The Wendigo. An elemental of the native priest class. Similar to the golem, in
that respect. Likewise, the notion of a supernatural being run amok. The Wendi-
go, or Skinwalker, is an interesting subject.
More often than not it is tied in with cannibalism. Cannibals transform into the-
se demonic creatures and stalk all that is good and wholesome. One of many rea-
sons it is better to starve than eat your compatriots. It makes sense, really.
Don’t eat people.
Cannibalism is the usual tie in for most people and their knowledge/interest in
the Wendigo. But, of course, there are other ideas. The Wendigo may disturb li-
vestock with their presence. Strange sounds from the woods. Strange shadows. A
dead cow drained of all it’s blood hanging from a tree.
Witchy shit. The Native curse on the White man. A potent symbol. Some things a-
re better left as symbols and not given creedence to become a reality. The Wen-
digo is just a device of story-tellers. A moral tale.
It is convenient to believe such things. To cast off ideas as mere fantasy. Mo-
ther used to say, “You’re telling stories…”, implying, “You’re full of shit.”
In the Zulu tradition they have their “Kitsch-It-Tory”; similar in practically
all respects to the Wendigo.
It is said that if a couple are walking at night, and they encounter a “Kitsch-
It-Tory” – and I imagine this has been interpreted broadly for centuries – that
the couple, to prevent death or worse, must disrobe immediately and begin “mak-
ing love”. Convenient.
I smile every time I think about this. A horny human being will think of the m-
ost elaborate things to get laid. “Follow us and hide in the bushes. When I ask,
‘Do you want a berry?’, rustle the bushes and make strange sounds.”
The Wendigo as potent symbol. Or, the Wendigo as sex ploy. Superstition exploi-
ted for personal gain. It’s a powerful concept. Yet, it is better to keep it a
symbol or concept than to accept that such a being exists.
It has thousands of names. It is a transformation. Typically, degenerative tra-
nsformation. A werewolf may gain superhuman strength, but it is cursed. A vamp-
ire may live forever – feeding on others & transforming their hosts in turn – b-
ut it is only a shadow of it’s former self; a vampire has no reflection.
A qliphothic manifestation of nature. A symptom of the schizophrenic universe/m-
ultiverse. To quote one of the most bizarre of the Conspiracy Theorists, Leo Ly-
on Zagami, “If people knew what these beings were they would run in the other d-
irection.” He was referring to “Satanists”, but it applies here.
There are just some pockets of reality you want to avoid. This entices people.
Like Heroin. It’s not just bad news. When I say there are just some pockets yo-
want to avoid it’s not because I’m a crotchedy old man. There really are just
some parts of reality that you don’t need to know about.
I questioned this. I’m lucky to be alive. But, “life” is more than just being a-
live. Consider a zombie. Is a zombie alive? I walked with a zombie. And that zo-
mbie was me. I knew heroin was bad, but I didn’t know something like this was e-
This thing was inside me. In my mind. In my thoughts. Observing me. Bemused with
my pain. My humiliation. It silently dominated me. I thought of my childhood. A-
nd then I realized it was there. Silently watching. Dominating my consciousness.
Slowing spreading into every aspect of my life until one day it introduced itse-
lf and shattered me.
If you knew what these things were, you would run in the other direction. It’s m-
ore than a symbol. If it is a sex ploy we are merely puppets guided into reprod-
uction so that we generate more hosts.