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I think most of us are familiar with the concept of the guardian angel, who stays with you throughout your life on earth, guiding you and shielding you from danger and harm.
Some mediums believe most of us have spirit guides, known as “Doorkeepers”, that stay with an individual from a time prior to birth right through to the afterlife and beyond.
Whether that is true I cannot say, but over the years I have collected many accounts of a mysterious benevolent force preventing death and injury in the lives of people, and here are just a couple of these intriguing cases.
At 6.30pm one dark autumnal evening, in October, 1973, a 19-year-old Kirkby woman named Sylvia went to help her husband, Ken, who was serving in a mobile shop.
Sylvia was 5½ months pregnant, and as she made her way to the shop on wheels, she had to walk over an expanse of treacherous waste ground which was still slippery from a recent heavy downpour.
Sylvia slipped, and both of her feet came off the ground as she tumbled backwards, but the young pregnant woman never landed on her back because something “caught her” in mid-air and gently lowered her down to the ground, and that unseen something felt like a giant pair of hands.
Sylvia was sure that, if those invisible hands had not saved her, she would probably have fallen heavily and miscarried.
In 1965, an unearthly mimic saved the life of a girl on Cornett Road, off Longmoor Lane, Aintree. A 14-year-old named Mary attended Sherwood Lane Girls’ Secondary Modern School, and after the 4 o’clock bell had rung, Mary would go to Hartley’s newsagents for a bag of sweets before going home.
Mary’s beauty soon caught the eye of a 15-year-old boy named Sam Miller, of Inglis Road.
He started following Mary, and became hopelessly besotted by her to such an extent, he would often stand opposite the girl’s home on Cornett Road of an evening and gaze up at Mary’s window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her silhouette on the lemon-coloured curtains.
Three days into this stalking behaviour, infatuated Sam saw something that froze his blood. Just before 9pm, he saw Mary’s silhouette come into view on the curtains.
The girl seemed to be standing on a chair for a few moments – then she dropped slightly and hung there, plainly suspended by a rope or cord.
She swung sideways, and Sam ran across the road and hammered on Mary’s door until her bald bullet-headed father answered.
‘Mary’s hanged herself!’ Sam shrieked, and the girl’s father was understandably taken aback by this remark. ‘Where?’ he asked. ‘Up in her room!’ a tearful Sam told him.
Mary’s father looked down at the teenager with a puzzled expression.
‘She isn’t in her room, lad. Why, here she is now!’ he said, and looked down the road.
There was Mary walking towards her house. Sam backed away from the furious man and ran off, feeling confused and a fool.
Three days later, Mary was found red-handed in her bedroom, trying to make a noose from a length of washing line.
She intended to end it all, for she was being bullied by a gang of local girls.
Her father had seen his daughter go upstairs with the washing line, and, recalling the chilling claim of Sam Miller earlier that week, he became suspicious and followed Mary up to her room.
She’d been saved by the eerie premonition that her admirer had seen three nights before.
Mary and Sam dated for three years and later married.
religiondispatches.org - A scholar of the religion known as Vodou (or Voodoo, if you’re Anglo) tells how she saved a small cloth ritual object from desecration by a gang of spooked professors.
I am now the guardian of a Vodou doll that has wreaked havoc at my university. I first learned of him last week, when a colleague in the art history department sent me a mysterious message. Could she bring him by so I could take a look at him? She did not disclose where he came from or how he ended up over at art history instead of my own department, religious studies.
Both my research and personal interest were piqued, and I invited them over for Friday—but on that morning I ran into some difficulty. My husband’s car would not start; the doll would have to wait. I called my colleague and suggested a Monday meeting. She took the news a bit ominously, mentioning that other faculty had been having “bad luck” since his arrival in their lives.
Monday morning I waited with eager anticipation for my colleague’s arrival. I must confess that I was ready to wow her with my expertise of Afro-Caribbean religion. I must also admit I was expecting an elaborate doll, one worthy of inspection by professors of the fine arts. Instead, I was handed a Kodak slide tray box containing a medium-sized cloth doll, along with a bag of candy corns. His eyes are two slits of white thread, his pants, hat, and scarf are red, his shirt a light purple. He looks like something you would buy at a tourist stand. In fact, as I gazed at him, that is where I assumed he came from.
But no. He was discovered by workmen. The computer in one of the university’s classrooms had been crashing, and no one could fix it. Finally a tech person came and took the computer out of its cabinet. There he was, wedged behind it. The computer was fixed.
My colleague did not want to leave him to perform any more mischief so he was brought to her department. Faculty were not pleased; a modernist in the department said to “get rid of him.” Others joined in to demand his exit. As a way of appeasing him, someone gave him an offering of candy corn. And then he came to me. He had nowhere else to go. It was either I take him, or the plan was to dig a hole, pour some rum and gunpowder on him, and bury him. The idea of PhDs sitting around plotting the burial and destruction of a doll makes me smile even now. I thought that sort of irrational superstition only happened in religious studies—apparently, we are not alone.
Vodou dolls and zombies are associated with the Hollywood popularization and vilification of Vodou, a rich African Diaspora religion that is too often reduced to witchcraft and sorcery. As a scholar that works on Afro-Caribbean religion, I cannot tell you how many times I get calls from journalists wanting me to denounce Vodou, describe it as satanic, list it as a possible explanation for a case of torture or ritual death.
When I teach students about Vodou they are intrigued and often fearful; field trips to Vodou house temples evoke an excitement that no visit to a church ever provokes. When I teach Catholicism, I do not get inundated with emails from undergrads asking to meet a priest. When I teach about Vodou (and consequently Santería), I get flooded with desperate emails asking me to reveal the name of a “good” Vodou priest that can give them a spiritual consultation or help them with a “spell.” I do not associate Vodou with superstition, but too often I find it reduced to superstition or “black” magic.
I have searched long and hard for the origins of Vodou doll mythology. La Regla de Palo Monte, whose origins are Bantú (sub-Saharan African), is an Afro-Cuban religion. The name Palo comes from practitioners’ use of branches and trees. While the various religions described as Reglas de Congo have their origins in the Congo region, in Cuba they have been decidedly influenced by Yoruba religion. Palo Monte ritual centers around the Nganga. In Bantú religion nganga refers to priests or ritual leaders; however, in Cuba it came to refer to the cauldron used in Palo Monte ritual practices. This cauldron carries relics, most often a skull, of a deceased person with whom a priest has entered a ritual contract. Also, some paleros were known to make figures to attack enemies, such as their slave masters. This is perhaps the origin of the contemporary mythology behind the pop-culture Vodou doll. The collapse of two African religious traditions—one Cuban, one Haitian—does not surprise me.
The doll who sits in my office is not the type of doll you stick needles in. I am not even sure he is a Vodou doll. And yet, his black cloth skin and his scarf evoked feelings of fear and mistrust among a group of university professors. The mythology of evil surrounding Vodou, surrounding black religion, remains. I have nestled him between an image of the Mayan god Maximon and an image of the Yoruban orisha Bablú Ayé. I decided he would feel at home with other marginalized and often misinterpreted religious figures.
He has been with me now for twenty-four hours. I am happy to say, as a type this reflection, that my computer is working fine.
The following is an historical tale about a poltergeist that was stranger than most as the cause might not have been a spirit, or the unconsciousness mind of a adolescent child so common in poltergeist cases, but of someone who consciously caused it while alive.
It was supposed to have begun one day in 1661. A magistrate named John Mompession, who lived in the village of Tedworth in Wiltshire, visited a nearby village named Ludgershall. While there, he heard the sound of drumming outside on the street. He inquired as to what the drumming racket was and was told it was by a foreign man who was protesting about not being given public assistance. The magistrate was suspicious the foreigner was in England with forged papers, so he asked the local police to arrest him. His instincts turned out to correct and the foreigner was taken straight to court. He was found guilty and sentenced to be removed from England, but during the deportation, the prisoner (who was named Drury) escaped and vanished leaving his drum behind. The man was not particularly seen as a threat so it was soon forgotten and the magistrate start for his home in Tedworth. When he reached his house, he was told that there had been mayhem prior to his return.
Strange drumming sounds and rappings had been heard all over the house and the beds had been levitated into the air. This continued for months, getting so bad that the “creature”, as it was described, started making barking sounds like a dog panting and also purring sounds like a cat. Soon the magistrate and children got used to the events, even playing games with it like tug of war with the bed sheets. For years, the activity continued.
