her: we could ...
me: no
her: how about ...
me: no
her: well what are you doing?
me: freezing and waiting for a final death blow
her: hahahaha, we could...
me: no. look, there is no way I am putting on liptint. Not even for you
her: hahahaha okok that's fair, what if I brought herb plants?
me: I told you, I couldn't find any
her: I promise we have them up here, poor people don't buy that salad eatin bitch stuff up
me: ha ok, I bought sweet windowsill pots, it's making me weepy 😪
her: dill?
me: maybe look for chives
her: ya know you can regrow green onions
me: 😪
her: awwww, ok I'll find you some herbs
me: and get more candles
Voila hoodoo. Bwitches come through when your ask is real. Cuz we do not ask in the first place, do we eh?
This isn't a spell, although I don't think the chives hurt as a typical charm offensive. There are two reasons for doing this kinda work. Both are for seeing 👁 in the dark.
#1
What I scry (see): Some of the flames are steady. Some are sputtering. There are a couple that I've had to relight twice. Those things have to do with faith in it.
Walt Whitman hasn't flickered once, not once.
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| "I swear the earth shall be complete to him or her who shall be complete." is what that says. The statue itself stands for "this is not the easiest thing I could have done (for you)" - neither wavering at all |
#2
Sometimes the body/mind is too sick and the soul has to go someplace else for a little while. Someplace safe until the body feels better to come home to. You "leave a light on" so it can more easily find someplace warm to hold up. In one of my all time favorite stories, a dog recognizes the need for this and gently scoops a soul up and holds it against the roof of its mouth and doesn't bark until his person recovers. Then it just says "Hi" (woof) to let the soul out.
I know how to need that so 👁's trying to give it.
I honestly for real wonder what it feels like - does it feel like anything? - when a witch hones in like this on you. Puts on you healings that she prescribes, concocts, applies. The sporadic jump off the table hug, I kinda have gotten that from you, kinda a few times. And you don't lie back down either. Hear me out: if you grant that a person has mind body and soul, then logically each needs a different specialist. (I would add HEART to that, its own 4th wheel deserving of acknowledgment.)
If we barely have doctoring enough for the body, where does the rest go for triage? Or is everything else just supposed to just die, vestigial?
I'm unrepentently not convinced that only a (sad) heartbeat counts as alive - conceptually, ethically, intellectually. And god knows not viscerally.