Random Links of the Day : Friday the 13th Edition (Happy Friday the 13th!!!!!)

Let’s give a moment of silence for the Knights Templar who on this day were killed in 1307

Little known fact : The Knights Templar who were killed are considered the spiritual and religious ancestors of the Freemasons. My Freemason friend himself views them as holy men who suffered for their beliefs. The main idea is that they saw the crimes against humanity the Catholic Church committed against the people of Palestine. So to make sure no one heard any of the accounts, the King of France and the Pope Clement V had this particular group of Templars executed. In their honor we are going to have a random links of the day all about Friday the 13th!

The most accepted theory is that they were tortured into false confessions of heresy so the King wouldn’t have to pay them. Which is true. But there’s more to it then that.

Why is Friday the 13th Considered unlucky?

This day in history on May 13th

Black hole at the centre of our Galaxy imaged for the first time

Friday The 13th 2022: Why This Day Is A Lot Luckier Than You Might Think

According to Dictionary.com

Friday the 13th & it’s History

13 October 1307,Friday – The day that changed the world

Meaning of Friday the 13th | Gnostic Warrior.com

Honoring The Knights Templar – Friday, October 13th, 1307

Knights Templars and Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th, 1307, the Knights Templar Are Arrested And Executed

Friday 13th – unlucky to be a Templar

Why Is Friday The 13th Unlucky? What Happened On This Day In 1307 To Curse It To Bad Luck

The Knights Templars Were Arrested on Friday 13th in 1307 A.D.

THE SCARY ORIGINS BEHIND FRIDAY THE 13TH

The Origin Of “Friday The 13th” | The Gnostic Dread

THE KNIGHTS TEMPLAR: The Third Crusade

The Mystery of Number 13

11 Interesting Theories Historians Have Proposed About The Knights Templar

The English Templar : A novel by Helena P. Schrader

Historic catastrophes on Friday the 13th – Many still believe in the “Dark Powers” of this day

Friday the Thirteenth and the Knights Templar

My article from Yesterday on how this year’s Friday the 13th is mixed with the Roman Feast of the Lemuria

When Friday the 13th was combined with John Dee’s Birthday

Of course we would be remiss if we didn’t mention the Friday the 13th Movie which is one of the greatest horror movies ever!

Finally, this is Comet Tv which is an awesome Science Fiction channel. And it just so happens there is a Zombie Movie Marathon today!

Comet Tv

Tomorrow there is a Van Helsing Marathon (it’s a funny Horror Parody tv show from the 70’s) and Sunday is Alien and Alien Resurrection. So enjoy!

Remember to light a candle for the Templars

– M

The Mourner

I was supposed to have written this account last year. But I was so busy with everything that I couldn’t write a single word. So here I am finally committing words to blog. This happened to my baby cousin. And I was called in to help her.

What I am going to talk about is probably one of the weirdest experiences I’ve ever had. It even tops the Witch Bird case from a few years back.

Let me start by saying that the term Mourning Women is an umbrella term for a special type of spirit. They are the opposites of the Llorona or Wailing Women, they can be good or bad, human and non-human. The good or at least neutral ones, are always human souls.

Women who for whatever reason have decided to stay behind because they are mourning another person. And they decide they have to perform funerary vigils for that soul even when they themselves are dead. There’s one famous Mourning Woman in Mexico called La Dama Enlutada from San Luis de Potosi, who visits several churches just to pray for the souls of the dead. This class of Mourner are obviously good spirits, and they may even be psychopomps (guides of the dead) who cross them over.

A Mourning Woman ready for a soul. From the fake “Spirit Photography” of William Hope. Still cool though.

However, there’s a second class of Mourning Woman who are demonic. Either human souls that have been demonized in death, or pure demons that have never been human beings. For whatever reason, they enjoy the motif of a mourning woman.

They take this form as a way to mock their victims. These tend to be what Paranormal Investigators call “Soul Collectors”, evil spirits that capture the souls of the dead who have not crossed over, and enslave them. These poor souls from that point on, are bound to the soul collector until someone is able to bind the entity and free the souls. Unfortunately, this was the type of Mourner that was haunting my cousin.

For a few weeks, I started to get a bad feeling about my cousin. The dread slowly began to build. Until I finally decided to text her. I figured I was being silly right?;

Hola Mama, ¿Cómo estás?

(Hey Mama how are you?)

Eh more or less. Hanging in there,”

What’s wrong?”

I keep seeing this woman dressed in black. I don’t know if it’s for real or if I’m going crazy. But I can barely sleep. She’s in my nightmares too,

Now obviously when she said that, I said screw the texting and called her. I asked her why the hell didn’t she pick up the phone and call me. She said she wanted to but couldn’t seem to find the time for some reason.

It should be noted, these beings can manipulate humans into forgetting. Making us too tired to seek help, or making us second guess ourselves. I have no doubt that’s what was happening here. Especially with how fatigued she sounded over the phone.

I got all the details surrounding this spirit. Which wasn’t much. It was just that it appeared seemingly out of no where and didn’t leave. Then my Mom, who doesn’t practice, but has the gift said the name of a deceased family member. A nasty family member.

It’s Leona, she’s there for some reason,”. Now this family member was a witch in life. A bad one. She was my great aunt. Despite all her claims of being an Evangelical Christian, she was well known in our neighborhood and in our family as being a black witch. My mother’s side of the family are full of practitioners. So they don’t go around calling people “devil worshippers” unless they mean it.

They really meant it with her.

In pretty much every culture, when an evil witch dies, they can become these demonic or semi demonic spirits in death, then haunt the living. Some hurt the living by feeding off of their vital energy. Others just seem to be happy tormenting and killing people in strange ways.

They gave her a Christian burial thinking that would be enough to put her to rest. But even before she was buried, she had been causing trouble. Her spirit returned to haunt my cousin’s mother. It had violently pushed her to the ground.

It kept making trouble in her house with Poltergeist activity, all this before she was even buried. My older cousin suspected it was Aunt Leona. But she pretended it wasn’t real. It wasn’t until I told her that the strange activity was was due to Leona’s presence that she finally admitted she wasn’t imagining it. Leona had raised her.

So she loved her, but she also wasn’t a fool. She knew what kind of person Leona really was. Still she had no idea why Leona was attacking her in death. I had to do a major reading and call some of my strongest spirits. In life I’d never dared gone against her.

In death she would be twice as powerful. I didn’t want to face her with just my normal spirits. I conjured some extra help. The spirits told me that Leona had made a pact with something nasty. It was never officially revealed to me what that was.

Faust selling his soul to Mephisto

Not a demon per say, but something else. Maybe something that serves demons. Maybe some kind of mutated spirit. But whatever it was, it demanded one thing in exchange for the powers she sought. It wanted my cousin and her daughter.

At first, because she was my relative, my cousin asked me not to banish her. But to do special funerary prayers for her. Try to pacify her in death. For a few months it worked. But then she came back.

And this time she didn’t come back alone.

She had completely infested the house with scores of evil spirits. Some former humans and others were clearly never human to begin with. It was one room in my cousin’s house. A room, filled with Leona’s old things. It was shrouded in a dark field of energy.

As thick as pea soup even for my sight. I could not see through whatever was in that room. My cousin and her family was physically sickened just by being near it. Something attached itself to a teenage friend of my little cousin, and before you knew it she was being spiritually oppressed.

Again, it was fucking Leona whom I had seen there. With that nasty, smug, smile. Victory was practically written over her face. In death, she looked like she was in her twenties. Not the 80 yr old whom we buried months before.

The spirit was too strong to enter her friend’s body. But via oppression, it gave her enhanced strength. I had to call on the Hindu Gods and the Ancestors to force this entity to release her. She was finally freed. I told them they needed to dump all of Leona’s stuff on a crossroads far, far away from there.