One of the most extreme events was when a horse was found on it's back in the stable and its hoof rammed down its throat, killing the animal. Soon they called in the local priest, prompting the “creature” to act up in the presence of the priest, including burning the priest's bible. The drumming was louder than ever as the priest tried to exorcise the spirit. As a result, the “creature” had developed a voice and at one point a light started to float through the room to which the “creature” repeated more than a hundred times “Ahhhh… look priest, a witch! a witch!”. The priest failed to remove the strange disturbances. When the magistrate's wife become pregnant, the magistrate asked the “creature” to please refrain from the racket while his wife was pregnant to avoid a miscarriage, to which it obliged. The activity ceased until a few months after the wife had given birth.
The magistrate gathered the facts of the incidents and concluded that it related to the man he had arrested a few years before. Soon word came that the drummer had again been arrested for stealing a pig, so the magistrate headed to where Drury was being held. The magistrate questioned Drury and asked him if it was he who had been disturbing his family. Drury simply smiled.
Eventually, Drury was forced out of England and returned to his native land. The disturbances at the magistrate's house ceased. A while later, Drury the drummer found his way back into England and the disturbances resumed. The magistrate asked the “creature”, by way of raps, if Drury was responsible. The "creature's" raps confirmed this. It is not known how long the disturbances continued.
NOTE: To many people, this is a well-documented poltergeist attack, conforming to some standard patterns of poltergeist behavior. I have read and examined many phenomena cases over the years and will concede that most reports are either mistaken or seem to be outright hoaxes. But, IMO, the Tedworth account, though three centuries old, still retains credibility. Please note, Tedworth is in Wiltshire...a county that has witnessed an overwhelming amount of strange activity over the centuries as well as the current epicenter of crop circle manifestation in the UK...Lon
Deborah Snavely cackled wildly when asked if she had a flying broom. For Snavely, a British traditional Wiccan priestess for 13 years, witchcraft is no matter of Hollywood hocus-pocus — it’s a reality.
“Any system of divination is simply a means of accessing a part of our awareness that doesn’t work with the logical brain,” Snavely said, arguing that witchcraft is no more ridiculous than any other religion.
Having begun her spiritual life at her mother’s Episcopal church, Snavely recalls staring out the window during Sunday service, longing for the shade and ambience of the woods.
“That was a very restful and healing place for me to be. There were very clear presences,” she said.
In her teens, Snavely abandoned church and began exploring alternative spiritual philosophies. Now she is a member of the Wiccan priesthood, a denomination of witchcraft whose lineage can be traced back to the 16th century, and whose more ancient descendants were meeting in sacred groves even hundreds of years before that.
“There are bits and pieces that survive. Our modern practices are quite simple,” Snavely said.
K.C. Anton of Veneta, Ore., is also a Christian-turned-Wiccan. Always a spiritual person, the idea of God was very real for Anton, but he remained skeptical.
“Most folks didn’t have a practice that answered to me. You had to take a lot of things on faith,” Anton said.
Now a teacher of Wiccan rituals, Anton has studied the practice for more than 20 years. For him, Wicca has been the path to happiness and self-improvement.
“I felt the awe-ful presence of deity. I felt something inside me,” Anton said. “The control and response of your life is in your hands,” he said, to distinguish Wicca from
There are many similarities as well.
“Christians have prayers, we have spells,” Anton said. Spells and magic are often misunderstood, he explained.
“A spell is making your intent go out into the world,” said Anton, who explained that desire for success and love are the two main things that people use spells for.
healing spell can be as simple as saying a few words over and over. Snavely invented her own spell, which she calls “the only spell I will ever give away.” To work this magic, one must look into the mirror each night from new moon to new moon for a month and say,
“I love and respect you.”
“People will cry trying to do that,” Snavely said.
Other times, spells are more akin to what people are accustomed to reading about in fairy tales. To draw someone to you through a love spell, one can use an actual physical part of that person, such as their hair, and create a mental picture.
The idea is to create the strongest thing one can do to bring about the desired change. Anton said his last two girlfriends have both been brought to him through spells. His first came when he was focused on becoming a writer and he found a woman who was also a writer.
“She was part of the answer,” Anton said.
Another fairly classical spell is to physically white out a pay stub and write in a new number.
“Think of it as a recipe, but it still needs to be personalized,” Anton said.
After mastering the basics, there are more advanced techniques such as sounding, toning, meditation and use of other languages.
Anton was always skeptical, and at first he tested the spells by setting time limits and comparing the results with those of Christian prayers.
“It was like in the laboratory,” Anton said.
Snavely has also seen magic in the works. She recalled an incident in which a man was hospitalized with an intestinal rupture and was in critical condition. Snavely and 10 others held a healing ritual for the man, and within a few days the man was released from the hospital.
Pagan celebrations often take place during full moons, and witches work with the four or five — if they count the spirit — elements. Halloween, the Celtic New Year with many names, purposes and even dates, is an active time for witches as it is one of eight major solar holidays or Sabbaths. This is a time to communicate with the dead elders and say goodbye to the old year. The festival is one for the fire element, as jack-o’-lanterns guide good spirits to relatives’ doorsteps and keep the bad spirits away.
On such a night, Wiccans like Anton and Snavely gather in a sacred, circular space. Placing a drop or two of fine-smelling oil, they “dress” the candles they will use to focus their intent in four directions. Living things have an energy field that people perceive in various ways, but witches operate outside of our official defined five senses. They gather in a circle to contain energy, then raise the energy by dancing, singing and using their bodies. “We are between worlds, the energy world and the tangible,” Snavely said, adding that this is why it is bad to bring watches into the circle.
The priestess directs the ritual to a crescendo, and everyone focuses on transferring the energy into a physical object such as a necklace or a worry stone meant for a son going to Iraq.
“We simply raise energy as a gift of the gods,” Snavely said. The physical sensation is an expansion of yourself, a natural high, she explained.
Snavely is a stroke survivor, and she gave her boyfriend consent for a similar ritual when she was hospitalized. Through an e-mail list, there were circles being done all over the country to help her and she attests that it made a difference. Although she has a permanent disability, she was able to retain her speech and her recovery went relatively smoothly.
“I am not permanently disabled to not function as priestess, thank goddess!” she said.
Paganism contains a broad category of nature-based religions such as shamans, druids and witches who observe natural energies and the powers of the mind.
“Awareness of nature is more than looking at a forest through an automobile window while you speed by. It is actually getting out there and being able to be a part of that forest,” said Eugene Witches leader Jeff Orendorff. “A nature-based individual can simply be in contact with nature and through that nature be in contact with what made that nature.”
Witchcraft tends to have more of a female goddess orientation, and some Wiccans do not allow men to work in their groups. However, what they all have in common is the idea that what happens in your little world affects everything else in some way. Kindness is spread by being kind to others. For this reason, it is prohibited to do witchcraft against someone else’s will or to manipulate someone. For this, there is the rule of three — whatever you put out comes back to you in a greater magnitude.
In Old English, Wicca means to bend or alter.
Anton explained that if you’re really firm like some trees, then you can snap when life starts pressuring you.
“That’s our magical idea,” Anton said. “Do what you want as long as you don’t harm anyone.”
Wicca is the most practiced pagan religion in Eugene. Most practitioners are eclectics, which means that they pull together from various sources. Anton said that the popularity of earth-based religion has multiplied greatly in the last 20 years and that the Eugene area probably has somewhere between 1,500 to 3,000 practicing pagans.
Yet a stereotype remains in the general public’s eye that witchcraft is somehow associated with evil.
“The word has been grabbed by other folks. What witchcraft means now for a lot of religions is a negative thing because it’s been turned around,” Anton said.
Snavely said a big reason for this misunderstanding is 1,500 years of churches preaching against witchcraft. When Gerald Gardner, an English witch who is considered to be the biggest influence on modern witchcraft, began writing about witchcraft it was still illegal. Laws prohibiting witchcraft were finally repealed in 1951.
Today, “witch” is still a powerful word that turns heads and has even caused parents to lose custody of their children.
Even people who know Snavely well have their prejudices. Snavely said she had to decide between being a “closet” witch or an “out” witch. She is mindful of this and sometimes has to censor herself in social and professional settings.
