FROM POWERLESS, TO THE DETERMINATION OF WHO LIVES AND WHO DIES...I'm sure your all wondering what happened during the witch trials. I think you deserve the truth. Below are some journal entries I wrote when I was younger about those dark days. As well as a more recent column I wrote about present day.

Monday, 16 January 2012

Creating Power From The Fear Of Others


The emotion of fear is powerful, and when you strike fear in others you can create something called power. Fear comes from something that we don’t think we can overcome or beat. We fear those who challenge us or are more powerful than us. With fear, we can create a whole new system of life. If we instill fear, we can control others. And that was just my plan, to instill fear and gain power.

I knew it would be like taking candy from a baby, I just needed the right tactics. My cousin Betty was a foolish girl, and I knew with a little threatening she would do me well and follow whatever I said. And with that I had the beginning of my climb to the top. I had it planned for months, what I would say, what I would do…I just was waiting for the right time to act! When I got some girls to follow me, and do what I told them too, I knew I had begun to grow in power, and with my amazing threatening tactics the girls were scared silly…it was truly brilliant! I had done a spell in the woods with Tibitua, hoping that the witchcraft would kill Elizabeth. Elizabeth was the wife of my beloved John Proctor. Once my cousin had begun to fake ill, I knew I had to talk to John Proctor.

John Proctor and I were perfect together, whether he knew it or not. We had a chemistry that he and his stupid wife Elizabeth didn’t have. He loved me...not her!!

But don’t worry it was all part of my plan. When I talked to John Proctor I reminded him of our days together, and how he loved me, and the sin he had committed by loving me. The guilt he felt towards his shrewd wife was probably unbearable. I honestly don’t care though, as long as in the end we were together.

My plan was going so smoothly, until our maid, Tituba opened herself up and admitted who came with us to the devil. But not to worry, I knew just what to do. I told Hale I wanted to open myself and with that I knew Betty would follow my lead, she was under my power now. We began to list people that came to the top of our heads shouting about who we had seen with the devil. Guess what? They bought it, and my rise to power just continued to grow.

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