Archive for January, 2007

She comes everyday, many times 3-4 times almost obsessively for a read. I am flattered.
The stories, the jargon, my ramblings and my babble, but mainly for my spell recipies.
Something tells me that she sends the rumor links hidden in good spells across to her friends and relatives too. The opening page on many new readers’s entry clicks are links sent from Yahoo mail… I know she uses Yahoo mail. (For those who are new, “Yahoo” is a jungle cry)
Who else but a true fan would send links of my blog through yahoo mail?

I read and re-read my written spells many times after I noticed such devotion. Maybe there was something in there that I missed? Maybe my style of writing knowledgeable spells is so impressive that she simply absorbs it every time she clicks on. You know, like a sweet fragrance, one just cannot get enough of it. It probably comes right off my page.

Mmmm the waft of that lingering fragrance, of the St. Emillion, on the terrace, red wine and your lips on mine?.. Yes sireee…I know how that spell feels, specially when the wine flows from you lips to mine.. ((Yuck, I’m getting mushy.)). Perhaps she feels like that; strength in delusion; overpowering. She can’t stop herself, she is so addicted.

She loves me and then hates me, she breathes me and then kills me, and she envies me and then cries for me. She feels she knows me, she identifies with me. How can I ever loose such devotion? I do everything to keep her coming back. My strength grows as she reads my spells.

Her interpretations of my ingredients are quite unique, she does her interpretations with so much panache, totally oblivious to the fact that “I” have concocted, brewed and boiled the cauldron not her. Then she sends all wrong recipes to her “raging group” friends and family, they relish it, little knowing the potency is hidden. It works at the most unwanted times but they get addicted too.

They all come visiting, their noses leading them to have a sniff of my potent brew, right from the blog itself. I let just the right whiff escape and their nostrils lead them right back. I mean I do not need to subscribe to Jungle Words at all; my new blog has more hits than a formally launched Wicca website!!

But alas, she is no true blooded sorceress. She is a “raging sorceress”!! (There are many sub-sects to this variety) They are all very dangerous to the mental health of human kind.

Then there is the mystery of her timings, I know she thinks of me every moment, because she clicks on me, through every time zone, while being located in Adelphia country. She has to be a raging sorceress. This type lives their entire life in and out of people’s hair in Adelphia Country.
Most of us from the Wicca world know how difficult it is to transcend time. Our masters spell makers are not able to, unless they make huge sacrifices.

She has charmed and chained a twinkling eyes gnome, who was once a fabled “good guy” gnome spirit, her ghoulish spirits have spirited away his defenses and he now lives in unpalatable misery yet unknown to him. The fabled gnome was my most devoted follower before he was sucked out of his “good guy” gnome tribe with eyes gouged out, so that he may never see the truth. She left his ears for him so that she could fill it with spells. Sorcery spells are known to be more effective when they are conveyed as rumors!!

Psst…. this he has secretly admitted to me, in his unique way of sending messages. I will tell you that in another story.

The “raging sorceress” has a rumor system that operates on messages like the smoke clouds of yore.
The “raging sorceress” need and feed off rumor mills, their very strength is sapped if they are unable to feed the mill every day.
This raging sorceress smokes through her ears and nostrils, and those signals are carried to me and many others through the fabled gnome.
He gets the familiar “good guy” pat when he does this for her, this keeps him alive. Otherwise “good guy” gnomes cannot survive.
Let me leave the poor gnome alone for a minute and deal with the raging sorceress. My gnome is a harmless old fellow now blind and back broken

Sometimes she sends strong signals, not subtle like the smoke ones, which are open to the vagaries of the wind (yuck.. dirty smell)…When she needs rumors to be stronger then she starts sounding the drums, boy, those are loud, they echo in the poor gnome’s ears so loud, ((another useful function of those gnome ears)) that he runs out of hiding and yells “hear her, hear her, please for my sake hear her” “I can’t stand any more” .. (( Which is what I am sure he will do after she reads this piece? In fact I am willing to bet my last gold coin on it.))

I finally reached her lair last week. Sniffing all my alluring spells had made her numb and she got careless, intoxicated with false strength and her rage spilled over, leaving footprints behind as she kept coming back for more.

I have been training to use a particularly powerful spell to break down this sorceress. She can turn rumors into a fire that will eventually consume the very existence of the honest world.
Every one saw how she disappeared last week. Right off the public square.
It was dual like no other, the opponent ((me)) was invisible, she was tranced into showing herself, and I mesmerized her so well, that she showed herself in true colors. Everyone enjoyed her magical presence.
She felt she was stealing the show, but while many clapped the spell started having its effect. Her evil rumors were there for all to see and right before the public eyes she vanished, taking the gnome with her. (That was sad) I guess my spell is not perfect.

Nothing is as powerful as the combination of the “storylore” and the “honestknocks” spells. No evil, genius mind can overcome the powerful magic of this super spell. Everyone stands awed by it. It cannot be undone, so beware while using it!

Yippee I was effective. My master has taught me well. It took me more than 3 long ears….oops I mean years (I really miss my gnome) to learn to use this spell.
As for the poor “good guy” gnome, he is doomed, while he carries out his duties in her world, he is chained to her after all.
As I am writing this, I know I will miss her. Who will sound the jungle drums; who will send the smoke signals and who will play rumors with me?
I need her, and my gnome too so that I might carry on playing a cat and mouse game.
My blog will complain of lost clicks, it might not sustain itself; it needs her obsessive page hits and publicity. My blog is “hooked”
Hey I got a traitor in my midst!! 
Someone teach me another spell. 


[ This is a basic life position, script story. The analysis and interpretations are open. The blog is an open mind, like ours, clicks, hits are random unknown thoughts hitting us daily, the barrage is non stop. Then we all have Rage which always overpowers us, blinds us, yet keeps giving us that succour of listening to all else else except ur own mind and the truth. The spells are the realities which we glimpse from time to time, some are delusions, some are not.The gnomes are those little pricks of conscience, that we beat down whenever we dont want to hear the “honestknocks”…sometimes the fear gets too great, sometimes the fear engulfs us. Sometimes we do disappear,into ourselves and come back better, sometimes we disappear and stay there… !!! ENJOY!!!]


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