“You practice it like any other religion,” Anton said. “What you think affects the world around. It’s a very simple concept.”
The Gauthier family woke one morning to find a cross of moist salt on the front porch. The neighbors gathered and the newspapers carried headlines concerning the symbol that warned of trouble for the members of the household. Voodoo and hoodoo though subjugated over the years, still exists in New Orleans.
If you lived almost anywhere else in the United States, you might simply sweep the porch and think it was just a prank. But if you live in Louisiana, you'll probably react differently....for a cross of salt, in the vernacular of hoodoo, means trouble.
That is why Mr. and Mrs. Gauthier of New Orleans thought twice before sweeping away the cross of salt that they found on their porch. It is also why neighbors flocked to the Gauthier home to examine it and why the newspapers carried headlines about it. Voodoo and hoodoo has not abandoned New Orleans.
Hoodoo and conjure are emerging from the shadows and into the lives of everyday people. There seems to be more root workers, two-headed doctors, conjurers, Voodooists, and hoodoos more than ever before. People are flocking to related social networking sites hungry for information about taking control of their lives, defending themselves from their enemies, thriving in a recession, and connecting to their dead loved ones. Websites featuring “love doctors”, “rootworkers” and “Spiritual Mothers” offer a variety of psychic and spiritual services and carry the hard to get sticks, stones, roots and bones needed by the multifarious conjurer. Hoodoo no longer belongs to the poor black demographic of the deep South as historically depicted. Practitioners cross all racial, ethnic, political, geographic and socioeconomic line.
So...what is hoodoo? In it's purest form, hoodoo taps into the elemental belief that every living thing has "Spirit." Every rock, tree, root, and stone is connected to a single Divine energy and as such, is Divine energy. The practitioner understands that it is the root that connects and grounds the universal life force; thus, the ultimate power lies within the root.
When enslaved Africans came to the Louisiana delta directly from Africa, they arrived with intact, encyclopedic knowledge of the use of herbs, roots, bones, natural elements and their spiritual qualities. According to Dahomean cosmology, the knowledge of how to utilize the sacred herbs, roots, bones, and other natural elements for controlling and changing one’s destiny was given to them from Papa Legba, who received the knowledge from the "Forest Spirits."
As a result of slavery, tribes and families were separated, religious expression was forbidden and the traditional transmission of the venerable knowledge of the African religion of Vodou and spiritual traditions such as Ju Ju were all but stopped. Tragically, the trauma associated with slavery forced a separation of the magic and religious aspects of Vodou. The response to this psychic disturbance was to adopt and assimilate similar beliefs and practices of the indigenous peoples of North America and European immigrants to fill in the blanks...forming what we call hoodoo today.
The practice of Voodoo is probably as old as the African continent itself. Sometimes written Voudou, Vodou or Voudun, the word itself means God Creator or Great Spirit. It has been greatly distorted and misused; human sacrifices, vampires, dripping blood and devil worship all make the stuff of spooky novels and Hollywood movies. Yet none of these originated with or ever belonged to Voodoo.
It was not until the 1930's that Louisiana Voodoo went underground when New Orleans became a major tourist destination. The slave trade brought the African belief in spirits and when the slaves got to New Orleans it was not long before the African Voodoo and the Roman Catholic Church mixed to become Louisiana Voodoo.
Along came the Voodoo Queens like Marie Laveau who was known as the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. It is said that before long it became known that Marie Laveau was the strongest ever of the Voodoo Queens and Marie Laveau conducted private rituals behind her house on St Ann's street in the French Quarter of New Orleans.
It was Marie Laveau who encouraged her followers to attend Catholic Mass and it was Marie Laveau who mixed Catholic traditions and beliefs into her Voodoo to make it uniquely Louisiana Voodoo.
Even today devout voodoo followers travel to Marie Laveau's tomb to try to get a favor from the Voodoo Queen herself. Marie Laveau was a devout Catholic up to the time of her death. Ever since her death people have claimed to see Marie Laveau walking through the French Quarter of New Orleans.
Modern Voodoo has taken several directions: Spiritualist Reverends and Mothers who have their own churches, Hoodoos who integrate and work spells and superstitions, elements of European witchcraft and the occult, and traditionalists for whom the practice of Voodoo is a most natural and important part of their daily lives, a positive search for ancient roots and wisdom. The practice of Voodoo involves the search for higher levels of consciousness in the belief that -as indeed all of the ancient scriptures teach - it is we who must open the way towards the Gods. for when we call out from our hearts, the Gods hear and indeed are compelled to respond.
NOTE: there are a myriad of twists and turns when it come to Vodou and Hoodoo....let me suggest the following website - Alyne Pustanio - lots of very good original articles...Lon
I started to examine the invisible extraterrestrial hypothesis after a friend and colleague experienced two very strange and similar events. Over the years I have read a few witness statements of similar sightings though I mostly discounted the reports. Now, I have anecdotal evidence from a very reliable witness that there is an actual phenomenon that may be associated with non-terrestrial beings including the possible use of a time portal or multidimensional travel.
Many of you have seen the 'Predator' series films and are familiar with the cloak technology used by the extraterrestrial in the film. Basically, the alien being is hidden or invisible even though a matrix outline of the alien being can still be detected. The description in the following account is akin to the fictional entity in the films.
Several months ago, Irene Block described an incident she experienced in her backyard the evening before. She had let her dogs out and was standing at the back door while waiting for them to finish their business. As many of you know, Irene is a psychic, clairvoyant and an outbounder...some would describe her as a preeminent ghost whisperer. Her gifts allow her to detect many levels of paranormal energy…be it human, non-terrestrial, earthbound or otherwise.
As Irene continued to wait for her dogs, she noticed ‘something’ approach her on the walkway from the lower yard. Her description was that of a tall and wide shouldered being but without mass...a pixilated transparent form that continued to move towards her. As this form came near her it abruptly stopped as if it was surprised that Irene was staring at it. Then this form dissipated completely. This was not the first time something of this nature had materialized near Irene. A similar incident transpired the previous year while she was standing adjacent to her garden…this time the being was somewhat smaller in form but similarly pixilated and transparent.
Her sense of these beings was that it was not a haunting or manifestation by a human spirit. In fact she had never recognized similar phenomena previously. Her assessment was that these were entities from beyond our dimension and most likely of alien origin. After I listened to the evidence, already having knowledge of her surroundings, I concurred that her experience was more than a manifesting human energy. (*NOTE: read Irene’s complete unedited statement below)
Sixty-four years ago, Kenneth Arnold inadvertently launched the modern UFO era with his report of witnessing nine crescent-shaped objects speeding over Mt Rainier. In 1948, the USAF set up Project Sign to evaluate the many flying disc reports that followed in the wake of Arnold's highly publicized sighting.
A few years later, UFO researcher Coral Lorenzen wrote, "Clearly the discs had been involved in a general military reconnaissance of the United States". She added that the UFO entities were obviously engaged in "gathering botanical and geological specimens". Early proponents of similar theories, assuming that UFOs came from within our solar system, suspected that they wished to colonize our planet, or to strip it of its minerals or metals or uranium. These theories are no longer valid. There is a wealth of minerals and metals in asteroids and uninhabited planets which is readily available to any astral civilization. As well, there are a high number of non-inhabited planets that could be adapted to support life should the aliens wish colonize.
Some alien abduction theory proponents have suggested that these non-terrestrials want to gather human DNA in order to develop hybrids. It seems unlikely to expect that highly advanced aliens would need to repeatedly abduct thousands of humans in order to keep their DNA supplies available. Surely they would have the know-how that we possess to synthesize or replicate DNA in their own laboratories?
Is it possible that extraterrestrials are only interested in our culture and relationship to other living things on our planet? Could we become a part of an united interplanetary trading consortium...or simply become a diplomatic and scientific partner in a league of alien civilizations? Cue up the ‘Star Trek’ music...
An interesting comment was made by Lord Martin Rees, a leading cosmologist and astrophysicist who is the President of Britain’s Royal Society and astronomer to the Queen of England. Rees, who hosted the National Science Academy’s first conference on the possibility of alien life in February 2010, said he believes the existence of extraterrestrial life may be beyond human understanding.
