Mirrors Are Evil…an interstitial

I’m supposed to be cleaning but in between time I’ve been on Facebook chatting with my niece and catching up with a few friends. I’ve actually made a lot of progress so everything is looking better AND I was able to catch up with everyone. Anyway, when I got back to cleaning I found a makeup bag that I hadn’t thrown away because I was planning to clean it up. It has some sentimental value to me because of whom it’s from, but I broke a mirror inside and was worried the tiny little shards would scatter and I definitely don’t want my budgie to eat it. She can pick out things I can’t see, so I have to be careful. Right now she is relaxing and I hope that I’ll be able to take her outside in a bit to give her a bath. So I really shouldn’t be procrastinating but I’m going to keep it short.

Besides all of that, I really don’t want to clutter my blog with a bunch of nonsense because there’s some really excitingly awesome stuff going on pretty soon and I don’t want people to lose interest before I get that rollin’.

So anyway I’m cleaning and I ran across this broken mirror in the makeup bag. Then I thought, Oh, great…seven years… And then just a minute ago I thought, I must be breaking mirrors at least every 3-5 years, so when’s the bad luck going to stop? But this ties in with a conversation I had with a friend not long ago, and something that I thought would make an interesting topic.

She has a rectangular mirror leaning against the wall that she turns around before bed. It makes her feel unsettled when the mirror is showing. Well, I kinda-sorta have that same thing with mirrors because I know of the legends, but she doesn’t keep up with anything ghostly or supernatural. Anyway, as far as the legends go there are just too many to list! Some say mirrors are good, some say they’re bad, but one idea that I really like comes from old African-American beliefs. If you hang a mirror on, say a tree or something outside, it reflects evil and protects your home. But then…

Then I hear all this “mirrors are portals to other realms” talk and there’s a ritual you can do at midnight (and I heard it on Coast to Coast AM so you know it’s got to be true! lol) and then you can see all the entities coming out of the mirror! And then I start thinking about The Ring. That movie was SO lame, but when you’re thinking about a little girl crawling out of your mirror at night while you sleep Ring-style, it’s scary! I gotta say, mirrors are one of the only things that freak me out. Well, porcelain dolls, too. It’s a well-known fact that porcelain is an easy vessel for spirits and other things to inhabit.

As anti-climactic as this entry has been, I hope to research the whole mirror thing and maybe ask around to see if anyone has had experiences or used mirrors in séances, or how they feel about mirrors in general.

Oh! And if you decide to look up the supernatural ties to mirrors for yourself, there’s a chance the whole Bloody Mary thing might pop up. Don’t try it. I speak from experience. Nothing good will come of it. And if something is living in your mirror…where does it go from there?

Well I am off! I have a budgie to bathe.


Psy Vamp Terror…based on true events

Sure, we’re all familiar with the blood sucking vampires of pop culture, and how can I leave out the shiny love-struck type? But unless you’re hardcore into the supernatural, there is a type that you may not be aware of. The psychic vampire. And they are every bit as scary as the blood suckers, but not quite as scary as the teen-angsty kind. Then again, what is?

I’ve had experiences with what I believe to be psychic vampires (a.k.a. Energy Suckers or Life Suckers), and in general mundane chat, my friends complain to me of people who make them feel lifeless, and in the instances where I tell them about psychic vamps, they get that “You hit the nail on the head!” look on their faces. PsyVamps are the kind of people you go out of your way to avoid. The pop up at your work cubicle and invite you out to lunch, but you kindly decline, explaining you just have way too much work to catch up on as you frantically try to close out your game of Solitaire but the computer is so old it freezes on the screen. Or it’s Girl’s Night Out and everyone is having a great time until this person shows up and suddenly, everyone wants to call it a night. You feel guilty for constantly giving them the brush off so you make plans with them, only to regret it as soon as soon as you get into their car feeling like a trapped rabbit, knowing this lunch date isn’t going to be quick and painless. But there is a difference between people we just plain don’t like and and actual psychic vampires. And just because someone exhibits the signs, it does not make them a psychic vampire, either.

“But Joslyn,” I hear you saying. “How can I tell if someone is a true PsyVamp, or if they’re just simply annoying?” Great question! Well, it’s very simple really. We all have someone we just don’t “mesh” with and maybe even try to break away from if we can. That’s normal. So to illustrate, I will use the stereotypical annoying person personality profile. Hmm…I think I just might fit into this category.

Annoying people are generally kind, good-hearted and high-spirited. They might laugh at all of their own jokes while everyone else feigns a giggle. They fancy themselves to be the life of the party. When you’re having a good time, everyone walks away but the annoying person will usually follow. They can be a bit know-it-all and one-up you, and you cringe just being near them. And they often provide everyone with a good laugh at their expense. But the psychic vampire differs in a few aspects.

