remember that old credence clearwater revival song, I Put A Spell On You?
i finally got out of the house on sunday and went by witchypoo’s place, first cause i was already out, returning movies and second cause i felt guilty that i hadn’t been by since i got back from new york. anyway, with coffee and cigarettes between us we sat back for a chat, time to go over the trip and what she’d been up to since i’ve been away.
i told her about the new age store i’d looked up in the east village. this wasn’t the uaual glittery trinkets, candles, and aura kits new age store. this was the kind of place where you went to the counter, told the guy what you needed for your spell and he made it up for you. you came back later, paid the man and picked up your spell powder.
i so live on the edge – visiting places like this.
so witchy enquired as to whether i got any? NO
why?
cause being me, do you think i should?
some things are better left not experienced. and besides if i did need to cook something up or conjure something up, i didn’t need powdered spell mixtures. like a pancake mix – just add water and a dose of warriorwoman and his head will come right off.
i don’t think i need any help fixing someone’s wagon.
what led me to this topic of conversation?
i was getting supper ready, fries, out of the oven, out of a 450 degree oven exactly. i did fine at first, used the oven mitts, double oven mitts that is. i scooped up the fries to a plate and then in my tired frame of mind forgot that the cast iron pan had just come out of the oven 2 minutes ago and grabbed the handle so i could move it.
when i realized what i’d done i dropped the pan and thought about the burn mark that i was going to have and i thought about the pain i was going to have to endure. in a fraction of a second my mind rose above my thoughts and what i’d done and something clicked. it was like my mind flicked a switch and something “came on”.
i cannot explain it. i do it naturally. i forced any pain and damage from the burn away. i altered things and avoided all the nasty.
why would i not want to dabble in spell casting?
well, with me behind the casting, i don’t know that i wouldn’t kill someone.
