Here you will find previous spooky blogs. Scroll down to find some snippet of information you may have missed. Expand your mind. Enjoy the emotion.
Spooky blog Archives – Poltergeists – Ghostly Animals – Haunted Homes – Ghostly Ladies who float about a bit! – Harry Price – Ghosthunter or Fraud – UFO’s – Faeries – Tinkerbell or not? – Slips in Time – Angelic beings – Trees – Christmas Spookiness – Handfasting – The Sun – Savannah Spirits – labyrinths – Angels at Yuletide –
Equinox comes twice a year. The Spring Equinox is about the maiden aspect of woman. She is free and ripe, full of life, bringing the power of youth, all new beginnings, fresh and clean.
The earth has remained in the Crone aspect throughout winter, healing deep within the earth, going inward, resting, waiting for new growth. The Spring Equinox is the time the maiden springs forth and all life begins to flourish.
Already we see buds on the trees, bushes and plants. The grass is growing. New life is being born. Lambs scamper across fields of green. Hares scurry throughout the woodlands. Birds are singing again. And we feel better for seeing it, feeling it, hearing it. The sun is stronger, the days longer. From next week when the clocks go forward our evenings will lengthen and we will immerse ourselves outside again for longer.
It always feels like a long winter as our bodies crave the sunshine and blue skies. We all love that feeling of being out in the sun. Vitamin D working it’s way through our systems to help in our well being. We smile more. We laugh more. We LIVE more in the warmer months. We enjoy our lives more.
Find the balance. Enjoy life all year round.
Examples of joy for me:
Sitting outside with a lit fire talking with my husband, glass of wine.
Walking among the trees
Singing along to favourite songs
Dancing to favourite music
Doing my jigsaw sitting next to the french windows, sitting in the sunshine, mug of coffee, music on.
What is your joy?
Find it. Live it. Love it
Angels at Yuletide
We’ve all heard the Christian tales of angels at this time of year. How they came to Mary to tell her she was pregnant. How they told the shepherds about the birth of Jesus and basically seemed to be around for the whole story one way or another. (Especially if every nativity play is to be believed!!)
However, Angels are NOT a Christian concept, though many believe they are. Angels do not care what religion or belief you follow, and they love you regardless. Angels are mentioned in all belief systems, Christian, Jewish, Hinduism, Buddhism, and Islam, naming but a few. All angels have, it seems, a different ‘job’ to do, but all seem to work for the ‘divine’ be it god, Buddha, Universal energy, whatever you wish to call it, it’s all the same loving energy and the angels help us connect to it.
There are many websites out there who can tell you more than I can in my short blog, so I’m focusing on the angels that help me, as a writer, narrator, counsellor, Mother.
Author – Archangel Gabriel, which means – God is my strength’ is believed to be female, though many also believe the angels have no gender. Gabriel helps with communications. Archangel Gabriel is the messenger angel. She helps writers, teachers, journalists, dancers, models, musicians, singers, songwriters and artists, in fact, anyone whose life purpose is in the creative, art or communication side of life. She helps them to convey their message, to find motivation and confidence, and to market their skills. She also assists in overcoming issues of fear and procrastination in communication.
Gabriel is an angel of action
Narrator – Archangel Jophiel, which means – beauty of God. Jophiel is known as the ‘patron of artists’, also useful for writers. She helps me think beautiful thoughts, therefore projecting beautiful outcomes. Jophiel helps with artistic projects and illuminates my creative spark. She helps me slow down, enjoy the process, the journey, and not worry about deadlines or outcomes, because all will be okay. No point wasting time worrying about it. She helps my voice be beautiful and right for the part, bringing positive outcomes to the right audition.
Counsellor – Archangel Azrael – Whom god helps. His role is to assist people to ‘cross over’ into the loving energy and bring comfort to those grieving the loss. He wraps everyone involved in healing energy and helps physically, emotionally and spiritually. He helps me when I work with grief so that I do not absorb the energies of my clients and to guide me in my words and actions. I work with him when I meet spirits who have remained on this plain and together, along with their spirit guides, we guide the souls to where they need to be.
Mother – Archangel Metatron – This angel is one of two who had once been men on earth. He helps parents with children, but especially those with ADHD, Aspergers, and Autism. His energy is highly focused and strong and guides parents away from medicating their gifted children and helping to educate parents, teachers, doctors, scientists find natural alternatives. He helps parents in all manner of parenting and communication.
I must give a special mention to Archangel Michael – He who is like God. I work with him almost every day. He is the leader among the archangels. He works to rid the world of toxins that promote fear, anger and hatred. Michael clears away any obstacles, clearing a path for you to fulfill your life’s purpose. He helps with anything, be it emotional baggage, spiritual needs, physical requirements, he brings it, usually in ways I wasn’t expecting! He brings me courage to keep going, to pursue my dreams; he is my body-guard when I need help. Simply call upon him and he is there.
I see angels frequently, usually as flashes of lights, different colours for different angels. It is reassuring to me and lets me know I am never alone.
However you want to connect with angels, know that they are always waiting for you and supporting you. They cannot interfere with free will. if you do not want their help, they will not force it, so, ask and trust the help will come.
Wishing you all a blessed Yule and may the new year bring you all you need
Labyrinths and their journey
There are two types of labyrinth, the classical which is the most common and is the oldest design with seven circuits, four quarters and a centre. The other, created in 1201 is the Chartres labyrinth, which has eleven circuits, a centre and six petals.
Each labyrinth represents the seven chakra’s, the elements, the four quarters and the six petals of the Chartres labyrinth are meant to represent the six kingdoms of existence which are, mineral, plant, animal, human, angelic and divine
Labyrinths are also found carved onto rocks and you can use your finger to trace the path and feel a connection. You can also draw your own labyrinths for this purpose or buy them online. You can get them carved in wood, stone, paper, or free ones to come up on the screen or print out. With the right frame of mind, you can achieve the same benefits of tracing the labyrinth as you would walking it.
Positive change can be brought about by the simple act of walking the labyrinth. This is NOT a maze. The path leads to the centre and back out again, it is not a puzzle with dead-ends and wrong turns. The idea is to walk, or trace the path with intention. Let go of any expectations and allow your mind to accept the thoughts that come and embrace the feelings that you experience.
The intention can be simple, such as, asking for peace in your life at this moment, or perhaps asking for guidance on something. Walk the labyrinth and use it as a meditative moment and be open to any inspirations you may get.
Many people experience a variety of things whilst walking the labyrinth. Emotions may rise to the surface and be released by the time they leave the labyrinth. Others have experienced awakenings, a realisation of something they thought impossible. People have suddenly stopped whilst walking, as if something is blocking their way. It could be an indication of a blocked chakra, depending on where they halt. Perhaps it is the shift of energy which occurs during the 180 degree turns making us turn to confront or release something. It is not every day we turn in such a manner and this can feel quite strong for a lot of people.Labyrinth at Maes y Bryn Campsite near LLanwrst, North Wales
Working with the labyrinth can quieten the mind. It gives you this opportunity to get insight into your life, and can bring a positive change by giving you a deeper connection to yourself, and brings you into a state of connection to everything. In this day and age, life is manic, disconnected a lot of the time and very fast and loud. Taking time to walk or trace a labyrinth offers you time to reconnect and find yourself.
It’s important to take time afterwards to sit and be still. Write down any thoughts or idea’s that come to you after being within a labyrinth and give thanks for the journey.
There are many ways to connect with the labyrinth but the following exercise can be done at home if you cannot access a walking labyrinth.
If you can find a seven circuit labyrinth, that is wonderful, if not, print one off and sit quietly with it, or use the one above.