A psychic vampire is generally depressing to be around, but do not necessarily suffer from depression. There are various types of depression, from a chemical imbalance to hitting a rough patch on the road of life. I’ve known people who are depressed and have had my own experiences with it myself. The difference between a person suffering with depression is that you don’t feel depressed when you’re around them. A psychic vampire, on the other hand, will make you feel depressed when they’re near you, even for a few minutes, and they don’t even have to say a word to accomplish it. They are very negative, tend to complain about everything, and they’re often selfish. They rarely do anything for others without personal gain. They are needy and jealous in relationships which can wear upon the object of their friendship or affection. They might cause you high stress levels. And when they enter a room, everyone else gravitates to the other side because a PV normally exudes a type of aura. You may not be able to see it, but you can definitely feel it. But the psychic vampire, being a bit anti-social, will usually sit by themselves unlike your average everyday annoying person. Like annoying people, they might also be know-it-alls, one-up you, and are just generally hard to talk to. PV’s never have anything positive to say about anything or anyone, and their negativity drains the energy of those around them. It’s almost as if they enjoy complaining. Some of them won’t let you get a word in edgewise, and you’re forced to listen to them for hours. Because their own energy level seems to be running on empty (and when I say “energy” I’m not talking about being active, but rather about one’s “Qi”), they must feed off of others to thrive, rendering the victims lethargic. Now, being that PV’s are often anti-social, they might want to be the center of attention but rather feel they have to be around people in order to feed. There are exceptions to every rule, of course. In some cases, PV’s are very low-key until they get into a group of people when they liven up. But the main way to tell a PsyVamp is not how they act or what they say, but rather by how they make others feel in their presence. The effect is particularly noticeable when a PV feeds off of a normally happy, high-energy person who suddenly stops laughing or becomes more serious, or when it is noticed by several people.

Dealing with PsyVamps is difficult. If you’re proud of a project you’ve been working on and you’ve gotten some really great feedback, they burst your bubble by some snide little comment. When you’re talking to one of those obnoxious non-PV “I know everything” people, you might just roll your eyes, but with a psyvamp, it might make you feel more frustration than vexation. You can’t talk about anything around them without being on your guard because the most innocent conversations can turn into interrogations. But the biggest thing that I have noticed is that unshakable dark cloud feeling that rolls in with them and causes a downpour on everyone’s parade. When you’re in their presence, you may notice a shift in your own mood. People get confused when I try to explain “energy” to them in this scenario. A psychic vampire has no “Qi” energy and has to feed of of yours. In doing so they drain your own “physical” energy leading to that Oh So familiar “drained” feeling of physical and mental exhaustion. After two minutes with them, you might feel like you’ve been doing hours of construction work while trying to figure out one of Einstein’s mathematical equations. You may also notice that this person isn’t just having an effect on you, but everyone else. You know those people that never say a negative word about anyone? Well, even they find it hard not to complain about a PsyVamp.  If you were a balloon, you’d be completely deflated by the time a PsyVamp is done with you.

Know anyone like that? Well, you’re in good company! And the thing is, most psychic vampires don’t realize they’re even doing it. They’re just average people going about their daily routine. For the most part, a PsyVamp feeds off of anyone and everyone he or she comes into contact with. And yet again, there are exceptions. Sometimes, the victims of PV attacks are chosen a little more carefully. Some PV’s feed off of those closest to them. Their spouses, their children, maybe a son or daughter-in-law or even a school bully feeding off of a certain kid or kids. Verbal abuse is highly characteristic of a pyschic vampire. By bringing down another’s self-worth, they are able to take it in for themselves. They might even seem satisfied after succeeding in bringing you down. My own opinion of this is that when you don’t allow it to affect you, there is no energy for them to take from you, and that’s why they leave you alone. It isn’t always that easy because some of them won’t quit until they have eaten away, so to speak, at your very core until there’s nothing left. Be wary, as prolonged exposure to a PsyVamp may actually begin to skew your own perception into a negative reality. They bring you down, man. They just bring you down!

And then there are the PsyVamps that know exactly what they’re doing. Some are even some skilled at OBE’s and use those Out-of-Body experiences to feed upon someone in that vulnerable state of sleep. Theoretically, sleeping and even daydreaming are the times when the mind is more prone to an attack because your mind is in a relaxed state, making it easier for this type of vampire to feed.

All over the world, there are cases of Old Hag Syndrome. Generally, it is the same. Sleep paralysis followed by a crushing pressure on the chest and usually sensing a presence in the room with you or maybe even seeing the face of an old hag and even the hot, putrid breath in your face. Some people see alienoid creatures, dark shadows, or even a person (familiar or a stranger), and scores of other things in the corner of the room or pinning them down, accounting for the feeling of someone sitting on their chests. It is thought that we see what our own culture has popularized, and that it is perhaps a figment of the imagination in the natural occurrence of sleep paralysis. I do believe there is a percentage of sleep paralysis that is natural. I’ve had it quite a few times myself and at first it was scary. Now it doesn’t bother me that much, but to not be able to move, speak or even scream for help is frightening. And with panic can come hallucinations. However, there is a line of thought that blames creatures for sleep paralysis and loss of energy, claiming that whatever guise they assume, it is the work of a psychic vampire. Many people who are chronic sufferers of sleep paralysis claim that when they wake up, they feel as if they haven’t slept a wink.

I’ve made a special note about the people I have classified as psychic vampires and try to stay away from them if I can help it. And if I can’t? Then all I need is a little time to prepare, preferably a few days so I can get in the zone. Now, you can’t really go around accusing people of this type of thing because there’s no way to know if psychic vampires really exist or not. However, it doesn’t hurt to protect yourself from someone you suspect to be a PV. I try to create a mental block to their negativity and/or personal attacks. Maybe crack a joke or completely ignore them by countering their remark with something positive. It’s my coping defense to reflect the bad Qi so it won’t eat at me. The biggest thing is to not let them bring you down with words, and by doing so, you can reserve your own energy. But once you feed them, they’ll come back for more. Think of it like a raccoon; if you keep your garbage secure, they’ll give up and start digging through the neighbor’s trash knowing they’re not going to get an easy meal.

