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Ma’at’s 42: The Answer to the Question of Life, the Universe and Everything

For more than two millennia prior to the documenting of the Ten Commandments, there were forty-two rules, counted as the acknowledged rules of life throughout Egypt, where Moses and the Israelites lived. These were The Forty-Two Principles of Ma’at. Many scholars believe that this is the true point of origin for the majority of the “Biblical commandments” as these were common laws under which all people throughout Egypt lived.



Witchery: Paranormal Stories from Friends and Family

It was a long hot summer and the stories of the Goat-man ran wild. In 1969, I was six and a half years old, old enough to be terrified of the stories on the TV, in newspapers, the pictures in the Fort Worth Star Telegram and the stories I heard first hand from the friends of my elder siblings. I do not recall if any of my siblings had been at any of the parties out by the lake that summer, but some of their friends and our neighbors had stories to tell. The sightings varied in descriptions based on how close the storyteller was to the action, but one thing everyone agreed on was the apparent strength of the creature. It picked up old used car tires from the nearby junk-dump area and lobbed them from hundreds of feet away at the teens and twenties who parked to party at the lake. People took to visiting the area at night in order to try to get a glimpse of it. Some described it as terrifying and others as pitiful and in pain. The creature did not stay in the news long, as the moon landing took precedence, but to this day, there are many who swear to seeing the creature that summer. Reports a few years later alleged that a local rival school had set it up as a prank. However, with the reported strength of the creature from several credible witnesses, including on-duty police officers, added to the fact that after all these decades later, no one has come forward to take credit even with the $5,000 reward for anyone who can prove that it was a prank. Witnesses still claim 45 years later, that they saw exactly what they reported. It makes people wonder, to this day, was the Lake Worth Goat-man something real, or just a prank?

Late in middle school, I spent the night with a friend, Denise K., when her high school age sister tried to introduce me to their Ouija board. I had already heard about this particular board from Denise during school for a few weeks, so I was not about to fall for that trick. She told me they used it for months before anything happened, however, one night about two months prior, they had contacted something, which refused to leave the board. It answered their questions with nonsensical answers where previously it had answered in clear responses. After a few times of trying to get whatever it was to leave the board, it became angry and froze them out. When I asked Denise what she meant, she said that the planchette became too cold to touch. She explained that it lost the cold temperature once they stopped using it that night, but every time they tried to use it since, within a few minutes of using it, the planchette would become cold again. Her sister brought it to the little hidden room behind her closet that was a part of the attic. I was bold enough to touch the planchette and it felt room temperature, however, less than five minutes later, while they were trying to talk whatever was there into leaving, they had me touch it again and sure enough, it felt like it had been sitting in a freezer. A few weeks later, they said they burned the Ouija board in their backyard while their parents were out to dinner. They never brought another one into that house while they stayed there.

Another Ouija board, about a decade later was the subject of another story. I had a friend who told me that he had used his Ouija board often when he was alone. He said he developed a bond with it. However, it had taken to moving around their apartment room to room and from closet to closet. When he told his mother about it, she took it outside and tossed it in the dumpster. A few days later, he opened a closet and there it was. She accused him of bring it back into the house, but he swore he had not. Every time she would throw it away, it turned up again. He said that they had already planned to leave that apartment in Oklahoma and move to Texas. On the day of the move, with all the boxes packed, taped shut, and loaded. She had him sit in the car and she took the board to the dumpster, again. He did not see what she did, but it took a couple of minutes before she came back, started the car and they left. Since they had changed states during the move, they were even more shocked when they opened a box in their new trailer and found the Ouija board, my friend accused his mother of finding one and taping it up in his box to scare him. She said she would not do that. He said it had to be the same one then. She scoffed and said it could not be the same one because she had broken a peg from the planchette and torn a section of the backing off without him seeing when she threw it in the dumpster. She said that way she would know if he was buying a new one when he got to Texas. They opened the Ouija board box together and were both shocked to see the peg missing and the backing torn exactly as she had described. They burned it in a barrel out back of their new trailer.

