window. Without opening her eyes, she thought, “Man, Sandy’s back yard light is on again, wonder what animal is out there now.” But the light kept getting brighter.
Finally opening her eyes, Jean saw the artificial sterling rose she had on her dresser glowing. “What in the world?” she said as she sat up.
At that the rose floated out of the vase and moved towards her. When it got to the foot of her bed it stopped and slowly changed to a woman.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m Angie and I’m here to give you some good news,” the woman said. “To put it bluntly, I’m here to tell you all about being a witch.”
"Me? A witch? You've got to be kidding," Jean said in disbelief.
"No, I'm not joking. You truly are a witch - a full-fledged witch with all the powers allowed by the 'High Council'."
"Yeah, sure, and the cow jumped over the moon! And who are you, the Queen of Sheba?" Jean said sarcastically.
"No, as I said, my name is Angie and, for lack of a better description, I'm your guardian angel. I've been sent to restore your powers to you."
"Powers? Restore? Hey, wait a minute! It's the middle of the night! What are you doing sitting on my bed? And how did you get in here without the security alarm going off?” Jean asked.
"They warned me you'd be very skeptical. Okay, from the top. I just appeared. I… we can do that when need be. I won't set off any of your security alarms, because you are the only one who can see or hear me. You can talk all you want since nobody can hear you either…this conversation is just between you and me. And yes, restore your powers."
"You mean I've been a witch before?" Jean asked. Angie nodded. Jean frowned, as she continued. "This doesn't make any sense. Oh I know at times I seem to know or have a feeling about something, but I never related it to being a witch. Not even when my ex husband accused me of being one. Is that what you're talking about? How long have I been one? How does somebody become a witch?"
"Whoa! Slow down! We anticipated all your questions, so let me explain. Technically you are actually classified as a ‘Sorceress’, but the more common name is witch -- at least that’s what people are most likely to think or say since no one really understands the sorceress implications. Being selected to be a sorceress was done long before you were born, every selection is. I don't know if you believe it or not, but it is true that everyone has their own star in the heavens. Our stars are considered to be a little more special. When these special people are born, they become either a wiccan or a sorcerer, depending through which constellation or galaxy their star has traveled. And there is a big difference between these two classes. The wiccan has no real magical powers and usually follows a demi-god. They are more followers of a ‘Mother Nature’ type leader. A sorcerer is the one who has the magical powers and is more under the reign of Zeus. We can cast spells and do all types of magical things. We are the ones with all the special abilities, even though we may not be born with all our powers. Also, people are able to join and follow the wiccan sect, but one can’t truly become a sorceress by choice – this you are born to be. Through the years, all these 'special' people have been given the general name 'witch', and from now on while we talk, I’ll refer to us as witch. Actually, witches really are good people and not bad looking. Only cartoon illustrators and people who don’t understand us draw us as ugly, evil and with wicked powers."
"You're really serious, aren't you?" Jean asked, still not completely believing.
"Yes, I'm very serious. Now let me continue. You wanted to know about your powers?" Jean nodded yes. "Okay. For a number of years, you have worn a ring in the shape of an Ankh. Right? Why?"
"Because I like it. I do know it's an old Egyptian symbol and is suppose to stand for life. Otherwise, I just like how it looks." Jean answered.
"Then you don't know that it's truly connected with sorcerer powers?"
Jean shook her head no.