“They could be staring us in the face and we just don’t recognize them. The problem is that we’re looking for something very much like us, assuming that they at least have something like the same mathematics and technology. I suspect there could be life and intelligence out there in forms we can’t conceive. Just as a chimpanzee can’t understand quantum theory, it could be there as aspects of reality that are beyond the capacity of our brains.”
Is it possible that these extraterrestrial entities are all around us and, for the most part, undetectable? Computational biologists and bioengineers are attempting in finding the cure for chronic diseases like cancer, diabetes and others. What has perplexed some bioengineers and medical experts is the presence of strange molecular entities within the intracellular structures within an organism. The biological entities are not bacteria, viruses, or any visible entities. They are invisible. They are impossible to detect without the help of computational modeling and computer assisted search and locate algorithms.
The premise is that invisible extraterrestrial biological entities all around us are penetrating our bodies and reside within intracellular spaces. They can then attack as they wish to colonize human or animal bodies. That is the reason why targeted drug delivery mechanisms are failing no matter what the biophysicists are doing. It was found that through computational modeling the source of cancer is not the cancer cell only but also invisible entities within intracellular spaces.
Do these invisible extraterrestrial entities exist in higher dimensions and manifest under certain conditions? Are these beings entering our world by flying craft or through portals…or have they been here with us all along?
Also, the lack of tangible evidence to prove the existence of several cryptid's may also be due to a theory that has been gaining popularity over recent years, namely, that these beings are ultraterrestrial and multidimensional. I have posted narratives at The Interdimensional Sasquatch and The Bigfoot Paradox.
*Statement by Irene Block: I have never been one to be in the past anything alien, in fact, although I never dismissed all the claims the very thought of it terrified me and luckily up till about 14 months ago I had been spared anything to do with this subject. Then something strange happened. It was late at night and I was letting my dogs out into the garden for the last time that night before retiring to bed and as I was standing at my back door watching them down at the bottom of the garden a movement on my patio caught my eye. The patio was lit up by the security light that had gone on automatically as the dogs had previously moved through the beam.
Crossing the patio and moving in my direction I saw what I could only describe was an outline of some being, I could see straight through it except for the area of the outline, it was about 5' in height and it was clear to see the head, body and arms and legs, it had a humanoid appearance to it. It legs moved just like ours one step after the other just a bit more awkwardly.
At this point it seemed to show no fear of me and when it got to within about 3 to 4 feet my curiosity went and I became wary of it, my attention on my dogs was lost all I know is that they were still at the bottom of the garden. This thing had now come to close for comfort and I put my hand up to it in the "don't go there" fashion and said in a determined voice "bug off". The next thing that happened shocked me it started to back up, it didn't turn around and it was if it was taking steps backwards all the time facing me and then it disappeared.
I gathered the dogs together quickly and came indoors and locked up the house, I always thought that if something like this were to happen to me I would scarper so fast you wouldn't see me for dust. But for some reason I was not afraid, I had felt no fear from it, I was quite proud of myself even if I had no idea what it was.
It didn't stop here in the last few months I have been witness to quite a few UFOs flying across the valley that I live in and then about 3 weeks ago it happened again but this time it was different.
Again I was letting the dogs out in the garden for their last run of the night but this time I used a different back door, I live in a large detached house in the rural countryside and this house has 2 back doors, only where this one is there is no security light and the light will only go on if anything moves in the vicinity of the other back door which could be seen from where I stood. The only light that was reflecting at his point was the one in the boot room behind me and that was an energy saving bulb that was quite dim.
The dogs ran out of the door and jumped down off the wall that surrounded my large patio and straight down the garden so they did not come within reach of the beam, I watched them for a while running around down at the bottom of the garden then they all ran up the side of the house and disappeared out of site.
Suddenly the security light came on down at the other end of the house but no dog had passed through the beam as I stood there again I could see something moving towards me, and again for some reason I was not afraid just curious. I looked straight at it and when it reached about 3 foot away from me a thought went through my head "what the frigging hell are you" it stopped dead in its tracks and just seemed to freeze.
The appearance of this one was a bit different from the first one I had seen although the same it was transparent, I could see clearly the outline of the head, shoulders and body and the top half of its legs down to just below the knees but nothing from there on maybe that had something to do with the fact that it was not moving. This one was much taller then the first well over 6 foot. The shoulders to me looked broad and muscular it was as if the had a width to them much like American footballers when they are all padded up. The arms were long and seemed to reach down to the area past where the knees were like a primate.
I sensed from it, that it froze as it was more afraid of me then I was of it, a thought went through my head as if it was thinking "oh bug she sees me" to me it was shocked, I know it seems daft but I do feel that there was some sort of ESP going between us and it left me with the feeling that something it wanted me to know was impressed into my subconscious mind although for the life of me I do not know what it was, maybe at this point in time I am not meant to know and it will only emerge when the time is right.
This thing had stood in front of me for what seemed ages but in reality could only have been a few minutes when I had had enough of it I called the dogs who came round from the corner of the house and instead of running across the patio to me just stood there looking in silence as if they could see something that they didn't like they were silent did not even growl or bark just stood there waiting, well I could understand this if it was just one or two dogs but six. This I found strange as my dogs are trained guard dogs and obey my commands to the last letter.
At this point this thing was still in front of me and not moving the thought that went through my head was "I wish you would go" and with that it didn't back up or walk away but just faded away.
Had I seen an extraterrestrial, a time traveller from the future, I know it was not a spirit of any kind, I had no idea what it was except that it was afraid and wary of me also shocked to know that I could see it and that somehow we communicated even if I do not know about what but the most important thing I found out about it that night was that it must have been solid mass because it set off the beam of the security light.
Well that's my experience of these transparent beings and I hope that will be the last. Irene Block
There has been an increased interest in several metaphysical subjects over recent years. I have become interested in a few of these esoteric practices which I have used as supplemental tools in my spiritual work. The most prominent of these is the use of crystals / stones...mostly in protection grids, energy work, chakra balance and meditation. The most common use of crystals / stones is for healing, as in Reiki and other alternative therapies. Occasionally I will highlight certain crystals / stones and shapes that I have found useful.
Amethyst is a very powerful and protective crystal, and is a first choice of many metaphysicians. Amethyst was used in ancient times to recover from both physical addictions as well as addictive relationships, and became know as the “stone of sobriety”. A natural stress reliever, Amethyst can encourage inner strength.
The strong healing energy of Amethyst can transmute lower vibrations to higher frequencies, transforming negative energy to love energy.
Amethyst connects the physical plane with higher realm, making it a good choice when working with the Third Eye Chakra. Amethyst also provides a wonderful peaceful energy for meditations, and helps with developing intuition and psychic abilities.
Amethyst opens and activates the Crown Chakra as well, allowing easier access to the divine. Amethyst enhances spiritual awareness and spiritual wisdom, promoting a higher state of consciousness. Amethyst clears and repairs holes in the aura and draws in Divine energy, as well as aligning and fostering cooperation between the energy bodies.
Primary Chakra: Third Eye, Crown
Astrological sign(s): Pisces, Virgo, Aquarius, Capricorn
Vibration: Number 3
Stone Type/Family: Member of the Quartz family
Crystal System: Trigonal
Chemical Composition: (SiO2) Silicon Dioxide
Color: Pale lilac to deep, purple grape
Location: Africa, Brazil, Canada, Germany, Italy, Mexico, Russia Uruguay, and the USA
Rarity: Widespread Availability
Fun Fact: Amethyst is also known as the 'Bishop's Stone' because Catholic bishops still wear rings set with this lovely gem.
NOTE: For spiritual use, I like to use Amethyst in combination with higher vibration crystals, especially Yttrium Fluorite, Blue Kyanite and Petalite. Smoky Amethyst is also an essential part of my protection grid...Lon
In her 1917 book, How I Know That the Dead Are Alive, Fanny Ruthven Paget offers one of the most vivid and detailed near-death experiences ever recorded. While not clearly stating her illness, one might infer that Paget, a resident of Houston, Texas, suffered from severe pneumonia for several days during 1911.
