The Buffy Diaries: Aspects 3-19-2017 part 3

Remembering a synchronicity from two weeks ago, I was at Graham Crackers Comics and I saw a little girl with a black knitted winter hood that had a skull on it, and then I turned around to see the “Silver Banshee” issue of Supergirl that had first gotten me into that comic years before.  It was in the box, someone had picked through and left it showing in there. I hadn’t seen it in years, so I bought it. 

Now back to today, I was at Graham Crackers again and they didn’t have anything from my subscription so I went through the 50 cent bin and found issue 3 of “Ray Bradbury Comics”.  I bought it just because it was him.

Then, my mind filled with images of war after, listening to Motorhead’s 1916, I went to Dice Dojo and the room was full of three dozen people.  This is relatively common but the unusual thing about this was that about twenty of the men there were standing up in the center of the room, and one of the clerks was shouting to be heard some commands for the tournament taking place, so it was rather like an army.

I got home and ran, I only had half an hour because of the circle so I finished the witch hunt episode, “Gingerbread" with a minute to spare.

Buffynicity: There was lots of fire again in this episode.  Ironically Cordelia, who I have already identified with Kara, puts out the fire with a "storm” from a firehose.

Buffynicity: In "The Wish" I identified the “Matrix” elements with concentration camps, which at the time didn’t seem completely right, but more like something to be explored.  “Gingerbread” moves from the camp metaphor back to the Nazi “witch hunts” which can be seen as a “pogrom” or anti-jewish persecution, since Willow is jewish – and “Hansel and Gretel” is a german fairy tale.  Giles even casts a spell in German. 

 Also in the previous episode there were three “Bringers” who, in this episode become the three “witches” to be burned at the stake. 

I note for future reference that Hansel and Gretel were male and female halves of the same monster, which reminds me of my speculations over Jody and what would have happened if we had been together.

And in the final synchronicity of the evening, at the circle tonight a friend who is related to someone upon whom James Joyce once based a character spontaneously recited the first verse of one of Edgar Allen Poe’s poems, which ends,

All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

And then John said to him, “It’s like you’re living in a story by Ray Bradbury”.

So afterwards I showed him the Ray Bradbury I had “coincidentally” just purchased that afternoon.

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