This same friend had an issue in a different trailer about a decade later back in Oklahoma. Several people in the group of friends decided to move into a trailer together. After a week or so of things moving around and things being misplaced, everyone was at each other’s throats. My friend was sitting on the couch with his brunette fiancé and her brother, another friend, and his blonde sister, also living in the trailer, were moving around. The blonde went into the restroom and closed the door. A few minutes later, they all heard a pounding that sounded as if someone were using their fist and trying to break down a wall. The blonde came running out of the restroom a minute later, angry and yelling that they had scared her by banging on the wall on the opposite side of the medicine cabinet and whomever had done it needed to go into the restroom and clean up the mess, immediately. The blonde’s brother, standing in the kitchen thirty feet from the restroom explained to her that the other three never moved from the couch where they were playing a game of D&D. He said he had a clear view over the kitchen island where he was making his lunch and no one had even approached the wall or the restroom since she had gone in. Occasionally over the next few months, the banging continued until they decided to leave the trailer and its unseen inhabitant alone. They split up, and went their separate ways.

An old friend from high school had moved to Florida and came for a visit about a decade after high school graduation. She was thinking about moving home and going to school in Texas. When I asked why she said that she thought someone was stalking her in Florida. She had problems with things moving around inside her house day and night. Even when she was at home, she could hear someone moving around in her apartment when she was locked in her bedroom. When she went to investigate, no one was there. She said it happened most often in the late afternoon and during the night. She would wake to the sound of talking in the next room, she never could hear what was said, and it just sounded like whispering through the walls. First her purse, but then her keys were always disappearing from one room and turning up in another. They constantly moved when not watched. At first, the purse moved from one spot in the front room to another. Then, the keys were the only things that moved. She left them in her purse after coming in and the next morning they were under her bed. She would leave them on the nightstand and they ended up at the back of a kitchen drawer. She made a peg to hang them on in her bedroom, and they disappeared completely and she had to replace them. When I asked who else had a key to her apartment, she said it was only her and that the only door in and out, had a knob lock, deadbolt, and a security bar, which was accessible only from the inside. I was still suspicious. I suspected that a previous tenant was responsible. Perhaps they knew a trick to work the bar bolt open. Perhaps a window lock did not work properly. No, she checked the windows and besides it was on the second floor and no fire escapes nearby. I told her to get a door bar that fit under the knob that she could kick firmly into place each night to protect her bedroom door. When she got home to Florida, she got one and used it religiously every night. The keys left hanging on the peg in the bedroom with her, still ended up in the fridge, the kitchen drawers, and inside the bathroom tub. It never resolved, so she moved a few months later when the lease expired.

Our old house, in Fort Worth, was a joy. Between Nightshade, my youngest son, my niece, and myself we all realized something was going on there and it was not a happy something. The first one to notice more than a general feeling of disquiet was my youngest son. He kept talking to me about the “lady in the kitchen”. He was not yet three and barely verbal at that point because he had stopped speaking entirely when his father crossed over. Usually he meowed and pointed if he wanted to communicate. The house was new to us so I had no idea what had happened there before we bought it. I thought I was just uneasy due to the recent loss of my beloved, and believed my son was talking about the babysitter. I gave up thinking about it when he went back to meowing a few days later, which lasted another 18 months afterward. It was not until two years later, after other things had happened that convinced me something was up that he brought it up again. I was getting ready to decorate the house for Samhaine and our local trick-or-treaters that he suddenly said “Mommy! That is her!” He pointed to a horribly disfigured skeleton-type decoration I was holding. I asked, “This is who?” looking at the grotesque figure. “That is the lady in the kitchen!” He explained.

