There are witches among us.
As Halloween grows near, it seems the right time to talk
about power and spells, although this is not about cackling and cauldrons.
Rather than witches, perhaps I should call them
enchantresses and sorceresses, that’s nearer after all and separates their
intentions and effects.
The Enchantress may not be what you expect when you meet
her. Hearing about her, you may have anticipated physical beauty so exquisite
it would steal your breath. Her face and figure may not be perfect, but it is her
spirit that draws people to her. Her attraction comes from within, from how she
lives her life, what she does, her energy that makes you think she is about to break
into dance and teach you the steps. She doesn’t push or force though, she gives
freely and openly. There is a light about her and her smile can chase away the
shadows from the darkest corner. She is truly enchanting, and doesn’t even mean
to be. That’s part of her power.
But there’s another kind of sorceresses, a woman casting her
spells knowingly and with a purpose. Unlike the Enchantress, who may never have
been beautiful but who possesses charm regardless of her age, this one was once beautiful and gloried
in the power it brought her.
But her beauty is fading, ebbing away with each year, the
only remnants old photos that she looks at longingly. She remembers the time when
she was the centre of attention and is determined to gain that again. She can
still captivate but it’s harder now and her choice is limited. When she does
snare someone in her trap she won’t let them go. A man caught this way (and let’s say it is a
man, although these archetypes aren’t constrained to any one sexual
orientation) is there to feed her need, not for sex but to be worshipped. She
does give him sex, that’s one of the ways she binds him to her, but for her
pleasure is about what his surrender brings.
She will separate him from others in his life: his wife,
other lovers, friends. She will do it subtly, making him think it was his choice.
She will convince him they don’t understand him, that they are demanding and
take from him, all the while draining away his essence for herself. Her
insinuations will wind themselves inside his mind until he relies on her to be
his guide through life’s maze, even though he thinks he is in control.
It’s no surprise Circe lived on her own island. She needs to
distance her lover from anyone else who could influence him, make him see
through her manipulations.
As monstrous as she is, you can feel sorry for her, the only
worth she sees in herself is her vanishing beauty and power. There have been
historical times when you could even admire her, times when women had no value
outside of their looks and desirability. She would be a striking figure in a medieval
castle or the Court of Versailles, and her influence may even have wrought some
good.
But in an age where woman can stand on their own, earn on
their own, support themselves on their own, she is a dangerous creature. She feels no
sisterhood, women are only competition to her.
They are so different these two, the Enchantress (who is not
innocent but never means harms) and this other one, let’s call her the Grae
Woman. And what happens when they come into contact?
The Grae Woman rarely has female friends, and if she does
she exists in a state of subtle warfare with them. The Enchantress and Grae
Woman seldom cross paths, but sometimes the latter feels her power over her
lover slipping. He may have met the Enchantress by chance, as happens in fairy
stories, and been drawn to her, simply enjoying being around her, sharing her
adventures.
The Grae Woman will indulge this for a while, understanding
it is important for him to renew his passion for life so he can then give her
the vitality she needs. But she will make sure the Enchantress never gets too
close, binding him to her once again with invisible chains, “She wants too much
from you,” she will whisper to him.
The Enchantress knows something is not right and may even be
tempted to save him, but soon realises it is more important to protect herself.
She walks away, living her own life.
It all sounds so grim doesn’t it, and not how fairy tales
should be, the good withdrawing from the battle. But as I said it is possible
to pity the Grae Woman, and her lack of a life filled with joy and genuine
affection.
So as Halloween knocks at my door, that’s where I’ll leave
her, the Grae Woman, no doubt baking All Soul Cakes. She may need to watch out,
witches and ovens have a long history after all.
But for us, it’s much more fun to be with the Enchantress,
to go dancing through the streets as the worlds open up before us, and be
filled with wonder and joy.
Happy Halloween!
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