"All about and above me I could see nothing, but fancy my astonishment if you can, when looking down, I saw my body resting peacefully on the bed, representing what is commonly called a ‘dead person'," Paget recalled. "I could not move my eyes from it; it fascinated me as it lay in the cold whiteness, robed in a gown of lavender silk, with dainty laces and ruffles...The deep blue ‘windows of the soul,' the eyes, were at half mast; the soul being absent the light was gone; the lips slightly parted wore just a suggestion of a smile; the left hand rested lightly on the breast - the engagement ring scintillating as brightly as ever; the right, which no doubt had been lifted unconsciously at the shock of impact, had fallen a little apart from the body and lay, palm upturned. How peaceful it looked!
"Thus every detail of the clay image fastened itself upon my consideration as I viewed it dispassionately, realizing that it was a cast-off garment for which I had no further use. However, I felt a protective kindliness toward it; it had been a faithful servant, executing my every wish and whim and now that I had passed beyond the range of its services, it pleased my fancy to robe it in the white, pearl-be-decked dress, the wearing of which had meant so much to me in quite a different way."
Paget then concerned herself with her fiancé in another town and found herself being propelled by a vibratory sensation to his sleeping body. "As I looked upon him I saw the shadow body more distinctly than the physical. Viewed from the other side of life, the ‘shadow' body seemed the original and the physical the duplicate, the soul the real, the body the unreal. Within and interpenetrating all was a light, which I had not before perceived as being a part of the spiritual anatomy. This light penetrated from within, both the shadow and physical bodies, maintaining through and about the body an aura or illumination which enveloped it; clothing it, as it were, in a magnetized illumination. How wonderful this three-in-one life-manifestation seemed, especially when we generally recognize only the one - the physical!"
Talking to the Living
Moving closer to her fiancé, Paget attempted to converse with him, but he slept on, even though his soul, which was not sleeping, responded joyously and tried to help her penetrate his physical consciousness as he moaned and turned restlessly in his sleep. After a few moments, he cried out, "Fanny, Fanny," and sat up in bed, wide awake. As he turned on a light and reached for his glasses and a magazine, she tried to communicate, but he did not react to her words. "I am dead, that is why he cannot hear and see me," she thought, further recalling that she felt more alive than she had ever felt. "There was something pitiably painful about being so near one beloved, seeing him plainly and hearing him distinctly, even knowing that he was thinking of me, and yet having him utterly ignore my presence, and above all knowing that he would never recognize me again - never hear my voice no matter how ardently I called, while I was the same in every way minus the physical body."
Then she perceived that her vibratory environment did not harmonize with his. "Mine was the vibration of perpetual motion - his more like a ‘dead sea' into which these vibratory currents ebbed and flowed, and it seemed such an easy matter to move out of the ‘deadness' into the ‘ebb and flow' that I waited and watched a long time before I realized that he would make no effort to do so."
Realizing that she would not be able to penetrate his physical consciousness, she bade him farewell and attempted to move on; however, the vibratory force seemed to restrain her. "Persistently the force held me, as though inviting me to further considerations of earth interests, but I had none. My material possessions were disposed of as I desired; there was no life-work I was leaving incomplete; I had no children, no one depending on me; nothing held me to the earth. My desire had been to go beyond it and now that I had done so, I was well pleased and wanted to go on to the joys I felt awaited me beyond the influence of earth. Yet the force held me, try as I would to pass beyond it, until, instead of struggling against it I tried to understand it - to wrest from it its reason for thus detaining me, feeling that there must be some reason for such marked persistence. Almost instantly the lesson sank into my consciousness and I realized that the long arm of mundane interests can reach into the Beyond and hold its victims within the shadow of earth - pitting its magnetism against the promise of higher things."
She then felt herself moving in an undulating way within the propelling vibration and was suddenly enveloped in oppressive heavy darkness, feeling alone in eternity and waiting in awesome uncertainty. She perceived that the darkness was really within her and could be eliminated only from within. "There were loved ones and many others welcoming me and rejoicing that I was with them." Her spirit guide, who identified himself as Meon, was also there. She now felt light and carefree.
Meon then told her to follow him, "and with a soft, bluish light playing about and enveloping us, we floated out on the undulating waves of space." As they were propelled by vibratory waves, they encountered a "red darkness" where she found herself among many others. "I was listening, trying to hear what they were saying but the vibrations were evidently not in harmony, so I could not hear distinctly, and after a long time of vain effort I turned to Meon, and asked ‘What place is this?'" Meon explained that they were in a place still very much within earth's magnetism, or spiritual gravitation. Paget asked why the souls were detained there and Meon informed her that some desire it while others were not yet strong enough to progress beyond that point. "Earth interests hold them," he explained.
"There was no bar to their going on but they did not want to; some did not know they could not give up the earth life," Paget related. "In this dark earth-magnetized region disembodied spirits lived the mundane existence much as the psychic lives the spiritual while yet in the mundane - one in progression, the other retrogression. Disembodied spirits living the mundane life do so at the expense of human beings in the earth life, while the mundane person living the spiritual life is obeying the law of evolution and progression."
Paget observed spirits of love and mercy attempting to help those souls stuck in this "hellish" realm, but most of them had not yet acquired "spiritual hearing" and did not respond to the offers of assistance. There were some, however, who heard and struggled up from the vortex. Meon informed her that no soul was irretrievably lost, no matter how many aeons it may remain in the darkness.
Paget began to wonder if this was to be her new abode, but Meon assured her that it was not. "Did not the Christ descend into this place before his ascension?" he addressed her concern.
"Far out beyond the red-fringed darkness I could see light, in which rainbows seemed to play, pale as the dawn, of a gray-weird loveliness, coming and going as though flirting with the darkness, for to embrace it would be to destroy," she continue on. "For delicate beauty it seemed I had never seen anything more fascinating or alluring than this kiss of the dawn and the darkness in the Soul world - it was like kissing death goodbye."
The Dawn World
They passed into what seemed to be another world. Paget called it the "Dawn World," since it seemed that the light began to neutralize the darkness. "There were houses, flowers, trees, everything was so life-like it amazed me. I almost fancied I had returned to earth." The inhabitants conversed with her, but they did not seem to realize that they were in the "after life," as they were not entirely free of earth's magnetism. Paget witnessed some of them going earthward, as though drawn by something of paramount importance. "While there seemed no doubt that these people once inhabited the earth, I saw no one I had ever known in this life. They had possibly progressed there out of the darkness and would go back to help those less fortunate into the higher condition which they had attained."
Meon and Paget vibrated onward in ever increasing light. "So enchanting was this riding on vibratory waves of space in a gentle undulatory way, that I felt like going on forever, and forever, never tiring, never stopping, but after abandoning myself to the witchery of it for some time, I perceived the vibrations changing, merging into a quivering sensation, even more exquisite, and then, as if part of it, my feet came upon something different, something firm and reliable."
She now found herself in a city of light, one of whiteness, boundless in expanse. "It seemed I had reached the limit of my ability to float in space. It seemed that I was heavier than my surroundings in some way. Everywhere were the most exalted souls I had yet seen. Some came forward and greeted us, addressing Meon as though he were one of them, and then, together, we entered into a building immeasurable in space and height, the veritable soul of architectural magnificence. The material had the transparency of glass of a variegated whiteness, into which colors, harmonizing in the most delicate way, were coming and going, ever changing. Electricity seemed to be the power which held it all together, as the electric blue would merge into violet and play incessantly, in a serpentine way, into which almost imperceptible yellowish streams seemed to flow. It was self-illuminated...It seemed that all the wisdom of all the ages was mine as I stood there. Life and death gave up their mysteries, and I no longer wondered but observed as one who understood. The machinery of earth existence was operated and regulated by and through the power of this plane. It was actually in contact with the earth. No happening on earth escaped the observation of the great spirits who seemed to have nothing else to do but watch over the beings of earth, to teach them, to lift them up through darkness, watch over reincarnations, create teachers and place them where they were most needed. With these teachers they were in direct communication at all times and knew exactly what was going on through some form of wireless telegraphy or telephony, perhaps, but they communicated as though there were no distance.
"They seemed to draw the highly evolved souls of earth up to them mentally, and these cooperated consciously, responding unerringly. It was marvelous to watch the process or rather processes, as there were many phases of this supervision. There were coming and going all the time. I saw many go out and disappear into the depths, all rejoicing in their work, the uplifting of humanity. The souls were countless, the space immeasurable, yet there was no confusion - it was system idealized, each recognizing his mission and doing it. Truly, it was the Christ principle manifested, for they were laboring for others, not themselves."