That time, I had consigned Leona to hell in the name of Lord Shiva. I told her to stay there and be judged by King Yama, the judge of the dead. That time, I saw her spirit sucked into a vortex of infinite darkness. Finally she was gone. Or so I thought.

I finally know now why ancient peoples went to such extremes to keep the dead, dead. Putting boulders on their corpses. Placing blades around their necks to decapitate themselves. The whole nine. It’s because of people like her.

The dead who won’t stay dead.

My banishing and binding had worked for a few months to a year. But then, my older cousin died under mysterious circumstances. Without going into detail, we think foul play was involved. But an autopsy showed nothing out of the ordinary.

It was still a strange death though. We think to this day that it was murder. But we could never prove it with forensic evidence. So it was officially labeled an “accidental overdose” and the case was closed.

But soon after, her daughter, my little cousin began seeing that a tall strange women dressed in black mourners clothes was in her house. This happened out of the blue. It was always around her, she was afraid to sleep. Because when she did, this thing was in her sleep.

And as stated above, it was my mother who revealed the entity’s true identity.

Leona herself. But she looked so different. So different in fact that when I saw her in this form I had no idea it was her. I would never have known this was her. She had changed so much, looked so different.

When I saw Leona the first time as a ghost, she was in her younger form. She was 20 years old, dressed in a short black dress, with long reddish brown hair. She would have been beautiful if not for that sinister smile.

But that had been back when I banished her. This time was different. I had sent her straight to Hell where she belonged. Now I could see that the time spent in the abyss had perverted even more than before.

She was taller than she was in life. Unnaturally tall. Her face was covered by a black mourners’ veil. Human no more. Now she was something else.

I kept seeing her in my mind. And I couldn’t shake this horrible feeling. The feeling that if she lifted her veil, the face underneath would be something so ugly. So deformed, that it could scarcely pass as human. But then I had an even worse thought.

What if there’s no face under there? Not all Mourners have a face. The ones who are faceless, are the worst ones. More powerful for some odd reason. I think the ones who are faceless are given a higher authority. Maybe the lack of a face symbolizes the lack of humanity or compassion.

I know this sounds like a horrible thing to say about a relative. But I just wanted her to go to Hell and stay there. Permanently. So I called my cousin and we did a remote ritual together. First I sent her images of my indigenous spirit.

A near identical replica of the statue I have. I won’t take a picture of mine because the spirit inside doesn’t like it. This one was made by Samuel Lightfoot

He’s inside a statue. His soul resides there, I don’t actually know if he’s a warrior or not. I can’t tell. What I do know is he has powerful magic. He must have done many great deeds in life because he has many feathers in his headdress.

Regardless, he has never failed me. I sent an image of him and of a Animal Spirit that he has with him, a separate statue. I told her to look into his eyes and enter and accept him there with her. Moments later, she felt him and his animal appear.

The Mourner formally known as Leona was very angry. She started trying to attack my cousin. Which was a mistake. Both my spirits took the opportunity to absorb her attack and turn it on her. Restraining her in the process, but Leona wouldn’t leave.

Some power was allowing her to stay. So I needed to upgrade to an even stronger guide. I had them restrain her while I called him down. For this I used a sort of Jewish-Christian and Muslim ritual that I devised. All three religions worship the same God.

So I called on my Guardian Angel in the name of Jesus, Enoch, and Muhammad. I drew the symbols of all three faiths with Cascarilla chalk on the floor. And did separate prayers to God for each faith. Then I just sat kneeling and asking Yahweh for help. Yes, Yahweh.

The God El’s incarnation as a God of war. That’s the version of El that Christians worship. Hence why he’s kind of bloody in the Bible. But I digress. I beheld my Angel, he was cold and hot at the same time.

A warm heat on a cold day. But also a refreshing arctic wind on a hot day, an aura that reminds me of the aurora borealis. I told him the cliff notes version of what was happening, and he instantly departed.

When he did I heard my cousin give a huge sigh of relief.

From Fine Art America

This is the closest representation I could get to what he looks like. But his body is weird, he looks like a giant, like a human with the giant disease. That gives them a bigger frame.

His wings are golden and emit a kind of solar energy. But the center of his body emits a white and cold light. When he turns down his bioluminescence for me, I have seen that he looks like a dark skinned middle eastern man. His black hair slicked to the back. His eyes also glow golden.

“I can feel him,” she said as she sighed. “I feel so good right now,”. The Mourner tried to run. But even if my two other guides weren’t restraining her, she didn’t stand a chance. My Angel is too powerful.

My cousin said she felt his presence like a warm wave of positivity wash throughout the house. Like all the trouble and problems she had just washed away under that warmth. He removed her at once. This time for good. That’s what I should have done in the first place.

But I believed my necromancy and my banishing was strong enough to keep Leona down. No matter how strong in life she was. This time she wouldn’t be allowed to return. Since she had such fun in Hell and clearly had a lot of friends, we sent her somewhere else. I asked him where else in the afterlife could she be sent.

He replied.

“Her demonization must be lifted first. That will take some long time. And when it’s done, we can send her into the void of reincarnation. Let her live life times with her karma as judge and jury,”

So that’s where he took her. Good riddance to bad rubbish. Let her own sins become a burden to her when she comes back to Earth.

I also requested he stay with her for a week, healing her and removing all bad energy from her. She said she slept good for the first time in a long time. A few months had passed and she encountered another Mourner in her house. She thought it was Leona.

This one was weirder than Leona herself. But it wasn’t her. My guardian is too strong, and the place he sent her is sort of like Jewish Purgatory. Before she is to be reborn. See Jewish Reincarnation.

The Curse of the Faceless Woman,” by Urban Legends Online

I interrogated the entity and discovered she was a familiar spirit to Leona. She told us Leona had worked with Mourner Spirits before. And that’s when they met. Shortly thereafter a pact was formed between witch and her new guide. But this guide like I said before, was strange.

Leona had ordered this familiar spirit to appear as her, to act like her, and to have all her memories. In case one day her spirit would be bound or banished somehow. It was interesting to hear this from her familiar.

That Leona had become so obsessed with immortality, that she ordered her Mourner to become a backup of her. Almost like a clone. Her mind and memories absorbed by another Mourner prior to death. And unleashed the moment Leona was taken out for good. I also learned that she kept setting her free every time I banished her.

Leona ordered her to hurt my cousin. To kill her in fulfillment of some pact. On the off chance that she didn’t finish it herself. I ordered her to tell me who the pact was made with and how to break it. And she told me the name of a Demon whose name I will not repeat.

But this entity is female and well known in Jewish lore. You probably already know just by that. She’s also a demon in ancient Sumer. So I called on the Angels Sanvi, Sansanvi, and Semangelaf to empower my curse breaking ritual. It’s the same ritual for breaking generational curses that I wrote about here.

The curse was broken. But something still felt off. Turns out my cousin still had some of Leona’s belongings with her. A cross or a Bible that turned out to be cursed, can’t remember which. I told her to bury them in a separate crossroads.

After that, the hauntings had stopped. No more Mourners. Everything went back to normal. But that was one of the strongest entities I ever had to banish before and I hope to never see one again.

If you see a Mourner, know this; prayers and the normal stuff you use, won’t work. These are really nasty, and really powerful demons. Even protection spells can fall short here. Because these are the children of that demoness that I won’t mention here. But those three Angels can banish and bind her and her children.

The Mourners serve her, they are a type of hag or demon-witch hybrid like she is. So you’ll need to step up your game if you’re going to face off against one of these beings. That’s why since then I have tried to learn all that I can about fighting them back.