Take a few moments to focus on the barriers you carry. Hold the intention that you are ready to break down the barriers to be free of the luggage and heaviness. You wish to be lighter and free.
With each step (or finger movement) allow the barriers to be demolished. Let them fall around you. See them break apart, or dissolve. Whichever way you see it, allow it to happen. Notice how you feel. Allow any emotions to surface and be released. Do you feel empowered? Vulnerable? Brave? Liberated?
Focus now on the positive aspects of releasing these negative barriers. Be aware of any negative thoughts and feelings and thank them for surfacing, but you are ready to let them go. Give yourself permission to set them free.
When you reach the centre, take note of what you have released. Even if you have made progress on demolishing one wall, it is an achievement that should be acknowledged.
Focus on your connection with yourself. Be grateful for all that you are. Healing can take place as we release negative barriers.
As you walk out of the labyrinth take notice of all thoughts and feelings. Write them down and make notes on moving forward in your life.
Repeat this exercise often if needed, to establish how far you can journey. With each new walk, you will see a positive change emerging. Embrace it and learn from your journey.
Labyrinths can be found all over the world. A few to find in the UK:
I have followed many paths, and have walked a few labyrinths in my time. Each one has brought me closer to the divine and myself. May you walk your own path and find what you are seeking.
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I have been lucky enough to have had the experience of flying to Savannah, Georgia for a book tour, joining in with a pirate festival and meeting some interesting characters along the way. I was there six days, so settle in and I’ll describe my encounters.
Firstly, I visited Savannah and was taken to an area they used to hold slaves taken off the boats. It’s considered one of the most haunted roads as it runs right alongside the river. I can only imagine the horror of these souls and I met a few within seconds of walking there.
There were storage places, beneath the upper road and I immediately felt a large man, a slave. I felt his irons and something metal on his face. I felt his shame, his helplessness, his terror, but mostly, his absolute anger and hatred towards me, a white woman. He wanted to snap my neck and make me suffer as he’d had to watch his own family suffer, and it was difficult not to let him come closer. I tried to convey my horror and sadness for him and the slave trade, but he was too far into his suffering. ‘I hate you white folks.’ Was all he said over and over and he made my fists clench as he came within my space. My guide told me to leave.
I will send him love and light to try and connect him with his family, to release his anger and pain.
We moved into another storage area and I felt more women energies here, but before I could focus, my body felt as if it was on fire. Now, Savannah is hot, but this felt overwhelming. The women who were with me, watched as my neck, chest, face, arms and hands became red and I was quickly removed from the area.
As we walked away towards a bar to try and let my body calm down, I felt energies watching us from nearby. Two women, three men, slaves. They were watching me with interest and I conveyed that yes, I did know they were there, and no, they were not forgotten.
We visited Colonial Cemetery. Now, I’ve been called many things in my time by spirits, but I don’t think, ‘Whore’ is one of them!! One young man saw me applying lipstick as the heat was making my lips dry. He was young, perhaps eighteen years old, and I felt a pain moving down from the right side of my neck, through my collar bone, as if I’d been stabbed by a long dagger or sword. He refused to tell me anything about himself, very distrustful. However, I was drawn to another corner of the cemetery, to two graves, of a young mother and child. I was told to sit on a nearby bench, and I could see that the grave of the young man, and these two others were aligned. Was someone trying to tell me something?
I moved to a large, white grave of Button Gwinnett. he signed the Declaration of Independence and died whilst duelling in May 1777. When I sat on his grave steps, I felt as if a man was looming over me, looking over my shoulder. He seemed interested in my camera. For me though, the weird bit was his grave. It felt, ‘wrong’. I can’t add more to that, it just felt off, as if wrong place or something. Also, a patch of grass in front of his grave, not mowed. The whole cemetery was pitch perfect, except this small bit – why?
We visited Bonaventure Cemetery and even before we walked two feet, a young man was getting my attention. We split up and I was taken to his grave. He died in 2000 and was distressed that his family couldn’t move on, let go and live their lives. I could see from his decorated grave, they visit a lot. It hurt him to see them so distressed and it pulled him back to remember the pain.
I immediately felt a terrible pain in my head and asked him to take that off. He suffered a while and he knows it is a memory his family carry. Please know that he is not alone, he is surrounded by love. I was emotional. I wanted to help him, but how? I have been reassured that if I would show his grave, he would help his family find it. So that is what I am doing.
As I walked away, five union soldiers came up to me, laughing and joking about how I could see them and they guided me to a grave-site of five soldiers who died in the civil war between North and South.
We joined a ghost tour at Sorrell Weed House – considered the most haunted house in Savannah – I think they’re right! Now, I always find it astounding how synchronicity works. I couldn’t go to the original time as I had an early flight home the next day, so the universe changed it so we could all be involved! And I think I was meant to be here at this time.
I caught footage of orbs flying around, a voice saying, ‘to me’ and possibly, though it needs farther examinations, I’ve caught a woman in a black hood gliding past.
Now, to explain. In a room the tour guide was explaining about the ghost caught on camera. He showed us a photo and said this was possibly ‘Matilda’. The spirit of a woman immediately got my attention and said, ‘yes, that’s me, now film the window.’
On my phone you see an orb rush past me – Matilda – then some more around the window – Matilda, then an orb flies towards the camera from outside – Matilda at the same time, a possible apparition behind. – Lots of things to check before I am 100% convinced yet. You can find the video on my Facebook page
Downstairs, I walked into a small room and immediately grabbed the right side of my head. It felt as if half of it had been blown off. I abruptly left and it eased. Another medium said she felt as if she’d lost half a leg! On entering again, the tour guide was explaining that this room had been used as a surgery during the war. Many broken, injured men came through the doors. I’d picked up one of them. Poor man.
At the end of the tour, we were outside in the courtyard, when the tour guide spoke of Matilda, grieving for her dead children and was seen as ‘The woman in Black’, hooded, wandering the garden – Okay, didn’t know this when I caught footage (Possible footage!!)
He said she fell off the balcony. (Where I’d filmed her earlier). I knew without doubt, she did not fall, she was pushed. Also a maid was murdered. The guide then told us of a maid being found hanged…suicide or murder? I say murder. Later he let us listen to an EVP and it blatantly shows that she was surprised, attacked and killed and I believe I know who by.
I also had a strange occurrence in our condo. I don’t sleep well, so I decided to sleep on the couch. I had a very vivid dream that a man was trying to get my attention. I woke abruptly and the clock said 2.22. I went back to sleep and woke at 3.33 to the feeling of a man’s hands and fingers running down my left shoulder and arm. I am convinced someone was there, but, was it sleep? Was it spirit? Was it something else? I’d love to know your opinions.
And so, conclusion, Savannah is haunted, but also beautiful and well worth another visit, one day x
People have worshipped the sun and moon for many centuries. There are so many gods and goddesses that are associated with the sun.
Amun, the ancient Egyptian god of creation along with Ra, the sun god. Helius, the Greek god, who rode the sun chariot across the sky. Huitzilopochtli was the sun god worshipped by the Aztecs. Sol was the sun god for the Romans. Belenos, also known as Beli Mawr (the Great), was the Celtic God of the Sun, His festival of Beltane, held on May 1st is celebrated with bonfires.
You may notice, these seem to be ‘male’ figures of worship for the sun. Initially, it was mainly female dieties for the sun, but somewhere along the way, female dieties were removed and became associated with the moon instead.