And I’ve also found some rituals that seem to guard against psychic vampires. Wearing a crystal can help. Amethyst worn in a medicine bag or on a necklace might help, particularly if it is over your heart. This helps the person wearing it to become conscious of any attempt someone might make at getting at their heart and allows them to put up that mental barrier. And even just having crystals around that repel negativity can be a huge help. It’s like ritalin to a psychic vampire in that it seems to have an effect on them, but from a logical stance it may actually be that it has an effect on me and how I deal with them. In some cases it works like a cross to the Bela Lugosi types, because they can’t stand to be around the crystals for too long without feeling uncomfortable and wanting to leave. “Where might I find some crystals?” you ask? Well, you’re in luck because I’ve got connections. Amethyst, regular quartz, smoky quartz, just about any kind of quartz, and red jasper among so many others. I’ve got all kinds, not only because of their intrinsic beauty and aesthetic qualities, but because I find them to be helpful. And if someone is desperately in need of crystals for whatever purpose, please don’t hesitate to contact me and I will put you in contact with the person whom I buy mine from.

Something I have noticed about psychic vampires is that it seems they do not like the smell of sage. Sage to a PsyVamp is like garlic to a blood sucker. I realized this when I was around people I thought to be psychic vampires during sage smudging rituals. They had the same reaction as movie vampires had to garlic. The sneer, the gagging, the squeals of “Get that stuff away from me!” What is the significance of this? Well, sage is known and used for repelling bad energy. Coincidence? I don’t think so. I also have hookups for sage, and I definitely need to purchase some more pretty soon.

So, the next time you’re around someone you believe to be a psychic vampire, try those methods to protect yourself. Put up a mental guard so that any offense will roll right off, leavinng you untouched. Remind yourself that they are just trying to get to you, and that you’re not going to allow it. Wear crystals or carry them in your pocket. And last, but not least, smudge yourself with a sprig of sage if you’re going out with them. If they are planning to pop on over for a visit, do a smudging on the area where you normally entertain your guests. Heck, do the whole house if you feel it necessary. (Note: Sage and crystals may also work on those you don’t want to be around for too long and I’ve even heard cases where it is said to be effective against those with negative intentions toward a person.)

Maybe these people aren’t really psychic vampires. Maybe there’s no such thing as a PV, or any other type of vampire for that matter. Maybe they’re just negative and rub off on those around them, much like a positive person makes everyone happy with their mere presence. But if they do exist, I’m prepared. I have my crystals, my sage, and just in case I run into the blood sucking variety, they’ll think twice about taking a bite out of my juggular because I love pizza. And pizza sauce usually contains the Number One homeopathic vampire repellent. That’s right. Garlic! A slice a day keeps the vampires away!


HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! Bloody Mary: A True Nightmare . . . as told by Joslyn Corvis

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Reposted from October 24, 2010

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! Bloody Mary: A True Nightmare . . . as told by Joslyn Corvis 

It was quite some years ago. I would say I was around thirteen or fourteen at the time. And it was the stupidest thing I have ever done. Well, scratch that; it was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done. To tamper with the supernatural is one bad idea.

My nephew was a few years younger than myself, but we got along really well. At times we did, anyway. We were like siblings. One minute we were cool, the next we were fighting like a ninja monkey and a pit bull. If a ninja monkey and a pit bull in battle doesn’t paint a vivid enough picture, I don’t know what will. But all in all, we were best buds. We were tight.

We decided to go into the bathroom, turn out the lights, and say “Bloody Mary” three times in the mirror. It was pitch-black in there. You couldn’t see your hand in front of your face if you squinted and strained your eyes. So, me being the idiotic leader, said it. I can’t remember if he refused and dared me to, or if I took it upon myself. “Nothing’s gonna happen,” I remember thinking, and probably said it out loud. I just didn’t believe in anything so stupid.

“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary…” I said, and I said it thrice, but I am too afraid to type it three times in a row. As I said the very last syllable of her name, I think I squealed and I just remember immediately flipping the light on. I just got way too scared. And nothing happened. Not in the very least!

Nothing came out of the mirror, nothing tried to grab me in the darkness, and nothing came up from any of the drains. It was silly and stupid.

Fast-forward a few days later. My nephews and niece had already gone home from their weekend stay. I was brushing my teeth in the same bathroom. I looked in the mirror and thought nothing of it. I had completely forgotten about the stupid little summoning ritual.

After checking my teeth in the mirror, I turned out the light and opened the bathroom door to leave. I swear, as soon as I opened that door, something flew at me. For years, I described it as a headless bat. I didn’t get to see it well because it swooped over me and I fell to my knees, cowering down. It came right toward my face, and that’s all I saw before falling to avoid it. A black, solid shadow. That’s why, for so many years, I said it was a headless bat. I could make out no features and though things get distorted through time, It seems that I might have seen a sort of stump where it’s head should have been.

The scary thing was that I didn’t only see it, but as it flew down, I heard it. Its wings flapped right over me and almost instantly it was gone! At first I thought it had flown into the bathroom, which it did, but it was just gone!

