The Witch Who Saw God

 

(=ↀωↀ=)meow!

Her nickname was Tailspin because she was always in a tizzy. Isobel (tizobel?) Thompson on paper.

She had two pet cats. Their names were Hidden Knowledge, aka Hiddie, and Higher Power, aka High. Of course, these were talking “cats”, not cats.

Everything she did was for a reason, which she had reasoned out. All things must be managed correctly,  just right to augment her wishes.

She was of the opinion that every move she made directed some facet of reality. It was a lot of work. It started at the bottom with something like Feng Shui and went clear up to Subtle Incantations. Oh, Universe I call on you to bend your fabric to my will for my will is all I know.

She cooked for her cats for they were very important to her. Cats like jellied chicken broth so she was careful to cook the chickens long enough to get a lot of strong broth. Then she chopped up the meat, removing skin and bones and mixed it all together with some supplement powder made in Canada. Her cats were hale and verbose.

Tailspin Thompson didn’t know that she was a witch. She just felt an overwhelmingly strong urge to get things to go right, right being right as she saw it. It’s not that there was anything really wrong with most of her wishes.

Her cat Hiddie was the antithesis of Wisdom. Her cat High was the antithesis of Truth. They were her advisers. OK, they weren’t really cats. They just looked like cats. Real cats never lead you wrong. We all know that! Hideyhoh!

She lived in a 1930s vintage cottage somewhere in California. It was ephemeral in a solid kind of way. The walls contained her beliefs and dreams. She was always home. Of that you may be sure.

One day, in desperation, she decided to go outside of her house and look around.

Ah. Tailspin knew power when she had tasted it. This was power. She had never actually noticed the sun before. The wind paid her no mind, in its glory! All around was power. The very grass pushed up with a mighty unified strength. She began to realize how she came to be standing on the earth rather than floating loose. She felt her own heart beating and knew she had nothing on earth to do with the setting up of that.

She stepped back into her little cottage, and it seemed much less solid. She left the door open and opened the windows too. The two creatures who had appeared to be cats slipped outside and vanished, shedding the appearance of cats as they went.

A subtly scented breeze blew in through the doorway and threw her papers and oddments down onto the floor and swirled them around. For the first time she laughed at them.

She began a life of honest inquiry and contemplation then.

Oh, and she got a couple of real cats to help around the place.