A few days ago I awoke one morning with Donovan’s “Season of the Witch” playing in my head. Of all the old, obscure songs to haunt me so to speak (as this has, since), this one would be among the last I’d ever expect to “come calling.”
Finally I thought, maybe if I write about this, the song will leave me alone! :-}
All I knew from memory was the title lyric, “Must be the season of the witch,” which I heard clearly in my mind. Also something about “picking up every stitch,” but for the most part, this mental implant was about it being the season of the witch.
Here’s something about this song, if interested to look into it a bit; I found the first opinion below the lyrics a fair POV. For me though it’s simply the title that came to me in my sleep somehow; I didn’t know the lyrics.
I imagine many readers can relate quite viscerally to the fate of the witch in America, from past-life residue. Witches – typically natural healers˚ – were loved by those they helped and feared by the dominating patriarchy who greedily grasped all power for themselves, with which to control the community “body” so to speak. Continue reading