The names of those three Angels and also the names of Adam and Eve can be called to drive her out. Especially when written around a Star of David. Of all the Hags or demon witches I have studied, Mourners seem to be the top tier ones. I don’t know why, but they are.

I will keep you updated when I find better defenses against them. But for now, my cousin is better.

– M

Michaelmas : The Christianized Harvest Festival

Michael casting Satan out of Heaven, with a banner above that reads “Who is like El (God)?” in Latin. The battle cry of the loyal Angels during the War in Heaven.

Fun fact, Mikael (Me-Kah-yel) in Hebrew means “Who is like God?”. So the battle cry in Heaven was also the Archangel Michael’s name. It was meant as a double insult and a taunt to his fallen brother Samael (“The Poison of God”). This day is closely related to the Harvest Festivals. In fact it’s sort of a Christian Harvest Festival.

It’s a Christianized version of Alban Elfed. (1) The theory is that the medieval church, assigned the cross quarter days to the Archangels and to the four writers of the gospels. In an attempt to convert worshippers of the Old Gods i.e. Pagans. Or at least that was the belief.

Michaelmas is close to Alban Elfed. So people began assigning almost the same types of rituals or ways of celebration to Saint Michael. And out of that curious Amalgamation of religions, a fascinating new tradition was born. For instance, this is believed to be the day Satan was cast out of Heaven. And that he fell into a patch of blackberries and cursed, spat, and urinated on them (2).

So that they can only be eaten before the harvest and never after. This is also why blackberry pie is one of the traditional foods to eat on Michaelmas. The flower of Michaelmas became the Aster. (3) Which is believed to have some power of resurrection (at least in this tradition). It was renamed, the Michaelmas Daisy.

A Michaelmas Sylph among the Asters, the flower sacred to St. Michael, also called the Michaelmas Daisy

Faeries also came be to be identified with Michaelmas. Especially the butterfly winged Sylphs. Possibly because being an aerial spirit made it easy to identify them with Angels. But that’s just speculation at this point.

The visiting of holy wells and drinking holy water from those wells was also prominent. And that’s important to note, because this was done in a lot of traditions in the United Kingdom. (4) In Western Scotland, Struan which is a type of toast was made for St. Michael and blessed in a mass. Straun was also blessed in a special mass in memory of the dead and given to the poor (5).

Michaelmas, a great recipe for Christo Paganism

On the left we see St. Michael defeating Satan in the form of a Dragon. On the right we see him as a Heavenly Warrior Prince clothed in royal garbs

While I am aware that this is the Christianization of a Celtic Polytheist holiday, I do also worship Jesus. What I am is sort of hard to put into one single label. I suppose you would call me a Gnostic Pagan. Of course I don’t entirely agree with other Gnostic Christians. But this mystical sect of Christianity acknowledges all Gods.

And the Priests in their churches often worship many other Gods and practice magic from many traditions. They don’t call themselves Christo-Pagans because they believe all Gods are part of the same family. And that there is not one, but many Supreme Gods out there. That even the Christian God has parents. And so they are the closest to my theology that there is.

They believe all religions come from the same source. That in the beginning there was no religion, just occult knowledge or gnosis from the Gods. Later humans created religion and it all went to shit from there. That’s why they are called Gnostics. From Greek gnōstikós (“those who know”).

Those who remember the true origins of the Universe. Before humans divided ourselves into different factions. Before we forgot the sacred knowledge of our Gods. So I celebrate the traditional Alban Elfed as best as I can. I read up on some of the traditions and I try not to replicate them.

But to use the knowledge of how they were celebrated to sort of make a more modern version. I don’t eat the same foods. But I do make sure I have a nice dinner with family and give thanks. And then a few days later Michaelmas comes. And I honor St. Michael with harvest type foods.

Things that remind me of a harvest. I lay it on an altar outside for him and the spirits of the land to feast. I also pour libations for him. Burn candles and incense, and also do my own Gnostic Mass for him. The Altar is a stone that looks like a table.

It’s my outside version of a St. Joseph’s Table. I pay St. Joseph three pennies under his stone table for him to send my prayers to Michael. And then I continue until the next day. Michaelmas is celebrated first in the Eve (September 29th) then it continues until the next day. I also break curses for clients on this day.

And I spend the day making specialized holy waters. I also make and bless charms. And I meditate with the Angels and with the Saints. I ask for guidance, perform divinations, and a bunch of other things. I also spend a lot time doing blessings.

In the center of Heaven, we see Jesus with St. Michael in front of him commanding the Angels to enter battle with Satan. The loyal Angels rejoice having defeated Lucifer and the Fallen Angels

I also use this festival as a time to protect myself from the wild spirits that come out during winter. Many believe that Winter is the time of the dead and of darker or wilder spirits that are set free. That doesn’t always mean “evil”. But even spirits we see as friendly might not understand they are hurting you or causing some kind of harm. Rituals were done to placate the spirits and get them to calm down.

I use this holiday as a way to ward myself and my loved ones before the winter times come. And before anyone says anything yes I know. Samhain as a feast for the dead is a modern custom. But my intuition tells me that it’s still a time to be careful. That dark things still roam the cities at night during this time.

Much of the articles out there mention the same things I have here. I am just giving you a condensed version that’s easier to read here. The only thing I left out is that goose is traditionally eaten at Michaelmas. But that’s a tradition that is quickly dying out. Also, poor geese!

Sorry everyone, I’m trying to become a vegetarian. Not only for my own health but for the animal’s sake. All I can say is that it’s harder than it looks. Especially because I don’t have a coach to help me do this. But anyways, happy feast of Michael and the Guardian Angels!

Sources

(1)

September Lore by Shirley Two Feathers

(2)

St. Michael September 29

(3)

Michaelmas Explained

(4)

Struan for Michaelmas

(5)

Peter Reinhart’s Struan: The Harvest Bread of Michaelmas

Tales from the Continent : It came with the Storm (An Account of Hurricane Eta)

Storms can bring with them, more than just rain

So I came across this by accident. And I thought it would make an interesting edition to my Tales From the Continent Series. This actually is not any case I worked on. This is a paranormal encounter that a group of people from Honduras suffered. It happened while on their roof tops when they were surviving the aftermath of Hurricane Eta.

It’s a strange tale of an entity they claim appeared with the storm. And it tried to hunt them while they were stranded on their rooftops. Not only does it pertain to current events, but it’s also an extreme encounter with the supernatural. Which has me stumped. And it’s related to the continent.

Which makes it perfect for this series. The account was submitted to one of my favorite paranormal channels from Latin America called “Relatos de la Noche” (Tales of the Night). They don’t accept creepypastas or any other form of fiction. Their channel is well researched because they are amateur paranormal researchers. And they strive for real accounts in their channel.

No matter how unbelievable these stories may seem. This was just one of many stories under the heading of “The Being Who Came with the Storm”. It was story one. And happened not too long ago. The video itself was uploaded on November 12th.

You can find the original here :

The following account I translate comes from Daniel Cano of the city of San Pedro Sula, Honduras. Some of the wording I changed in the translation because it wouldn’t make sense in English.

“I don’t know if anyone will believe this account. But either way I wish to share it with you. I am from Honduras. I live in the city of San Pedro Sula. I imagine all of you know by now what’s been happening in my country, and in Nicaragua and Guatemala.

With the arrival of the storm Eta, we were hit hard. Particularly our colony because we live in low areas. And the waters rose all the way to our roofs. And we were forced to spend nights a top the ones that were not underwater. The plans of the government against the storm were inefficient.

I had the fortune of getting my family out in time. But when I returned to the house to try and get a few things, the waters surrounded us in a manner of moments. It was already terrifying being in this situation. A situation that was so dangerous, where our lives were in danger. But when we were there on the roof, my neighbors and I had a terrifying encounter.