Many stone circles, burial mounds are aligned with the sun and moon, none more known than, ‘Stonehenge’. Two pits were found at Stonehenge which point to it once being used as a place of sun worship before the stones were erected. The pits are positioned on celestial alignment at the site and may have contained stones, posts or fires to mark the rising and setting of the sun. We know that at the Summer Solstice, the sun rises between the stones and is ‘celebrated’ by thousands. Many people will rise early on this day to be somewhere high so as to ‘greet the coming sun’ and give thanks for the warmth and blessings the sun brings.
May the sun shine on you to warm you mind, body and spirit.
Handfasting is a Pagan marriage which is usually held on Beltane – May Day, though this is not carved in stone. Beltane is usually chosen as it is a fertility festival, a union between the goddess and the god following months of him chasing her, she finally allows him to catch her and they consumate their relationship – thus bringing forth an abundance of nature.
The ceremony usually happens outside in mother nature with friends and family gathered to witness the joining of two souls. Though, centuries ago handfasting was a way in which two people could join together without the consent of their families. It did not need witnesses or a priest. It was acknowledged, especially in the Celtic countries, that once handfasted and sexual intercourse had been performed – the couple were legally wed and no one could argue with it!
By around the 14th century, the Roman Catholic church decided weddings must be sanctioned by God, banns read, performed in front of witnesses and the marriages consumated with witnesses within the building – NOT the same room!! – Although, it was pretty close at times with some marriage rituals – putting the couple to bed etc!
Regardless of what Catholics wanted, Handfasting continued to be used, especially within small communities within the Highlands and later blessed by the local priest as many area’s didn’t have a ‘holy man’ living near-by.
The ceremonies can be as individual and unique for each couple. Some have brooms to jump over and sweep away any negative energies whilst other will also have a sword to jump over and cut any previous ties of life. Each person makes their own vows before a High priestess and priest who offer balance, representing both goddess and god, her consort.
My husband and I married 25 years ago this May. We originally had a church wedding as I was not ready to inform my family of my leanings towards Paganism. June 10th 2006 we, together with our daughter and our best friends who were also getting handfasted, spent a wonderful weekend at Pistyll Rhaedre waterfall, on the hottest weekend ever!!
Dressed in medieval bridal gowns, we walked into the meadow with the priest and priestess, found a shaded area beneath the oak trees and were handfasted. Our witnesses – the trees, the sun, the wild flowers and the elementals who gave their approval. We created our own brooms. Martin and I brought one of our swords. We exchanged vows. (Extremely emotional) We drank, we ate and celebrated well into the next morning.
Now, we’ve all heard about, ‘Scrooge, the Christmas Carol’, written in 1843 by Charles Dickens and considered one of the scariest and by far the most moralistic story of the Christmas season. An evil, bitter old man must change his ways before it’s too late and is visited by three ghosts who terrify him with the truth in order to help him live a better, happier life – LOVE IT!! My favourite is Patrick Stewart in the original story, but who can hate, Bill Murrays ‘Scrooged’?!!!
I never liked the puppets but adored the black and white 1951 classic with Alastair Sim and the modern day version with Ross Kemp in 2000. It is a yearly pilgrimage which I thoroughly enjoy to touch base with something so important, but never forgotten throughout the year – love and compassion, gratitude and kindness.
What is your yearly treat at Christmas?
Anyway, what other spirit’s wander the earth during this season of good cheer? It is not only the three ghosts of past, present and future!
One of the most dramatic is that of the re-enactment of the English Civil war at Edge hill Warwickshire in 1642. Following the bloody battle in October of which over 2000 men lay dead, shepherds became aware of loud noises in the vicinity and it built into what they described as ‘a full battle happening once again’. Thundering cavalry, gun smoke, cannons fired, men screaming, neighing of horses and beating drums. The shepherds ran for their lives, but instantly, the whole scene vanished. On Christmas Eve, the whole phantom battle appeared again, only this time it seemed to be above ground, hovering above the fields. Witnesses saw men they recognised and had died, but also, Prince Rupert, who was at that time, very much alive!
Anne Boleyn’s ghost is said to appear each Christmas at Hever Castle, her childhood home. She is said to manifest beneath a great oak tree where Anne and Henry courted. Her ghost also walks across the bridge, which crosses over the River Eden on the castle grounds.
A doomed flight of 401, an aeroplane that crashed into the Florida everglades on December 29th 1972. There were 103 deaths, two of which were the flight engineer and the pilot, Bob Loft and Don Repo. Soon after they were seen returning to the area and were seen on the other planes that had been given parts of the wreckage. Every year, they are witnessed.
The black dog of Exmoor is notorious legend but one of its most dramatic appearances is at the beginning of the Second World War. A bus travelling from Barnstable Station for the Devon coast left on time at 5.40am. It was Christmas Eve and there were two passengers onboard, the conductor and the driver. The moon was full and the road ahead was clear, when suddenly, two sheep and an enormous dog appeared right in front of him. He braked, but he was going to hit them and braced himself for the bump – it never came. He ran out onto the road and looked beneath his bus, nothing. Everyone got out and searched for the three animals, nothing. They simply vanished.
During the Christmas season another ghost haunts the Tower of London, that of a bear. Bear baiting was legal and performing bears were popular in the early 18th century. In 1816 a sentry on duty at the jewel House became aware of a dark shape coming through the door. He was so terrified, he thrust his bayonet at it, but it went straight through. He fell to the floor senseless. He never recovered properly.
A large white rabbit was often seen around Christmas time, though the home in London is kept a secret. A family named, ‘Walton’ were plagued by ghostly apparitions of a boy, knocking and footsteps but during Christmas one year a large white rabbit would be seen and visitors and family would hear movement and feel a presence walking around the room in the dark. People would attempt to catch the rabbit, but it eluded them.
And lastly, a favourite story of mine. A couple, married for five years lived in a country manor, near Barnstable, Devon in the 19th century. One autumn his beloved wife fell ill and died from pneumonia. Heartbroken, the husband was unable to attend the funeral, held two days before Christmas and shut himself away in his study. The vicar, annoyed to be leaving his own home during the festive season held a very quick service so that he could return to his home and fireplace. However, before the lid was placed on the ladies coffin, he’d noticed a gold sapphire ring on her finger and after many glasses of port; he decided to collect it himself. (In those days, most high class people were laid out in stone crypts) Hurrying to the graveyard, he let himself into the crypt and attempted to pull off the ring, it wouldn’t budge, so he returned to his home to find a small saw and cut off the ring. Holding up in the air to admire it he smiled as it shone in the lanterns orange glow.
At this moment, the body of the woman rose and walked towards him. Horrified, the vicar dropped the ring and fled, out onto the cliffs and threw himself off. If only he’d waited. The lady wished to thank him. He had cut her finger in the process of stealing her ring and it had brought her back from the coma she had been in.
Wearing nothing but her fine silk dress and shroud, the lady walks barefoot in the snow towards her home, half fainting from the cold. She bangs on the door to be let in, but no servant answers as they are all in bed, sleeping off Christmas celebration. She throws gravel at her husband’s study window and screams to be let in before she dies. He comes to the window and declares that it is a terrible joke to play on his grief.
‘I am no joke. I am no ghost, for I bleed… See…’
Her husband hurries down and lets her in, reviving her with warm blankets, brandy and the fireplace. A year later, their first child is born.
Isn’t that sweet? So, remember, enjoy Christmas but remember to look out for ghosts, spirits (not those in a glass!!) and be safe, loving and kind. May I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and blessings of Yule.
When you think of a tree what is it that is conjured inside your head? Is it a large gnarled oak with a rough trunk twice the size of any man, with green branches reaching forever outwards? Perhaps lean, silver trunks with silvery leaves that seem to chatter to the wind as it races past? Do you think of fruit bearing trees scattered throughout an orchard or willowy wisps of tendrils that blow gently in the breeze and tickle the earth beneath it?