Now let’s fast-forward again to a few days later at school.

I was sitting there with friends. Something black flew at me, and it looked so much like the thing I saw in the bathroom. I fell to my knees, just as I had in the bathroom, and I screamed bloody murder! I was frantic! I mean, it was right there and I saw it again! But this time, everyone was around me. I didn’t have time to think, but I was just terrified.

I regained a little composure when I noticed that it was a sock someone had thrown at me. A trouser sock, which, when thrown, can look a little like a headless bat creature. I got picked on all the time, and this stupid group of boys thought it would be funny, for whatever reason, to throw a stupid sock at me!

Even worse, the vice principal walked right by and gave me the meanest glare. Couldn’t she tell I was scared? How could she not?!? I was frantic! I sheepishly said, “They’re throwing stuff at me,” because I didn’t want to say, “I thought it was the headless bat that tried to attack me in the bathroom the other day!” I almost said that I thought it was a bat as it flew at me, but it took me a while to even get the words out that they’d thrown it at me. I’m still really irked because the VP just looked at me as if I were some sorta freak, and she had no idea about the horror I had experienced! And she didn’t even reprimand those boys for picking on me!

But who would believe me about what I had seen?

And among you, dear readers, I wonder who out there believes me as I write this, or is chalking it up to another spooky Bloody Mary tale. But I can say that I saw something and I heard … something. What that something was, I may never know. I can only guess as to what it was. How did I see and hear it if it wasn’t there? How did it just disappear? Something that size, about a foot long (like a trouser sock in flight), would not have gone unnoticed if it had been trapped in the bathroom. It was one of the scariest, most puzzling things I have ever experienced. And it really makes you question your sanity!

So with that, I bid you all the Happiest of Halloweens!


Hex or Hoax?

NOTE: Names have been changed.
DISCLAIMER: Witchcraft is not something to be taken lightly. Don’t believe me? Just ask Christine O’Donnell; it ruined her campaign, and if you type her name in, the auto-search will say “Christine O’Donnell witchcraft”.
In 100% seriousness, you have to know what you’re getting into if you decide to dabble in the Occult. It could cause some unsavory consequences if you’re not careful, or if you don’t know what you’re doing.

HEX OR HOAX?

Remember Salem? It was a bad time for witches and Christians alike! If you weigh more than a Bible, you’re a witch. Thank goodness for scientists! But, is there such a thing as witchery? And does it work? Here are some true accounts to make ya go,Hmmm….

Let me segue into this piece with a little snippet I’ve heard about what appears to be a real witch sighting. It was nighttime, so it was obviously pretty dark out save for some lights scattered here and there. A man was standing outside his home and saw a woman sitting side-saddle on a broom off in the distance. She held his gaze as she floated by in mid-air. And then she flew away, out of sight. He was stunned, trying to figure out just what he had seen. There’s nothing more to tell, but that little tidbit leaves a lot to the imagination.

After getting some accounts of seemingly successful hexes, I compiled a few stories. Read on.

Sixteen-year-old Alex broke up with his girlfriend. Alex is now in his thirties, but he never quite got over her. He thought it was a simple case of love-sickness or guilt because of his youthful stupidity. He contacted her many years later, pouri.ng his heart out to her. He still loved her and thought of her quite often. He had done some pretty awful things to her, even though he was the one who wanted out of the relationship. In turn, she put a spell on him so that he’d never forget her. And he didn’t. He still has no clue that he had been hexed, and the only person who knew about it (other than the young girl scorned) was a friend. Through the years, Alex would pour his heart out to this friend about what could have been if he’d stayed with his high school sweetheart, but the friend never said a word to Alex about the curse.

There was a young woman we shall call Fran, whom everyone found obnoxious. She was always showing off and trying to get attention, and always taking credit for other people’s accomplishments in the work place. Sound familiar? Yeah. Thought so. Well, she trusted Marie with her purse, knowing that Marie wouldn’t have dreamed of rifling through her things or taking anything out of it. But Marie was not to be trusted completely. She snipped a stray thread from the purse handle and affixed it to a voodoo doll. Then she bent the doll’s limbs back and forth. The next day, Fran came to work bragging about how she was dancing at some club or party. Not unusual. She took any opportunity to show off her awful choreography, thinking people were captivated with her coolness while they rolled their eyes instead. Then she gave a play-by-play on which dance steps had caused her to hurt her arm and leg. Marie overheard Fran talking and giggled quietly to herself. “She just took advantage of me too many times,” Marie said. “And when I was running around trying to carry the workload of three people, she sat back with her friend and told me not to worry about it while they shared earbuds and the boss didn’t say a word. I got annoyed and walked out, telling her she could do it all herself then. After that she would run around saying, ‘Oh, let me get that for you!’ every time I lifted a finger, but I was so used to doing everything myself. The next day she told everyone she was going to beat me up, and that was the last straw.”

