Hard to lie to a witch and ghoul

My coffeeshop friend Stephany, or Corrimhao on the blog, is an asuwang, if you like but in England and Ireland, that is a ghoul. I’m a different kind. We both studied hard and long and painstakingly, but went for our specialties. After law, I opted to put up a café because it was the perfect place to meet like minded and kin that were into wiccan. That’s witchery or witchcraft for you.

 

It’s just another ordinary hobby, as it were. But it has some special things to it.  You get to develop more of the senses and abilities that ordinarily would have lain dormant if you had not gone into meditation and prayer.

 

All Christians meditate and  pray. But only a few are able to process their innate abilities and make them shine. Muslims also meditate and pray. I’ve personally seen Imams perform the rite to make food halal. Before slaugther, the Imam prays and something like whispers to the ear of a livestock animal. The slaughtering happens very silently. A goat does not bray, a cow does not make a sound, just silence. There is nothing you can hear or movement you can sense from the livestock. That’s halal food for you.

 

It’s admirable, but I’m not much into meat. I favor, more, vegetables and sometimes I don’t even touch milk or eggs.

 

The thing I like most about my avocation, is that I find people can’t lie to me. Sometimes it’s true even on television, too. I seem to see what’s going on inside the head of the person talking. On the other hand, Stephany sometimes mischievously tries to find out more than just what’s in a person’s convoluted brain. She actually visits the guy at home, office or whatever. That’s the reason she has juicy takes on Joey De Leon, her newest subject of ultimate peeve. His route from Katipunan to Xavierville (his office), to his house, the girls he dates, the badings he goes out with, the ladies and boys in GMA that he has markers on, and so many things. Of course there’s that guy on the blogosphere, that she wants to s…ck someday. I don’t do Stephany’s stuff. But when I feel really kinky enough, I’ll make a chant, potion and spell for people like those creating too much tension in the south. At least it might warm them, and maybe in a jiffy convince them to let go of their many mischiefs.