WHEN THE WITCHES SLEEP - By Belisa Parente
Active women, brave and wise, often frighten men to this day, imagine in 1491, in the old towns of Albi and Cordes, in France - where Carlos Costa França's book "When the witches sleep" is set. It is common to see men sneaking around when they find a self-confident, self-confident female mind. Only the most sensitive realize that we are not a great threat. In the Middle Ages, spiritualistic women who worshiped plants and animals were called witch, investigated and punished by the inquisitors.
A community of witches is attacked and persecuted by the Inquisition. The new leader and master, the main character of the plot, is Urtra, a determined woman who uses her "foreknowledge" in the service of an ideal: to perpetuate the precepts of the Order of the Wolves. Urtra flees with little Yalana, the other witches disperse, many are dead. On the way, they meet the young Medrice, who abandons the Catholic stigmata of sin and penance and begins in the Brotherhood.
The witchcraft pilgrimage is a daily adventure of survival, intuition, learning, encounters. In my view, the great spell of Carlos's text stems from the messages, lessons that jump on each page, providing reflections to understand the universal mysteries and to know ourselves: "You must always fear the living and only respect the dead, in fact, in many cases hinder us or help us. Either way, evil exists in the very heart of man. And the greatest of them is ignorance, while ignorance of oneself, here is all evil and the true devil. "
Fiction, history and occultism blend into a contagious plot. Albi was historically the city where the Inquisition began because of Catharism, a belief that preached the existence of one god of good and one of evil - just as the Chinese believe in the philosophy of the duality of Yin and Yang. The writer has noticeable ability in the play of words, mixing the unconventional ones like "bustle", "hard", "complexion", "complexion", with an enthusiastic dialogue and much poetry:
"The heat grew in our bodies, while our clothes imprisoned the most indomitable Minotaur. I felt a kind of hunger that does not regret the now, the hunger of the present moment, "said Urtra about Baroness Isabelle. The love affair between sorceresses is the hottest point in the book. "A sharp groan was heard in the emptiness of the room. (...) I stopped as much as I could on the darting edge of a few hairs. It was almost a religious request, but I kept penance so that the final atonement would be fully rewarding. A bouquet of smooth, delicate hairs pointed to the fiery path (...) ".
Carlos Costa (França), in When the witches Sleep, says on each page what much fictionist can not say in a whole book, as in the passage: "There were two types of vision: one that touches the soul of the world, the most sacred and difficult to exercise; and the other, which is common to ordinary events, but which can be totally disfigured if there is no proper training and initiation. "
If the story seems medieval, I affirm that there are many Urtras in the contemporary world. Witches with PhD and everything. Historians, anthropologists, biologists, teachers ... Adorers of nature, interested in metaphysical and feminine mysteries, visionaries who can "bind and untie things, see between the mists of illusion and ascend to the port of light, darkness, shadows and dreams "As the witches of Carlos.