It appears to be time for a new dispatch from the witches’ cottage on the edge of the dark woods. To be more precise, from the broom closet under the stairs, which has been retrofitted as the new writing room, freeing up the rest of the house to shelter refugees.
What a delightful season we have ahead, sidestepping heaps of personal dignity, discarded by the roadside.
A certain person, and his retinue, have lately decided to strip away the illusion that we are all created equal, and endowed by our creator with certain inalienable rights (which had been amplified over the course of our republic’s existence). They appear to desire to be crowned with a crown — perhaps the sort used as an air freshener in gypsy cabs, who can say?
Even Julius Caesar, who having manipulated law and custom within Rome, at the pinnacle of power, rejected the crown that was offered by Mark Antony, and was slain while addressing the Senate. I only offer this as an illustration of ancient history. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
King Herod also had a delightful, convoluted family, and ended up as one of the walking dead, as a maggot-ridden, gangrenous husk. And then, of course, there is his delightful daughter-in-law, Herodias. You might know her better as Aradia, or the Gospel of the Witches fame (and the daughter of the goddess Diana), defender of the downtrodden, who has dropped out from modern witchcraft and the TikTok generation.
Italian witchcraft is a delightful blend of classical gods and biblical personalities. Aradia is the key to utilizing the following prayer for our new government, to ask for them to receive what they so much desire and merit. They are too busy to make the ask of the magical communities themselves.
A few of them might recognize these passages, but I doubt it.
From Psalm 109, verses 1-3: “Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise; For the mouth of the wicked and the mouth of the deceitful are opened against me: they have spoken against me with a lying tongue. They compassed me about also with words of hatred; and fought against me without a cause.” Verses 8-9: “Let his days be few; and let another take his office. Let his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow.” Verse 13: “Let his posterity be cut off, and in the generation following let their name be blotted out.”
To call on the power of these words, you may, of course, utilize them verbally, or silently, reciting them over your keyboard, while sending a message to whomsoever you might feel require the aid that these words might provide them. Or you could recite these words over some water that you might be planning to cast at the sort of Nazis you might see standing on the street corner, or on their expensive automobile, however you like.
Just give me that old-time religion!