A single tree or vast forests, trees have been a huge part of our lives since the dawn of man. First we lived in them, then we used it for fuel and to build our homes and tools. Without trees, we would die – simple fact. They are our lungs that also balance the atmosphere, the weather, the climate. Trees are energy, connecting to earth and reaching to sky, they receive everything in-between, every experience and memory.
Throughout our history, people have believed that trees are gateways to other worlds, doors to a different consciousness, holders of memory and wisdom and we have honoured them with gifts. Those who follow the oldest belief system, the origin of Christianity – Paganism, use wood for their wands, their runes, their goblets, their alter to help them connect with the elders and gain tree wisdom.
Who has hugged a tree, or sit beneath one and not felt it’s energy? There is nothing more wonderful than to connect with a tree. I have many that I watch throughout the year and touch as I walk past to feel that ‘connection’, I am also drawn to ‘dead’ trees as the one above, but it is the mighty ‘Oak’ that I am drawn to and have grown my own oak tree from collected acorns.
‘It is wise to listen to the trees, for they tell us much that we might otherwise forget.’ 2nd century Roman author, Tacitus.
If single trees were considered powerful, can you imagine how a whole wood or forest felt like? Druids were able to tap into this power and knowledge as they congregated in sacred groves and sense the echoes of the past, present and future, held within the trees. Every Celtic tribe had a sacred grove, a meeting place marked by either a single tree or a stone marker. ‘It is the centre of their whole religion. It is regarded as the cradle of the race and dwelling place of their supreme god.’ Tacitus.
Slowly, over time, it became known that each tree held different energies and had particular functions. The yew, the trees that seemed to last forever, were considered wise as they were closest to the gods, hence many are found in Christian church yards to help ease those who have passed. At least six yews in Great Britain still exist from thousands of years ago. The birch is considered a pure tree and is useful in guarding against evil. Willow bark is a healing tree and an oak is strong.
It is impossible to talk about trees and not to mention ‘The Green Man’. He is the god of the wood, of nature and earth. He dwells within the trees and comes in many disguises. We see the green man in all folklore and stories passed down through the centuries. Robin Hood, a man with morals who lives within the green, helping those who cannot help themselves. The Ents, in Tolkien’s, Lord of the Rings, he is the ‘Wild Hunt’ in faerie folklore, he is the ‘hooded huntsman’ who wanders the woods protecting nature.
Trees and their wisdom.
Birch – A good beginning leads to a good conclusion
Rowan – Safe in the knowledge of protection
Alder – Defence keeps clear the territory
Willow – From harmony comes inspiration
Ash – Strength grows from deep roots
Hawthorn – Challenge opens the way before us
Oak – No one knows their fate
Holly – Energy fuels every action
Hazel – Seek wisdom in the depths
Apple – Vision lights the way ahead
Blackberry – Gather in what is dearest to you
Ivy – Strength comes from accepting support
Fern – Truth is the preserver of life
Blackthorn – Magic is everywhere
Elder – From sacrifice comes restoration
Scots Pine – Seek an overview
Gorse – Fertility wakes a fire in the mind
White Poplar – Animation is the pulse of life
Yew – Perseverance leads to achievement
Aspen – Gathered strength is strongest
Spindle – Destiny moves us to do great things
Honeysuckle – Wisdom hides in secret places
Beech – What lies beyond the threshold?
Taken from ‘The Green Man Tree Oracle’, by John Mathews
I would suggest closing your eyes and taking some deep breaths and when ready move your finger over the list on the screen and stop when ready. Whatever you’re closest to, even if it is more than one, know it is for you. If trees resonate with you, I would suggest purchasing this book and oracle cards – the wisdom and information is impressive.
So, although this blog is not spooky, though a wood after dark can be quite scary!! I urge you to connect with trees. Find one that grabs your attention. Sit beneath it or on it and breathe deeply. You many begin to feel a connection and ask it questions and listen to the answers that form in your head. Look after that tree and others. Clear rubbish, don’t carve into it or break off healthy branches. Talk to the tree sprites and leave them edible offerings or things that won’t infect the earth. I see people leaving ribbons and ties and bunches of flowers still left in the plastic wrapping – leave flowers, take away the plastic. Use your own strands of hair to leave as offerings, not ribbons or ties. Leave things personal to you that has your energy and see the difference. I occasionally offer strands of my hair which I plait (No more than a few strands by the way – not handfuls!!) as thanks for something achieved.
I look forward to hearing your tree experiences.
Whether you believe in them or not, Angels have been around since the earth began. They have been written about in many books and they appear in many forms, but what are they? Many religions have made references to ‘angelic beings’ but angels don’t belong to any one belief system. They work with any spiritual path, they are universal archetypes though the traditional idea of angels comes from Judaism, Islam and Christianity, the Monotheism religions – meaning, they believe in one God. Polytheistic religions/beliefs means many gods and the ‘angels’ may appear differently, perhaps without wings. Pantheistic believe that God is everywhere and they work with angels along with the various Gods and Goddesses.
So who are the angels? We all have Guardian angels that help us through life continuously from the moment we’re born to our death and beyond. Guardian angels protect us, guide us and keep us safe while we travel our life. But, if we don’t ask for help, they won’t force it on us – we have free will. We always have a minimum of two on either side and more angels are sent if we have asked for extra help and support.
Archangels are the supervisors of all the angelic realms. They oversee everything and they are very powerful, loving beings. They each have specific roles and you can call on any of them to help with particular matters.
Ariel – Protects our physical needs such as money, homes, material support. Aids in environmental support and the healing of animals.
Azreal – Helps departed souls on their journey and supports the grieving people left behind.
Chamuel – This is the finding angel. Bringing you what you are seeking and easing anxiety.
Gabriel – Helps writers, teachers, parents in their work and childbirth and raising our children.
Haniel – Helps to heal women during menstruation and in general. Aids clairvoyance.
Jeremiel – Helps with our emotions, aiding forgiveness and supports us on our healing path, creating positive change.
Jophiel – Heals negative and emotional situations, lifting negative energies and beautifying our environments.
Metatron – Heals learning disorders, supports children, especially those with special needs, Indigo children.
Micheal – Releases our fears and doubts, protects us from ourselves and others whilst also clearing away negativity, bringing forth courage and strength.
Raguel – Brings harmony to relationships and heals past emotional wounds to help bring forth a peaceful life.
Raphael – Heals the mind, body and soul and guides healers.
Raziel – Helping blockages spiritual and mental, helping us get clarity in our lives. Also aids dream interpretations and past life memory.
Sandalphon – Helps heal aggressive behaviours and musicians with bringing their comforting sounds to help people heal.
Uriel – Aids wisdom in our life and helps give us insights and new idea’s to help our path become fulfilled.
Zadkiel – Helps with mental issues and blockages, aiding our memories and also helps release us from lower energies, raising our vibrations.
The angels have many ways of letting us know they are with us. Through our dreams, they can give us a symbolic something, it could be a broom to brush away any negative energy, objects, people that surround you, lowering your own energies, creating unhealthy habits. Perhaps a rainbow to clear and cleanse your life following an emotional disturbance. There are too many to go through, but they include, feathers, many people see white feathers awake and in their dreams. Cups, boxes, an animal guide, colours, wings, a loving embrace – anything that can help you in your life. If you dream of something, look it up and see if it resonates with you. Listen to your gut feelings and believe that you are loved and guided.
As well as Guardians and Archangels, we also have Powers, virtues, dominions, thrones, cherubs, seraphim and principalities, though these are not as involved with us and the earth as the first two.
