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STORY 18 WITCHERY PART SIX
SPELLS ON THE COUNCIL
Where my dearest utilises the abundant power of natures garden to thwart the evil plans of the parish council
In this world big business and political power will win in any fight over the general populace. They win because they have money, money to pay for lawyers, judges and police. The corrupters always have the power to corrupt from the proceeds of their own corruption, and there will always be those willing to take the easy path to money and power. These people owned the physical man made world, and so my wife would take the battle to the opposite, calling forth the forces of nature and its abundant garden, pure and unpolluted. The knack was to know what to pick and what to leave in the ground.
A lot of my wife’s witchery was not her power to summon the other side, but knowing and appreciating Mother Nature on this side, most ailments and ills have a natural cause and the healing is normally a natural remedy, a bit of a Ying and Yang thing. What my wife was really good at was theatre, or the art of making people think that what they were seeing was wonderful and awesome, when in fact it was a normal event staged to look that way.
And so the witches and acolytes spent many hours bent over hot cauldrons, boiling untold bits of animals and roots, chanting rhymes and dirges to bring down pestilence and plague upon these people. What in fact they were doing was to use ordinary hedgerow plants to infect people with warts, boils, and many more skin ailments. When the coven had gone home my wife and Bernard mixed the potion in with tubs of best Beluga Caviar bought cheaply off EBay. They were then parcelled up and labelled to all the WI and council members. Caviar is an acquired taste (I hear), and so those who liked it would eat it, and those that had not eaten it would speculate what it tasted like and have to try it. Also when served at parties even if you loathed the stuff you had to eat it just to look aristocratic. So the caviar was hand delivered by Bernard who made a point of telling all the recipients that they were chosen from a list of many thousands, as having the taste and breeding to appreciate this fine gift.
Many scams play on the fact that people want to feel special or “chosen”. This manifests itself in many ways from the Time Share touts scratch card where “YOU” are the lucky one to win a chance of a lifetime, (just come with me and sign your life savings over). To the Readers Digest saying you have been chosen amongst all the people on the list to receive blah blah. So it was with the caviar. Those not in the know ate it with steak and chips and with cornflakes; those in the know ate it delicately as it should be (apparently). What was important was that they ate it.
My beloved toxic pickle mistress sat back and waited.
Whilst this was going on the elections loomed ever nearer and candidates
were out canvassing on the doorsteps. All many of the electors could
remember about the candidate was of a not very well person who seemed to be
suffering from most of the skin ailments known to man standing on their
doorstep in a fug of bad breath, not an ideal election platform to say the
least, My dearest on the other hand fielded candidates all freshly scrubbed
and shining, deodorised and breath fresh, whom in a perfumed fug won the
hearts and minds of the electorate, despite having no policies to speak of.