One that is hard to explain. The second night we were there we were very tired. And we had no drinkable water and very little food. We preferred to give what little we had to the children and the elderly. That night in particular it was very dark.

There was no electricity in the area. It had stopped raining, but the clouds above us seemed to be hunting us. I think it was close to 2am when from afar, we suddenly heard a strange agonizing scream. Many people screamed on the first day, but at night it was always quiet. We would only hear the sound of the waters moving.

Hitting the roofs. Then suddenly from the left side of us, we had seen a figure. A tall figure standing on the highest point of an electrical pole. At first we thought this was a case of someone so afraid that he must have gotten to the top out of fear to escape the storm. But we soon came to the realization that we had never seen him during the day.

This thing had just appeared. It was very tall. It was probably more than two meters (bigger than 5’11 in height). We just stood there watching him carefully when this being leaped on top of one of the abandoned roofs. But to our surprise it made no sound. It landed in an abnormal way.

In slow motion, like those videos of astronauts walking on the Moon. We were all shocked. The women began to cry and shout that it was death. That Death itself was coming for us. This thing was only five houses away from where we were.

Later it started to run across the roof tops only to stop at two houses from where we were from the other side of the street. And it just stood there watching us. It truly was tall and skinny. And it’s clothing was as dark as it’s skin. And there was this weird noise (that emitted from it).

An incessant vibration like a cellphone vibrating on a wooden table. None of us could believe what we were seeing. And by that time, our phones had already lost their charge. So we could not photograph or video tape it. The women began to cry and hug their children.

And all we could do was to threaten and shout at it to stay away. And then suddenly it leaped down to the waters and began walking toward us. Slowly but without delay. Suddenly, one of the  men from the roofs recited the “Our Father” and cast something shiny into the water. It was a cross he always wore around his neck.

And the entity suddenly sunk beneath the water and did not resurface. Later we learned from him that it was a cross his mother had once given him. And that it was a blessed cross. The next day, we were finally rescued by the Firemen. But this was the most terrifying experience we had ever had,”

And given the fact that they had just survived a hurricane and a flood, that’s saying a lot. So, what was this mysterious creature? Honestly I don’t have a clue. I haven’t had occasion to check the folklore of Honduras to see if there’s a corresponding creature somewhere. What I do believe is that it may have been an entity from another realm. A malevolent transdimensional.

Here’s what most people don’t know. What I had to learn the hard way : Storms naturally bring in spirits with them. Some good and some bad. Most of the time they just bring nature spirits to refresh the land. It’s a natural (spiritual) part of the eco system.

But Hurricanes and Tornados and really destructive natural phenomenon unleash equally destructive beings. Angry and lost souls of the dead. Entities from other dimensions, sometimes even demonic spirits. Here in Florida when Hurricane season comes, we tend to see strange activity in certain places. I remember when Hurricane Maria hit, I felt like the storm left a wave of negativity everywhere.

Almost like a disease. Even the animals acted strangely. And these are animals that are used to these kinds of storms. But they acted as if they were hiding from another creature. From a far worse predator than normally known.

And they were frightened. Some actually hid inside bags of things I was sealing up. Frogs and even doves hid in people’s houses. The Santeros in the community were doing magic to protect ourselves as an added measure. And we all had feelings as if the spirits around us were screaming at once with one voice.

After Maria, I have always prepared spiritually as well as physically. It’s not enough to simply board up your house. Or to have a large food supply. Or even arms in case a wild animal or crazed person comes in. It’s also necessary to protect yourself spiritually.

With blessed charms and other holy things. What this man in the story did was smart. Tossing that blessed cross into the water was probably what saved those people from certain death. There’s a lot of strange cases of people who vanish and no trace is ever found of them. Such things have become known as the Missing 411 phenomenon.

And because this was a hurricane, no one would ever have assumed anything other than a storm took them. My theory is this is a creature from the forests or even the water ways in Honduras. The storm allowed it to enter the cities and towns. It gave it permission to be able to explore areas it normally wouldn’t enter.

It also provided a cover for it. With all the destruction around, it probably didn’t need much to hide it anyway. But what was it? Did it even come from our world? Or even our spirit world? Or did it come from another spirit world? One parallel to the realm of spirits known to us. That may sound crazy, but the realm of spirit is a vast Multiverse bigger than our own. Or this creature may even have been a Revenant.

But what type of Revenant or deceased entity was it? Was it even physical? How else did it make no noise and was able to seemingly defy the laws of physics? Or was it a Revenant capable of being able to manipulate reality itself. Or simply make itself float? Who knows. I tried doing a little research into it. But the only water entity that stalks people in Honduras is La Sucia. which is similar the Honduran version of La Llorona.

This seems to be a completely warped entity. There are some who claim that some storms are cosmic and can bend reality. That sometimes, the veil becomes so thin that things can slip out of their reality and into ours. And vice versa. So in the end, who knows really, what this creature was.

What is a Witch? And how does one define it?

Christianity can be just as much a part of a magical tradition as any other faith. From https://www.santeriaoraciones.com

I sat up for about a half an hour to an hour looking for an image of a witch to put up on this damn post. And that was almost as daunting as the subject matter I am going to write about. When I typed in “witch”, there were pages upon pages of women dressed in ugly, long nosed, masks or with green paint on their skins. It seems that in the 21st century we still have an image to shake. And it sucks because I like the Wizard of Oz books.

It seems for any positive thing to appear on a practitioner of magic, I had to use other words. At first I was going to go with an image of a Medicine Man or Woman. But many fellow natives will be offended by the term witch as much as white people are. Yay! Colonialism! Yay Christian Brainwashing! I’m sorry. I guess the pisces moon started out with nice emotions last night.

And today I went back to being a Cuban asshole. I typed in the word Osainista instead. It basically means Osainist or follower of Osain, the Orisha of herbs and nature. He teaches his followers how to do magic with plants. Which includes healing medicines.

That’s where I found this image. I try not to be overbearing. This is a character flaw that I struggle with. I can come off as extremely egotistical. Maybe I am.

I try not to get into long winded debates any more because in the end people will believe what they want to believe. And I’ll be the annoying prick in the corner no one wants to drink with (okay, I don’t drink, but still). Every once in a while I come across something. Something that demands a moral position. Something that would make me feel like a coward if I don’t voice the issue.

So at the risk of alienating other people, I try to say what’s on my mind. As politely as possible. It doesn’t always work though. Such a thing happened earlier this morning. It was on Good Reads.

For those who don’t know, this is like a facebook for book readers, writers, and authors. You get to follow your favorite authors (sometimes even if they’re 100’s of years old). People also buy and sell books on there. This includes everything from text books to novels. A friend in New York introduced me to the site.

I was looking up a book I have wanted to read for two years now : Bless Me Ultima. It’s an amazing book about an elderly Mexican shaman woman named Ultima. She teaches a young boy as her apprentice and shows him some of her magic. I saw the movie, but I still want to read the book. As I have heard the book is even better.

Now the main conflict in the book, is that the Curandera (Spanish : Curer or Healer) is battling three evil sisters who are “witches”. In many cultures, the word witch is used for a satanist or at least a practitioner of black magic. That’s why English wizards and witches began calling themselves “Cunning Folk”. Instead of witch or wizard. It’s why Native Americans often view that word in a negative light. Associated instead with evil spirits and black magic.

And a person in a book review sort of echoed those same negative sentiments toward the term witch. So I went into a long winded post that I swore I would never make again. Explaining that No, we’re not all evil assholes that lure children into gingerbread houses.

