Shieldmaidens incessant trolling

Is just getting to be a bit on the obscene side.

Her posts addressed to me the past 4 months have been ad hominem strictly. Most of her posts seem to be petty and very misguided attempts at getting under peoples skin. Since she doesn’t let off, it is really making for a sickly atmosphere.

Basicaly I see in her a lazy soul waiting out an empty life. Maybe she can do that in private.

She would in theory be very welcome to post something of substance but all she has is the urge to judge and no mind for it.

There is a forum around the corner for that type of instinct.

Perhaps if you were to post something of substance yourself, it might set an example for others to follow. It’s worth a try.

Some mistake judgementalism for philosophy, but let’s hope they learn Jakob.

Philosophy develops problem-solving, analytical, judgemental and synthesising capacities and in the philosophical perspective judgement is inevitable and even if you decide not to judge this also involves a judgement.

Arguably you demonstrate this with your judgemental response to that which is regarded as judgemental by some/me.

When witches go on a witch-hunt,
they use their brooms
Sweep-sweeping away what disturbs
their well-laid plans
not swords or guns
A sanitary-um,
clean flat space,
to lie down and dream
flat on my face

Wise master from the past,
the first who understood me,
you were not the last
Only you appreciated my gift-offering of love
Only you and one or two
initiated into the lore

They know not what they do, me-Lord
like Christ, that ancient mage,
I am crucified
They know not the power I bring to them

Wisdom in the earth and sky
this world is too dirty for one as clean as you, and I
to polluted to scry and not cry
an eye for an eye

For my magic to be effective,
it needs a world with no daemons
nothing defective
A nice, good, loving place,
full of trust and acceptance,
openness to my spells
not these urban hells

I will change my witche’s wand
for a baton
I’ve found more powerful grimoires,
a music chart full of memoirs
delivering my spells indirectly
note by note intuitively
bypassing the haters
baiters
the skeptics, that deny my genius
touching their craven hearts with melody
they envy
They despair not having my talents
and a pair
jealous because I am so fair

Master Mage
you still guide me
with your memory
the one, and only you were
for me

inspiring to train new talent
all corrupted by the world
like Plato’s philosopher kings
I grow wings, another pair
for the air
to add to my crystal balls
Seeing from the stars
into tenement halls