Gingerbread Discovery

Narrated 'deed' of a forest-mysticism examination relevant for capitalism-Ego 'understanding' drawing an irony of 'humility' diet.

A vignette about a strange forest-witch encounter, with 'capitalism' overtones of metaphysical values (and omen!). Enjoy, 

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I worked with a special goodly witch on a special forest camping meditation mission involving writing about deep thoughts concerning the harnessing of fortune/wealth for Earth race ideations on the intelligence behind superstitions of wealth and loss. My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm descended from old-world real-life sea pirates and became 'naturally' fascinated by fortune-lore and capitalism storyboards and comics before I met the goodly witch who became my ally in this forest-meditation mission which led to a very bizarre detour.

Though I'm not a 'pirate' in the modern real world, I sometimes dress up like fantastic pirates for Halloweentime, and when my goodly-witch ally in this forest-fortune meditation mission, Esmerelda, decided to work alongside me for a special view on the quality of Earth capitalist race securities drawn from deep-thought meditations on fortune-superstitions, I 'literally' started to feel like a 'real' pirate, perhaps excited to create social-media Selfie-toasts of what pirates 'felt' like in the past, in comparison to what they might comment about in this modern social-media 'rich' America (wow).

ESMERELDA: We'll think of Thoreau and Edward Abbey and you can tell me about your Adam Smith readings for social-media!

Here's the bizarre twist I was telling you about in the beginning of this retell, and it concerns the 'discovery' in that forest Esmerelda and I entered for our fortune-capitalist nature-state meditations and journal-writing --- it was a strange/isolated and undetected deep-woods life-size 'abode' made entirely of edible items and building material! It was a 'real' Gingerbread House, you know, from Grimms' Fairy Tales about Hansel & Gretel and that 'evil' witch who managed to lure them inside with the candy-like visage of an edible 'haven' for ravenous Ego.

ESMERELDA: We've got to get inside this 'Gingerbread-Behemoth' lest we lose-sight of our mission of capitalism Ego now, no?
AMLAN SATAN (Me): Yeah...I agree, Ezzy (let's go inside!).

When we went inside, we were greeted by the 'matron' of the edible 'abode' in those deep-woods in North America. She was a real witch with a very unusual appearance and hooded-gown and crooked nose and all and we were alarmed to think that such a 'lore-resembling' figure would be a 'real' personage on Earth in this modern age. We told her about our 'Thoreau-like' capitalism meditation mission and were 'drawn' by her Gingerbread-Behemoth 'abode' in that forest. She introduced herself --- Hazel (and boy, did she have an essay for us!).

HAZEL: The significance of this Gingerbread abode you've discovered is not unlinked to the mission of your 'capitalist' examination for Thoreau-like contemplation for your social-media culture 'critique' of the Western-world, Amlan/Ezzy; in fact, I'm a 'messenger' of such dark intelligence and entice you to try some of my edible tea-cups, made entirely of baked yummy raisin coffee cake, and I'll soak it with some honey for you, but you are going to explain to me the rationale for entering my abode simply because of its appearance, its 'delicious' aura --- for nothing as it may appear and all evil things of Earth come in packages of security (hahaha).

That coffee-cake was laced with a hallucinogen, and Ezzy/I found ourselves inebriated and 'dreaming' of faeries and demons while Hazel danced around in that Gingerbread abode in that dark forest. It was then that Ezzy/I discovered that our 'natural' curiosity about capitalism Ego drew us to a 'metaphysical' encounter with a 'spirit' of danger and strangeness. Hazel had us completely disoriented before offering us the chance to become a real witch like her, through a special Occult incantation inside that 'edible' home.

EZZY: Let's get the hell out of here, Satan.

AMLAN SATAN (Me): Let's grab that bag of toy-gems on Hazel's desk before we flee, to report her to some world reporter.

No one believed us, even though we showed them the strange mystical toy gems/beads we stole from Hazel's Gingerbread-house, for when we returned to the site with forest-rangers the next day, the entire establishment was simply not there. We forgot about Hazel entirely and the next month, Ezzy/I downloaded a very 'standard' mainstream metaphysical pseudo-religious (Catholicism-oriented) Hollywood (USA) film City of Angels (Meg Ryan) and decided that 'humility' of fortune/capitalism contemplation would more 'conveniently' come with 'basic' or worldly media-activity concerning everyday 'ideations' of 'human' charms. It was simply good enough, we thought (ha).

“A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest, Granny Weatherwax had once told her, because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her” (Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)