By that time, I already knew that someone in the house was not alive and not happy about it. I would do basic smudgings, when the feelings got too strong to deal with, but otherwise left it alone. I did not want to send it away without knowing what it needed, why it was there, and I was not up to dealing with it, either. After a few months in the house, I was used to sitting downstairs and watching VHS movies at night while the boys slept upstairs. Every so often, those first few months, I would catch a glimpse of movement at the head of the stairs, which reflected in the huge mirror over the fireplace. It scared me because the stairs were closed on the side next to the kitchen where they shared a wall with the pantry, but opened up halfway down on the side with the living room. At first, I always jumped up and ran upstairs thinking a toddler son was about to plunge down the stairs, half-asleep. I always found them still in their queen-sized bed, curled together like a litter of puppies, so I thought it was just the nerves of the recently widowed, in the beginning. After a while, I would sit still when I saw movement and turn to look at the mirror, the movement always vanished, immediately. Finally, I decided to sit still and watch from my peripheral vision. It was then I noticed that the figure moving was the size of a pre-teen or newly teen child, not the size of my much younger sons, the eldest of whom was four and a half and the two younger sons were almost three by then. The figure would pace back and forth, in an agitated state and then vanish after a minute or two. This went on for a couple of years before I figured out how to soothe him by accident.

Our friend Nightshade was visiting one night, a few years after we had moved in. We had been sitting in the kitchen, talking when he decided to go out to his car to get something to show me. I cannot recall what it was. He left the kitchen and turned toward his left to cross where the staircase opened into the front room. As he came even with the staircase, he said he glanced up to make sure the boys bedroom light was out as they were supposed to be in bed. He suddenly let out a high-pitched squeal that did not fit his 6’ 3” height and a few hundred pound frame and dove toward the couch on the opposite side of the room from the stairs. I thought he was being silly at first and just playing around with one of the boys. You would have to know how much he goofed around with them and what a big kid he was to understand exactly how likely that was. However, the paleness of his naturally tanned face when he turned and explained to me, convinced me he was not playing around. He said that just as he cleared the panty/stairwell wall, something had launched itself down the stairs at his face with a fierce growl. He said it sounded feral and its eyes glowed but he could not identify a shape at all because it moved so fast. I asked if it resembled my late kitty Sinatra, as he had been hanging out at the new house with me on occasion, his response, “not unless Sinatra is about 4 feet tall now!” I explained at that point, apparently, the shadow boy was not fond of Nightshade for some reason. I sometimes wondered if he was jealous of the attention and fun the boys had with Nightshade.

The event that surprised me the most was with my niece, who was staying with me then and currently lives with me, again, in this new house with her father and two kids. She and her father had lived in the old house previously. I bought it from him when he moved onto his land a couple of months after my beloved crossed over while this niece was out in the Carolinas. Several years later, I went to spend a month out in Alabama tending to my dad, who had recently been diagnosed with cancer. I took care of his daily errands, cooked for him and ran him to doctors, biopsies, and surgeries for a month before I had to come home and go back to work or lose my job. My niece moved in and stayed in the house with my boys, running them to and from daycare while I was away. She and her six-year-old son had been living with her dad, but they stayed with me even after I returned for several months longer. It allowed me to work massive amounts of overtime to catch up with my Resource job and replace the funds I had lost during the month without paychecks. One day after my kids were in daycare, her son was downstairs playing, and I was at work, she said she was lying down in the bedroom which had been converted from a loft. She said she was sleeping with her face to the wall when she heard someone quietly call her name. She thought that I had come home unexpectedly, and she said “What?” without turning over or getting up. She said she waited a minute expecting me to say something else. When she heard nothing else, she turned over and saw the door to the room, still closed and locked. She told me about it when I came home that evening. My response, “You have the closet door closed in your room, you need to open it and leave it open.” She said, “How do you know it is closed?” To which I explained, “He doesn’t like it when the door is closed. I think he used to get locked in.” I told her about the other issues we had with the house and she said she never noticed anything during the decade she lived there, but I noticed that whatever was there felt comfortable enough with her and her name enough to call it, yet it never spoke to the boys or me. I suspect it was there all along and she had just never noticed it before. She opened the door and left in open for the duration of her stay.