Miss Smith was fed up with a certain someone in her life. She couldn’t take any more of his nonsense. It was not her significant other, but rather one of his relatives. After he tried to sabotage her relationship and self-worth, she began to see how it affected her. She tried to ignore it for years, if only for the sake of keeping the peace. Finally, all those little things added up until her life became an uncontrollable avalanche. She got angry. And then she got even. She took all of the pent up emotions she’d hidden over the things he’d done and focused all of that negative energy toward him. Particularly, there was a completely unnecessary verbal cheap shot he had taken at her that echoed through her mind until it chipped away at her, helping to fuel her anger. “To put it delicately, I said that he should pee fire. The next day he had a really bad urinary tract infection. You have to be sure that what you say is what you intend, and you intend what you say. Otherwise, some wires may be crossed and someone could get seriously hurt. If you’re visualizing that you want someone to get a bad haircut but deep inside you’re imagining their hair falling out, the worst of your thoughts may overshadow the spell.” Now, this hex may be a coincidence, but it’s an awfully big one. I would imagine if you’re looking up UTI symptoms, it probably likens the pain to a burning sensation.

Now let’s move on to Vanessa. She was engaged to be married, until the truth came out about the person she thought she would spend the rest of her life with. Even worse, “the other woman” made Vanessa feel like the other woman! “I won’t go into great detail, but she just wasn’t this sweet, innocent person she played herself up to be. And when I tried to talk to her, she refused. I didn’t know what else to do and tried to play on her sympathy, but she didn’t want to discuss the situation, saying she didn’t need the turmoil in her life. She was just so self-absorbed, even when I pleaded with her she didn’t care. I was finally able to get her to talk, but she just was too dense to hold a conversation with. How could my beloved fall for someone like that, especially since he’d become so high-and-mighty about being so scholarly? I could tell she wasn’t ‘playing dumb’ so to speak, because of the notes I had found from her to him. And though she didn’t outright say it, she implied she was just using my boyfriend. So, even though I’m not proud of it, I hexed her. I wanted her lifestyle to catch up with her and it did. Not in an irreversible way, but just enough. So in a way, I didn’t really hex her. She did that to herself. I only sped up the process.” I asked why she didn’t hex the boyfriend. “Oh, I did. And as far as I can see, it’s working,” she said with a wink. “I just cast a different kind of spell on him.” Dare I ask for more? Sad to say, I didn’t.

Sheila was having a hard time at work. She had always loved her job, but after new management let people go to bring in their own employees, things got bad. The new crews was like a high school clique, sticking together and finding ways to make Sheila’s job harder, and her life miserable. She dreaded going to work now. She didn’t care when she was excluded from parties or break-time conversation, but she wasn’t getting important work-related memos. When she didn’t do something according to the new rules, the girls in the clique would tell on her. Some of the things they had done were just unbelievable. Sheila tried everything, from local management to the big dogs. With the involvement of counselors and human resources, things would get better for a while. But then it would go back to the way it was as soon as the fuss died down. Sheila’s sister, knowing the ordeal, bought her a hex book for her birthday. After looking at the book and finding an appropriate spell, she recited the words over and over. Within a short time, her coworkers quit, got transferred, or were fired. At last, there was one left, and she profusely apologized to Sheila, saying that she was not normally so catty or mean, but explained that the ringleader of the clique had such an influence over her that she couldn’t describe. With the leader of the pack gone, she said she was able to think more clearly which was what prompted her to give the apology in the first place. Or maybe she was worried about being the only one left with someone she had treated so horribly. As for the spell, Sheila changed a few words around by mistake, and what she said was what happened. As for the clique, I have to wonder if there was some sort of supernatural mind control going on, or maybe something a little less complex, like sheep mentality. Things are going great for Sheila now and she loves her job again. And because she saw the power of hexes, she never used that book, or any other of the sort, again.

Years ago, on a military boat, a man bragged how he loved the water and had several boats of his own. But he was an annoying, obnoxious braggart by the standards of many. So, two guys got together and secretly put a hex on him. The boastful seaman got…get this…seasick! He had to be reassigned, and that was that.

This case happened outside of the United States in a country where voodoo is widely accepted as real. A woman we’ll call Mary became very ill, and without reason. She got worse day by day, and she was hospitalized shortly after. Even after extensive testing, the doctors could find nothing to pinpoint the cause of her condition; the results were all coming up negative! Everyone thought she was on her last leg because she was so bad off. She had even lost consciousness for several days. Her sister went to a voodoo priestess for help, believing that Mary had been the victim of a voodoo curse. After the priestess conducted a ritual, Mary got better. Within a couple of days, it was as if she’d never even been sick! Who would want to put a curse on Mary, and why? A “friend” of the family was suspected. She couldn’t stand not being the center of attention. Furthermore, she had always seen Mary as a rival. Everything was going great in Mary’s life, and after being happily married for years and having her third child and only girl, Mary and her baby were hot topics again. Chalk this one up to a not-so-simple case of jealousy. After moving to the United States, Mary befriended a coworker. They had a lot in common, and both hailed from the same country. One day during a chat, Mary told her new friend about the voodoo curse. “I believe you,” said the friend, “because the same thing happened to me!” Although some details differed, the stories were quite similar.

The next time something bad happens, you may want to ask yourself if it is just a bout of bad luck, or something more. Because you just never know; there may be some unseen forces at work. But after spending so much time on hexes, I feel compelled to show some of the good things about witchcraft.

A man was healed of a glandular problem after his wife, unbeknownst to him, had used positive thoughts and prayers, and a photo of him with a healing crystal strategically placed on top. However, the condition returned some years later after he, unbeknownst to her at the time, began cheating on her.

