Thursday, April 23, 2009
Everything is Illusionary in the Exterior
Witchcraft: The use of sorcery or magic; an irresistible influence or fascination ( Webster's, pick one). Let us combine these two definitions shall we. Witchcraft is the practice or use of sorcery or magic to influence people and create fascination. As we have evolved socially; although at a turtles pace, we have forgotten about words and their power. When we hear the word "Witchcraft" we immediated think of the dark side of humanity perceived by some to be headed by Lucifer himself. Like all words, this word had it's time in the limelight. But the days are coming when the term will once again rise when we all realize the extent to which we are influenced by what we see, what we perceive we see, what others see and talk about to us and other's; in the media. I can think of no better term other than Withcraft to fully explain the fuzzy little slight of hand the media provides us each and every day. Our addiction to it makes a lot of money for those who keep producing it while vacationing in Hawaii. To think: we actually deny to ourselves the fact that Witchcraft is being practiced right now upon you, me, and all the people we see. LLc 98.2
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