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Well here it is, my spooky but I hope an interesting blog. I have always been interested in ghosts – I think I have every ghost book available that doesn’t replicate information. I have never been frightened, only fascinated as aged five or so I used to play with a poltergeist! We named him (it) George and we’d laugh as the beds rattled – I thought it was like being on a rodeo horse! We’d clap when the doors banged shut and play hide and seek with the objects that went missing. “George has hidden them again – lets go and look etc”
I ‘knew’ when ghosts were around and I was always sensitive to places and people and as I grew older I’d be asked to visit places to try and talk to the spirits and find out what the problem was. If there was one, I’d help them find a solution that helped them move on. If they were happy to stay, I didn’t interfere, I respect them and they appreciate that.
I met some odd characters along the way and many with a sad story to tell, but some made me laugh.
And so, as you can see in this very brief outline of my life, ghosts and spirits have played a major role in my life and continue to do so. Our home is visited every day and orbs are seen in every photograph taken.
I know there are countless articles and websites and blogs committed to this, however I thought I’d put my own two penny worth in and see where it leads. So come with me on my journey and I hope you find something that will interest you, make you think, spark up a discussion or just make you smile ♥
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.