When a person deals with someone they feel is evil, and there is no avoiding it, what can you do? Well, you can get some crystals or charms. Certain crystals have a natural ability to repel negativity, but if you use a charm, it seems you can cast a spell over it to protect the person from being harmed, physically or emotionally, from the “evil” person’s presence. In one case, after a person was given some crystals for this purpose, someone who was giving off some really bad vibes would flee at the first opportunity at hand.

A man with some financial troubles had been given a money charm. He had trusted the wrong people, so the money problems weren’t anything he had done directly. He was a little afraid of the money charm for a while, worried it might cause some sort of repercussion since money is associated with greed. But soon he would have to face the people who were imbezzling his money from his business in court, and he picked up the charm. He held it for a while, thinking how cool it would be if it worked. The next day, it was decided in court that they would have to pay him what they had taken, and they also had to pay him in damages. As it turned out, he had completely forgotten about the charm until he chatted with the friend who gave it to him some time later. When the friend brought it up, he admitted he was afraid of what consequences it might hold. The friend explained. “Oh, no, I had that part covered. The charm was specifically cast with a spell for ‘need, not greed.'”

I wouldn’t want to find myself on a receiving end of a hex, whether they’re real or not. It all just sounds way to coincidental for my tastes!


Werewolves: Beware the Texas Moon . . .

Shapeshifting is generally associated with Native American culture and legend, but I can’t say for certain whether or not it is regarded as truth among Native Americans themselves.  However, it has become a sort of mainstream interest with paranormal and occult enthusiasts, with books and websites that explain how to shapeshift and documented sightings of shapeshifters.  The idea behind shapeshifting is that one can become just about anything they want, whether it’s an animal, a tree, or a chair!

There are so many stories of werecreatures.  Werecreatures are generally large bipedal canines or felines, but I’m sure there are others.  Maybe there are werehorses, werebutterflies, and weredolphins.  Who knows!  It might seem a ridiculous stretch, but to someone who believes in werewolves, anything is possible!

The main difference, to my understanding, between shapeshifters and werecreatures is that a shapeshifter does not only have the ability to choose what they want to become and can will it at any time, but that they take on the appearance of your average every-day housecat, or maybe a common raven.  And no one is the wiser.  With a werecreature, legends usually state that the transformation is usually out of the person’s control, and they do not appear as a normal animal, but something larger and monstrous.

(  THIS JUST IN!  My friend, Audrey, who is quite the werewolf expert, enlightened me a bit more upon these creatures.  I had her read this because if you need to know something about werewolves, she’s the one to go to.  I was so intent upon the story rather than the legend, I failed to mention one of the more interesting takes!  But it’s okay, because Audrey was there to remind me.  She responded: “In many cultures, the were can also shift at will. Like European legend of a man who puts on the pelt of a wolf, or wears it like a belt can take on the form. Then take it off again when he doesn’t want it anymore. Or even in old Norse Mythology, those who follow Fenris were given the ability to take on the form of his children at will. =)” If you’re interested in reading some of Audrey’s inspirational writings, you can find it here:
http://audrey-haveyounotheard.blogspot.com/  )

 
But werewolves, my friend…Werewolves are a whole ‘nother story!

I am not talking about lyncanthropy, where a person believes themself to be a wolf and sometimes possesses super-human strength during a full moon while staying in human form.  People suffering from lycanthropy actually visualise themselves in the form of a wolf, and bite and claw at people, and when they are locked in a room they sometimes tear at the walls or doors at an attempt to escape.  Some even act on their desires of bloodlust, whether it is upon small animals, raw meat, or even people.  It has been noted by some that people with this affliction actually show more agility and coordination when they are walking on all fours than they do when they are walking upright.  Although lycanthropy is an interesting topic, my motive in this article is to give a little background on your Everyday-All-American Blood-Thirsty Werewolf!

Generally speaking, werewolves are regular people who turn into wolves when the full moon rises.  There are many theories on why someone is cursed to dwell among the damned.  Gypsy spells.  A bite from another werewolf.  A pact with the Devil.  Yes, there are some who become a werewolf by choice.  Their history is rich, dating back centuries ago and from what I’ve read, seems to have started in Europe, though there are werebeings in so many cultures from all over the world.  So, technically, our “American” werewolf is actually a mixture of legends and myths (and perhaps some truth) of the European werewolf, along with the eclectic mixture of cultures that we find here in the U.S.

But, as a true-blooded Texan, and I wanted to write about some down-home werewolf stories.  I turned up a couple of creepy tales, along with a very special story which was told to me firsthand!  So, read on…if you’re not easily scared. Mrs. Gregg of Greggton, Texas, had a brush with a strange creature in the late 1950’s.  Her husband was away on business, so she was alone that night.  There was a storm rolling in, so she decided to push her bed closer to the open window to enjoy the cool fresh air.  She drifted off to sleep, and shortly thereafter was awakened by the sound of something clawing at the window screen.  There was a sudden crash of lightening, and that’s when she caught a glimpse of a large creature with the face of a wolf.  She described him as “huge” and “shaggy”, and his eyes, she said, were “baleful”, “glowing” and “slitted”.  She grabbed a flashlight and watched the thing run into a cluster of bushes, waiting for it to run out from the shrubbery so that she could get a better view of it.  She fully expected to see the monster pop out, but instead, she saw an “extremely tall man” walking quickly toward the road before the black night swallowed his form. 