Angels come in many forms. I personally see flashes of light to let me know angels are with me. Others see beings, with or without wings, usually translucent, beautiful and awe-inspiring to look at. They have no skin so no colourings, but they glow in their colours of energy. They have no gender, though some of their qualities seem to convey either feminine or masculine qualities. They come in all shapes and sizes, from tall and majestic to tiny cherub babies, though as yet, I am not confident that they have tiny bows and arrows to promote love between two people!!
To connect with your angels, sit quietly and invite them to come into your life, make their presence known and ask for guidance with a problem and look for the signs they will show you. Most times, we don’t trust what we feel. Our head takes over in our busy lives and we ignore the ‘gut feeling’. Learn to quieten your mind and truly listen. Don’t question the answer, just trust it and see what happens.
I could write so much on angels, but there are so many books out there that can guide you. I would always recommend, Doreen Virtue books and meditation CD, that have personally helped me open my eyes and my heart.
May I wish you joy and love on your journey and I sincerely hope you find what you are seeking to bring you peace in your life. Be kind to everyone, be compassionate, find your humanity and spread love, not anger.
Slips in Time
I have always been fascinated by these phenomena, ever since I first read of two incidents in the 19th century, as a child. Firstly, a man named James Worson of Warwickshire, England, was challenged by his friends to run a 40 mile marathon in the dead of night. So, on September 3rd 1873, he set off with his friends following behind. The first few miles went well, but suddenly, James seemed to pitch forward, as though he’d stumbled. He gave a blood-curdling scream and disappeared before his body touched the ground.
His friends were stunned and searched the area, but no trace of James could be found. They quickly reported his disappearance to the authorities and searched the scene with police and scouts for many hours. The body of James was never found.
This story first appeared in the book, Present at a Hanging and Other Ghost Stories, written by Bierce.
My second story is centred on a farmer, named David Lang, who in September 1880, disappeared in front of his wife, his two children and two visitors that happened to be driving up the driveway in their horse and buggy, a lawyer and his brother-in-law.
David Lang was standing in the middle of his field. His wife could see him from the porch and his children were playing nearby. As David turned to greet his guests, he disappeared in mid-step, right in front of them. His wife’s screams filled the air and the two men searched the area immediately. A strange burnt circle was found on the ground where he disappeared and it was said that nothing would grow within some distance of the area. No animals would go near it and supposedly, one of his children wandered into the circle and could hear her father’s cries for help, until they eventually faded away.
No body was ever found and Mrs Lang never recovered from the experience. The field was never used again, until after her death.
Both of these stories have never been validated, in fact, no David Lang or his family have ever been found to own that particular farm – but hey, a damn fine story nonetheless!
As a child, these two stories fired my imagination. Could there really be time slips and parallel universes?
I believe that I have experienced something similar.
Many years ago, I had a beloved dog, Barnaby, a black and white Labrador cross. We went everywhere together and walked daily. One day, I took a friend to one of my favourite places in Wales, Pityll Rhaedre – the tallest waterfall in Wales. It can be found at the end of a long, single lane track, surrounded by hills and woods and moors. Trails in all directions lead you out on the moor or through the woods. My friend was busy with her photography, so I decided to stroll awhile alone. I felt at ease here, in nature, always had. And was aware of eyes upon me and knew the place to be sacred with various energies, some good, and some bad.
As I walked, Barnaby ran ahead as usual. The day was blue skies, sunny, with a slight October chill. As I rounded a track, I could see Barnaby standing, looking at me. He was perhaps fifteen feet away, but something about him made me stop. He was perfectly still, as though frozen and his eyes were different, not the brown, loving eyes I knew, but something dark and threatening. He was no longer black and white, but all black and bigger, more like a Rottweiler, a big one.
I stepped slowly closer and became aware of a sudden stillness. Nothing moved. No leaves, no branch, no birds, nothing. The area I knew so well seemed odd, different, but the same. It’s hard to describe, but I knew I had stepped into another space, dimension, call it what you will, but that was not my dog watching me and I was no longer in present day Wales.
The moment lasted a minute, perhaps less, then as if a switch had been flicked, Barnaby seemed to shiver, shook himself and came bounding over to me whining. My legs gave way and together we huddled into each other for a few minutes as I fought for breath and my body to stop shaking.
I walked back towards the waterfall, the cafe and people and sighed with relief when I saw I was still in my own time. My friend still clicking away as she had been when I left half an hour before, though she did say I hadn’t been gone long. I asked her how long I’d been gone – she said no more than five possibly ten minutes – but I knew I’d been gone at least half an hour. Was this perceived time? Had my friend merely lost half an hour in her joy of photography, or had I really only been gone for five minutes – in her time? We may never know, but I do know for sure, I had stepped into something else. A faerie realm? A space between times? I don’t know.
Time slips happen frequently and in the most unlikely of places. A well documented one that happens to people is in Liverpool city of all places, in Bond Street. People have claimed to step backwards to the 1950’s or 60’s and one lady experienced even later, the 19th century. All for just a few brief seconds, but enough to cause confusion at what they are actually seeing. (I used this within Between Worlds, along with the two 19th century stories.)
During my research I found many interesting experiences by various people of all walks of life and have concluded that there is more to our universe than man can ever allow himself to understand or believe. Energy is everything. Energy has a way of finding a way through and if someone is present during this breakthrough, then they may experience something wonderfully scary.
Faeries – Tinkerbell or not?
(I actually have this picture on my bedroom wall – I did the jigsaw – love it!)
Now, we’ve all heard of little Tinkerbell in Peter Pan and she’s small and dainty and glows, but is this the real way that faeries are? I grew up with the magical, colourful pictures and poetry of Cicely Mary Barker whose The complete book of Flower Faeries inspired me to write my own stories when my daughter was small. Adventures of Faerie folk is now available in the world of Amazon.
By Alan Jones
However, there was another book titled Faeries by Brian Froud and Alan Lee that portrayed faeries in quite another way. These faeries were almost always naked and the various types of supernatural beings were on occasion frightening and menacing. They created a whole different attitude towards the faerie realm and where one MUST be careful at all times.
Faeries within the world of Cicely are fairly typical. They each have their own flower, nut or berry to protect and they live within nature. Whether they interact with humans is never certain, but there’s a nice, twee feel to each faerie, that they care for life and have important jobs to do within this world.
Faeries can also be portrayed as nasty little creatures, who happily carry off babies, leaving behind their own child in its place, a changeling. This creature is sick and hideous according to stories, and many hundreds of years ago when changelings were believed to exist without any doubts, parents would be convinced that their child was a changeling if it was born a sickly child and they would leave it out in the woods, hoping the faeries would take it back and return their healthy babe. Of course, the child died from exposure, but the parents believed their child to be living a life in the faerie realm instead.
Along with faeries there are pixies, goblins, trolls, dwarfs, elf, (though this was considered the old word for faerie) I suppose even ‘Hobbits’ are now considered a type of supernatural being?!
Nobody really knows how faeries came into being. There are many version of how they came into our belief system. Some believe they came from Eve, others they came from the corpse of the giant Ymir, others that they are fallen angels. Wherever they came from, they have been in existence as long as man has walked the earth.
I believe they are light beings, energy from Mother nature who help and guide us if we ask. I believe that I was honoured to see an elemental in one of my healing classes. A very bright ball of light, zipped around one lady in the group, before vanishing. I feel blessed to have witnessed that, whatever it was.
So, where can you find faeries? Faerie rings are dangerous places to be near at dawn and dusk, apparently. Do not step within the circle or you could be whisked off to the realm of the faeries. What may seem like only minutes to you, can in fact be many years of our time. Faerie land can be within a hill, within a wood, ancient circles, earthworks, forts and barrows are all considered places where a faerie realm may dwell.
