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Fairie Tales With A Twist -In Which ZeeZee, Witch-Mistress-Sacred Prostitute, Plies Her Magick To Affect Change . . . . Browse this Category | Browse this Author | Return Home Rating: N/A |
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Once upon a time in the Forest in the Land of Alaescia, lived Fairie Witch Mistress ZeeZee.
Mistress ZeeZee had many Homes. She moved from Abode to Abode as she fancied, enjoying cool dark wet Caves, cozy Tree Hollows, lush subterranian Dens, all manner of Cottages, and the occasional castle Nook. She stealthily traveled in many Sizes, Guises, Shapes and Forms. For her Amusement and for the Amusement of others, she sometimes rode a Broomstick. The Townsfolk expected this; this physical Manifestation of their prejudicial Assumption of her Behavior made them feel secure in their small Thinking.
Mistress ZeeZee was a very Good Witch; a very Bad Witch; everything betwixt.
Grey was her favourite Colour. The Colour grey seemed to connote no Absolutes. Many of her Garments, Hats, Leggings, Boots & Such ran the Palette of the Colour grey, from the Shade of Stone to the Shade of Bird's Feathers to the Shade of the stormy Sky.
ZeeZee was a Magician, Alchemist, Herbalist, Facilitator, and Sacred Prostitute.
With her Magickal Pagan Knowledge, she channeled Energies through Craft to achieve Ends, casting Spells of Love and Prosperity; of creative Destruction of Evil.
With her Knowledge of Alchemy she surpassed the simple traditional Transmutations of Matter, those accomplished by the use of Heat, Sun, and the Passage of Time. Time was precious; Heat could be sparse. She was a busy Witch. With her Philosopher's Stone which she carried in a red velvet Pouch in her Bodice or Boot, she turned Bones into gold; petrified Wood into Silver; Stones into Pearls.
With her green Thumb and Diminuitive Helpers she nurtured secret, select Gardens of Herbs, Flowers, Fruits and Vegetables; she received Nurture in return.
With her strong Will and Intuition she helped to craft the Roles of the Players, empowering them to unearth and to release their secret, buried Ecstatic Essence; she could be a demanding but loving Mistress, Facilitator, and Sacred Prostitute.
ZeeZee had many Talents. But it was not easy being a Witch.
In the Land of Alaescia reigned the Hunters, who deigned the Characteristics and Identity of the Hunted. Magickal Diminuitive Ones were considered by Hunters and Townsfolk alike to be dangerously subversive and evil. One seldom saw a Magickal Diminuitive One in plain View; they often worked covertly. They had been known to hypnotize and to use Man and Beast alike, in order to meet their special Needs and Ends.
Mistress ZeeZee ran the Gamut in her Physical Transformations and Manifestations. She was often in her Diminuitive Form as she traveled the Forests and Land of Alaescia. When not of a Mind to fly, teleport or float, she chose to ride various Small Forest Cats to her Destinations. Traveling in this Way gave her a unique vantage Point. She loved being low to the Ground. It allowed her to peruse the Forest Life. Small Creatures skittered on the beautifully coloured Forest Floor in the Path of agile cat Feet. She loved the Feel of cat Fur.
To master the Will of the Forest Cat, as with other Creatures, she would first get its Attention by humming and singing from a short Distance. Lulled, the Cat would temporarily lose its Tendency to chase and pounce and bite. This was ZeeZee's opportunity to begin to send the Thoughts. The Thoughts received, the Intensity of the Cat's Eyes would dull; its Musculature would relax a bit; it would become a unsteady upon its cat Feet, swaying; it would wait for more Direction from her.
ZeeZee would climb upon its cat's Back and off they would journey, as she anticipated her Challenges of the Day: Townsfolk and Farmers in need of Spells; greedy Merchants in Want of Alchemist Magick; the Sick in Need of Herbal Preparations; the sometime Empty and Needy Players who needed to be filled and emptied and transformed.
Journey by Forest Cat bore the Risk of her being spotted by Hunters, but she so enjoyed this Method of Travel. Flying, Broomstick betwixt her Legs, was Special; Invisible Floatation was pleasant; riding a large Leaf pushed by the Wind was enjoyable. But she so loved traveling close to the Earth.
The Casting of Spells and the Workings of Magick took up much of her Time. It seemed that there was always much in the World that needed to be corrected or changed or improved. Issues of a person's Health, Romantical Life, Family Relationships, potential Crop Yield and the Weather were amongst her Challenges. Her Spells and Magick were as a Stew; the Ingredients and Timing had to be just so, in order to achieve the proper Results.