One of my favourite werewolf stories takes place in Lawton, Texas.  In 1970, there was an outbreak of sightings over the course of three days, and calls were flooding into the police department left and right!  One man had a heart attack when he looked out his window and saw a beast having a drink from his fish pond.  A group of soldiers stationed in the area also saw the monster.  There was another man who looked out of his apartment window and saw it leaning against a railing.  I don’t know what railing he was leaning against, but everything I’ve read on the Lawton werewolf says that he was leaning against a railing, so that’s all I know.  Anyway, he thought it was someone in costume until the beast jumped nearly twenty feet to the ground and ran away with the gait of a monkey!  The part that I find most amusing about this story is that the wolf-man was wearing pants that were a few sizes too small for him.  In most real life werewolf stories I’ve heard, the werewolves are just gallivanting around in the buff!  I think the clothes gives the creature a more humanistic quality than some of the other tales I’ve heard. 

Now, I cannot leave out the Converse Werewolf!  I live fairly close to Converse, so this story hits home and makes me wonder what might have become of the creature.  In the 1800’s, a farmer sent his son out to kill a deer and bring it home for supper.  The boy, aged fifteen, set out to do just that.  It was two or three days before he came home, and so the farmer went out to find him.  He heard a sound and set off in that direction with a ray of hope, but what he found was an eight-foot-tall creature hovering over the young man.  The poor boy had been eaten, and when the farmer approached, the animal disappeared into the woods.  It was said that the man became very depressed and died because he couldn’t cope with what had happened, and quite possibly felt as if he was to blame for his son’s death. 

I have heard about the Cleo Face, but I don’t know what to make of it because I haven’t been able to turn up a lot of information about it.  N.Q. Patterson was one of the early residents of Kimble County and had an interesting background.  He carved gravestones for a living, and during a bout with tuberculosis, he spent a lot of time carving things on the rocks that lined Bear Creek which ran along his property.  I would love to view an image of the Cleo Face, but there’s very little info that I can find on this particular case as it is.  Time had made it harder to discern the image, so I wonder if it’s visible now since it was carved near the turn of the twentieth century, or if anyone had taken pictures of it.  The face could have been that of a bear, but it was rumoured that it was actually the face of a werewolf.  Who knows?  But if anyone is interested in finding out about the image, maybe we should plan a roadtrip to the little ghost town of Cleo!  I would love to stop at little diners and gift shops along the way and collect stories about the local legend. 

And here is my final short, the reason for my delay in getting this piece done.  I wanted to make sure I got down the important details to this one, and I was finally able to sit down with Joe and my laptop and ask the questions I needed to know. 

This happened in Devine, Texas in 1963, around midnight and about a week before Christmas.  It was a moonlit country night.  Joe, a teenager at the time, was taking shortcuts through fields after watching a picture show.  As he made his way home, he came upon a large German Shepard, larger than any he’d ever seen.  At first all he could see was a pair of glowing orange eyes, perhaps a reflection from the moonlight?  Thinking the dog was friendly, he leaned over and put his hand out.  “Here, boy!”  But then the dog started growling, slowly making its way toward Joe.  He thought at first that the dog must have been rabid; living in the country, it is not rare.  And that’s when he ran, two miles back toward the highway that he had just come from.  The dog was nowhere in sight, and it was late and he wanted to go home.  So, he walked back toward a creek.  It was about a mile from his home, but there was a lot of brush and it was hard to see, so he made a detour toward a trailer where his friends lived, right next door to their parents’ house.  There was still no sign of the dog, and he was going to go through the corral to get to the trailer where his friends lived.  He looked around, and was right about to go through the gate, when in the blink of an eye, there was the dog on the other side of the gate!  It was as if it was waiting for him.  It seemed nearly impossible!  It was clear that this was no ordinary animal.  There was a large post, about ten feet tall, six feet around, where they would tie the cows to milk them.  He climbed the post to safety, even though it was smooth and took some effort, and sat at the top.  Again, there was no sign of the dog.  When he thought it was safe, he climbed back down, went through the gate and toward the trailer.  He knocked, but his friends weren’t home.  Luckily, the door was usually unlocked.  But the dog was still lurking outside.  Joe was in the living room, in complete darkness, and the dog started to pound and scratch against the walls of the trailer.  “BANG-BANG-Scraaaaaaaatch…BANG-BANG-Scraaaaaaaatch…”  No matter where he went in the pitch-black trailer to find safety, it was right outside.  BANG-BANG-Scraaaaaaaatch…. 

The dog pounded hard, rhythmically, and clawed on the outside of whichever room he tried to seek refuge in.  Somehow, it knew which room Joe was in.  So, Joe began to pray.  Soon he heard another dog.  He was sure it was the family dog, a little collie they called Lassie.  He heard the two dogs fighting, and then he heard one of the dogs give a few final whimpers of defeat.  There was no doubt about it.  One of the dogs had been killed, and he was sure it was that little collie.  It didn’t stand a chance against the German Shepard.  After that, Joe passed out from fear and exhaustion.