So, if you are ever invited by a strange being to visit a faerie hill, do not do so lightly. Never eat or drink anything offered, and do not accept a kiss, as all of these things can prevent you from returning to your own world.
So, if you do believe in faeries, you can create an alter for them, using anything from nature, include tea lights, feathers, flowers, a figure of a faerie. Never ever have anything with lead in it. You can have the alter inside or out, and remember to put out cake, honey and milk on occasions if asking for their healing.
Happy blessings to you faeries.
UFO’s – Unidentified Flying Objects – Apparently?
Now, for me, that title is wrong. Things we have been seeing in the skies over many decades are identified, they are not unknown, but okay, they are flying – or are they hovering? Am I being pedantic?! There are some great and visually interesting video’s out there on youtube of hovering crafts that disappear in a flash of light – intriguing indeed. I am one of millions who is convinced that they have seen, something, be it a hovering craft, a silent Frisbee looking thing or a black triangular mass that is able to go at such speeds it defies the mind. OR are they merely incredible cloud formations and our minds do the rest? Is it Mother Nature’s biggest joke?
My experience, was many years ago in the hills of Wales, my country. I had walked up a hill, very late at night, to sit among a stone circle and mediate with Mother Nature. I was not alone. We had been there perhaps fifteen minutes or so when we looked up into the clear black sky to marvel at the array of stars when we noticed three pinpricks of light moving within those stars, but lower. We watched as they came nearer, until they were almost hovering above us but too high to reach up and touch – I know, I tried. By this time they were in a triangular formation and glowed bright white of about tennis ball size. Abruptly, they moved, actually, they zoomed off and up, moving so fast, we couldn’t keep up with them, then we’d see them further in the sky, then they’d move left, right, zipping around the night sky, always in a triangular shape, but it is impossible for me to tell you how big as it changed and it was too far away.
This dance lasted about ten minutes or so, before they shot into the stars and disappeared from our sight.
We sat for a very long time hoping they would return – they did not. We eventually stood, a little shaken and made our way back to the car a mile away. My legs shook from adrenalin and the knowledge that I had witnessed something in the sky that was beautiful and I had had the privilege to see it. In this case, I cannot tell you what they were, merely balls of energy that worked together, for whatever purpose – in this, it is unidentified. Or where they part of something larger? Coming to feel the energy of the stone circle perhaps? Some believe that the circles are maps for beings who can see them from the sky – remember the great drawings on the earth – the Nazca lines of Peru – they can be seen from the surrounding hills, but also the sky – who reads them?
I do believe that the governments around the world are not so vague; they know exactly what these flying objects are and have done for some time. I do believe aliens walk among us and have been observing our destruction of Mother Earth. They do not come from ‘outer space’, but ‘inner space’. Dimensions within, that we have no understanding of, and yet, spiritually, we touch it every day – perhaps?
I do not believe in monsters, except those human beings who bring destruction on others. I do not believe in reptiles taking the skin of those in power and walking among us to eventually destroy the world – human beings are doing a pretty good job of that on their own.
I would love to hear your experiences and your opinions of aliens and UFO. Add a comment or contact me via contact page.
Take care of yourselves and each other, for are we not all unique and capable of such beautiful actions. P.J
Harry Price -Ghost hunter or Fraud?
Now, okay, I know I said I would write about ‘ghostly objects’ next, but having just watched ‘Harry Price, Ghost hunter’ over Christmas, it reminded me just how much this man fascinated me as a small child. As I was very aware of the ghostly realm at such an early age, reading about this man who found ways to capture evidence was astounding and I read up on him.
Born 1881 and died 1948, Harry became one of the must go to people whenever there was anything supernatural going on. He was a writer, journalist, engineer and conjurer among other things and he investigated countless mediums, paranormal ‘hauntings’ and psychic phenomena. He wrote many best-selling books and articles on the subject and was praised by many but considered a fraud by others. It is through one of his most controversial investigations that I became aware of him – The Borley Rectory haunting.
This apparent supernatural hot spot intrigued me from such an early age, I think I learned to read English whilst reading the book that is now so worn and old (Nearly forty years!). Borley Rectory found in Sussex was considered one if not the most haunted house in England at the time and rests in the village of Borley. Built in 1862 to house the rector of the village it was damaged by a fire in 1939 and sadly demolished a few years later.
There were reports of it being haunted almost from day one of it being built. Bangs and noises heard throughout the house and the ghostly nun that apparently walked its gardens before disappearing if anyone got close. The victim of a forbidden love affair with a monk who had been bricked up alive in the convent walls for her crime of passion. The monastery and/or convent were supposed to be within the grounds of the rectory. In 1938 it was finally confirmed that there was no historic basis for this sad tale. The Daily Mail published an account of Harry Price’s investigation into the paranormal goings on in 1929. Harry wrote two books on his findings.
There were many disagreements surrounding his findings and many claimed he had falsified evidence and sightings of the spirit nun were rejected by the Society of Psychical Research which didn’t help Harry Price’s reputation. This did not however quell the public’s interest in this haunting and books and television programmes sprouted from the interest. In September 1956 a programme by the BBC about the alleged manifestations was cancelled due to concerns of legal action by Marianne Foyster, who was the widow of the last rector to live in the house and who had been a possible victim of the haunting, if the stories are to be believed.
Paranormal events include:
- Unexplained footsteps heard not long after the home was built in 1863.
- 1900, four daughters of the rector, Henry Dawson Ellis Bull, saw what looked like a nun walking near the house. This apparition was seen most frequently.
- A ghostly coach and horses driven by headless coachmen has been seen by villagers for many years.
- The skull of a young woman was found in a brown paper bag apparently and soon after the family reported a variety of incidents including the sounds of servant bells ringing despite their being disconnected, lights appearing in windows and unexplained footsteps.
- Throwing of stones, a vase and other objects.
- Spirit messages were tapped out from the frame of a mirror. As soon as Harry Price left, these ceased. Mrs Smith later said that she suspected Price.
- Bell-ringing, windows shattering, throwing of stones and bottles, wall-writing, and the locking of their daughter in a room with no key.
- Marianne Foyster reported to her husband a whole range of poltergeist activity that included her being thrown from her bed. Adelaide was attacked by “something horrible”
- Foyster tried twice to conduct an exorcism, but he failed. During the first attempt he was struck in the shoulder by a fist-size stone. Because of the publicity in the Daily Mirror, these incidents attracted the attention of several psychic researchers, who believed they were being caused by Marianne, consciously or unconsciously.
- Marianne later admitted that she was having an affair with the lodger and had faked some phenomena to hide her activities.
Following the Foyster’s departure, Price took over the house in 1937 and recruited people to come and gain evidence of the haunting. A Helen Glanville stated that she’d made contact with a nun through the use of a planchette séance. The nun named Marie had been murdered and buried. Wall writings appeared, one said ‘Marianne, help me get out’.
Another spirit contacted during this time named itself as Sunex Amures and claimed that he would set fire to the rectory at nine o’clock on 27th March 1938. It didn’t happen!
On 27 February 1939 the new owner of the rectory, Captain W. H. Gregson, accidentally knocked over an oil lamp in the hallway. The fire spread quickly through the house. After investigating the cause of the blaze the insurance company concluded that the fire had been started deliberately.
Miss Williams from nearby Borley Lodge said she saw the figure of the ghostly nun in the upstairs window. In August 1943 Harry Price conducted a brief dig in the cellars of the ruined house and discovered two bones thought to be of a young woman. The bones were given a Christian burial in Liston churchyard, after the parish of Borley refused to allow the ceremony to take place on account of the local opinion that the bones found were those of a pig.