Plants and Herbs were some Tools of her Trade. The Earth provided Magickal and Medicinal Substances which upon being ingested treated various and sundry Illnesses and Disorders. The Odors and burning of the Plants and Herbs had the Power to induce Spells and to alter Consciousness. Certain Plants and Herbs had lovely Odors and could be worn in one's Garments or put into one's Bath. The Planting and Tending of her Crops took much Time and it was ofttimes necessary for her utilize other Magickal Diminuitive Ones to help. She would ofttimes hypnotize Others, Townsfolk, Beggars & such, inducing them to tend her Crops, thus freeing her Time for other Important Matters.
As a Facilitator and Sacred Prostitute she intuited the Needs of the Players, who came to her for Help and Guidance and Release. The Players often knew not precisely what they wanted or needed; ZeeZee's own Fantasies could be played out, melding and blending with those of the Players, blurring the Line of Identity. The Players often knew not how to achieve certain Ends or Results in various Processes. ZeeZee could utilize her other Skills in this Arena :
Mind Reading, Magick, Alchemy and Use of Herbs could be used for creating intense, transcendent, transformative Experiences. Her Players were loyal and steady.
But it was not easy being a Witch.
On her Journeys to various Assignations and Meetings, she would often encounter the Hunters. As she traveled low and swift through the Forest upon the Back of her Forest Cat, the Hunters would spy her and excitedly call out to one another. On Horseback, they would ready their Bows and Arrow and give chase. She was almost always successfully elusive, as she felt the Arrows whiz past her, increasing her Pace through the Underbrush by giving Thoughts to her Forest Cat.
Once upon a Time she had been captured by a Hunter.
On that Day her Head was in the Clouds. Thinking of sundry Projects and Plans, olde and new alike, distracted by Fatigue and Hunger and Worry, she had momentarily lost her Vigilance and Power; the Hunters were suddenly upon her. One Hunter, large of Build, red of Hair, rough of Hand, displaying a Beastly Countenance, had snatched her from the Back of her trusty Forest Cat. She fit perfectly into his Hand. She screamed and squirmed to no Avail as his large Fingers tightened around her. Her Magickal Powers failed her. On this Day she could not conjure them. Unable to shapeshift and fly, she was trapped.
Taken to a foul Kitchen in a modest Dwelling at the Edge of the Forest, she was set upon a filthy Eatery Table; a large Crystal Bowl was set atop her, upside down. Through crystal Prisms she observed the cottage Inhabitants: a large, noisy, dirty family chattered and argued and fought. Animals, Dogs and Cats, ran in and out. The Kitchen was dark and dank. Filthy Cutlery decorated cracked wooden Counters. Flour filmed the kitchen Surfaces. A rank Odor of burnt Animal Fat permeated the Air.
Beneath the Crystal Bowl was much Dust and ZeeZee began to feel Faint. She tried to push the Bowl from the Table in order to free herself, but on this Day her Strength was as Diminuitive as her Form.
On some Days she felt Big and Strong; on some Days, Little and Strong; on some days, Big and Weak; on this Day she had been Little and Weak. The Combination of Smallness and Weakness was an unfortunate one, helping to create Havoc.
The Family continued to quarrel and fight. The Beastly Man raised his Hand to his Raggedy Wife, slapping her weathered Face. The Wife protested. He pushed her; she fell across the filthy Eatery Table upon which ZeeZee was trapped. ZeeZee looked upwards through Crystal Prisms to see blurred, drab coloured Clothing and female breast Cleavage and Skin, as the Wife was propelled roughly across. The Crystal Bowl was upset. In the Brouhaha, ZeeZee had been thankfully freed. Unnoticed in the Melee, she stradled and shimmied down a table leg, utilizing a Family Pet by attaching to its furry Underbelly. She was soon through the dwelling Door and out into the Forest. By Serendipity or Circumstance or Fate, Witch Mistress ZeeZee had been set free.
She ran all the way Home.
On this Day she learned an important Lesson. If she could not remain Vigilant, Strong, Powerful and Alert, then she must not flaunt herself upon Catback in the Forest amidst Hunters & Others. This particular Pleasure would become more infrequent. It would be more wise to Fly or Float when experiencing a Time of Weakness, rather than risk Capture by the large Beastly Uncouth Ones, the Hunters.
Witch Mistress ZeeZee would live in Alaescia for many Years, Powerful in her many Forms, Permutations, and Reincarnations.
Copyright 2000 By A F Waddell. All Rights Reserved.
--A F Waddell
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