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If people all over the world can find so many ways to harness it, then you can find a way to harness it too.
You re going to have to be creative, adapt techniques and exercises for your use, and spend time looking for forms of magic that aren t visualization-dependent. You re going to have to be creative, adapt techniques and exercises for your use, and spend time looking for forms of magic that aren t visualization-dependent.
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The Thumbsucking Witch
You probably never did this, but when I was a little girl, I sucked my thumb. Long after other kids had quit, I was still doing it. Losing patience, my mom tried painting my thumbs with some gross-tasting liquid to make me stop. Instead, I sucked my poisoned thumbs and wept with indignation. She put me on incentive programs, offered me prizes, rolled her eyes, issued dire warnings about other kids not wanting to be friends with me, but it was all in vain. I was an only child and prone to tears – I wasn’t about to surrender my only reliable source of comfort for a Barbie doll or some vague threat of social isolation.
So my mother told me about the Thumbsucking Witch.
The Thumbsucking Witch was supposed to be nice, but every child knows there’s no such thing as a nice witch. Witches are mean, fairies are nice. Elementary stuff, but Mom insisted the Thumbsucking Witch was good-natured. When she caught me sucking my thumb, she would give me a friendly little pinch and I would remember to stop.
A witch who pinched me just at the moment I had achieved a temporary and uneasy peace? This was my mother’s idea of “good-natured” and “friendly?” What, then, qualified as evil? These were the kinds of questions that kept me sucking my thumb.
According to my mother, I couldn’t see the Thumbsucking Witch but she could see me. Was she invisible or just hiding in the room somewhere? Could she see me when I was in the bathroom? The closet? Was anywhere safe? Was she ever NOT watching me?
I believe both the Cold War and my mother’s fascination with James Bond spy movies provide relevant context for my surveillance paranoia.
I believed in the Thumbsucking Witch. I didn’t believe she was nice – I was no Pollyanna—but I believed she existed and followed me everywhere, waiting for me to screw up so she could punish me. This, by the way, is a pretty typical GenX origin story.
Anyway, I met her. I met the Thumbsucking Witch late one night when I couldn’t sleep. She poked her head and torso through my window, wearing standard-issue pointy black hat and billowing black robes, though no wand — curious. Nothing about her was friendly. She stayed for about half an hour, shaming and reprimanding me for my disgusting, babyish habit. Again and again I would bring my thumb to my lips and then force it back down under the covers, delirious with fear and longing.
When the witch flew away, having first extracted my trembling promise to quit sucking my thumb and threatening to return if I didn’t, I climbed down from my playhouse bed and ran to my parents’ room. I had been right the whole time; the Thumbsucking Witch was not nice. How dare my mother lie to me about something so fundamental? How dare she?
Mom was unimpressed with my hysterics. “Marta, the Thumbsucking Witch isn’t real. I made her up so you would stop sucking your thumb. You must have just had a bad dream.”
I would have none of it. “She was in my window, she was MEAN and she scared me.” I can only imagine what this scene must have been like for my mother, who had a Master’s degree in psychology and had just graduated from law school. How to counsel such an irrational client?
My mother was not the type to indulge drama and sent me back to bed, bawling I’m sure, afraid to suck my thumb and yet needing it to calm down. I wanted to believe that my mother was telling the truth, that the Thumbsucking Witch was just a character she had made up to get me to quit a bad habit — it made sense — but I had seen the Thumbsucking Witch. I had heard her. I knew she had visited my room and frightened me. Didn’t I?
How is a five-year-old supposed to reconcile the rational truth with her perceived experience? How is a 45-year-old supposed to do that?
So odd, the things that cross your mind as you listen to the news.
I hope you’re well and happy, ready for whatever comes next. I, for one, am wishing for a dull, quiet year, but it doesn’t look like we’re going to get one. Never mind … we have each other.
Alright, let’s get this out of the way right up front, there is nothing wrong with you! You are not somehow broken because you cannot see things in your mind’s eye. You do not have any less access to the powers that make magic possible than any other person. You’re simply working with a different toolkit than the average person is.
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Reviews for "The Intersection of Witchcraft and Sexuality in "Suck that Witch"
1. Emily - 1 star:
I found "Suck that witch" to be incredibly offensive and tasteless. The use of derogatory language towards women and the portrayal of witches in a negative light was disrespectful and unnecessary. The humor was forced and lacked any real wit or cleverness. Overall, I was extremely disappointed with this film and would not recommend it to anyone.
2. Alex - 2 stars:
I had high hopes for "Suck that witch" based on the previews, but it fell short in many ways. The plot was weak and predictable, and the acting was subpar. The attempt at comedy often came across as crude and juvenile. The movie seemed to rely more on shock value than genuine entertainment. Unfortunately, I was left feeling unsatisfied and unamused.
3. Jennifer - 2 stars:
"Suck that witch" had potential with its supernatural theme, but it failed to deliver on many levels. The characters were poorly developed, and their motivations were unclear. The humor felt forced and often missed the mark. The special effects were lackluster and unimpressive. Overall, I found the film to be underwhelming and would not recommend it to others.
4. Mark - 1 star:
I couldn't understand the appeal of "Suck that witch". The jokes were tasteless and offensive, bordering on misogynistic. The plot was incredibly convoluted and confusing, making it hard to stay engaged. The acting was over-the-top and cringe-worthy. I was truly disappointed with this film and would advise others to skip it altogether.
5. Rachel - 1 star:
"Suck that witch" was a complete waste of time. The storyline was confusing and disjointed. The attempts at humor were juvenile and fell flat. The characters were one-dimensional and lacked any depth. Furthermore, the film relied heavily on offensive stereotypes, particularly towards women. Overall, I found this movie to be offensive, poorly executed, and wholly unenjoyable. I would not recommend it to anyone.