(A good screetch, channeled through the Elf, who was in turn channelled through our faulty ventilation-system:)
- Hey! Obviously I am fed up with both Narcissism, Marxism, and the Pontifex of Feminism, that is fairly honest to admit.
I am a very Aggressive Healer. Not the nice kind that lulls you to oblivion and play a whale-song in the background.
If you ever heard that calling ... and answered "No, I don't really want to do that", then you know what I mean. It´s not very comfortable,but it is my underpaid task at hand. It´s not about the money or fame either.
I'm rewarded with the Peace-prize of Mind. Either that, or needles and pins...
Little did I know, when I as a young and inexperienced Witch took the oath to serve my absolute Highest Good....(but, Why do I say My highest good and not also Yours?) Is there not one collective Good, a pocket-version that fits all?
There probably is... somewhere. It could be....
But only in the Mind of Gods rests the full story. A witch is perhaps the ambassador of unbelievable stories, but not the only spokesperson for all individual lifeforms per se.
I am not to my knowledge protected by the Vienna convention on Diplomatic relations. I can only be responsible for myself in my dealings with the Gods. I can only pray for diplomatic immunity.
(In Ramayana, when the demon king Ravana ordered the killing of poor Hanuman, Ravana's younger brother Vibhishana pointed out that messengers or diplomats should not be killed, as per ancient practices. Some witches may stick to that.)
Our Mission - should we choose to accept it- could among other things be to protect and preserve the many myths of our human collective mind and story. We usually call it "the Mysteries". It shows us it´s glimpses of who we are, through what we do. We are both Gods and Nature in our bones, children in and of Nature herself. No one "better" than the other.
Today and in our time, many myths and stories unfortunately dies before our eyes. They are corrupted and thwarted by historical revisionism.
I will urge you to seek to restore (between sleep and some meals), and to the best of your ability, the many cryptic stories and their meaning as it it presented from Elf to me personally -a magical diplomat and a messenger- in my dreams and oftentimes blurry visions .
I hereby make public a short, yet good screetch that I wrote for a Swedish annual Astral-Convention called Blåkulla, (also known as the German Blocksberg/Brocken-convention.)
(The Brocken spectre is a common phenomenon on this misty mountain, where a climber's shadow cast upon fog creates eerie optical projections, one of them seeing witches copulating with the Devil)
Ok.Here we go:
(In Ramayana, when the demon king Ravana ordered the killing of poor Hanuman, Ravana's younger brother Vibhishana pointed out that messengers or diplomats should not be killed, as per ancient practices. Some witches may stick to that.)
Our Mission - should we choose to accept it- could among other things be to protect and preserve the many myths of our human collective mind and story. We usually call it "the Mysteries". It shows us it´s glimpses of who we are, through what we do. We are both Gods and Nature in our bones, children in and of Nature herself. No one "better" than the other.
Today and in our time, many myths and stories unfortunately dies before our eyes. They are corrupted and thwarted by historical revisionism.
I will urge you to seek to restore (between sleep and some meals), and to the best of your ability, the many cryptic stories and their meaning as it it presented from Elf to me personally -a magical diplomat and a messenger- in my dreams and oftentimes blurry visions .
I hereby make public a short, yet good screetch that I wrote for a Swedish annual Astral-Convention called Blåkulla, (also known as the German Blocksberg/Brocken-convention.)
(The Brocken spectre is a common phenomenon on this misty mountain, where a climber's shadow cast upon fog creates eerie optical projections, one of them seeing witches copulating with the Devil)
Ok.Here we go:
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"Our Gods do change as we change. Change is as true as oxygen. We interact and create and change a lot .
But what do we create?
Is it not so, that whole concepts of our reality goes missing from right under our noses in the human realm as we speak?
Is it not so, that we no longer understand the meaning and the depths of the fairy tales told by our ancestors before sleep, and therefore clings desperate to a few scattered fragments, presented to us as prosaic yet entertaining memes on the Internet?
Is it not so, that political and religious forces indeed knows how to make cynical use of the ways of the ancients as a mean to further control and brainwash the masses?
Is it no so, that it´s systematically postulated by so called "witches themselves", that we no longer even exist? Is that even acceptable ?
And is it not so, that perfectly peaceful creatures of the nocturnal and subconscious realm, loyal creatures who served the human society well in our past, has been slayed and maimed by the wicked Winchester brothers in the TV-series "Supernatural" , and that Star Trek - the very representation of our sacred future- has been labelled fascist on YouTube ?
Must we not at least comment on such a blasphemy?
Yes we must."
(end of script)
A really good and well-recieved screetch:
"Our Gods do change as we change. Change is as true as oxygen. We interact and create and change a lot .
But what do we create?
Is it not so, that whole concepts of our reality goes missing from right under our noses in the human realm as we speak?
Is it not so, that we no longer understand the meaning and the depths of the fairy tales told by our ancestors before sleep, and therefore clings desperate to a few scattered fragments, presented to us as prosaic yet entertaining memes on the Internet?
Is it not so, that political and religious forces indeed knows how to make cynical use of the ways of the ancients as a mean to further control and brainwash the masses?
Is it no so, that it´s systematically postulated by so called "witches themselves", that we no longer even exist? Is that even acceptable ?
And is it not so, that perfectly peaceful creatures of the nocturnal and subconscious realm, loyal creatures who served the human society well in our past, has been slayed and maimed by the wicked Winchester brothers in the TV-series "Supernatural" , and that Star Trek - the very representation of our sacred future- has been labelled fascist on YouTube ?
Must we not at least comment on such a blasphemy?
Yes we must."
(end of script)
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I,Lady Nefer of the Dorkwood glen, took it upon myself to pass on the screech at Brocken.
I have had many past and perhaps well-founded regrets, taking on such an ungrateful work as to present a good screetch at a public convention, and I have had many sleepless nights negotiating this work with the Gods of Old, my shadow-self and my conscience.
It went well considering, and perhaps "thanks to" the amount of religious tolerance that suddenly flooded Brocken. A tolerance that unfortunately had made the Devil himself quite senile... and thus impotent during the whole cumbersome ritual.
Times have certainly changed. These new "witches", unwelcomeparticipants parasites who in the past were rendered licentious in revolt for salutary action by ignorance, by terror, by uneasy dread of the doom , are today often held in high esteem in this public gatherings...
I still have some vague H.O.P.E. left. I think we eventually worked out a very satisfying compromise. I thus returned home in one piece.
I,Lady Nefer of the Dorkwood glen, took it upon myself to pass on the screech at Brocken.
I have had many past and perhaps well-founded regrets, taking on such an ungrateful work as to present a good screetch at a public convention, and I have had many sleepless nights negotiating this work with the Gods of Old, my shadow-self and my conscience.
It went well considering, and perhaps "thanks to" the amount of religious tolerance that suddenly flooded Brocken. A tolerance that unfortunately had made the Devil himself quite senile... and thus impotent during the whole cumbersome ritual.
Times have certainly changed. These new "witches", unwelcome
I still have some vague H.O.P.E. left. I think we eventually worked out a very satisfying compromise. I thus returned home in one piece.
L.N/ a.k.a.White Rabbit, Easter of 2012
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