Writing Prompt: Wicked Witch
Write about evil: how you understand it (or don’t), what you think it means, or a way it’s manifested, either in the world at large or in your life.
I don’t understand evil. The desire to be evil eludes me beyond the very basic instinct to defend myself against someone who attempts to harm me. Defense is a very different animal that I don’t view as unfolding in the same way that evil unfolds.
I don’t understand the desire to murder, torture, oppress, control others and control the land. I meditate daily on why I have zero desire for power, brutality and control while many seem to thrive off controlling others, and, always seeming to want to control them to the detriment of their very existence.
From what I’ve observed, evil behavior seems to have a pattern, and, sadly, a face. It would be far too painful to get into what the face looks like, but from my personal experience and historical research, the face seems rarely to change. At this juncture, only a handful of Indigo-like souls have the desire to transform our world into one that will be truly free. My hope has always been that I could live to see this new more peaceful and free world ushered in. But it seems that will not be the case.
A luta continua.