Dark Sentiments Season 10 — Day 9: Wetiko
Posted By Randy on October 9, 2019
I have come to know that my Esteemed Friend Master At Arms James Keating and I are joined at the spiritual hip, and so it came as no surprise when late last August he emailed me some articles on the Wetiko. If you come here often enough, you will know that I have previously written of the Wendigo, most notably here and here. The Wetiko is quite obviously, a kindred spirit, albeit one disinclined to limit its hunting season to wintry climes.
As Jim put it, “It echos some traditional wendigo lore and adds some new age energy suckers and human monster spice,” adding, “Since both yourself and I have at some point written & spoke about the Wendigo I felt you might like this tidbit. And with Halloween coming such material can act to ignite the dark lamp of creativity from which we draw inspiration.”
He wasn’t whistling Dixie, even though I expect he has in the past and no doubt will again given sufficient provocation.
We will speak further of this subject in coming days. Right now, decant some spruce beer and soak this up.
I Am Wetiko
By LFM
I am the mirror the kitten doesn’t see
As it stalks the other.
Its efforts exhausted in reaction
To only what it, itself, has done.
I am the dream that makes real all that you see in me,
And I remain unseen
As you believe in the lies you tell yourself,
Absent thought.
I thrive when your thinking is at its lowest resolution.
When “woke” is equated with “enlightened”
My strength grows,
In concert with my hunger.
I revel in apartness. Chosenness. That special kind of polarization
That splits the whole into fragments.
“Divide and conquer” you say,
As though you invented it.
You stand for the children, the planet, the Bees,
But you do not stand together.
For anything.
I will see to that.
You are the kitten before the mirror,
The dreamer who never knows it’s a dream.
You will devour yourselves and I will rejoice
In the fullness of my belly.
I am the blade, unseen and only felt.
You are blind to me.
I am the vector of your destruction.
I am Wetiko.
The mirror, the mirror.