Several years ago I heard about Witches of Cerknica for the first time. People in the area would be able to tell you many stories about them but to me one story was particularly interesting (if I recall this correctly). It was a story about Witches lair; people and good witches enchanted in The Toads and about a secret Witches’s toolbox.
It is being told in that story that Witches through the history known to humans performed a Sabath on the slopes of Slivnica. Many witches supposedly were local while many flew in on their brooms from other places as far away as Croatia. During Sabath they also performed black magic. That black magic had bad consequences for all common people as it resulted in storms, hail, crops sickness and other awful things for people.
From ancient times it is know that there are good and bad witches and that witch’s magic depends on the tools she use. That particular story tells that many common people thought that, if they can find a Withes toolbox, which is supposedly hidden in Withches Lair at the slopes of Slivnica, they could change the bad witch spells to something more positive.
It is also being told that many princes and common people tried to find the Witches’s Lair and the witches’s toolbox with an intention to exchange the witches’ tools with some other tool that would yield spells much better for common people. Unfortunately the story starts to be very blurry at this point as none of those that went to search for the lair ever returned to tell about it. People rumor that seekers attempts failed and that those who tried were changed to ugly Toad. It is told that many beautiful young good witches that did not want to practice black magic also were turned to toads.
I was so intrigued with all this that I started to look for The Lair. Story revealed to me that I had to start my quest in Cerknica. Additionally, story also instructed Seekers that they should have with them good walking shoes and a strong lamp. Also the story was very explicit in telling to Seekers seeking for Witches’s toolbox to avoid “Witch mouth”, a ground opening within the Lair that leads deep down to the center of the earth!
Instructions also indicated that a Seeker should follow the path uphill to Slivnica hut. It should take ~1,5 hours to reach the approximate altitude where Withes lair is supposedly located. If I remember well I did that, but afterwards all gets blurry. Strange, how I do not remember! Have I fallen under some kind of a spell?
Anyhow, I blurry recall a dark shaft. I also think I remember seeing many toads. I think that I followed exactly other instructions from the story. Those rumored that, if you want to find the Witches toolbox you have to kneel on a big stone and bow under the stone roof. The last thing (I think) I remember was (or was this only a dream) that I extended myself to reach for something that was marked with strange stone construction.
At that point (I think) something moved close on the left side of my face. I turned to look on what is moving...
Today when I try to remember what I saw I think I saw a big Bufo Bufo toad. I have a strange feeling that she kissed me. But I’m not sure about that. I do not remember anything afterwards….
I have to say that I do not know how many years passed from this event or if the event really took place. What is also bothering me from time to time is that I have a feeling that sometimes I’m under some strange spells. Also I’m not sure why do I have this strange feeling that my wife has some witch abilities. Is this fact somehow connected to my blurred recall of events at Slivnica? Or have I only dreamt about it?
In the back of my mind I feel also this strange urge to write down here at this place that within this web-log any log-story that will not tell the “real Witches truth” about the Witches and Witches lair will be deleted. It is unclear to me Why or Who will delete the logs but it is somehow clear to me that only mysterious logs will stay here. Even, if they are written in foreign language. Witches do understand all human languages. So be careful....
Prav vam je, sami ste krivi, ker stikate po stvareh, ki niso namenjene vam, navadnim smrtnikom, in se vas popolnoma nic ne ticejo! Tole je moje zadnje opozorilo, ce boste še naprej vztrajali, kar sam sebi pripišite posledice!
Carovnice imamo moc, caramo lahko na 1000 in 1 nacin, en sam izgubljen las potrebujem, pa je po vas. Zakaj pa mislite, da sem hodila v crne šole in se zapisala samemu vragu? Kot bi mignil, lahko pricaram toco, lahko vam povzrocim nesreco, bolezen ali celo kaj hujšega. Pšenico za šalo naredim snetljivo, odvzemam pridelek kmetom in kradem mleko kravam, moji zvarki in uroki so nepremagljivi, moje crne bukve in carovniška palica pa so vedno z mano. Ne preizkušajte mojega potrpljenja, lahko letim, moj duh zapusti telo in potuje po drugem svetu, kjer pridem v stik z demoni in duhovi, kazen za vaše vohljanje bo kruta!
No, moje življenje bi bilo še bolj cudovito, ce mi ga ne bi grenila ta trapa, moja mlajša carovniška sestricna. Oh ja, ta je obsedena od dobrote. Svoje cudovite carovniške sposobnosti uporablja za pomoc vam, ljudem, ki niste vredni pocenega kozlovega roga. Dobra dejanja, pomoc v težavah, nasveti, zdravilna zelišca in ljubezenska magija, to je tisto, kar jo zanima. Pha! Le zakaj mora imeti vsaka poštena družina crno ovco? Komaj lahko verjamem, da ji ni od vse odlicne vzgoje, ki jo je bila deležna, ostalo vsaj malo prave castivredne carovniške zlobe. Imam brlog, kjer imam spravljene vse svoje carovniške pripomocke, že nekaj bedakov se je poskusilo pretihotapiti vanj in mi jih ukrasti, pa sem jih vse zacarala. No, vsaj vecino. Ce ne bi bilo te trape, ki se kar naprej meša v moje posle in poskuša na vsak nacin izniciti moje care ali pa jih vsaj omiliti, bi bili zdaj vsi predrzneži na veke vekov obsojeni na strašne muke. Še dobro, da nima kakšne posebno bogate domišljije, že v mladosti je prebrala prevec pravljic o dobrih vilah, zato se je domislila samo tega, da mora te zacoprance nekdo poljubit, pa se bodo spet spremenili nazaj v prince, kralje in, vrag ne daj, v geokašeiste ter podobno svojat. Hja, me prav zanima, kdo od vas bi jih cmoknil, niso ravno videti po vašem okusu, he he he! In to zahvaljujoc meni.
Zadnjic sem jo zalotila, trapo, kako se je z zasanjanim nasmehom bližala enemu od teh geovsiljivcev. Od samega besa sem jo pri prici zacarala v krastaco in namesto poljuba je dobil samo cmok s sluzastim krastacjim gobcem. Od groze je revcek padel skupaj, he he he, naslednji hip pa sta oba izginila. Od takrat imam mir pred njo in ne morem reci, da jo ravno pogrešam, samo upam lahko, da ne bo prevec hitela nazaj.
Mi je pa moj zlobni crni macek vecno vdan, cuva votlino in me opozori, kadar se želi spet kakšen cepec pretihotapiti v moj brlog in ukrasti kakšnega od mojih zlobnih pripomockov ter mi nastaviti stvari, ki bi mi škodile. Vendar so med obiskovalci mojega brloga tudi taki ta pravi, naše sorte, ki mi pomagajo in mi prinašajo take predmete, ki so mi v pomoc pri mojih crnih carih. Cetrtek, petek in sobota so carovniški dnevi, takrat še posebej uspešno delam svoje care ali pa odletim na Klek, Slivnico ali Grintovec na pomenek s prijateljicami in na zabavo z vragom. Kaj je lepšega, kot bobni in prašickov ples, zraven si pa še izmenjamo najnovejše cence, moderne coprniške recepte in se pohvalimo z dosežki, na katere smo še posebno ponosne.
Mislim, da slišim macka, kako mijavka, slaba vam prede, pazite se me! Kdor hoce z vragom vecerjat, mora imeti dolgo žlico, kdor pa hoce vecerjat z mano, pa še daljšo. Metla, takoj sem! 
ŽE LEEEEEEEEEEEETIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM! 
