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In this episode, we meet our witches, explore some shared
family history,and navigate the pitfalls of starting a podcast together.
Welcome to the coven, witches.
The remedy is steeped in a secret
that has no one left to tell.
Its ancient recipe tumbled through time
from father through daughter to chosen male.
More than ritualistic mumblings,
more than a cure for infants' ails,
the powerful words were guarded jewels
embedded in mythic trust.
When the whisperings fell on the maiden’s ears,
she pledged unequivocal guardianship,
and the words of primeval potency
lay upon her lips.
Mothers brought their babies
for the healing the young girl made;
in private, antique utterings
blended with herbal blade.
Time added a link to the maiden’s chain,
the expected son of destiny's choice.
Without considering another in line,
she passed her secret to her oldest boy.
But the mother erred in judgment,
in choosing her firstborn son,
for his metal was weak when tested,
and the troth was broken
by his thoughtless tongue.
No one knew why the woman cried.
They knew not the grievous loss.
The misjudged son was oblivious
to the ancestral wrath he'd wrought.
Though his mother heard the rumblings,
the angry thoughts of those before,
she could not deflect the sorrow
that visited her firstborn's door.
For the intended heir of the precious pearls,
his daughter, not his wife,
unaware of the legacy intended her,
would be crushed in the prime of life.
Could it be the precious secret
held the power to heal this land?
How much longer will the world have to wait
for whispers from another clan?
For a still small voice surviving time
to connect with a knowing mind,
to spark the Thought of ancient decree
for the healing of humankind.