Witch War

Tell us more of this lore that you have named Witch War. ~

I tell you, the way in which I come upon my ideas for films is wholly original. This idea came from my walks in reality. Perhaps while manic, but reality based none-the-less. Twice I had come across a dried up sunflower stalk. The first had the flower attached, the second was only an 18" segment of stalk that looked like an amazing wizard's wand. As I walked my 3 miles for the morning I held the wand and let my mind search out its story. The tale was this:

In Salem, of its time, there were two factions of witchi. (Yeah, I said it. Not witches, but witchi. My story, my nomenclature.) It began with one witch naming another witch as a witch who ended up getting burned at the stake. Then those closest to said burned witch pointed their fingers at the namer as a witch, who was subsequently burned at the stake. Then the ones closest to that witch began naming names and pointing fingers until the fire came directly from their own hands. Back and forth this went on until the entire township of Salem was embroiled in a Witch War, with spells being cast back and forth in a furious flurry. Witches were burned, people were cursed and the factions grew at an alarming rate. Kinship of the people of Salem soon heard of the ugly, fingerpointing and joined in as far sweeping as Boston and Bangor. With each cruel spell cast, the witches became uglier and uglier due to the misuse of their own inner magic. And soon, the entire colonies were swept up in this so called civil war until there was no more land left to be desecrated. So it spread westward and onward under the cloak of night. (Until the night was full and then it breached the daylight.) Families upon families cursing eachother with lies and anger. Only to get uglier and uglier as they sapped their own beauty from their fragile souls, thinking they were getting stronger but all the while they were just growing weaker. And so is the Witch War as it rages on through generations. It keeps getting uglier with every evil story told. Until we have all been touched by the Witch War, making us all uglier than we used to be - on the outside or the inside depending on which spell is cast. The war is hideous and it rages on. We may not be burned at the stake anymore, but the mounting scars are evident. It's gotten very ugly out there, indeed! Even stories have been stolen and warped into an ugly form of what they once were. And this has been the story of the sunflower stalk.
There is but one solution to stop the evil war we all pretend not to be a part of and it goes as simple as it sounds. Practice those random acts of kindness and whenever possible Make Love Not War. ...Lest ye all become ugly mother-fucking weetches.
In closing, I would like to say that I have been burned at the stake many-a-time for my foretold transgressions, soI have seen the Witch War in full effect - on me as well as others. It is unhealthy, it is unclean, but it doesn't have to be unforgiven. Humanity can bloom once again. I believe it whole heartedly. But the spells, witchwise or otherwise have got to come to an end.

Your Private Telepath,
Rogue