Witches IRL

A cautionary song

Sometimes there’s this breakdown of hope to communicate anything.

In this current information overload enviroment everything is everywhere all at once.

A million opionacracies.

We know some things are True, no matter how many flat earthers swear otherwise, but how do we know we are not the flat earthers in any given situation?

This is the tension between objective reality and our own limited subjective human knowledge of it.

Humans cannot perfectly grasp objective Truth, but that doesn’t mean there’s no objective Truth. And it doesn’t mean we can’t get closer to it… or farther from it.

This should lead to pursing Truth, but being humble about it.

This can be hard. Sometimes experiences give us a kind of proof that we can’t easily pass on to others.

For example, I’ve seen some interest in the paranormal/witchcraft/neo-paganism… not everywhere, but a stack here, a student of mine there.

I also know some stories of intense spiritual experiences from people IRL. Stories that have convinced me dark spiritual entities are real and it’s best not to “FAFO” as the kids say.

Those are not the easiest to share, as you cannot always share the trust you have in a friend vs a stranger. You can easily come across as crazy or an overly worried fundimentalist. (I’ll accept crazy, but I swear I’m not a fundimentalist!!!)

Therefore, the following song may raise more questions than I have the ability to answer.

I know it may not be a super convincing precaution by itself.

However the source material came from somewhere very, very far away from the TV studios and YouTube influencer realms where todays husksters sell their experiences.

Rather it was someone content with privacy in our public age. Something that helps convince me, but makes it harder to convince you.

There’s similar, more public stories, that I may have more access to in the future.

So take this one for what it’s worth. Be careful about experimenting with spirituality. It’s not all created equal. I will still love you no matter what.

I present to you the unplugged - live (in four takes stitched together) - version of a true story.

Phoebe The Witch

My friend Phoebe was a rationalist

But paranormal curious

Got visions vivid details

What her classmates saw next day

Approached it like a science

Moving trinkets off of tables

With her mind, which now was doubting what was real anyway

The spirit world slipped open

Knew some tricks to make them talk

Taunting her of suicide

Heads of Egyptian gods

Living out her truth - took in a broken-winged crow

But so self consumed - found the bird in the porch - Froze!

Witches can’t fly, but I know how… watch!

Freedom to ignore consequences

Extended to dirty dishes

Stuffed inside an unplugged freezer

Spawning maggot dreams

The Christians she met crossed her out

Or naively thought it was sweet

But gnawing despair

Feeding off her,

Drove her to her knees

She would make no promises, no deals to ever change

Figured what’s to lose if she’ll die this year anyway?

A prayer to not sure where, to take away this damn, war

Fought inside her head, as colors froze on the floor

Witches can’t fly, but I know how… watch!

Instant in the morning

Felt the sponge in her brain squeezed and drained

The colors returned soaking

Proof that someone cared to clean

Is it sin she stole a Bible

When who owned it wouldn’t read her a thing

Of anti-gravity love come to fix her broken wing?

Love accept us on the floor!

Don’t leave us frozen on the floor!

Are you my broken-winged crow?

You’re welcome to my upside-down home,

Leave dirt to walk on windows

Hold on, we’re leaving the ground!