Meon took Paget even higher, where the influence of earth was not felt. A great soul came forward and asked her if she would like to return to earth. She said she would like to return only if she could do good by telling others what she had experienced. The being warned her that many would not believe her and that she might suffer from her efforts, but Paget said she was up for the challenge.
A Life Review
Paget then felt alone with bowed head. She then saw a little light vibrating directly before her. It began shaping itself into something. "It was not unlike a moving picture." She began to see figures and a small girl emerged. She soon realized that the young girl was herself and she was reliving her life on earth. She saw herself reveling in her grand passion, music, which held her in bondage as she grew in the joy and mastery of it. "How the little, white fingers, too small to span an octave, subconsciously caught fragments from the ‘choir invisible' and imprisoned them on the piano!
She saw herself grow through college and into a proud, self-centered woman. There appeared before her three roads, one labeled "Good," one "Evil," and the other, the center, was unlabeled. She found herself on the center road, which had many more people than either of the side roads. "These roads were guarded by invisible creatures, according to the indicated propensities of each, who were always calling to those who traveled in the center, in an endeavor to influence them to more determined tendencies. Ever and anon there were paths leading from the center to the outer roads and from one outer road to the other, showing how easily one can change ones course at will."
Paget then saw the young woman dreaming of becoming a great singer, the compensation being the homage of the world. "I saw her holding to heart in enchanted fancy, as the only thing worth while, the emptiest of all life's coveted cups - Fame." There was no one to remind her that ‘by ambition fell the angels."
The "movie" of her life continued on to the time she came down with a severe case of laryngitis and lost her singing voice. She saw herself cursing God and being enveloped by a shadow-stained covering of materialism. She saw both her parents pass into the spirit world, leaving her alone, fighting the bitter fight. She saw even the most trivial matters in her life review. "Its faithfulness to detail was perfectly marvelous. Nothing was hidden, nothing slurred over. It was all there. I was standing face to face with my earth life just as I had lived it, awaiting its condemnation or justification."
When the life review ended, Meon stood waiting. He told her that the purpose of the review was to build an edifice on the ashes as she returned to earth life.
‘Meon and other spirits were hovering about me. I could feel the electrified essence, which had manifested its presence everywhere during my voyage, drawing itself away - letting me go, as it were. Then the burden of physical life was full upon me and what a misfit I was!" - Reprinted from A Near-Death Experience to Die For
Way Past Normal - by Dani Harper - You’ve met them. People in your life who, frankly, exhaust you. They drop by to visit and when they leave, all your energy has gone with them. You might even feel depressed. This might be because they’re self-centered attention whores, unrelentingly negative and chronic blamers, or they work for the IRS.
Or it might be because they’re vampires.
Thanks to myth and media, we associate the undead with drinking blood to sustain themselves. But what if vamps are living, mortal humans who don’t suck blood but energy? The concept isn’t new. Many cultures have myths and legends about psychic vampires, including some Native American tribes. The Hopi told of the powaqa, a sorcerer who feeds on the life force, the hiksi.
I ran across an internet quiz this week titled “Are you a psychic vampire?” Apparently, you can be one without even being conscious of it – and you’re considered more of a parasite in this instance. More drama queen than Queen of the Damned. Needy and annoying but usually manageable.
Other individuals are fairly benign. They merely touch something after someone else has touched it, gleaning the leftover energy.
But the real vampire is the one who knows exactly what he’s doing and attacks your energy on purpose, literally fortifying himself with your life force. It’s a highly aggressive and predatory act and just the thought of it puts me on edge – hey, I need all my energy and I can only drink so much coffee in a day, bud! Apparently if you suddenly feel tired, mentally confused or irritable it might not be because you skipped lunch. You may have been the victim of a walk-by vampire attack. He or she gets an energy surge and you’re left staggering to the nearest Starbucks.
Highly sensitive persons are particularly susceptible to having their energy siphoned off. So are those who tend to be givers in the extreme, who haven’t developed good personal boundaries. Apparently you can be a metaphysical doormat too. And if you have what’s called a leaky aura, energy vamps will hone in on you like ants to a drippy syrup bottle.
As with traditional vampires, repeated attacks by a psychic predator can put you in danger of becoming like them. Maybe you won’t actively go on the hunt at the mall, but if your life force is in a depleted state, you might unconsciously start drawing energy from friends and family.
Defending yourself takes many forms. Some recommend visualization, picturing a bright white light or perhaps a suit of armor around yourself to block out a known vampire’s attempts. Some say that the equivalent of wearing garlic is keeping a piece of quartz crystal on your person. Watch out for people who step into your personal space, or stare at you (so much for ever riding a subway again). Most importantly, look after your health, mentally, emotionally and physically – remember, lions go after the gimpy gazelles.
Your turn -- what do you think? Are energy vamps real?
NOTE: I'm pleased to introduce Dani Harper, who is a newspaper editor turned paranormal author. Dani says there isn't anything she likes better than exploring the supernatural...unless it's writing romance. Of course, if you've read any of her stories, you would know she has at least one foot in the netherworld...Lon
Many seek the truth to who the lady is that haunts the hill. But when you finds you she is out to save your life. Many in Marshall, Texas believe it is none other then the ghost of Mrs. D.A. ERWIN. Her ghost can be picked up anywhere along highway I-20 and Us 59. as long as your headed in the direction of Marshall Texas she will be encountered. Many believe her to be the most traveling ghost in America.
If your coming in from the North South East or West to Marshall, TX, you might just see and have an encounter with one of the most friendliest ghost in the area. Her story may have inspired similar legends in other parts of the great state of Texas as well as the U. S. cities she is said to be picked up in. The ghost Lady is said to haunt U.S. Route 59 and I-20. Interstate 20.
Interstate 20 (abbreviated I-20) is a major east-west interstate highway in Texas and the southeastern United States. It runs 1,535 miles (2,470 km) from near Kent, Texas, to Florence, South Carolina. Besides Texas and South Carolina, I-20 runs through northern Louisiana, central Mississippi, western and north-central Alabama, and north-central Georgia.
U.S. Route 59 is a north-south United States highway (though it is signed east-west in parts of Texas). A latecomer to the US numbered route system, U.S. 59 is now a border-to-border route. The highway's northern terminus is nine miles north of Lancaster, Minnesota, at the Canadian border. Its southern terminus is in Laredo, Texas, just north of the Mexican border.
The traveling ghost lady has been known to ride with a person for many hours and days and keep you talking. She is a very nice dead lady who is worried that you might fall asleep at the wheel and get into a accident on your way to or through Texas. The many who have met her including myself will all tell you she is very nice and will talk your arm off.
Where, When And How the Traveling Ghost Lady died?
Marshall Texas Waterworks Hill Auto Wreck occurred in March 1936 - Woman is Killed, Four Injured in Auto-Truck Crash. But her ghost is said to haunt the spot and flag down people late at night asking for a ride to town. Not unlike the many tales of resurrection Mary. Mrs. Erwin is said to be very polite and is one of the most charming ghost you'd ever want to meet. Many say she is a great travel companion to have on any long cross country drive.
Mrs D.A. ERWIN. is undoubtedly Marshall's most famous ghost. If you see her and pick her up it is a warning from beyond the grave that you are in danger and she is there to stop a great tragedy from happening to you. Some say she is very talkative and asks your name and where your from. She will even tell you about her family and often pull a photo or two out of her purse and show you it. Sometimes she asks for a ride to Kahn Memorial Hospital which no longer exists.
Some call her a lost soul or a "vanishing Old Lady hitchhiker". Reports of Mrs. Erwin seem to have stopped around the early 1990s when the highway underwent reconstruction. The original road is said to have since been razed and changed and believers suggest that this may have stopped the walking of her spirit. Despite this, reports still show up from people seeing the apparition walking from time to time. Especially in the beginning of the year and around Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Marshall, Texas, March 21.- One person was killed and four others injured in an automobile collision Saturday evening on the Waterworks Hill about two miles north of Marshall.
