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Wandered through the streets this morning while it was quiet, in the shop windows nasty plastic pumpkins, light-up devils horns... time of year I suppose... then I saw some fluffy little neopagan sitting in the rain - tin pentagram round his neck for all the world to see.
“See I'm a floaty woaty fully fledged witch..."
For fucks sake.
What is going on? There's more and more of the fuckers wandering about, pretending to be something that they're not. A plague of work-shy bludgers pretending to be on a mystical path of more stella, more weed...
They fucking call themselves witches - is that a title you'd be proud to bear?
Until fifty years ago, being called a witch was akin to being a sexual deviant.
The church didn't invent the idea that a witch was evil - that they consorted with dark spirits for their own ends - oh no that idea's been around for a much longer time than some skinny guy fromBethlehem
Jeez, wake up and smell the roses... huh ever tried reading a book that isn't just a bunch of lies from some mad woman in the fuckin states?
Witchcraft has always about using power to influence, to control, another without their knowledge, without their permission.
Then we came along, with all the fucking arrogance of the 'modern' world - too busy to learn the lessons of before.
Fluffy earth lovers clutching their ipods - no, they cried, we're witches, we love the earth, we'll dress up in cheap costumes and indulge in our own little fairy tales.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
I know - there were good guys once. They used magic too.
But they won't call themselves witches.
Cunning men - yes, pellars - yes, even wise women if you must.
These folk hunted witches, put them to death, protected us.
Sorry? Yep I know, I'm a city boy - what would I know about witches?
As I said before, the bastard who put me here is a witch.
A pretty powerful one.
I've seen what he can do the hard way, not through feel-good books and websites.
Through, blood. Through vomit. Through screams.
God help us.
Where are the cunning folk? I'm praying they're not recording podcasts.
“See I'm a floaty woaty fully fledged witch..."
For fucks sake.
What is going on? There's more and more of the fuckers wandering about, pretending to be something that they're not. A plague of work-shy bludgers pretending to be on a mystical path of more stella, more weed...
They fucking call themselves witches - is that a title you'd be proud to bear?
Until fifty years ago, being called a witch was akin to being a sexual deviant.
The church didn't invent the idea that a witch was evil - that they consorted with dark spirits for their own ends - oh no that idea's been around for a much longer time than some skinny guy from
Jeez, wake up and smell the roses... huh ever tried reading a book that isn't just a bunch of lies from some mad woman in the fuckin states?
Witchcraft has always about using power to influence, to control, another without their knowledge, without their permission.
Then we came along, with all the fucking arrogance of the 'modern' world - too busy to learn the lessons of before.
Fluffy earth lovers clutching their ipods - no, they cried, we're witches, we love the earth, we'll dress up in cheap costumes and indulge in our own little fairy tales.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
I know - there were good guys once. They used magic too.
But they won't call themselves witches.
Cunning men - yes, pellars - yes, even wise women if you must.
These folk hunted witches, put them to death, protected us.
Sorry? Yep I know, I'm a city boy - what would I know about witches?
As I said before, the bastard who put me here is a witch.
A pretty powerful one.
I've seen what he can do the hard way, not through feel-good books and websites.
Through, blood. Through vomit. Through screams.
God help us.
Where are the cunning folk? I'm praying they're not recording podcasts.
posted by chressie at Tuesday, October 24, 2006
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