What happens when a witch curses you?

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hope that she will report back to all of you soon that she now knows, that this is no joke.

I doubt that she will do so. Your target is a German immigrant, a Quaker, a junior senior who is very kind. I almost cat-sat for her this fall but my crazy life family and car conspired against it. And like most sensible Germans, not very susceptible to suggestion. She and I participated in an on-line course, run by a Quaker, on non-violence, a couple of years ago.

Curse me instead. I wouldn't even notice. Between my crazy new rash and my interaction with City by-law staff who wish the wilderness that is my backyard to look like a "lawn" by Tuesday, I feel totally cursed. I suspect that I'm just unlucky, and that the new "luxury apartment in a tiny house" in my neighbour's backyard is the source of the complaint. My two next door neighbours are totally cool, and in fact, they are responsible for some of my problems. There's an ancient wild grape vine that covers trees and fences and all sorts of things. The main vine is rooted next door. The other side is littered with virginia creeper, originally planted on the other side to cover the original ugly chain link. Chain link gone, creeper will never go.
 
And like most sensible Germans, not very susceptible to suggestion.
What an odd statement to make when most Germans followed Adolf Hitler for 12 years. Not susceptible to suggestion? And as far as kindness I picked up on a very judgemental busybody, who has a difficult time staying out of other people's business.
 
What an odd statement to make when most Germans followed Adolf Hitler for 12 years.

And it changed their culture forever. They are educated from childhood on the mis-deeds of their history. Also, if you understand European history, you'd remember that the Third Reich emerged as a response to the very punitive actions against Germany after WW1,
 
So, curse me instead. Can my skin be itchier? Could my backyard get any more overgrown? Could the cleaning fairy continue to refuse to show up? What is the new rattling sound in my beloved Impreza?

Cursed, or damned unlucky.
 
if you understand European history, you'd remember that the Third Reich emerged as a response to the very punitive actions against Germany after WW1,
I know all about the Versailles Treaty and the hyperinflation of the 1930's. But that does not excuse how the Germans followed and supported his Nuremberg laws. The power of suggestion turned many of them into antisemetic monsters.

(No, little redhaired pixie, no curses for you)
 
Hey @BetteTheRed sorry about bylaw issues and property. I can relate

It's like, oh, f***. Keep front yard sorta okay, but when the Hippie got sick and then died, I lost my yearly "organize the backyard" person. Honestly largely so we had tidy places for my kitchen herbs, and a couple of slightly raised beds to grow 6-8 cannabis plants. I had a raspberry patch, a rhubarb patch, a grape vine, my Dad's peonies, 3 currant bushes. We mowed down the crap that masqueraded as grass, mainly goutweed. But it has gone to hell in a handbasket a few years ago, and my new back neighbours duplexed the bungalow, THEN built a tiny house in the backyard (advertised as coming soon - luxury apartment), with windows looking into my backyard, which is apparently not a luxury view lol.
 
Exodus 22: verse 18 "Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live". Tell me @Jae shall I then be extinguished?
That's a great question, Aufscherin, thank you for it. So, the verse you've shared comes from the Old Testament and was part of the Law code that God gave for the Israelites to follow. That was part of the covenant that the Israelites had with God, what we in Christianity tend to call the Old Covenant.

But now, I believe, something new has come. The New Covenant. It's all about grace rather than law. Jesus brought a message of love, and it's that message that I'm right into. He taught his followers to love everyone no matter what. So, I think that everyone should be shown kindness. My joy in life come from loving others, not extinguishing them
 
I would hazard a guess no one has ever been deconverted or converted as a result of their involvement with WC or WC2. .
Would hazard a guess that your hazarding a guess is right on. I've never seen anyone do either of those things here either. Nor on Fb, Ig, X, YT Threads, nor any other online forum.

In sem, they taught us that the best way to share the Good News was by way of personal relationships with people. Yes, they taught us that really, if we don't know the other person, we've no place in leading them to Christ. Which, yes, makes sense to me. Otherwise, it's just being abrasive
 
the Old Testament ...... The New Covenant.
The Dead Sea scrolls discovered at Khirbet Qumran were written between 200 B.C. to 100 A.D. by the Essenes. The leather scrolls are remrkably well preserved. But what is truly remarkable is that they are 98% similar to what has been written in the KJV. The 2% discrepancy has to do with spellings of towns, cities, and people's names.
 
In Luce's Honour.

The Witch

There once was a witch, with a terrible itch,
Who lived by a tree, next to a deep, muddy ditch.
Her broom took a hitch, and gave quite a twitch,
Then crashed in the ditch with a screech and a pitch!

