This fourth day of Inktober is prompted by the word "Spell."

Now many of us associate this idea with superficial beliefs of spells being solely prescribed to occult artisans and though they have made a profession of the language that is a "spell," or charm.

I dare say a Spell is a word in which commands life, dictates a preconceived action and is "satisfied," dependent on the user of the diction.

I have been told I am moody, easily offended and too violent. All of which is not true. There is a difference between wrath and indignation. One is allowable by the heavens and the other arrives from the temptation of meddling spirits.

Some have suggested I am bipolar, again not true. Those that say it are the same people who will see me about to eat a slice of pie and suggest I don't need any food because I am getting fat and should share with those in need and feel good about the sacrifice.

Pardon me while I burst.

Again, spells are merely words used to control a situation, or person.

For instance, I know of people who don't read like I do. They don't find joy in the craft of weaving stories from the moments of where we've been to perceive where we are going. While they work aimlessly from sun up to sun down, the looks on their faces suggest I am wrong to use three hours of the day and three solid hours of the night to record my dreams and illustrate them. (From my youth, it has been asked, in hopes of deterring my passion for inked expression, “What money can be made from your efforts?”)

  From my youth I’ve been made to react much like the little witch with her pet dragon, who was denied her yearly desire of solitude and pumpkin pie.

“Pardon me while I burst.”

  I suppose I have such little patience with people and how they verbally address me because of my understanding of the power of words and how they are used to control people.

When the little witch was called “fat,” and promised security of an “acceptable,” appearance by ignoring herself and giving to others; though weak in it’s execution, this has been a formidable method to create the eating disorders, such as Bulimia, Anorexia, Obesity, Eimeria, or Acid Reflux; all of which could have been avoided if we avoid those who exude manic depression behavior of an overly judgmental and  “controlling,” person.

 It should be noted that one can’t dispel such poisons of the mind, which affect the body, until they become aware, with the use of the “third eye,” of how such spells begin to erode the very real person.

Words used to weaken, demoralize, centralize, or control, from my youth, have been, burned, cut, sucked into a box, or through great effort, and what many have demonized into a category of narcissism, erased from my mind, in moments of reflection and tranquility.

  Having to return to this mode of thought every time someone has a foul thing to say about me is draining. Instead I try to carry my own sense of self-worth as a jewel or ornament around my neck. Of course, such vibrance brings forth entities that have no form until they are named.

 Jealousy, Envy, Strife, Condescension, Patronization, Emasculation.

The worse being the latter.

I am a man and have found it to be the woman’s curse, the moment she is not given flattering words or uplifted and praised, she will begin to cast spells of the mind that begin with the following,

“You’re not as handsome as you used to be. Years ago, your stomach was flat and now at thirty you have a paunch and your balding.”

None of which is true, but because your still attractive to others and you still desire her, she seeks to give you reason to charm her. Envy, springs from her mouth and you’ve not said a word, as you enjoy your meal after a hard day’s work, yet she continues to speak and disturb your appetite, enough, until there is Strife.

You are aware that it will hurt her, more than anything, if you stop eating what she provides for you.

Backing away from the table, excusing yourself, politely, she is made to ask, “Where are you going? Aren’t you going to finish your meal?”

As if she was not just attacking your middle-aged paunch.

There is no need to say it, but the satisfaction is inches from your lips, “I am fat, remember.

Pardon me while I burst into flames.”

Condescension and Patronization dance into the room. As she utters the next spell.

“You called yourself fat, I did not say a word, all I said was your developing a paunch and I don’t find you as attractive as I used to.”

Right around the corner Emasculation sits and waits to drive home the finishing blow to the conversation, “It is immature of you to leave the table, or to become angry, or say anything, because I suggested you have a paunch, are aging, not as attractive, and when I look at you, I can see your belly. I’d hate to have you at forty-five with a belly so far gone it hits the door before you do and you can’t get your man-hood to rise anymore.”

Pardon me while I burst!

Yes, my friends’ words are no more than spells cast to create our very real world and for years I’ve fought very hard to get people around me to realize, if you don’t want bad things to happen in your life, then speak positively, plan deliberately and verbalize the greatness you can perceive with your, “Third eye.”

That fictional vision you don’t believe in.   

Now this very same duo, the woman who causes her hard-working lover to burst into flames, used words to create love. Three words from time to time to be exact.   Namely after the flames die down you will find them whispering, “I love you.”

They have an affect on a man you know. To the point he will not care that only a heart beat ago, she was denying him food in order to save him from the lack of sex-appeal, libido, and the manifestation of a glutenous nature that overcomes all of us during these excessively merry seasons.

When we hear a spell sung, we call it enchantment.

When we see a spell spun we call it Magic.

(For lack of a more inclusive term, or just an inability to escape traditional and comfortable ideas.)

I don’t really have any handy, though I kind of should; I am contemplating if I can interchange a “Spell,” for a “Blessing,” or words of encouragement?

If this thought is allowed and developed a common place, in all the puff and smoke we kind of forget all many need are words of encouragement.

Well I can’t speak for everyone but certainly for my own experiences. With those prompted to cast bad feelings on those they love, in order to feel better about themselves.

To add salt to injury, I find the pretty ones that cause all the trouble, I suppose the spell of allure never works without a fair amount of vibrance; and my pride would never permit me to allow an unattractive woman to project negativity upon me. Not without so much as correcting her.

Some would call that chicken.