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Funny world we live in. or its the part of the world and what im going to tell about might be even spectacular to people from other parts of the world, such piquant specifics of the country. But the truth is it freaks me out when I face it in my everyday life.
Have to admit my good friend had turned me into listening to audiobooks and to stories by Pratchett in particular. You might be familiar with them and find the characters and the events in that fantastic world he has created rather fascinating. I so do. But then one day, like yesterday, we sit and talk at work (have I mentioned I believe in women solidarity and quite enjoy the company of my colleagues the only boss among them being a man?) and everyone gets blissfully drunk (ok, except for me, but I still share the vibe with them. Alcohol just doesn’t work out for me in a good way, I prefer smoking weed:) and then a little girl who’s 17 starts quietly crying and gently forced shares her story. A boy, nice one, who has met her parents is suddenly getting married. Whatever suggestions one can have as to why their relations came to a halt and broke abruptly, one will never be right according to my colleagues. They have been there, they know what to do. It’s the moment when we treat magic here like an ordinary thing, some manual instruction to handle the difficult circumstances.
I live close to the mountains. Our highlanders are known quite widely being into a sort of magic they use mainly to bring troubles into neighbors’ lives or casually correct the weather if they don’t like the day in the morning. As one might know, there are no real boundaries for magic. So these habits have spread in all region and are ill-used by anyone who comes up with some crazy idea. Hence the stories about salt well worked with spell being left under neighbors’ doors or different tissues tied in numerous knots on the door handles, tiny pieces of branches lay crossed by the doors. And then people going crazy fully using the advantage of being jinxed like looking for special people who possess certain knowledge to fight the jinx. And then priests take part in this all thing too, not telling as one would expect it all being a nonsense but offering the victims alternative ways to recover, like forbid to go see witches and inquire God's help.
I must say I don’t believe in all this thing being what people here mostly believe it is. Ok, I accept the church’s ways to cope with the situation cause in my eyes its more like psychological advice not to panic, not to turn all depressed and sit waiting for disasters come and destroy you as victims are prone to. And the teen girl crying her eyes out here talks about her having found salt in her bag and her depressions, her having visions of dead people and things falling down around her, and her urge to jump down from a balcony and unspeakable anger she aims against anyone who tells her a word.
So today the kid is here again and my older colleague puts her through to some witch who has helped her to sort out the similar situation in her life. And these are things I witness way too often. Should I mention its much more about women than men, the former playing main roles of both victims and saviors. There have been a male witch said to be one of the strongest in our mountains killed here recently. Being a kid i had seen him waving his hands at the clouds during some town fest to chase them away. And then I met him later and tried to mentally distance myself from him being in the same room I was.
There was a period in my life I was into mystic. But as time passed my approach to certain things has changed and even where I know to be a mystical realm I choose to stick to things that can be grasped and explained by a man’s mind. I don’t believe in a man’s mind abilities being without borders. But I believe in certain spirits working through the people if they’re allowed to. And that’s what I prefer to stay away from. Learning to live with my feet firmly on the ground even if I know only part of me is ground while the other one belongs somewhere else.
Have to admit my good friend had turned me into listening to audiobooks and to stories by Pratchett in particular. You might be familiar with them and find the characters and the events in that fantastic world he has created rather fascinating. I so do. But then one day, like yesterday, we sit and talk at work (have I mentioned I believe in women solidarity and quite enjoy the company of my colleagues the only boss among them being a man?) and everyone gets blissfully drunk (ok, except for me, but I still share the vibe with them. Alcohol just doesn’t work out for me in a good way, I prefer smoking weed:) and then a little girl who’s 17 starts quietly crying and gently forced shares her story. A boy, nice one, who has met her parents is suddenly getting married. Whatever suggestions one can have as to why their relations came to a halt and broke abruptly, one will never be right according to my colleagues. They have been there, they know what to do. It’s the moment when we treat magic here like an ordinary thing, some manual instruction to handle the difficult circumstances.
I live close to the mountains. Our highlanders are known quite widely being into a sort of magic they use mainly to bring troubles into neighbors’ lives or casually correct the weather if they don’t like the day in the morning. As one might know, there are no real boundaries for magic. So these habits have spread in all region and are ill-used by anyone who comes up with some crazy idea. Hence the stories about salt well worked with spell being left under neighbors’ doors or different tissues tied in numerous knots on the door handles, tiny pieces of branches lay crossed by the doors. And then people going crazy fully using the advantage of being jinxed like looking for special people who possess certain knowledge to fight the jinx. And then priests take part in this all thing too, not telling as one would expect it all being a nonsense but offering the victims alternative ways to recover, like forbid to go see witches and inquire God's help.
I must say I don’t believe in all this thing being what people here mostly believe it is. Ok, I accept the church’s ways to cope with the situation cause in my eyes its more like psychological advice not to panic, not to turn all depressed and sit waiting for disasters come and destroy you as victims are prone to. And the teen girl crying her eyes out here talks about her having found salt in her bag and her depressions, her having visions of dead people and things falling down around her, and her urge to jump down from a balcony and unspeakable anger she aims against anyone who tells her a word.
So today the kid is here again and my older colleague puts her through to some witch who has helped her to sort out the similar situation in her life. And these are things I witness way too often. Should I mention its much more about women than men, the former playing main roles of both victims and saviors. There have been a male witch said to be one of the strongest in our mountains killed here recently. Being a kid i had seen him waving his hands at the clouds during some town fest to chase them away. And then I met him later and tried to mentally distance myself from him being in the same room I was.
There was a period in my life I was into mystic. But as time passed my approach to certain things has changed and even where I know to be a mystical realm I choose to stick to things that can be grasped and explained by a man’s mind. I don’t believe in a man’s mind abilities being without borders. But I believe in certain spirits working through the people if they’re allowed to. And that’s what I prefer to stay away from. Learning to live with my feet firmly on the ground even if I know only part of me is ground while the other one belongs somewhere else.