I’m going to say something that will probably piss off a lot of people anyway. Curanderismo is in fact Witchcraft. Any magical practice is witchcraft. I wasn’t going to say anything, but too many people accept the Christian dogma that witchcraft is “evil”.

The fact is, many witches stopped calling themselves witches, because Christians label everything under the sun as “satanism”. Witchcraft is the science, philosophy, and art of working with energy. And most energy has positive and negative components. This doesn’t make one type of witchery good or the other evil. Witch translates as “wise” a person wise to the spiritual world.

Can you imagine someone stealing the word “curandero” and using it to define something that is evil or selfish? That would be crazy right? And yet witch, which is a term for a wise man or wise woman is used as a label for anyone that practices black magic. And this kind of demonization of our practices comes from the Burning Times. Who many witches believe never really went away.

Moreover, Curanderos can and do use negative magic if they believe it will benefit the people they are trying to protect. Because it depends on the context. To the other person being hexed for whatever evil thing they did, there is very little difference between a Curandero and any other type of enemy witch.

In Puerto Rico, a lot of Sanse Brujos won’t do return to sender rituals (like what Ultima is doing in the book) because they believe it will propagate an endless cycle of violence between witches. That’s why they have the saying

“Un brujo no puede comer otro brujo”.

(A witch can’t eat another witch).

Regardless of whether a return to sender is justified or not. I keep seeing people put down the old ways unintentionally or define things through a Christianized, European lens. I have seen some Curanderos speak of the term witch with such disgust as if that’s a Satanist or some other black magician. But it’s a dogma forced on our people’s across Latin America by Christian conquerors. By people who thought they were doing Indigenous and African peoples a “favor” by conquering them.

Remember that is where the root of this anti witch sentiment comes from : Colonialism. If someone speaks like that about witchcraft in my presence, I would definitely be offended. And no matter the context they were using. That’s why I use terms like “black witch” “enemy witch” or things in other cultures. To the English and Wiccans, a warlock is a black magic user.

In Haiti bokor is the term for an evil practitioner and so fourth. I write this with the hope that other people will read this and understand the history, and the context. Too many times, we see in movies, books, and shows these old tropes being used. About the good witch and the bad witch. And granted yes there are witches who only practice positive magic and others who specialize in negative magic.

But good and evil are points of view. For instance, I’m sure many of you reading this, associate using magic dolls and putting needles through them with evil right? What if I told you about Witch Doctors or Witch Masters. These are Christian Magicians from the Appalachian Mountains. They are basically magical witch hunters. They battle evil witches.

In Appalachian culture, witches and pagans are all “satanists”. So magic users in that culture who practice positive magic are called doctors. Christian witch doctors will make wooden dolls that they stab with needles to curse a witch. They do this to hurt them in order to prevent them from casting their evil spells on their victims. And how about all those white witches who are trendy and have lots of wealthy clients? Their clients ask for good luck and good energy.

Here’s the problem though, their clients are scum. Their clients are wealthy Jeff Bezos who use magic to get wealthier while their workers starve. Or worse, they could even be rapists and they need the extra mojo to stay out of jail. You see what I’m getting at here? The magic itself is not good or evil. How it’s used determines that.

A fellow blogger on here (Neptune’s Dolphin) once said we needed to break free from the Christian paradigm. That bad habit of defining everything in black and white. Just good or just evil. Now I do believe there is real good and real evil. I do believe in malevolent Gods and spirits.

I do believe in black witches. And yes, I do believe in certain magical practices that are entirely or mostly malevolent. But even these things can be salvaged. For instance, in Ancient Sumer, some demons were beneficial and useful. Like Pazuzu, who frightens away other demons.

He protected the ancient Sumerians from every type of evil spirit there was. The Obeah practice of stealing someone’s Sasa or shadow (for death magic), was used by one Obeah man in his book, to actually heal a person. The magic us used to suspend a person, for the practitioner to heal them and remove damage. Even things as view as negative, can have beneficial uses for people. And similarly, positive energies could be used in a negative way.

Such things have to be carefully defined. Using proper context and with the awareness that we need to be careful of the colonial mindset that these biases came from. Unfortunately, many witches like Curanderos, have fallen into that trap. They view witchcraft as evil and what they practice as “different”. As other.

To me this is being a self hating witch. This is trying to get acceptance from people who hate us. So what’s the point of being open about your magic or your mysticism then? You might as well just stay in the Broom Closet. It would be less hypocritical, and it wouldn’t turn our image back by a thousand years in the public eye. Who knows? Maybe some day, we can type in witch on a search engine and find a less ridiculous depiction than a green skinned lady.

Malocchio

The ring of fire eclipse we just had on the New Moon in 2020.

Malocchio is Italian for “evil eye”. In Spanish we say “Mal de ojo” which is the same thing. An evil inflicted from a dark gaze. A gaze full of hate directed at someone usually due to jealousy. Now, this has nothing to do with an evil eye, or actually let me take it back.

It does, just not in the traditional way. Another family member has fallen dead. This time my cousin. Her daughter called me in the late hours of the morning to tell me her heart had apparently stopped due to a medication she took. When she and her stepfather found her, she was already purple in the face. After this, I decided enough was enough.

I have written to several of my masters, from my Hellenic Priest, to my Godmother in Santeria, to a Native American Shaman who helped train me. I am also going to consult a Babalawo from Nigeria. Something isn’t right here. Initially, my teachers had all said that I was looking for meaning in what appears as senseless deaths. But all of them are now checking in to see what’s happening.

Another sad reminder that whenever I allow myself to doubt my own instincts, I am always sadly proven right or partially right in the end. I knew something was off when my grandma died. But I didn’t let myself hear my internal voice. And before my cousin died, I saw strange visions.

 

A week before my cousin died, I saw visions of a statue of the Virgin of Guadalupe. Her image was in the skies, floating in a storm cloud. I saw this for a whole week but I just didn’t feel like going out to divine again. And find out what the hell was happening again. I just didn’t want to.

I’m a necromancer. I work with the dead all of the time. I know and accept that this is a gift. And I do cherish it because it has helped me prepare myself, my loved ones, and others for hard times. In a sense making it easier.

But what I wouldn’t do for the power to stop something from happening for once. So now, to the point, what does all of this have to do with the title? Well I decided to soothsay for myself. And what I got was that the ring of fire new moon was more than just a cthonic time. It was more than that. I was told about ancient times.

How the ancient cultures spoke of evil spirits coming in through new moons and especially eclipses. An eclipse is a sort of astrological death. What happened is a convergence of energy. The new moon combined with the eclipse. It was a very bad sign.

I knew this since I saw all the things that align together in my last post. But this was far worse than I knew. Since I was warned by St. Mary, I did a Spiritualist Mass and called on her and her Angels to speak. I was told to do a Mystical Christian cleansing. A white Christian and Curandero cleansing to remove the energy of death from myself and my family.

It feels as if all the nasties from the other side are coming out. Spirits who bring death and harm. I am going to do further research into the old taboos and what was considered a bad sign by the ancients. I’ll record it both here and in my books and notes. Here’s to hoping I might avoid problems for once.

I am hoping that in the future, if I add a deeper study of these bad signs and omens. Of these things we take for granted as the ramblings of “superstitious and primitive minds,”, of these “wives tales” as they are derogatorily called (because it implies women were not wise). If I can add this to my list of specialities maybe I can save people from harm and pain in the future.

In the meantime, I wrote all of this because all of you should be casting Oracles and protecting and warding yourselves as well. I get the feeling a lot more people will be experiencing untimely deaths soon. And do cleansings as well. And most importantly : when you get a bad feeling, don’t ignore it like I did. Follow your instincts.

– M

What? You’ve never seen a Sith Lord before?

