The witch is the mean person in any story. She could be 16 or 60, male or female, fat or skinny, rich or poor, but she's always mean. These stories are tailored to accommodate the stereotypical "old hag female witch" in the starring role. In reality, like I said, she could be 16 or 60, male or female, fat or skinny, rich or poor, but she's always mean.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
YOU ARE HER GERBIL ON A TREADMILL GOING NOWHERE
The Witch instinctively knows that love and addictions both can be equally powerful forces in the decision-making process by which her victims arrive at their decisions.
She allows you the illusion of choice so the decision becomes your own.
The choices that Life seemingly offers to you are always staggered, weighted, loaded by her.
You may choose between "Love" and "Dependence" , once you boil it down to the basics.
To that end money, support, approval, companionship, sex, rest, food, respect, career choices, your hobbies, are restricted by The Witch.
You will be offered all things taboo if you are eager to partake of things taboo.
You will have your mobility and support system curtailed should you refuse contraband.
When you are unhappy at the outcome she tells you you are unlucky.
You are no better off than her pet gerbil she loves to watch on his plastic treadmill.
Yes, she LOVES to watch you. She gets off on watching you. So watch you she will.
For once, turn the spotlight on the witch and you'll see how she operates.
If you enjoy being her pet gerbil congratulate yourself and pray for an abundance of rodent fodder to light up your days.
If you'd rather be human, pray for magic.
- SDG
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