So for me whatever this man had been in life, he had caused intrigue, fascination, chatter and excitement. For me he was a man I wish I’d known. Whether a fraud or an honest man who really did exist in a paranormal world but where people found it just too weird and frightening to contemplate, is one for you to decide. For me, Harry Price will always be a man I wish I’d had a conversation over a pint or two.
Next month – something weird!
Ghostly Ladies who float about a bit!
So, what is the job of a woman in any supernatural setting? To scare or to tease? Or perhaps do nothing but to simply float about a bit? Let’s look at what we have to work with:
A lady of sorts, usually in a long flowing dress of variable colours to which many have spun some lovelorn tale to make the dress her wedding gown. Sightings over many years have her wearing grey, white, green, brown or blue, even pink on occasion if she’s feeling girly. She tends to merely float about a bit, moaning for some lost, forgotten love who either died tragically or spurned her for another foolish lady. She can usually be found in a castle setting or the site of her rejection where she took her own life out of despair. Of course, there is always the ‘lady in black’ who does more than moan, she stares really, really hard and kills off children and the main character!
Perhaps the elderly nanny type is more to your taste. A kindly, gentle soul who is usually caught loitering around children’s bedrooms to either tuck them in or sing them an old lullaby. If they are unlucky, she might even tickle their toes and hover horizontally over their beds. After a few visits and a brief description from the unaffected child in question who are finally taken seriously by their exhausted parents, the spectral granny is usually found to be some long lost relative of the family or a woman of the nursing variety who once lived in the house.
Now, the banshee is nothing gentle or quiet, but is considered an omen and wails enough to make some kind of a point. It seems she only likes the families of any Celtic origin and hangs around said families for generations, making sure each child reaching a certain age is told of said family hag. She appears or is heard whenever some tragedy is on its way, yet not enough time for the family to thwart said tragedy of course!
The seductive spectre who likes nothing more than to ‘touch up’ any men within her space is a quiet temptress, so far as no wailing or screeching involved, (so far as I know anyway?). Sometimes being so bold as to slide in between the sheets and caress said man with her cold hands, perhaps steal a kiss or two before she is stopped in her ghostly attempts when the man either tires of freezing hands on his skin or his other half puts a stop to the proceedings with either a shriek or a slap or running out of the room, pulling the reluctant spouse behind her!
Faeries walk, or if tales are to be believed, fly around stories, stealing children and replacing them with changelings and seducing men in the hope that they can entice them into the faerie realm. There are so many variations of faerie, dark or light beings, big, ugly creatures or tiny beings with gossamer wings whose only job is to care for the world we live in and take away teeth, replacing it with cash.
Now witches, if fables are to be believed are warty, hairy, green skinned old hags with pointy hats and pointy chins who eat up children after enticing them with sweets and biscuits and flying around on broomsticks hastily followed by flying monkeys. They mean only harm to us and will endeavour to do so unless a good faerie or witch can be found. Oh, and apparently they cackle…
The brown lady otherwise known as ‘Lady Dorothy Townshend of Raynham hall in Norfolk’. Taken by two ‘Country Life’ photographers in 1936.
Let us not forget the ‘famous ladies’ who’s nightly exercises have been attributed to a well known woman who lived in the house, castle or cafe and so it must be her or why else would she come back? Some have recognised her face from a portrait hanging in some gallery, yet we are more than aware that painters of old sneakily used any old face to use as a template? They may be old Queens, princesses, Duchesses who have either been beheaded and feel a bit miffed at having their lives cut short on a man’s whimsical decisions or they have apparently loved the place so much, they refuse to leave it to the next generation and basically say, ‘if you want the house, you get me for free’!
Whatever the role of women is in a supernatural setting, be she good, bad, or ugly, she certainly makes her presence known and leaves you in no doubt that you have witnessed the love, passion or heartbreak of woman.
Our perception of a ‘haunted home’ is along the lines of an old, gothic mansion found squatting at the end of a long, narrow driveway that has become so overgrown by nature it has been forgotten by the populace. Perhaps an iron gate hangs precariously off its hinges and creaks loudly as the visitor forces their way inside the grounds. Grotesque statues stare blindly down on the cowering guest as yes, you guessed it, a flash of lightening lightens up the dark, brooding sky as night swiftly falls, entombing the idiot who decided to check it out at such an ungodly hour in the first place!
Hammer House films used this picture regularly as it had the desired effect; it un-nerved the viewer, getting their heart rates up, ready for what was about to pounce onto the screen.
Hmmm, possibly too cliché for me?
I have yet to come across any such house. Most haunted homes look like yours and mine, a three bedroom semi with a nice family, perhaps a dog and a yard to play in. Yet this is so hard to perceive by the younger generation who regularly slaughter zombies and fellow humans left right and centre on their tiny screens?
Consider if you will, ‘The Shining’ by Stephen King. Fear oozed from me as I watched it, but this was no gothic mansion or tumbled down Victorian house, this was a huge, fairly modern hotel. The sheer expanse of it was what, for me, made this more terrifying than a gothic, claustrophobic house could ever be. The long, open corridors, the grand dance hall, the very reception hall was open, leaving you in no doubt, there wasn’t anything hiding behind a door or chair, yet you knew they were NOT alone, you just couldn’t see it all the time. The echo of the tennis ball bouncing off the wall, only enhanced the fact of complete isolation and space – spooky!
So consider the ‘ordinary’ house yet inside manifestations of all kinds are going on, such as a poltergeist having a full on temper tantrum and making mincemeat of your furniture. A ghostly apparition that glides down the average stairs and stands over the quivering occupants, perhaps pointing in that obvious fashion they like to do? Even more terrifying would be the disembodied voice that yells at the owners to ‘GET OUT!’ but of course, they can’t, they have nowhere else to go. For many, this is more disturbing than the original concept of the haunted house. Your everyday Joe who cannot just pack up and move, they’ve put their heart, soul and last bit of cash into the building. There is nothing sinister about their surroundings except for their extra guests.
Looking further into that notion – how spooky is a ‘bungalow’ or a modern high rise flat? Perhaps a caravan is rocking all by itself or a picturesque cottage sitting silently in a beautiful, colourful garden is the host of some malevolent force? Why isn’t a ghost haunting a tent or yurt? If the theory is to be believed that ghosts aren’t ‘haunting’ the home so much as the area the home is now located and its just bad luck, then why not a tipi, a dog’s kennel or a shed?
Having spoken with a variety of spirit, the majority are ‘stuck’ within that boundary area and sadly if your home falls into the category, tough. Yet it’s also about the home, loving or bad memories keep a spirit locked within its walls. What is clear is that spirit can move, go anywhere if necessary, ghosts cannot as they are mere energy formed on that area, a replay, residual energy that a cleansing may help evaporate. A spirit has consciousness and therefore, if you annoy him or her, or get their attention, regardless of what you live in, be prepared to either move, or work with them to remove the obstacle that will allow them to leave and be at peace. After all, isn’t that what we all want?
If we can conceive that we have souls and can return in that state as ghosts then surely it is also conceivable that animals of all types can also return as are we not also animal? Having lost many precious cats and my darling dog I feel them around me and on numerous occasions have been convinced that I have seen them. Orbs are seen around my three surviving cats and sometimes they appear to be interacting with these energies – are they the spirits of my cats and dog?
So what is the most popular ghostly animal that is seen? Having researched a little, it would seem dogs and horses are close, but usually the horse has a ghostly rider so does this count?! Cats are also frequent, even rabbits. Tigers are another that is seen.
