(Ed. note: Don’t let the byline fool you. HeXy would no more write a column than the Donald writes his own speeches. But until her apprentice Eira-Lysbyrd earns her broomstick Eira will write the column for her exalted Master and like it. Yet, if you are like me, you may notice that a touch of Eira’s attitude gets through because she knows that her Master never reads the paper–L.A.)
The Wiccan Way by The Great and Powerful HeXopatha
Peasants (aka “people”) have forever been under the impression that Magick is the old fashioned spelling for magic. That is not so.
Magic is the trickery of charlatans; it involves false-bottom boxes, partially clad female assistants, veils, misdirection and a great deal of smoke. Magick is the highest degree of art. Magic is also said to be a component of true love; Magick is what you need when you realize, a bit late, that “true love” and “still desired” do not remain on the same page happily ever after.
I admit that elderly, perhaps dotty Witches often tire easily and need the assistance of fresh blood to convey Magick properly. That is why I have my wonderful, dynamic, irresistible and in all ways brilliant Apprentice Eira-Lysbyrd spread Magick throughout the realm of Saragun Springs. I predict you will be hearing a big noise from Eira, and I suspect soon. Yes, I’m willing to bet my wand on it.
Sometimes, I admit, Magick needs to be carefully watched. Especially in the act of enchanting trees. For centuries, Wiccans have known the perils of enchanting certain trees. For instance, HeX–I mean I, foolishly enchanted an Elm. Elms are the Cats of flora. They can be majestic servants or they can turn on you and be royal pains in the cauldron. Anyway, our Elm, by name Ernie, is often a reliable servant, yet every now and then Ernie will launch spells of his own, such as the recent turning of every other person in the Springs into a Toad. Such events contribute to the gnawing suspicion that I am slipping. Thank the dark forces that Eira-Lysbyrd is here to keep the realm in order.
That’s it for another week, peasants, it’s been an hour since my last nap. Oh, if you happen to come across a three headed Viper, please return her/her/him to the Castle. It is highly recommended that you do so quickly because only Eira has the triple Snake bite venom.
The Great and Powerful HeXopatha
Saragun Springs 
One thing though – with all those toads about that there viper will be well fed and so probably a teensy bit sleepy. However just in case, I’ve shut all the doors and windows and I’m staying on today. dd
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Hi Diane
The Toad problem was resolved, but Frieda-Frederica-Franco is still on the loose.
Thank you!
Leila
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Eira and HeXy
A fascinating discussion about the differences between magic and magick and the peril/s of “true love,” too!
Also: totally cool picture! Wild and full of layers and levels that say many things without saying anything, which can be seen as another definition of Art. (Kind of like Mona Lisa’s smile.)
To the Invisible Creator of Eira, HeXy and All: Your imaginative writing mind makes Stephen King look like his imagination is feeble and beleaguered.
Hard to believe that this kind of fantastical writing can come from the same pen (or wand, or keyboard) as the “realism” of Tess and her sister; many have tried to write both realism and “fantasy,” but very, very few have ever been able to do both with the artistic success in both modes that can be found in the work of L.A.
Such a splitting or a covering of all the bases is like Shakespeare and Mark Twain.
D
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Hi again Dale
Since Grandpa Jasper got you, I will reply twice. The Springs is my idea of how the world should be. Forget Smurfy peace and love, but have individuals running amuck, but never with evil intent. Humor is the big thing there. And there is much to be said for competition for attention. I learned early to have something to say when I spoke.
Thank you!
Leila
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Eira and HeXy
A fascinating discussion about the differences between magic and magick and the peril/s of “true love,” too!
Also: totally cool picture! Wild and full of layers and levels that say many things without saying anything, which can be seen as another definition of Art. (Kind of like Mona Lisa’s smile.)
To the Invisible Creator of Eira, HeXy and All: Your imaginative writing mind makes Stephen King look like his imagination is feeble and beleaguered.
Hard to believe that this kind of fantastical writing can come from the same pen (or wand, or keyboard) as the “realism” of Tess and her sister; many have tried to write both realism and “fantasy,” but very, very few have ever been able to do both with the artistic success in both modes that can be found in the work of L.A.
Such a splitting or a covering of all the bases is like Shakespeare and Mark Twain.
D
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PS
There is something so WILDLY attractive about this world in so many ways, even just their names are wildly attractive at all levels! And something about the vision/s that sets the Imagination free…
(PPS
Don’t know exactly why that last comment made itself appear twice (although it also does seem fitting somehow) but I know there’s always a reason, just like the Judge says!!)
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Hi Dale
Oh yes, Quills are everywhere. I want to thank you for your wonderful comments and take advantage of this reply to invite all to a music themed week provided by Dale, starting Monday (actually, with the Drifter, it starts Sunday).
Leila
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A weekily toad week story. A second story to be toad ladder.
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Two Toads went into a Portland bar. They attempted the old Enchanted Prince Routine. They found out, a bit late, only kisses from virgins work in that routine. But since they were buying they got lucky anyway.
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