Mrs. D.A. ERWIN, about 65, was fatally injured and died on the operating table in the Kahn Memorial Hospital, being badly crushed. BALLARD DINWIDDIE, cotton adjuster in the county agent’s office here, received a broken arm and a gash on the head and his three children, Jerry, 13, cut over eye; Tommy, 11, cut on head, and Mary Jane, 10, bruises about the body. They were taken to the hospital for treatment and later the children were taken to the family residence.
The family had been to Paris to see Mrs. Winwiddie,(sic) who had undergone an operation there, and were returning home when their car collided with a truck and trailer as the truck was trying to pass another car.
The Dinwiddie moved to Marshall from Clarksville about six months ago.
The driver of the truck, Billy Owens of Gill, son of Mr. and Mrs. M.L. Owens of Jefferson and his companion, whom he had picked up on the road, were not injured. Owens was placed under $500 bond pending an investigation.
The body of Mrs. ERWIN, mother-in-law of Dinwiddie, will be taken to her home in Clarksville for burial Sunday. She was a lifelong resident of Red River county.
Dallas Morning News, Dallas, TX 22 Mar 1936
Since late 1939 many locals in Marshall tell how a elderly lady is often seen standing along side the dark and lonely dusty road side. Mrs. Erwin's Ghost is said to have saved the lives of over 100's of people or more over the years since her untimely death. I just happened to be one that picked her up one late night March 21st 1994. She did introduced herself as Mrs. Erwin to my surprise. And I knew from the start this was a real ghost because I knew of her story since I was child of 8 from my Father. But since she acted very much alive I treated her as such.
As we drove through the night for I was coming back home from a visit to South Carolina. W e talked about the weather and such. Then she told me about being from Clarksville, TX. She said that her husband was dead for many years, and about having just moved to Marshall so she did not know her way around like she should. She also spoke of her visit to Paris, Tx and how her daughters husband mother-in-law Mrs. Winwiddie, had undergone a serious female tumor problem operation.
Paris is a city located 98 miles (158 km) northeast of the Dallas–Fort Worth Metroplex in Lamar County, Texas, in the United States. It is situated in East Texas, specifically Northeast Texas, at the western edge of the Piney Woods. She went on to tell me with her sweet Texas drawl that. "It is the county seat of Lamar County". She talked of Grand children and her children. And could a nice girl like me driving all alone alone was not scared of getting into an accident.
Since the 1940s, several driving to or from Marshall have reported picking up a older stranded female hitchhiker. This woman ghost I encountered was dressed somewhat formally and had light blond or red gray hair long and in a matching buns on both sides of her head, blue eyes, and wearing a black old fashioned dress and shoes.
Some more attentive drivers would sometimes add that she wore a thin shawl, or gloves, and that she had a large black purse, and is very talkative.
When I got to 811 S. Washington area, She asked to be let out, whereupon she disappeared into the darkness.
There has been an increased interest in several metaphysical subjects over recent years. I have become interested in a few of these esoteric practices which I have used as supplemental tools in my spiritual work. The most prominent of these is the use of crystals / stones...mostly in protection grids, energy work, chakra balance and meditation. The most common use of crystals / stones is for healing, as in Reiki and other alternative therapies. Occasionally I will highlight certain crystals / stones and shapes that I have found useful.
A very powerful metaphysical stone, Smoky Quartz emits a high level of energy. Smoky Quartz helps ground the holder with Earth energies and is good for working with the Root and Earth Star Chakras. Use Smoky Quartz to absorb and transmute negative energy. Smoky Quartz is also a great stone for pain relief, and helps to prevent healing crises after a strong energy session. Smoky Quartz can help integrate messages and/or spiritual energy received in higher chakras into the lower chakras and anchor expanded consciousness into the physical body.
Smoky Quartz works with all of the Chakras, but can specifically focus it's energies with the Earth Star, Root, Solar-Plexus, Hands and Feet Chakras. While this stone has a slow and steady energy to it, it is still very powerful in it's action. Smoky Quartz can facilitate meditation, helping to deepen the state and heighten awareness, while simultaneously pulling away negative energies from the aura.
This crystal has a vibe that helps to facilitate the transformation of dreams into reality. Meditating with Smoky Quartz Crystal can bring information from other realms into the physical. Many people who work with Smoky Quartz have reported unusual sightings of spiritual entities. Smoky Quartz is great for manifestation programs and grids, and body layouts, due to it's slow and methodical way of pulling higher energies down into third dimensional reality. Protective Smoky Quartz is an important mineral for one's medicine bag.
Primary Chakra: Root, Solar Plexus
Astrological sign(s): Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn
Vibration: Number 2 & 8
Stone Type/Family: Member of the Quartz family
Crystal System: Trigonal
Chemical Composition: (SiO2) Silicon Dioxide
Color: Pale to deep brown, golden brown, black brown, gray brown
Location: World wide including, most notably, Brazil, the Swiss Alps, and the US
Fun Fact: The cause of the color of smoky quartz has been debated but it is almost certainly related to the amount of exposure to radiation that the stone has undergone. Natural Smoky Quartz is naturally radiated during its growth. Lab enhanced Smoky Quartz is additionally irradiated.
NOTE: I prefer the Elestial (also called Skeletal or Jacare) form of Smoky Quartz or Smoky Amethyst with a multitude of pyramidal/triangular terminations. These can look like stair steps (one right after the other), they can be literally on top of each other, or in random patterns over the crystal itself. The Elestial may have a series of unusual etchings (called a 'recordkeeper'), cavities, or geometric like patterns that make the crystal look hollow in areas, thus the name "Skeletal". There may also be inclusions containing other minerals.
The Elestial is a powerful shape that amplifies the vibration of the based crystal as well as the grid around it. The price for one of these crystals is usually high...but careful shopping can result in an Elestial that 'feels' right and doesn't break the bank...Lon
If you ever saw the entire Exorcist movie-unlikely since we all squeezed our eyes shut in fear most of the time-you would have seen elements of a very real ritual performed by priests of the world's most powerful religion-Roman Catholicism.
Much of the horror we felt, of course, was the inexplicable things the girl-or the evil that possessed her-could do with her body and voice, and the power of the demon to command others.
But it was all illogical, the rational mind tried to make us believe. For to accept this as real, was to accept all the things we grew up being delightfully scared of-from the ghosts and goblins, to lagahoo and La Diablesse.
However, the holy men of the Roman Catholic Church accept the spiritual realm as fact.
And there are at least three Roman Catholic priests in Trinidad, schooled in the ancient teachings of The Roman Ritual, and prepared for the epic God vs Satan battle to remove from the body of a believer, the evil which may dwell within.
American priest Fr Clifford Graham is one of the exorcists. He is based at a church presbytery in rural Coryal Village, near Sangre Grande. Graham has written extensively about The Roman Ritual.
Exorcists too are Frs Neil Rodriguez, Vincent Compton, and Reginald Hezekiah. They have always declined to describe a personal experience with the possessed.
Former Catholic bishop John Mendes, who died recently, was the famed priest known to have performed several exorcisms locally. He took his secrets to the grave.
Mendes succeeded Dom Leo van Leuween, who passed on in 1983.
But it is through a devotee and confidante, businesswoman Seemoy Attong, details of one of his exorcisms have emerged.
So momentous was the day, that Attong remembers it with clarity.
The demon, she said, had possessed the body of a 15-year-old girl from Arouca.
The evil was the work of an Obeahman who had done the deed on behalf of a family jealous that the girl, a college pupil, was doing better in school that their child.
Attong remembers "the parents found that their child was not the child they knew. She was doing all kinds of wrong things and there were sweeping pains over her body. So they carried her to Fr Leo."
Said Attong "they didn't tell the girl where they were going. Along the way, the person inside the girl was telling the driver, 'I am fed up being in this child. This child is not worth the while. Carry me where I can be free'."
The exorcism, said Attong, was carried out at the Catholic church in Mon Repos, San Fernando.
Attong said, "I heard Fr Leo talking to the spirit and the spirit telling him that they had put him in the child. The thing did disappear because it wanted to go to rest. When I got there, the child appeared pale and like a dead person. But when she got up, she was okay. Fr Leo, when he came out of the room, was exhausted, wet with perspiration from head to foot, from his fight with the devil".
Fr Leo, born in Holland, died at the San Fernando General Hospital at the age of 69.
Attong said he asked her to sprinkle his bottle of holy water on his body before he died, much like he would have done during the exorcism of the girl, as he held the crucifix and made his incantations in Latin. Attong has kept as her guard Fr Leo's crucifix.