The next morning, he went outside and his friend’s mother was tending to her garden.  She was shocked to see someone come out of the trailer since her sons were working with their dad at the cotton gin.  He told her what had happened, and she didn’t say a word.  There was no air conditioning in her house, and her window was open and had been all night.  She didn’t hear the dog fight, and here’s the kicker:  It was right near her open window.  There were no traces of the battle, and Joe was sure he would have found blood or even the ragged body of the collie, because it was a very vicious fight.  But then, Lassie trotted right by, as if everything was fine, and without a single scratch on her!  Interestingly enough, it was thought that some people on the property engaged in white magick.  Was this dog a normal dog?  A demon?  Or some sort of shapeshifter?

On a sidenote, someone who lived in the vicinity had problems with the radio and television coming on in the dead of night, all by itself.  There were other strange things, like disembodied voices speaking in Spanish in a little barn.  When they looked through the windows, they could see shadowy people, but when they opened the door, there was nobody there.  When walking the empty fields at night, people would hear someone walking next to them…in shackles!  They could hear the chains as clear as a bell, and when they would stop, the sounds would stop.  Most people refused to go out by themselves at night!  But those stories are on a whole ‘nother topic completely!

I can’t help think of the bazillions of possibilities that could explain any given one of these stories.  Myth.  Local legend.  Hoaxes.  Pranks.  Undiscovered or misidentified creatures.  Delusions.  Vivid imagination.  Or, could it be, that there are things out there that exist beyond our knowledge?  Something unexplainable?  Something terrifying?  Something evil.   

Ask yourself what you honestly believe.  In the daytime, it’s easy to identify such tales nothing more than campfire stories to give a thrill of frightful fun.  But when you close your eyes to drift off to Dreamland, or when you’re walking on a path dimly illumed by the moonlight, and suddenly you visualise a pair of glowing “orange” or “baleful slitted” eyes staring at you unblinking, you just may think a little differently.


The Haunted Hummel by Joslyn Corvis

My dad was always telling me about this music box that, every now and again, would go off all by itself.  It wasn’t a real Hummel, but an imitation that to the untrained eye looked quite similar to the real deal.  Yeah, right. Suuuuuuure, I thought to myself.  I knew of the music box.  It was one my mom had for years and years.  If it was going off all on its own, why didn’t I ever hear it?  Even in the middle of the night when I was sound asleep, why didn’t the thing ever wake me up?

One day he was talking about it, and curiosity got the better of me.  It wasn’t that I didn’t believe in this stuff.  We’ve had all sorts of weird and unexplainable things happen here.  For instance, one day as my parents were sitting at the kitchen table, a magnet flew from the fridge and landed right in front of them, and there’s no logic as to how the thing could have achieved such an angle and such a distance without any help.  And one time my brother (who would probably say he was making a sandwich at the time), along with my dad, saw me flash by them.  But it wasn’t me.  Anyway, I guess I just wondered why I had never experienced anything with the Hummel, and maybe I felt a bit left out.

While my dad was at work one day, I went to their room, picked up the music box, and I wound it up.  I wound it pretty good, but the gears inside (which you could see when you held the hinged lid up) didn’t move.  Okay, the stupid thing is broken.  The gears weren’t moving.  It must have been some other sound he was hearing.  I don’t know, maybe the Ice Cream Man was making his (or her) rounds in the middle of the night and he was hearing the music from the Ice Cream Truck.  Maybe it was some alarm on some new-fangled machine that we’d just gotten and neglected to read the instructions to.  Who knows?  But there was no possible way it coulda been the music box.

Now let’s fast-forward.  It’s a few days later, maybe two or three, and my dad’s at work.  I’m in my room.  I hear a happy little song.  It was like little chimes going off in a melodic tune.  “Hmmm,” thought I, wondering where it was coming from.  Now, I would have thought it was a cell phone, but at that time, my mom’s cell had a ring like a regular phone.  It is significant to point such things out today because the first question asked by our modern youth would be, “Could it have been  your cell?”  I didn’t even have a cell phone at that time.  Oh, and by the way, I’ve noticed the majority of teens and pre-teens have cell phones, but it wasn’t like that then.  I didn’t have one, but the majority of my peers were still using landlines like I was, so it wasn’t unusual.

Back to the story.  Suddenly, I thought of that music box!I took off like a bolt of lightning to my parents’ room which was just across the hall, but I didn’t want to miss out!  I still heard the music playing.  I stared at the music box, which was playing at a normal speed.  I picked it up and held it in my palm, careful not to jostle it too much.  I sloooowwwwwly lifted the lid so I could watch the gears.  And as I lifted the lid, the music slowed, chimed the last few notes, and stopped before I could even get a glimpse of the gears to see if they were moving.

I figured that when I wound it up, maybe the gears didn’t move because the pin was down, holding them in place.  But if memory serves, I tried moving the pin and tried a few things before giving up on it the few days before.  However, maybe that’s the way this music box worked.  I don’t know.  There are lots of reasons the gears may not have budged.  And maybe, even though it took a couple of days, maybe there was some vibration that jiggled the table and in turn the music box, setting the gears in motion.  That, I can explain.  But for ever logical reason I come up with, I find myself asking more questions.The thing just didn’t seem to work at all, so how did it manage?  Why would it take so long for the box to go off on its own?  Why would it go off in the middle of the night if no one was messing with it the other times?  And the music box was just one weird thing that happened, so how could I ever explain all of the others?

While most instances with the Hummel were random and unprovoked, I think my interest in it may have sparked something.  Since I had been playing around with it, trying to see what made it tick so to speak, whatever entity that made it work knew just how to get my attention.