In a small village in Northern California, a gardener found a safe buried under his passion fruit vines near the damiana patch. He had recently purchased a home with a few acres of gardens and was working on pruning his bounty for harvest season. As he was digging and fertilizing the fields, he hit a hard spot that at first he thought to be a rock. As he uncovered it he found that it was a small safe made of steel. After finding this archeological dig and excavating it from the garden, he transported it to a local locksmith who successfully unraveled the combination lock and made a new key. When the gardener got home, he opened it and found a pink pottery jar stamped “Love Potion” sealed with a cork and wrapped safely in gauze. Inside the jar was a parchment scroll tied with a red satin ribbon. It read….
“I put a spell on you. You’ll never know, because I cannot tell you. It is my darkest secret buried in the earth as I work silently in alignment with the natural forces of the universe. Should I tell you my secret, not only do I breach my confidentiality agreement of trust and faith in the universal mind, I also give away my power to ego thus breaking the eternal binding spell of love divine. Therefore, I quietly sit and watch as you enjoy the candlelit dinner that I prepared for you. A love potion was added to your passion fruit tea and drizzled onto your home cooked meal. As you moan in pleasure while partaking that first morsel of this gourmet feast, a bewitching enchantment brings about a special fulfillment. I write these words to contact your subconscious universal mind so that it may permeate profoundly into your hidden psyche. I bury this secret deep into the earth as it represents the deepest, darkest elements of ecstasy. May this agreement be ordained and sealed with a kiss as fervent passion takes over and unites us as one. So mote it be.”
About a year later, the gardener stumbled upon an occult store as he was searching for a specific herb in seed form. On the wall of the shop he discovered a row of framed photos facing east, depicting a woman with that same pink love potion jar. It is archived that she was the high priestess of the township and that she married her true love and moved far away to be with him. The photos were preserved in historical reference to the founding of the regional area. The gardener never spoke of his findings and continues to tend his crops. Sometimes while tending his passion fruit vines, he stops for a second and reflects on the true meaning of the words love and passion as he digs deeper into the darkness of earth under the light of the full moon sky.
(c) 2020-Karen St. Claire. All rights reserved.
Model: Karen St. Claire
Photographer: Ben Michaels