Thursday, October 26, 2006
And We Will Never Die, Not One Of Us
When people become desperate in love (and who has not reached this state at least once, if not several times), they sometimes look to the other world for help, the spells to make someone think of them, to make old lovers return, to make a person become faithful. The spells I have seen are always too complicated to follow, involving a new moon or a full moon, red and black candles, and an assortment of other crap that one does not easily have on hand -- eye of newt or the devil's shoelace -- Oh yeah, let me pull that out from behind my box of stale Triscuits! Will a Victoria Secret lingerie potpourri bag also serve as a mojo bag? Doubtful. Still, I love the names of special herbs (Jezebel Root is inspired), have been to the tomb of Marie Levaue in New Orleans years ago, and think that mental energy is sometimes just as powerful as anything else. This, of course, is a tenant of almost all religions -- what you do will come back to you -- the law of karma, the golden rule, the voodoo belief that what you will do wish on someone will come back to you threefold.
When I lived on the eastside of Detroit during my first few years here, I had a friend on the block who told me that people didn't mess with me because they thought I was a witch on account of my pale white skin and black clothes. I had a built-in protection from harm and didn't even have to hire the guy who hired himself out to protect you (he went by the name The Wall) when you were going to and from your house. I had struggled with deep-seated fear and anxiety for so long that I didn't think it would ever leave, and yet when I moved to Detroit, it did. Once an FBI official came to my house and asked me questions about a childhood friend that they were considering hiring. He ended the interview by telling me that Detroit hadn't gotten its reputation as being the murder capital for nothing and that I better be careful. I didn't know if he meant to help me or harm me, but the spell didn't take. I let him out of my house and walked over to the window where I watched other people's televisions cast a blue glow in the night, that beautiful Detroit night.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"The only curses I know/ my words, your memories." Hank Ballenger
Drinking movie suggestion: Angel Heart
Benedictions and Maledictions
Here's to the Tigers!