Post by spirit on Oct 14, 2006 21:43:28 GMT -5
Greetings all,
The author of this is unknown, but it touched home on the depiction of the Halloween witch that we have all seen our whole lives. I wanted to share this with all of our friends.
Each year they parade her about ... the traditional Halloween witch.
Misshapen green face, stringy scraps of hair, and a toothless mouth
beneath her disfigured nose. Gnarled, knobby fingers twisted into a
claw, protracting from a bent and twisted torso that lurches about
on wobbly legs.
Most think this abject image to be the creation of a prejudiced mind,
or merely a Halloween caricature.
I disagree. I believe this to be how witches were really seen.
Consider that most witches: were women, were abducted in the night,
and smuggled into dungeons or prisons under the secrecy of darkness,
to be presented by the light of day as a confessed witch.
Few, if any, saw a frightened, normal looking woman being dragged
into a secret room filled with instruments of torture. To be
questioned until she confessed to anything that was suggested to her,
and to give names or whatever would stop the questions. Crowds saw
the aberration denounced to the world as a self-proclaimed witch.
As the witch was paraded through the town, en route to be burned,
hanged, drowned, stoned, or disposed of in various other forms of
Christian love ... all created to free and save her soul from her
depraved body. The jeering crowds viewed the results of hours of
torture. The face, bruised and broken by countless blows, bore a hue
of sickly green. The once warm and loving smile gone.
Replaced by a grimace of broken teeth and torn gums that leers
beneath a battered, disfigured nose. The disheveled hair conceals
bleeding gaps of torn scalp from whence cruel hands had torn away
the lovely tresses. Broken, twisted
hands clutched the wagon for support. Fractured fingers locked like
groping claws to steady her broken body. All semblance of humanity
gone. This was truly a demon, a bride of Satan, a witch.
I revere this Halloween crone and hold her sacred above all. I honor
her courage and listen to her warnings of the dark side of humanity.
Each year I shed tears of respect.
May things like this never happen again.
Blessings,
Spirit
The author of this is unknown, but it touched home on the depiction of the Halloween witch that we have all seen our whole lives. I wanted to share this with all of our friends.
Each year they parade her about ... the traditional Halloween witch.
Misshapen green face, stringy scraps of hair, and a toothless mouth
beneath her disfigured nose. Gnarled, knobby fingers twisted into a
claw, protracting from a bent and twisted torso that lurches about
on wobbly legs.
Most think this abject image to be the creation of a prejudiced mind,
or merely a Halloween caricature.
I disagree. I believe this to be how witches were really seen.
Consider that most witches: were women, were abducted in the night,
and smuggled into dungeons or prisons under the secrecy of darkness,
to be presented by the light of day as a confessed witch.
Few, if any, saw a frightened, normal looking woman being dragged
into a secret room filled with instruments of torture. To be
questioned until she confessed to anything that was suggested to her,
and to give names or whatever would stop the questions. Crowds saw
the aberration denounced to the world as a self-proclaimed witch.
As the witch was paraded through the town, en route to be burned,
hanged, drowned, stoned, or disposed of in various other forms of
Christian love ... all created to free and save her soul from her
depraved body. The jeering crowds viewed the results of hours of
torture. The face, bruised and broken by countless blows, bore a hue
of sickly green. The once warm and loving smile gone.
Replaced by a grimace of broken teeth and torn gums that leers
beneath a battered, disfigured nose. The disheveled hair conceals
bleeding gaps of torn scalp from whence cruel hands had torn away
the lovely tresses. Broken, twisted
hands clutched the wagon for support. Fractured fingers locked like
groping claws to steady her broken body. All semblance of humanity
gone. This was truly a demon, a bride of Satan, a witch.
I revere this Halloween crone and hold her sacred above all. I honor
her courage and listen to her warnings of the dark side of humanity.
Each year I shed tears of respect.
May things like this never happen again.
Blessings,
Spirit