So why do our loyal friends come back? Even before death our dogs can be so loyal they refuse to leave us even when we die as in the case of ‘Bobby’ the famous skye terrier dog from Scotland who would sit on his master’s grave for fourteen years until his own demise and the dog was buried in Greyfriers graveyard with his owner. People claim to still see the dog in the graveyard.
Over the years many reports of phantom dogs have been recorded. All over the world black and white dogs are witnessed, some have red eyes and are warnings of impending death. ‘The Black Shuck’ roams the East Anglia coast of England, along with ‘Striker’ and ‘Pad foot’ among many. It seems every county of England has a ghostly dog. Black dogs have been associated with guardians of the underworld such as Cwn Annwn or the Wild Hunt. Most belong to the devil and will rip your soul from your body and carry you to hell … apparently!
Now ghostly cats appear to be much gentler in their haunting. Most people feel a cat brush past their leg only to find nothing there or something will move, like a ball of string as if something is playing with it. After my three cats died, pens would roll for no reason or I’d find pens I’d left on the windowsill on the floor. After speaking with a lady who communicated with animals, she informed me the pens were them. I had told her nothing about the pens incidents so it blew my mind!
I know, they look soooo cute!
Bigger cats though can still cause a lot of problems, even death. One of my favourite stories growing up was of the white tiger. An English couple had moved to India in the late 1800’s as the husband was a high ranking soldier. Soon after moving, the wife became pregnant after years of trying and had a boy. When the boy was about ten, his father had got into hunting game and had ‘accidentally’ killed an elder of a local village whilst hunting and killing a tiger. It turned out that this elder had suffered with leprosy and in a panic the husband had shot him thinking the man was going to touch him because he was trying to stop him killing the sacred tiger.
Nothing was ever done and the husband got away with murder. The family cursed him and his family but he didn’t believe in that nonsense. Soon after, reports of a ghostly white tiger reached him and although he considered it ridiculous, he was ordered to go and search for this tiger which would make a fine trophy. He decided to take his ten year old son with him and make him a man, ignoring his wife’s pleas not to.
After some time the tiger was spotted. It turned and faced the husband and ran at full pelt towards him. In the last second, it veered to the right and the father pushed his son behind him, but the tiger leapt towards the boy. In that instant, it disappeared. Later, they noticed a small scratch on the boy’s neck but thought nothing of it until he began to show signs of illness. He died soon after of leprosy. The wife never recovered from her grief and died of a broken heart. The husband lost everything, his honour, his home, his position along with his family; he put a gun to his mouth and pulled the trigger. It is said the white tiger is still seen, along with the ghost of the husband.
Isn’t that a great story!! I love it! True? No idea, but it was one of the first ghost stories I ever read so I hope it is.
Now horses, many of them have been seen on battlegrounds like Gettysburg in America and in England hundreds were seen as they re-lived the battle of Edge hill. Lonely riders have been reported for years in every country. In Avebury, England, a rider was witnessed as he rode his horse across the plains at full pelt. Some believe he is a messenger still trying to get his message to someone, Roman judging from his dress. Riders from Viking, Pict, and Celt have all been seen also, along with cowboys and Native Americans fighting for their land, all on phantom horses. I have not yet come across a story with a horse alone.
Neither have I found stories on mice, bugs, spiders, snakes or the majority of animals but I’m sure if I digged deep enough I’d love to find a ghostly story of ‘Skippy the kangaroo’ or a phantom chinchilla! Let me know of any.
‘Man is the only species that someday realizes that he or she will terminate and leave this world. All other species simply exist from day to day and die without being able to communicate to us that possibility that they in fact are dying’
I came across the above statement during my research and cried out in frustration. This just isn’t true. What about the bull who cried when he was about to be butchered? It broke the hearts of those willing to kill animals and they banded together to pay for his life. What about the calves and cows that bellow and cry in fear knowing death is coming. They understand and feel the horror of separation. Dogs and cats frequently display body language that proves that they know what death is and grieve. I myself watched my own cat ‘Horus’ grieve for his siblings and mother who tragically died on the road. His whole demeanour changed and he became a different cat, refusing to go near a road again.
Every animal feels and if we took the time to watch and understand, we’d see that they communicate their fears to us and then perhaps we wouldn’t act in such a superior manner and butcher them if we knew they had souls too.
Enjoy your day and remember, say hello to the dead, nobody likes to be forgotten
(or a very noisy, annoying energy caused by a teenager having a tantrum?!)
So, what the hell is a poltergeist? I have heard many different versions of the same story, it is energy caused by someone – usually a hormonal teenager and this energy manifests itself as a destructive force – usually – or is it? Can we really blame this on hormones?
We only hear of the destructive side of poltergeists, or what is perceived as one. It seems to me, if a living human cannot see said spirit, then it is put down to a poltergeist as the only explanation. I have a big problem with this, in that, most human beings cannot see a ghost or spirit as they choose not to, but every paranormal event that is classed as poltergeist is surely not always the case? What if some pissed off spirit is just annoyed at you? You see the object being thrown, but not the thrower??
As with these television programmes, they have the lights off like idiots, so of course they won’t see a stone being thrown, or a vase moving, or drum, in fact anything really, but I’ve already had my rant about this stupid thinking!! However I have witnessed ‘poltergeist’ activity in daylight – because ghosts/spirit don’t care what time it is … no, won’t go back there either!!
As a young child, I ‘played’ with a poltergeist or spirit. I cannot recall ever seeing him, and why I have always referred to it as ‘him’ I can’t say, but he was named ‘George’ and although he did a few scary things, it didn’t really frighten us, it was normal to us as children. Doors would open and shut by themselves and door handles would go up and down. We’d put an object down and ask ‘George’ to hide it, sure enough, he would and we’d go and find the wooden spoon, or my brother’s truck. The bed shook on occasion (this was so much fun, it was like a rodeo!) We would find our toys moved and on one occasion I found my books piled up in the corner of my bedroom like a tower.
Now, on reflection, our lives at that time were not easy in the seventies with our father away a lot working and my mother bringing up three adopted children while miscarrying her own. If this is energy created by its surroundings, I would concur that there was a lot of energy going on in that house, both good and bad. However, no teenagers, no hormones, but lots of stress and tension.
My next contact with this type of ‘haunting’ was near Bury, England. I worked in a kennels and cattery and the house and lands were very old. I became aware almost immediately of a young girl who watched me working most days and of a groom who would stand at an upstairs window waiting for someone. After a few weeks of being there I began to notice objects would move within seconds of being put down. Then it progressed to larger objects being moved to further locations that were impossible as they would have had to pass by someone, but nobody ever saw the objects move they would just appear elsewhere. My name was called often, bangs were heard, doors opened, but was this the girl, the groom or energy of another kind? Again, there was a lot going on for me and other employees and there were teenage girls, but things happened even when they were not there, so was it me who created this energy? Or someone/something else?
Is it a poltergeist if it isn’t destructive because it is moving objects around? Living in Hoylake on the Wirral we had a spirit of a young man who had a thing for underwear – bra’s to be more precise! I would come across underwear that wasn’t mine for large breasted ladies and on occasion my ironing would be taken to my bed when left downstairs in a pile. He wasn’t scary, just something that hung around for a while until he found his peace. So though I never ‘saw’ him, I knew when he was around as my things would be moved – so under what heading is this?
I find that I cannot come to a satisfactory conclusion with ‘poltergeists’. I understand why they were given the name ‘noisy spirit’ but whether it is an energy being created or it is someone who has moved into spirit who is annoyed or merely trying to get attention, we may never know.