It is the year 2066.
Welcome Zen, she said, as I entered the white room. I was just a child. I looked down at my clothes and noticed they were purely white, from my bracelets down to my shoes. She too was dressed all in white, as if everything in the universe had been contaminated but us, but this space. She stood with her hands clasped behind her back.
How was your trip? I just looked at her. It is quite normal to feel shellshocked. Let’s take a look then, at what you came here to learn. We walked toward a rectangular window with a view of many individuals, all genders, within a specific setting. Most of these men were raised to be impossibly harmful and limited, she said. If you ask why, I can explain. Since the dawn of time it was men out at the forefront. There wasn’t time for emotional healing nor time to feel at all. There was only an urgency to do. You must listen closely because you will be the one to go back and save them all. My eyes looked on in wonder.
Half of the women you are looking at decided to identify with men through their own masculinity, forgetting about their femininity precisely so that they could survive. In a world where you could not be remotely linked to feminism for surely a death would fall upon you both metaphorically and physically, I watched these women suffer terribly. Not at the hands of the men, although this also began occurring, but at the plague that befell men and disallowed them from being true to their feminine within. You see, men have always been women and women always men, by design, this is the very core of who we are in human form, the two make us up, and respecting this law of the universe is of utmost importance. It prevents what happened back then from happening again. I nodded.
These women fall easily into sleep at night, for demons will always let you sleep to keep your own doings blind. And men only benefit from those women who, in scores and droves, build themselves to be more male-dominant. This assists the biddings of men because women then too, disrupt other women from living. This tends to serve men very well and perpetuate the narrative, and the wars we all lived through. I nodded again.
Well then, my part is complete. Best of luck to you Zen, I will be waiting on the other side, approximately when the sun and moon become one. Why have you chosen me, I spoke. The woman knelt down to my size, with warmth in her eyes. You are but a child, and your most recent exposure to the (womb)an has you - like all children - primed for workings that are of the highest magical order. Now close your eyes, for this, is your destiny.
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Thank you for reading. Here’s what else I’ve been up to:
Emotional Horrorshow (zine) and Please Just Let Me Die (book) will be debuting before the end of the year.
I will be introducing some t-shirts I created in the near future.
In December I am gearing up to do a witch market, details to come.