Lewis Thomas was a physician who wrote elegantly about biology in books like The Lives of a Cell. I want to bring your attention to his meditation on warts. “Nothing in the body has so much the look of toughness and permanence as a wart,” he wrote. And yet “they can be made to go away by something that can only be called thinking . . . Warts can be ordered off the skin by hypnotic suggestion.” Thomas regarded this phenomenon as “absolutely astonishing, more of a surprise than cloning or recombinant DNA.” According to my astrological reckoning, Cancerian, you currently have a comparable marvel at your disposal. Using the power of your mind, you can shrink, dissolve, or banish a wart-like vexation.
Well, that is certainly good news. Because if anything is a wart in my life at the moment it is the woman I referred to yesterday. Yes, I hold my ex partner accountable (this did not have anything to do with sex btw, just so that’s clear). Yes, he brought the interfering woman into our lives. But I had feelings for him. I never had any for her and she declared me her enemy before ever meeting me. For no reason of any kind. I have no idea why. I do know that he did nothing effective to dispel her from that belief. And even today, it appears they are still friends. After all that happened.
But I think that might be changing. I know that 5 months ago I did a banishing ritual to keep her away from me. It appears to be weakening which is not surprising as I gave a timeline of 6 months. Time to renew it since obviously there is need, again away from me only. He wrote me after yesterday’s blowup and said that he doesn’t want her there either. Perhaps between the two of us, we can make that so. So Mote It Be.
I love that this physician refers to what us witches know as wart charming. That this is valid through thought. As a child I had terrible warts on my hands. Weekly sessions at the doctor trying to burn them off. Oh, the pain. Finally a physician’s assistant took me aside, got out the heavy duty shit and burned them for so long that blisters formed underneath them and when the blisters healed the warts fell off. Leaving huge holes that it took quite a while to heal. I was a potter at the time and that was fun. But the point is, eventually the rememdy was found. It was so incredibly painful that I could hardly bear it but it worked.
I find this to be a fit metaphor for what is going on right now. And I find it contains a hopeful message. She will be out of my life for good, at least in spirit. Perhaps she’ll feel uncomfortable because of the renewed banishing and not have a good time and never come back. I think from now on, instead of calling her SNIB (Skanky Nasty Interfering Bitch) I will call her Warthog, or Wart or perhaps Warty Bitch for short (or is that long).
I realized today that keeping a link to my old blog that still contained all the pain from the past year, which included a breakup, a family death, and the end of BFF, that it was still poisoning my life. I have deleted that account completely, removed the link to it in my link list and removed the reference to it in my About page.
This Sunday is the full moon. In Scorpio. A good time for endings, protection, and new beginnings. So Mote It Be. Wart? I have a banishing powder with your name on it. Just try and come by my booth at the faire. Just try. Just give me one reason to out you in public.
Reader, did you think that because I can be compassionate that it is my way? Sorry. I’m still human. I find it easy to be compassionate with those who I love or who I don’t know. I have a long ways to go to find compassion for those who hurt me on purpose. And it appears that I plan on giving her stuff back to her on a plate. But mostly this is about protecting me, not hurting her. If I protect myself well, the rest shouldn’t be an issue at all.