So, I am writing this in jest. But fucking hell Cubans are annoying as hell (I should know, I am one). Actually most people are. But Cubans go out of their way to be extra nosy and annoying. So, my home is a Pagan Temple.

No, that’s not a joke or a metaphor. It is an actual Temple. I even consecrated it much the same way that Christians consecrate their own churches. I took the time to bless it for a week, ending with a final Pagan Mass of dedication with a food sacrifice on the grounds. When you open the door you’ll see altars everywhere.

I have a Hellenic altar on my refrigerator which has more than just Greek Gods actually. My Olympian altar is an altar for the Heavenly or Sky Gods. They all get along. My kitchen is a hearth altar which is also for nature. My one window has a whole mess of mini altars.

My entrance has a witch’s staff, a black bag for my Door Gods and spirits, a horse shoe with a cross, a shit ton of small crosses everywhere, and a picture of Tutankhamun. And that’s just the inside. Not mentioning the smaller idols in my garden outside. My Garabato (Santero conjuring staff), and a few other things. Plus all my tree altars.

My night stand has a primordial altar. And my book case with all my books which includes grimoires and my handwritten book of shadows is also where my altar for the dead is. A massive altar from top to bottom. Don’t even ask what I got in my closet. So this guy comes to install my new air conditioner.

Now, you’d think he would be polite and not stare. No, that mother fucker stared ALOT. It’s one of those things my community does that gets on my last damned nerves. They’re all a bunch of busy bodies, sticking their nose where it don’t belong. I’m sure this guy has a Catholic altar with dead saints and a dead crucified Jesus hanging on his wall somewhere.

But that’s not necromancy, that’s Christianity! But I have a skull on my altar for the dead. And that’s somehow more morbid than churches keeping body parts of dead saints. Or having an image of your own God being tortured to death on a cross.

Nah, I must be doing Satan worship. Well I guess I’ve been offering fruits, bread, and milk to El Diablo all this time and nobody warned me about it. Who knew the Devil liked Farmer’s Market? Go figure. So he stared at my altars the whole time he was in there. Stealing quick glances as if I were too stupid to see what he was doing.

Even my mother noticed when she came by to help clear stuff. I almost started jumping up and down pretending to speak in tongues. I wanted to see if I could trigger him all the way. Apparently even the landlord’s sister was staring at my stuff too. Which is funny because they’re both Romani folk witches.

As in Gypsies. And the inside of the main part of the house is a temple as well. But somehow my shit turns heads more? I don’t know. Thank God I keep my restraints and BDSM equipment hidden in the closet. They’d all have a stroke.

Maybe I should hang a portrait of Vladimir Lenin with a July 26 Flag near my door. Or a picture of Castro eating a bowl of black beans. Maybe that will calm everyone’s nerves down. No? Oh I know! I’ll wear a black hood and walk around in broad daylight chanting in Gregorian Latin! If they ask I’ll tell them I’m a monk. That way I can be creepy and it will be totally okay!

– M

Preparing for Death

Guardian Angels crossing over their wards into the light.

I wasn’t going to write about this. I had planned that my next post would be cheerful. Something nice and sweet. I wanted to get out of this gloomy mindset not just for my own sake, but for many who read this blog. However, my spirits kept telling me that I needed to write this post.

Something about, “Someone is eventually going to need it,”. Since it’s a rarely talked about topic I decided to finally get to it today. Everyone is always on and on about getting life insurance. Letting your loved ones know what you want. What you don’t want etc…but there’s a few things that should be added to the list.

Not just if you want to be cremated or not.

Number 1) Leave a Living Will

Sounds simple enough right? And yet most people don’t do it. Make sure that you divide everything up for your descendants. When my first Grandpa died, it was painful having to go through his house. My Grandma had Alzheimer’s and couldn’t live on her own. She had no use for any of my grandpa’s things.

I felt like we were vultures going through his things. It felt down right unholy to divide his belongings. It felt like robbing the dead. I couldn’t bring myself to participate. Don’t make your loved ones go through that.

Leave a clear list of what should happen with everything and where it should go. They will feel better and you’ll avoid family fueds that way. An Indian client once asked me to ask her dead Grandmother why she hadn’t left a will. The family tore itself apart arguing over lands and homes she owned. The spirit simply responded,

“I knew that they would. But I expected them to behave like adults,”

Don’t do that. Make sure any places or economically beneficial things are also assigned to those you want to assign them to. You may think your family is above that, but remember : they are human. Prone to human mistakes. Next on our list.

2) Prepare for the Afterlife

The disposal of your earthly remains is just a tiny part of what needs to be cared for. You have to worry about your soul as well. There is a modern belief that when you die that’s it. You go to where you need to go. Not even close.

While that can and does happen, that’s not always the case. Those tend to be people who are protected by a higher power or a faith etc..or have really strong guides and ancestors. I wonder if all these Earthly ghosts are here because nobody followed the proper rites and procedures for them. So ensure that it gets followed. Get in touch with a temple or a church or a spiritual group you trust to do funerary rites for you.

Then to follow it with a mass. One trick I sort of invented to help one client was I told them to talk to a Catholic Church. And to ask how much of a donation they would need to have a funeral mass said for them…..for a hundred years. If after a 100 years you’re still in Purgatory, I don’t know what else to say. I was taught that one human year on Earth is spiritually equivalent to a hundred years.

So a hundred for us could be upwards to a thousand for them. So a thousand years of prayers done for you. Also remember to ask family members you trust to pray for you. Won’t do ancestral prayers because it’s too Pagan for you? Then do masses and light candles or incense. And if that’s too Pagan for you, you can go to a random church and ask for regular prayers said for you.

In Santeria we go a step further. We have what is known as the Itutu Ceremony. A ceremony where a divination is performed to inform the spirits and Orishas the person had with them and fed them, that their caretaker is now dead. They then ask those spirit guides the person had acquired on their earthly journey what they want. Not their own specific guardians, but new spirits they worked with.

Do they want to be set free from their vessels? Such spirits live inside charms or idols. Familiars who were acquired by the Santero. Usually egun (dead) that join the practitioner while they are alive. Either they will choose to go with another Santero or practitioner. Or a family member or even just to be released back into the spiritual world.

The idols or charms are disposed of in nature. The Santero is also dressed in the same clothing they were initiated in. And a jar is buried with them with offerings for the Earth. Now this leads me to the next part. That’s the way it’s done with Santeria.

Other practitioners may even be buried with their idols and magical items in the same way Egyptians did for themselves. Just remember : Grave robbers are alive and well. So unless you’re planning to leave something that you intentionally want someone taking your stuff, be aware. Such things could be stolen. Personally, I believe every faith should have their own version of the Itutu Ceremony.

I’m not saying steal the prayers and sacred rituals. Not that, don’t get it twisted. But ceremonially preparing the body with special clothing, burying the body with offerings. Informing the spirits and Gods inside of idols their caretaker is gone and asking them what they want, all that is good. And many cultures have similar ceremonies.

Just saying, this is a good blue print to incorporate into every system. It doesn’t have to be exact. Some cultures may choose cremation. There is no right or wrong way to do this. As long as the Gods approve.

3) Proper Funerary Rites

As before, ensure that the proper prayers are done for you. Catholics and Catholic centered faiths start with novenas. These are prayers said for nine days for the soul of a person using a rosary. This is done before any masses can be done. This is usually a preparation for the person.

Again, rosaries and novenas are not just for Catholics. Buddhists have them and there is a Magician on here called “The Digital Ambler” (really cool guy) who made his own Pagan-Christian Novenas. You can make your own for your tradition. And it is also a blessing of protection for the soul of the deceased. Various traditions have different rituals.

