Black

I was performing the mundane (but moderately gross) task of stripping chicken off bone for these lil puppies I have who don't seem to want anything else, when I suddenly began wondering; were they ever really those witches you read about, the stunningly, gagaingly, seductive enchantress' who show up in a plethora of myths and novels? Were they just romanticized hags who stirred newts eyes and bulls testicles in a huge black cauldron? Or were they simply women of such trancendental beauty and magnetism thet people finally decided that they had to have some kind of supernatural force residing within them? I suspect that the latter holds more truth. I mean, everyone, anyone, loves to push blame anywhere but at themselves. At that time, when witch hunting was at fever pitch, men were predominant. They made the rules, wrote history, wove legend. Of course you could say 'old wives' were the conduits of folktales but where did they hear the stories from? They probably made some up, but I think most of their tales were probably propounded from gossip and hearsay, which in turn came from country intrigue. And whos version of the story more often comes on top when a scandal occurs? The dominant genders; which at that time of course was the men. So, the men are in charge. Lets just take a moment and savour that. Wait, maybe thats not such a good thing after all, at least not in this case. It's been said that men have uncontrollable urges. I personally don't think they're uncontrollable, compelling, extremely, but no, not uncontrollable. But then that was a different time, and if you lost... control you could always accuse the woman of bewitching you. So maybe black magic in that sense does exist. Carnal attraction so visceral, so primally instinctive, so out of character, that it could only be the fruit of foul magick.

Black magic... Some people just can't help it, They attract people no matter what they do. More often, they enjoy it, and the attention it affords them. Its only human. Who doesn't want to bask in the warmth of the spotlight once in a while. Who doesn't crave affirmation? Who doesn't appreciate validation? No man is an island and it's the sad truth that few men truly find god and the solace he brings.

Just spinning thoughts in my mind. ;)

So slow, So silent, Such siren's sigh,
So deadly, Such poison, From hope derived.