Note: The next three stories in the series Smudging the Line are fictional. These stories border on the paranormal/horror. They revolve around the protagonist, Luisa. Any semblance to real people is coincidental.
When I am not listening to people tell me about the problems in their lives, I love to write. I am a psychologist, who derives pleasure from writing random things. Occasionally, I flatter myself and dare say I’m a writer. I write about mental health. Continue reading “Smudging the Line 1”→
I loathe the mushy, wet earth the rain leaves in its wake as a reminder that it was here.
I loathe the cold nights that makes my teeth clatter and my body, shiver, even under a duvet.
In a BRT from TBS to Stadium Bus Stop, I lean my head to recline on the window. Listening to Jocelyn Pook’s album, Flood, with my ear piece, I shut shut the world. Continue reading “Smudging the Line 3”→
Prima facie, the concept of witchcraft is revolting due to it being associated with the devil. Nevertheless, things shouldn’t be taken literally.
According to Encyclopaedia of Occult and Parapsychology, ‘‘witchcraft’’ derives from the Saxon wicca, sometimes translated as ‘‘wise person’’.’
I tell people, “Knowledge is knowing a concept. On the other hand, wisdom is understanding a concept and applying it constructively for your good and good of mankind.”
If you are a wise person, from that definition, you are a witch.
Witches weren’t so bad.
Women that were branded as witches in the Dark Ages were mostly healers that made use of herbs and nature in treating the sick. Let me add that midwives, who aided childbirth, were tagged witches because they made childbirth easy for women, thereby going against Yahweh’s curse on Eve in Genesis 3 VS 16. Continue reading “On Being a Witch”→