Magdalene the Wiccan

Pig Pancreas with Bile

Magdalene never got married. In all she had a love interest in about 9 men from the time she was 16… but none matched her ideal of love. She was determined to find it … it tugged at her heart … brought her into beautification … and caused her mind to sway at the thought of … how all things in creation loved one another … and formed the basis of the rotation of the earth … the solar system … and held up the constellations.

She had got a small cottage … near the Mississippi river … before the town of Garwin … and lived alone among the birds … rabbits … squirrels … and rabbits. She picked up vegetable farming and soon had quite a garden of carrots … potatoes … tomatoes … spinach … and strawberries. But her interest in the wiccan arts was slow to develop. Her guides spoke to her everyday … to try to help … but nothing picked up.

She was prone to sexual urges … powerful … that caused her to take her clothes off … and wander in the woods nearby. And each time it was the same … it was some man she fancied … and how she hoped to live her life with him. It produced a sweet sickening experience … and got her quite ill for a few days. On occasion she'll pick someone up at the bar … and spend the night with him. But there had to be more she figured.

She took out the pig pancreas … from the ice-box … and looked at it again.

' What am I doing wrong?' she asked in a rising voice. She repeated the ingredients again … ' a dash of salt … blood of rabbit … bile of chicken … a pinch of sugar … some coriander leaves … just before the full moon … so what else.' She could feel her temper rising … that she caught immediately … okay … so I reduced the bile … then why isn't it working?'

Her thoughts went to Peter … he was the only one she thought she truly loved … but he went on to be a pastor … and she stopped seeing him.

' If only he wasn't that type …,' she mumbled, ' saving the whole world indeed … what rubbish … he can't even save himself!'

She felt hungry again.

' No problem ' she mumbled … ' we have the induction cooker.'

She rose and went to the kitchen counter … chopped up some onions … garlic … fresh chillies … took out the wild boar meat from the ice-box … and sliced it. Then she peeled some potatoes … and cut them ito small pieces. She poured some oil in the pan … switched on the cooker … and raised the temperature to 100 C. Then she braised the potatoes until brown … threw in the onions … garlic and chillies … waited till fried and threw in the meat. In another 15 minutes she was already eating.

She sat on the chair and stared at the pig pancreas again. The taste of the meat lay on her tongue. She felt somewhat anxious … and realized that it was the meat. It feared the predator … foxes … wolves … and mountain lion.

' That makes me a wolf …' she mumbled slowly. ' Dear God … I've been cooking for a wolf .'

She realized then why she was so hard on herself … had to have anything she put her mind on … and had to have it quickly. Wolves are efficient hunters … in the same way that the induction cooker … made light of a meal preparation.

She got up and paced the room.

' Okay … I don't want to be wolf … they live in groups … too many social concerns … no … no mountain lion … too proud. That means … fox … cool!'

She gestured as she spoke … and turned to point at the wood stove.

' Clean that up … use it from time to time … interchanging with the cooker … include rabbits in the diet … stay with the pig pancreas … that's Peter … I'm the fox. Cool! ' She sat again on the chair with a huge feeling of relief.

' Mag … Mag … Mag … ' she called to herself … ' use your head!' It was something she did every time she got something right. But she felt a melancholy rising and couldn't place it. Then it became clear … she will get Peter out from the ministry … but what about the people?'

' The people can eat cake!' she replied to her own concern. But it didn't settle in well. ' O God ' she moaned … not again.'

“ I can write to the church and have him released … no … that's not such a great idea.' She got up and started to pace again.

' It'll be a new trend …' she assured herself … ' everybody take care of yourself … be your own priest … the church is not going to mother you anymore … ' she grimaced painfully … unsure about herself.

The setting sun … withdrew its rays from a sky it had been a part of the entire day. As it set … the light withdrew from Magdalene's face … as she sat at the back porch … weaving a basket of thin wires … to make a rabbit trap. She had a look of determination … on her face. Next to her was a cup of black coffee.

' More bile …' she mumbled to herself.

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What the heck is this? and why is it called wiccan?