Her hat got a stitch, her robe had a glitch,
She mumbled and grumbled, "I feel like a titch!"
The frogs gave a snicker, the crow gave a skitch,
Even the cat thought, "That broom needs a switch!"

She flew to the market, ignoring the snitch,
Who said, "There goes that old grouchy witch!"
She found a small niche to buy a new stitch,
From a cobbler named Mitch, who worked with a flitch.

She twitched and she twitched, but still felt the hitch,
So she turned to the baker who laughed with a gritch.
"Your spells have gone wrong, your broom’s in the ditch,
But if you buy me a pie, I won’t be a snitch."

The witch stirred her pot, with a fiche and a fitch,
A pinch of spice made the potion quite rich.
But oops! What a mess! The brew took a switch,
She became a pink frog, with a loud, hiccuped litch!

She croaked to the moon, her voice in a pitch,
"I need to fix this before I’m stuck in this niche!"
Her spells had gone bonkers, a magical glitch,
But even a frog could still be a witch!

The moral’s quite simple: whether frog, titch, or witch,
Life’s full of hitches, a mess or a fritsch.
But if you can laugh when things start to twitch,
You’ll hop through it all, no need for a stitch!
 
In Luce's Honour.

The Witch

There once was a witch, with a terrible itch,
Who lived by a tree, next to a deep, muddy ditch.
Her broom took a hitch, and gave quite a twitch,
Then crashed in the ditch with a screech and a pitch!

Her hat got a stitch, her robe had a glitch,
She mumbled and grumbled, "I feel like a titch!"
The frogs gave a snicker, the crow gave a skitch,
Even the cat thought, "That broom needs a switch!"

She flew to the market, ignoring the snitch,
Who said, "There goes that old grouchy witch!"
She found a small niche to buy a new stitch,
From a cobbler named Mitch, who worked with a flitch.

She twitched and she twitched, but still felt the hitch,
So she turned to the baker who laughed with a gritch.
"Your spells have gone wrong, your broom’s in the ditch,
But if you buy me a pie, I won’t be a snitch."

The witch stirred her pot, with a fiche and a fitch,
A pinch of spice made the potion quite rich.
But oops! What a mess! The brew took a switch,
She became a pink frog, with a loud, hiccuped litch!

She croaked to the moon, her voice in a pitch,
"I need to fix this before I’m stuck in this niche!"
Her spells had gone bonkers, a magical glitch,
But even a frog could still be a witch!

The moral’s quite simple: whether frog, titch, or witch,
Life’s full of hitches, a mess or a fritsch.
But if you can laugh when things start to twitch,
You’ll hop through it all, no need for a stitch!

What a way to express a bias ... as once discussed with emergency room staff; it's not the blood and gore but how the stitches look like they're pulled giving the closure a ruah appearance! That's the essence ...
 
Are blood stirring episodes curdling ... maybe just a separate madness ... autonomy! They cannot aggregate ... for nothing adds up to them ... homeopathy ... getting the sol and spirit together ... there's a battle within itself ... can you live with it ... the complex conflict ... resolutions?

The myths may be extensive ... and explosive ...
 
100 sheep all following the leader, nothing to see here but...there is that one little black sheep that stands out. They tell us that 'black is beautiful'. If true, then we are indeed beautiful, no?
 
100 sheep all following the leader, nothing to see here but...there is that one little black sheep that stands out. They tell us that 'black is beautiful'. If true, then we are indeed beautiful, no?

Then there are buffalo falls ... a parallel to Angel Falls ... descent of Eire closing in? Cloe's ...
 
I have been to Angel Staircase Falls, I am quite the alpine hiker. To conserve energy and to lessen my carbon footprint, I fly to the trailheads on my broomstick.;)
 
I have been to Angel Staircase Falls, I am quite the alpine hiker. To conserve energy and to lessen my carbon footprint, I fly to the trailheads on my broomstick.;)

Admire the clean sweep ... check the dust for lost gemstones ... marbles, pearls, etc.
 
Go thic(k) so they cannot observe ... thus clouds ... Shenandoah revealed ... when the sun rises ... shadows retreat to under the trees ... can you imagine the myths rising from pagan declarations ...

Some never get beyond as the script about questions posed! Nothing r no body asked they were set back by paranoia ... according to what I saw 'd ... substituting the Semitic icon I ↔ J ... we get Jesse (and a lot of debate)! That's The JC's damning the unseen consequence ... a dark spot? Stag matata of dah Hart ... points?

Thus Roman thorns like þ ... Pisces? Curios piece ... can occupy considerable time ...
 
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