For Jews, there is the Kaddish Prayer. The Rabbi leads a minimum of ten people in praises to God on behalf of a deceased soul. This prayer came from Rabbi Akiba. He was a mystical Jewish Sage who met the soul of a dead man on his journeys. The man was a sinner in life and despised by his own community.

He was a tax collector for the Romans, and thus considered a traitor and collaborator. The truth is he had many sins on his soul. He was being tortured by demons who forced him to do hard labor. They made him work all day to build a pyre he would be burned on at night. Akiba asked what could be done for him.

The condemned soul told him, his son needed to be given a Bar Mitzvah. And taught to read from the Torah so that he could lead a Jewish congregation in prayer to praise God. The Kaddish prayer doesn’t mention the name of the dead or anything about death. The intention of knowing that the prayer is being done for a person’s memory is enough for God to raise them to Heaven. In theory this is enough to free any condemned soul.

Rabbi Akiba trained the boy and had prepared a Bar Mitzvah. The night before the young boy was to perform the very first Kaddish, Rabbi Akiba dreamed of him. He was freed ahead of time from his suffering by God. And his soul thanked the Rabbi for his righteousness and his love. Akiba was a contemporary of Jesus for those interested.

Who knows what divine gifts he possessed. Finally,

Step 4) Consecrated Ground

I can’t stress this enough : make sure the place your body gets buried in not only has a good reputation, but is also holy ground. Not all cemeteries are blessed. Most cemeteries are non-religious. And while they do have religious looking graves and funerary rites performed, it isn’t the same. A dedicated cemetery is a place that a priest or priestess of a religion has set aside purposefully.

The purpose is so that the spirits of our Gods and traditions may dwell there with the dead. Offering them light and healing. As well as protection from evil spirits and black magic. There are darker practitioners out there who like to find souls who haven’t quite crossed over. In some cases, there are people who rob the bones of the dead to bind them into servitude.

Burial in such a place can grant a special type of protection for the departed. Also, just because a place is dedicated and consecrated doesn’t mean it’s trustworthy. There was a controversy a few years back in Miami over a Jewish Cemetery. The owners were removing the already buried dead to re-use the burial plots for future customers. So try to find a place connected to an actual temple or church.

Not just a dedicated space that is handled by a third party.

Conclusion

Not to be morbid, when writing this. I say this to you for all of you to learn. We plan birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, and even holidays. Why not take some time out of your day to plan your departure from this world? You’ll help your loved ones. And more importantly, yourselves.

There are a lot of family members who ask mediums and witches : are they okay? And those of us who are not charlatans will always ask,

“What are you doing for your family on the other side?”

Don’t leave it all to us to handle this responsibility. Each and every one of us is responsible for what needs to be done and taken care of when we go. And don’t wait for you to be old. You could die tomorrow.

Darkness

During the time I had been away, I was entering a dark period in my life, quite literally. But everything seemed to coincide with the predictions of the Babalawos earlier this year. With my strange visions when I was doing my calender, and most of all with Hurricane Dorian. I made the conscious decision to turn my blog into a private diary for my occult experiences as well as a record of the strange things happening in the world.  I may one day actually pass this blog on as a Diary to any apprentices I may have.

That’s why I have privitized my blog. Strangely, a few people seemed to show interest in it and asked to follow me. But now to my observations. Before the panic of Hurricane Dorian, I noticed that a lot of negative energy was being released. 
So much so that I had to sit down to divine what was going on.

As I sat down to ask the spirits what was going on, I felt a wave of nausea hit me before I could activate my protections. Some dark entity had actually followed me home in broad daylight. How it was able to do so baffled me. But after burning some lavender to tell it to fuck off, and washing my floor’s with cleansing water, I set up all the protections. I used a very special trance to be able to talk to the dead since they are closer to the realm of darkness.

Plus a lot of spirits make the stupid mistake of thinking deceased humans are too weak to bother with. I followed a special formula and spoke to them. They told me that even natural events like storms of this kind, are also spiritual. And that most of the time dark nature entities are behind events like this storm. They informed me that before a natural disaster happens, dark spirits of almost every sort will flood areas to prepare to feast on the Miasma.

They also weaken or erode the will of people. This is to stop them from becoming strong enough to organize or do any of the things they are supposed to do. To make us all lazy and indifferent so that we’re sitting ducks essentially. And the panic set off by all of us during the storm was also attracting them. As well as feeding them.

Making them strong enough to cause us problems. I noticed the streets were rife with extra negativity. The spirits also told me that likewise, storms occur to sweep negativity away. They rip out the miasma from the roots. Like a gardener pulling the weeds out.

Most of the time, storms actually force hidden spirits or sleeping dead spirits out to be dealt with. So this is a form of nature cleansing that we all need no matter what. But they told me that this particular storm was negative in general. That something nasty was coming with it. So I began to send out texts and emails to my friends. 

I told them of my findings and telling them to put up extra wards on their homes. To prepare spiritually to deal with the fall out. And later that day I received a vision when walking home that I needed to feed the idols of the Underworld Gods. This was not only to protect my neighborhood, but for all the people and animals who were going to die as a result of this storm. This damn storm was a thorn in my ass for this whole week.

My sister sent me all the supplies I needed via Amazon. So I was free not only to ward but to organize a meeting with some of the other witches in my neigboorhood. We talked about Weather Conjuration in the hopes of weaking the storm. Or at least deflecting it back to the cold waters to kill it. But it was no use.

Others had been told a powerful force was behind the storm. Something so strong that a thousand weather wizards might not be able to weaken or deflect it. Luckily, it seems nature was deflecting it to the North away from us. But people are still going to get hurt no matter what. 
Later I learned that Santeros all over Florida were doing a state wide conjuration against it.

“Here comes Dorian, be banished damn it!”

The Hurricane memes related to Santeria still haven’t stopped. During the week I called people and we each did group divinations while on the phone. Eventually it was a celtic witch who came up with the idea that the storm was not meant to cleanse us of negativity. But to send negativity everywhere. 
Whatever had sent it, came from Underworld.

From regions beyond those occupied by the dead. This made all of us freeze and go quiet at one point. Finally, I related my story to Sister Morrigan as we nicknamed her, and I asked her why the dead didn’t tell me this before. She said,


“They have their limitations, as all spirits do. Whatever this is, is probably keeping tabs on the grape vine the same way governments phone tap people,”


I should have known this. But I fear I have grown too arrogant and too accustomed to always getting the right answer. It never dawned on me that something could be hidden from me. Or that I would need so many other witches to amp my power up to see. I am usually a solitary practitioner.

 
I like to be on my own with just the spirits and my Gods. I don’t like hierarchies or power dynamics. But I was reminded of why our ancestors usually practiced together. Why we even have churches and temples in the first place. Besides divine worship and veneration, comradery, and just seeking answers, it’s for the accumulation of energy. 


Like living in a commune and pulling our resources together. Eventually we came up with a plan of action. We started first through private and group prayers, private and group offerings, and then a collective meditation. We waited until we were answered. Sister Morrigan was told she needed to pray to her Matron the Morrigan to stop the storm. 


I was told to pray to Nemesis to wreak vengeance on the spirits of the storm. And a darker practitioner was told to evoke a very dark entity whose name I will not repeat here. But he is a fallen spirit who appears as a Knight. This was to initiate a “wild hunt” on any dark souls that were wandering around. Nemesis and Morrigan would handle souls that were not evil, but who were not at rest. 


Every one else was told what to do with their Gods or spirits. And Dorian went from arriving in Miami on Tuesday to showing up Thursday. Well, Thursday was yesterday and the weather has actually been sunnier. So far, all is well. I heard a rumour that a group of Muslim mystics were conjuring an army of good Jinnis to fight the storm spirits. This is just a rumour.