Trinidad & Tobago Folklore
Douens (Dwens) are the souls of children who have died before they were baptized. They are doomed to roam the earth forever. They are seen playing in forests and near rivers and the odd thing about them is that they have no faces and their feet are turned backwards. They may approach children and lead them astray in the forest until they are lost, or they may come near people's houses at night, crying and whimpering.
Old people talk: To prevent the Douens from calling your children into the forest at dusk, never shout their names in open places, as the Duennes will take their names, call them and lure them away.
Duppies are ghosts that roam the earth at night. It is said that to keep duppies out of your house you must either sprinkle salt or rice grains all around the house; as the duppy must first count each individual grain before entering. By which time the sun will have arisen and they must then return to the spirit world.
Gang Gang Sara
Gang Gang Sara (Tobago Folklore by Alice & Gerard Besson) - The legend of Gang Gang Sara, the African witch of Golden Lane, has its origins in the latter half of the 18th century. On a stormy night she was blown from her home in Africa across the sea to Tobago and landed quite safely at the village of Les Coteaux. From there she journeyed to Golden Lane in search of her family who had long ago been transported there. She lived to a great age and is remembered for her wisdom and kindness. She became the loving wife of Tom, whom legend says she had known as a child in her native Africa. She lived to a great age and is remembered for her wisdom. After her Tom had died, wishing to return to her native land, she climbed a great silk cotton tree and tried to fly, not knowing that she had lost the art of flight as a result of having eaten salt. To this day the names of Tom and Sara can be seen inscribed upon the head stones of their graves where they have lain side by side for close upon two hundred years.
The Jacakalantan is said to be a mysterious light that appears and attracts people, misleading the unwary into desolate areas far away from their intended destinations. And then vanishes.
Jumbies are mischievous or malevolent spirit or creature.
La Diablesse (Lajables), the Devil Woman, roames at night. She has eyes like burning coals and a face resembling that of a corpse, but hides it under a beautiful wide-brimmed hat and a veil over her face. She is dressed exquisitely in a blouse with puffy sleeves and long, petticoated, skirts. She has one cloven foot, which she tries to hide under her long skirts. She turns up at village dances, where she is immediately disliked by the women present, but she utterly charms the men and then asks one of them to take her home. He follows her, totally under her spell. She leads him deep into the woods and then suddenly she disappears. Unable to find his way home, the poor fellow stumbles around in the dark wood until he either falls into a ravine or a river to his death or gets attacked by wild hogs.
Old people talk: If you feel you may encounter a La Diablesse on your way home, take off all your clothes, turn them inside out and put them on again, and this will surely protect you from a La Diablesse.
A Lugarhoo (Lagahoo or Loup Garou) is a person who can change themselves into a half animal from the torso down; and can also alter its size from tiny to very large in an instant. This is done at night as it rattles and drags chains and carries in its hand a whip-like bunch of dried sticks and reeds.
Old people talk: If you want to see a lugarhoo and not be seen by it, take some yampee from the corner of a dog's eye, put it in your eye and peep out of a key hole at 12 midnight.
Mama Glow or Mama Dlo or Mama Dglo
"Mama Glow" or "Mama Dlo" or "Mama Dglo" whose name is derived from the French "maman de l' eau" which means "mother of the water" is one of the lesser known personalities of Trinidad and Tobago folklore. A half woman, half snake with long flowing hairwhich she combs constantly. Her upper torso is a naked, beautiful woman, the lower part coils into a large form of an anaconda snake that is hidden beneath the water. She is sometimes thought to be the lover of Papa Bois, and old hunters tell stories of coming upon them in the 'High Woods'. They also tell of hearing a loud, cracking sound which is said to be the sound made by her tail as she snaps it on the surface of a mountain pool or a still lagoon. Mortal men who commit crimes against the forest, like burning down trees or indiscriminately putting animals to death or fouling the rivers could find themselves married to her for life, both this one and the one to follow. Sometimes she takes the form of a beautiful woman 'singing silent songs on still afternoons, sitting at the water's edge in the sunlight, lingering for a golden moment, a flash of green - gone. Nothing but a big Morte Bleu, rising in the sun beams.
Old people talk: "Did you see a fish jump?" "Yes, but it did not go back in again!" If you were to meet Mama Dlo in the forest and wish to escape her, take off your left shoe, turn it upside down and immediately leave the scene, walking backwards until you reach home.
Mermaids and Fairymaids
Mermaids and Fairymaids (Tobago Folklore) - There be mermaids here and Leviathan, great denizens of the deep. Amongst the swirling currents and white capped blue-green waters, just where the Caribbean Sea meets the Atlantic Ocean, close by St. Giles and near to Misty Marble Island, past Anse Gouleme and Anse Brisant, towards the Bird of Paradise Island and down the coast past Speyside to Fat Hog Bay, it is remembered from long ago that this was where the mermaids came to play.
Tobago mermaids are male and live in the deep, deep sea. They mate with the fairy maids of the rivers and the secret mountain pools. Riding upon the crest of waves, they are handsome men like kings of old or warriors of long ago, beplumed and richly garbed. They may grant a wish, transform mediocrity into genius and confer wealth and power. Sometimes the water people seek relationships with mortals. Some men are particularly attractive to the fairy maids, especially men with smooth skin.
Fairymaids are said to be beautiful with long lush hair and one tiny foot in the shape of a deer's hoof, she may use her power to "turn" a man's head. She may steal his shadow and leave him quite demented. In which case, accompanied by friends and family and with the help of a "workman", he must go to the river and address the water pleading for the restoration of his lost shadow. This done, he must leave the water's edge and not look back. Fairymaids may be found in caves behind waterfalls or beneath certain bridges where the river runs deep and swift. In days gone by, they were seen near certain water wheels. To discontinue a relationship with a fairy queen, offerings of two pairs of shoes must be made. The first must be burnt on the beach, the fairymaid will then rise out of the water and ask if she is to be paid for past services. The answer must be "nothing but this pair of shoes". The second must then be thrown into the waves.
Papa Bois, also called Maître Bois, lives in the forest and he is the father or protector of the animals that live there. He is often seen by hunters and other people who live near the forest. He gets animals out of snares and treats sick animals at his dwelling. He is an old man who is very hairy, like an animal and usually is only dressed in a pair of ragged trousers with a bamboo horn hanging from his belt. He can turn himself into the form of a large stag or any other animal as well to be able to observe the hunters unnoticed. He is usually very kind, but can be dangerous when crossed. He might even cast a spell on a bad hunter and turn him into a wild hog.
Silk Cotton Trees
Silk Cotton trees are regarded with a kind of awed reverance and fear. These are huge trees. It is reported to be very difficult to be able to find someone who will cut down a silk cotton tree as they are said to be the home of spirits and duppies. To cut it down is to free them to roam the earth.
The Soucouyant (Sukuya), also called Old Hag, is a supernatural being who has made a pact with the devil to be able to change herself into all kinds of different forms. At night she sheds her human skin and changes into a ball of fire or any kind of animal and casts spells on people to turn them into animals also, but she has to slip back into that skin before dawn breaks and the cock crows, otherwise she will not be able to get back into it. So it may happen, that, when people suspect that an old woman neighbour of theirs is, in fact, a soucouyant, they may trick her by going to her house at night and destroying the skin she left behind by putting salt on it so that it will shrink and she will not be able to get back into it and thus die. In Trinidad, if somebody walks around with a "hicky" (soukie) on his neck, he may get remarks from his friends like: " Eh, Eh, Soucoyant suck yuh or wha ? "
Old people talk: If you wish to discover who the Soucouyant in your village is empty 100 lbs of rice at the village crossroads where she will be compelled to pick them up, one grain at a time - that is how you'll know the Soucouyant.
Witchdoctors, or as they are known in Trinidad, Obeah men, are said to abound. It is said that you can visit one to have any manner of spell performed to grant your desires. It is thought that curses are powerful and can be cast by anyone. Even your neighbour may put the evil eye or MalYeux(Maljo) on you. Any discomfort, hardship or illness may be attributed to this. It can supposedly be warded off by placing blue bottles around your property and by wearing bracelets or anklets made of Jumbie beads.(a little black and red bead found growing on certain bushes.)