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Witchery at work

There's a lady who works dayshift who looks exactly as I'll probably look twenty-five years from now. We have the same general body type, features, hair color, hair style, and cheerful outlook on life. Since we share a desk (she has the desk in the morning, I have the desk in the evening) on weekdays I do check-in, we've gotten to know each other somewhat, and we get along swimmingly.

She has a teenage (early teenage, it sounds like) daughter. The daughter's evidently expressed a teenage-rebellion interest in witchcraft.

"Does she know how much work it takes to be a witch?" I asked.

Evidently not.

Evidence suggests that said teen may be casting spells at or about "the plastics" -- the fakey-fakey clique girls infesting the high school. I gave some tips on redirecting her energies into something more productive, ie, not shooting herself in the foot by cursing the bitches, but rather trying to get some kindness and enlightenment into their narrow little lives. The worst she can really go with that, at least, is having kindness and enlightenment thrust unwillingly into her own life, and if things do work as planned, maybe they'll stop being such utter bitches.

I told my elder clone to have the kid search up "the threefold law", and told her I'd be perfectly happy to check out some of the websites the kid was talking about that her friends had linked her to, to make sure the sites are on the up-and-up and are ethically sound.

If it's this kid's true calling, I'll be happy to point her in a good direction. If it's not her true calling, better she find out so sooner rather than later, and at the hands of someone with good intentions and a willingness to treat dumbass kids with both patience and firmness rather than at the hands of someone of dubious ethical background and/or a more scorched-earth approach to clearing up misconceptions.

Methinks I'd better get that Magicgeeking 101 whipped into shape pronto.

Any more suggestions for things I should include in a base-level magicgeeking document that is intended to strike Clue into the hearts of clueless teenagers, and defuse the paranoias of parents who don't know jack about assorted witchery?
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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