I have no idea if it’s true or not. Although Jinn like Angels and Faeries and other spirits can command the weather. I know any skeptic or cynic reading this blog will say that it’s a mass delusion brought on by fear and probably self aggrandizement. I couldn’t care less. In ancient times, there was no evidence that electromagnetic energy existed either.

Back then we knew of hidden energies without science to prove it. We know now that these energies and forces exist. And I am sure of this : had so many magic users not done anything against this storm, a lot more damage and loss of life would have happened. I know it probably would have arrived here sooner even than Tuesday.
By Saturday there were already winds knocking the power out in some places.

At the very least there is a correlation here even if not known. That combined human efforts against a disaster and the actual end result. Even if let’s say you don’t believe in magic, it should at least be theorized that maybe human energy can be commanded with other energies against another force. At least those are my thoughts at this moment. We also did a mass cleansing ritual.

I got the idea to do this a few years back. The National Paranormal Society or NPS seemed to be under attack. Everyday I noticed that people were having relationship issues they didn’t have before. Work problems with money, and just general conflict. I spoke to the NPS members on their messaging boards.

And I suggested that a lot of things in the spirit world didnt want this group becoming successful. That they were in fact being attacked. They all began to do personal rituals and talked about the positive effects. Others did public rituals with group members and posted up special prayers. Within a few days all the nasty activity seemed to go away.

People were able to have normal lives again. And all was well. So we started passing an email around exhorting people to do the same things. The negativity is maybe 90% gone. But I still see weird things around my neigboorhood.

So I am going to have to divine some more and maybe work with these fellow magic users to see what’s going on. That’s all I have to report for now. But the next time a storm is brewing, and you see people all around you frightened or even acting strangely. And you feel sick to your stomach, and almost see shadows even darker than the normal shadows, remember. If storms can take things out, they can also bring things in.

Strange things. Occult things. Things that normal practitioners might not be able to see. Things that sometimes only animals can see. And that’s why your favorite dog or cat might growl or hiss.

Why even the insects and birds seem more skittish than usual. Why even the people around you are becoming darker and more angry than before. Beware,


“I could tell that I was at a gateway of a region half-bewitched through the piling-up of unbroken time-accumulations; a region where old, strange things have had a chance to grow and linger because they have never been stirred up,”


– Herbert Philips Lovecraft 

-M

Werewolf by Ed and Lorraine Warren (Book Review)

While listening to the Phantom of the Opera, I also decided to listen to this book. I finished this one first as it’s shorter. My thoughts as both a book lover and Paranormal Researcher.

The Pros of this book.

For those who enjoy shorter books, you’ll love this. It isn’t quite as long as the others. It took me two days (two hours each) to finish. I listened to it rather than read it. Off the bat, what I like the most is that this story is way more believable than most of their cases.


The Werewolf spirit that possessed William David Ramsey (Bill Ramsey) has basis in Folklore and Pagan magic. Originally, the first Werewolves were people that didn’t transform into wolves physically. They did so mentally and spiritually by channeling the souls of dead wolves or other animals. Or channeling the residual energies of the animals in question to cause a practitioner of shape shifting, to spiritually shape shift into the animal. Which thus causes a mental transformation in the practitioner.


 The final tranformation is the adrenalin rush and the way the person moves and behaves. This fits in with Mr. Ramsey’s possesion. This man was not a practitioner of Were Wolfism. He became entangled with this entity at a young age. I don’t believe he was possessed as a child, because a child can’t get possessed.


But I do believe Mr. Ramsey was Oppressed by this entity when he was a child. That it attached itself to him. And then later entered a possession into adulthood. There are are way more facts and eye witness testimony from Cops he attacked and other people. Including staff in the mental hospital he was in.


So many credible people couldn’t be wrong. He was tested up the wazzo for a “logical explanation” and none of these attempted debunkings ever worked. At one point, some quack doctor tried to say his condition was Alcoholism. Despite the fact that he only occasionally drank and became possessed while he was sober. Bill himself didn’t actually believe that he was possessed by a supernatural force or entity and he tried to get his family away from the media.


So that shows that he wasn’t looking for fame. It wasn’t until Ed Warren told him he was possessed that he first pondered that it could have been Supernatural. So that tells me that he was not a hysterical man given to strange flights of fancy. He was a well grounded individual and so were the members of his family. When Ed Warren first told him he was possessed by a wolf spirit, he and his Wife thought the Warrens were nuts.


But because they had reached the end of their rope, they allowed the exorcism by Traditionalist Catholic Bishop, Robert McKenna. Which proved successful and put a definate end to the phenomenon. 

Cons

I am DEFINATELY one of those people who love big books to read. After Satan’s Harvest which was a much longer and complex read, I was left hungry for more of this. Something I found very distasteful, was the beginning of the book. It was laden with all sorts of stereotypes you would expect from people of the Warren’s era. The racist belief of Gypsies having beliefs in Werewolves (Romani people have beliefs about many supernatural entities, but this seemed more based on Hollywood than anything else. 

Part of the book read as publicity for the Warren’s (an issue I find in every book of theres). I get it : they are down to Earth people and look at how amazing their work is blah, blah, blah. But that kind of shameless self promotion leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Imagine me, self promoting myself like that in this blog? Would you bother to read anything that I wrote? I know these were quotes from people who interviewed them. But they could have simply left that out. 


They did have power to remove certain things. All in all, my biggest con beside the shortness of the book is the inclusion of the stereotypes on Werewolves mentioned before. And I felt that more detail could have been added to the book via the perspectives of his children and friends. Perhaps they simply didn’t wish to be interviewed. But I am sure at least a few would have.


That would have enriched this book more. I am also critical of how they handled this case.

1) They assume it was a Demon


Yes it could have been. Wolf-like demons in Folklore abound. However, it’s also possible that this was a Beserker Spirit (human practitioners of shape shifting) or even an actual dead wolf spirit. And it may have been appeased by something less confrontational and violent than an Exorcism. A simply cleansing or a spiritual mass by a medium using certain rites (normally Christian) could have been done to gain more information on what or who was involved in this and why.

The issue could have been solved in England this way. Or one of the many Druids and other spiritual people still practicing there could have handled it in England. Taking the time to get him to America was very dangerous. The entity could have killed him or his wife now that it knew what was going to happen. 


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2) With Lorraine’s psychic gifts, she could have asked her Angels and Saints why this spirit choose Mr. Ramsey. So why didn’t she?


She’s admitted to having seen divine beings like Padre Pio before. Why didn’t she pray and ask for answers? To go after a child like that is out of character for most entities. It brings up the question of whether or not the streets he was living in had a nasty history. Or even a generational curse linked to his family. To me, an investigation is not an investigation unless you find a skilled reader to figure out the why of a haunting. Otherwise it could simply stop for years and restart again. 


Or worse yet, jump to someone else. I get they believed things like this are common place because of their belief that “satanic forces operate in our lives everyday”.  But him being targetted as a child is a huge red flag. It was an interesting read. Although sometimes, I found myself a little bored with certain details to really pay attention. 


A good book all in all. It wasn’t as sensational as I would have expected. Satan’s Harvest was packed with some stuff I wouldn’t have believed unless I’d seen it first hand. This book at least was believable. My heart goes out to poor Mr. Ramsey and his family. 


He seems like an okay man. And what the news papers in England did to him and his family is no short of criminal. They should have sued. The only other thing that bothers me is that this exorcism was way too easy. So either it was a weak spirit.

Or, it abandoned Ramsey because the jig was up and it went to someone else. Or perhaps it’s a generational spirit. An entity waiting for a new generation to haunt or cause harm to.