Talent Acquistion

The witch owns and operates a widget factory.
She employs a driller, a custodian, a delivery boy, 3 women on the assembly line, and one driver.
That all looks legit until you look a little closer.
The delivery boy does her grocery shopping and sweeps the floors.
The driver is her husband's masseuse, and he cooks all their meals.
The driller packs and ships the widgets.
The custodian is their IT guy.
And one has to wonder how 3 women can man an entire assembly line and make the company a profit.
The couple call themselves "industrialists".
This has been going on for years.

                                                                                                                                 - SDG

When You're Under Surveillance by The Coven ...

Funny things happen when the coven is 'watching you'.
They respond to 'messages' you never send them,
 mention incidents that happen 10,000 miles away from them,
 and they know what you were wearing yesterday,
 and you haven't met them in years.

The telephone is a witch's best friend.

Why do they spend all this time and energy watching someone ?

                                                                                                                    - SDG

The Most Common Witch-isms

You can call anybody fat, lazy, or stupid and get away with it, for a while,
 since, really, what are the parameters here?
A witch will always call you those three things, and add "liar" to the list,
 just in case you stand up for yourself and contradict the witch.

                                                                                                                 -  SDG

Caduceus

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The Caduceus is the symbol of the healing arts worldwide.

Tiresias is rumored to have gone blind for having watched a couple of snakes mating, and of having  been turned into a hermaphrodite who could foretell the future.

I like to think of it as a happier event.

It refers perhaps to that moment post a mid-life crisis when you realize you are complete, that you have wings, that you are healed, and that you have control over how your life turns out.

Let no witch tell you any different, for witches gain much power in this world by posturing as the only known charmer of snakes, who can gaze at a crystal ball and tell you you are doomed and that it is all your fault, and that you brought it on yourself, that it is only fair in God's world that you must suffer to pay for your imaginary sins, like being genetically deformed because blah blah blah blah .....

                                                                                                            - SDG

                          

"You Catch More Flies With Sugar," She Said

The witch is in the unabashed business of catching flies.
No, not the winged variety.
She's talking about the little scrap of fabric that makes a man modest in modern society.
She is like that witch from the Grimms' fairy tales that owned a house made of sugar.
Hansel and Gretel were held hostage there.
Gretel had to sweep and mop and cook all day.
Hansel was being fattened for a roast to remember.

Returning now to this particular story of this particular witch,
 she has opened a tiny eating place in the red light district where she used to ply her trade.
She serves exotic meats and very expensive desserts.
The menu reads as follows -

donkey bollox ............... 10p

monkey bollox .............. 11p

neanderthal bollox ........ 13p

gelding bollox ............... 25p

boy bollox ..................... 29p

14 yr old boy bollox ...... 75p

married man bollox ....... 15p

widower bollox ..............12p

bisexual bollox ...............40p

gay bollox .......................39p

mermaid milk ice cream ...........90p

whore milk ice cream ...............20p

her sister's ice cream ................. 8p

orphanage wet nurse ice cream  16p

She got no milk or she'd sell it for 40p she says.
Her sister is a fifth of her worth she says.
The neighbors say they aren't sisters really.
The witch is a byproduct of her mother's liason with the butcher they say.
That's how she has returned to what is in her genes,
 selling goods produced on an animal farm, they say.
Now that you think about it, she looks nothing like her sisters at all.

                                                                                                                       - SDG

Wanderlust

What is it with heroes and their years of wandering through the world?
Not all journeys were made by choice.
Sometimes it was an exile of sorts.
Moses, Alexander, Odysseus, Hercules, and all the rest of them  ....
While wandering, there were witches they had to contend with.
Some were obviously evil, like Medusa.
Some were sirens.
Some were mythic creatures, bugaboos of the mind.
I do believe I know a couple of guys who are currently stranded on the isle of the Amazons,
 one stuck in endless negotiations with Circe,
 another dealing with Mantara's forays into his village,
 one charmed out of his wits by a mermaid,
 one turned to stone by a Medusa.

Round trips around the globe come at a steep, steep price.

                                                                                                  - SDG

A Life of Abject Poverty

    We all agreed upon this earlier today, that we've never seen any man quite as hungry for the feminine as is the witch's husband.
    He's not your average jerk trying to screw every woman he sees. This man is hungry for female company. He's just the kind of guy who would create a fake Match.com account, take his quarries out to a romantic getaway for two, and then disappear. There are two types of men who do this, those who are looking for a steady stream of new bodies to copulate with, and the ones who seek an understanding of themselves through a pair of feminine eyes. It's the age ole "snake-eyes" vs "doe-eyes" situation he's stuck in.
     Early in life he watched the delicate fawn does being devoured by snakes so he settled for a snake, just to keep from having to guard his home and offspring, little realizing he was going to end up in the belly of the beast while believing he was living in his comfort zone.
     At the time when he picked the snake for a companion there were hidden payoffs in that decision he had hoped would stay hidden forever. But Time shows no mercy, not to kings, and not to beggars. The whole world knows his deepest darkest secrets, those that he's built several layers of myths around in an effort to guard them. So now he tells blatant lies in an effort to cover the telltale signs of the far from desirable reality of his existence. If only he knew that most of the world is also sweating profusely under several layers of masks and disguises! But when is he ever going to arrive at that realization? The snake has him charmed into believing the worst about himself, while mistakenly believing the lies she tells him of her infinite superiority over him.
     So what we have here now is a pathological liar with a closet full of floozy undies and a body or two, the bad boy who deserves a whipping behind the woodshed every other week.
     Little does he realize he is the goose that lays the golden eggs, for all this while he's imagined himself a grander gander.
     There is a strange kind of poverty in the shadow of the house on a leafy boulevard in the shining city upon a hill. The freshly painted white picket fence, the two beamers, those golden eggs he's laid are just ghostly reminders to him that he has no home, he has no vehicle, and he has no gold. He has been left emaciated in this paradoxical shadow land of death and barren bones he's been banished to. It is the paucity of all things deemed feminine.
     He has gone emotionally bankrupt and lost the ownership of himself.
     So he has a begging bowl before him, as he wanders through life, begging for alms in femininity, in the scraps of which he hopes to reclaim his identity.
     I hope he knows there is a veld beyond wrongdoing and rightdoing where the two halves of your psyche meet and lay down in the grass, and the world is too full to talk about. This is where the yin and the yang within meet and merge and delight in one another and the world is verdant again, and you are rich once more.
     As a footnote may I add that this story is truer for women than it is for men. If you can transpose the details to fit the details of a story with a female protagonist in it you'll see how this works for women who have unwittingly ended up banished to barren lands in the shadows of their own homes. I have made a commitment to call my blog "Witchipaedia" so my villain, unfortunately, is always an ugly witch.

                                                                 

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HNY

May the wicked become good
May the good attain peace
May the peaceful become free from bonds
May the freed set others free
--Sanskrit prayer
Happy New Year!