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Witchery: Physical Manifestations from Spell Work

Some witches have them and some witches do not. It is a common thing in discussion within groups of witches as to the performance of our spell work and rituals. We compare rites and spells; we help each other with verbiage, components, and correspondences. We discuss the typical results and at times the unexpectedly shocking results. There does not seem to be any rhyme or reason behind the times when physical manifestations occur. While some of the witches I have spoken with have never seen a physical manifestation, others have them often. While I have seen a few in my lifetime, they are by no means, frequent.

The first such example was the spinning feather of Azrael’s spell to prevent shoplifting. When we first opened our shop, we had issues, as all stores do, with a certain amount of shoplifting. When a new business opens there are always tight times financially, times when every penny counted and inventory closely watched counts toward success or failure. In a small family owned store, inventory only disappears when purchased or stolen. After a few months of carefully checking the inventory and cross checking it with sales slips, it became obvious that we had a slight problem. A few high dollar items were missing. It was not a large amount of money, but if it continued, it would become a big problem. As such, Az decided to take matters into his own hands. He spent a couple of days researching spells, gathering components, and writing the words. When he decided he had it all as perfectly arranged as he was going to be able to achieve, he decided to cast the spell on a feather and we would hang it over the doorway leading into the shop.

Now bear in mind, by this time he had been writing spells for quite a while, we had used them to great effect for several purposes. We had never seen a physical manifestation of a spell to date, though. In this particular spell, we raised the energy; he used a special oil and incense I crafted to bind the spell to the feather. The last step was the spoken invocation to cause anyone who stole from the shop to have nightmares until the stolen item returned to us or the thief returned to pay for it. This was where the feather, which had been peacefully lying on the green marble altar decided to stand on its quill without human assistance and spin in place slowly. I am not certain who was more surprised, Az or myself. I just know that it was the first, but not the last time, I saw him achieve things that a Hollywood special effects designer would envy.

After mounting the feather over the door, we sat back to see what would happen. We did not know what to expect, but a few days later, a tarot deck disappeared. We waited. Two days later a teenage boy who always came in with other regular shoppers, but never purchased anything himself, came into the shop. I was sitting at the register, talking with a couple of our regular shop kids. He looked frazzled as he slapped the missing deck down on the counter, along with a small book and a couple of other items that had gone missing previously. He turned and walked out of the shop without saying a word. We never had a problem with shoplifting, afterward. Things that went missing one day, would “turn up” somewhere else in the shop a few days later. We never knew if they had been returned after shoplifting or just liked to move around on their own, but we kept the feather over the door, just in case.

Another time, Az intended to look into the future for a specific time, he sought an answer to the question of keeping the shop open, and continuing to split our time between it and our newborn son. Our precious son, born with several severe heart problems, had open-heart surgery at four and a half months to repair the issues, but his three-month checkup was looming and we were worried, nonetheless. Thus, the question, keep the shop open and keep profit flowing to live on or close it, deal with no new income, and focus 100% of our time and energy on our precious baby. The night he chose to cast the spell, he constructed a circle inside our living room as I sat inside it with our sleeping son in my arms. All went swimmingly well, until Az asked for the veils to be lifted and the future revealed. While Az saw the future presented, all I saw was the side wall of the room opposite me ripple, then disappear and I saw the house next to us as clear as day. Their front door, the windows with lights reflected through the kitchen curtains. I know I jumped because the sleeping baby suddenly fretted in my arms in the same second. At this point, I decided I was not going to be surprised by Az and his spell works any longer.

My only physical manifestation to date has been during a healing spell for the sister of one of our adopted shop kids. Years after the shop had closed, and after Az had crossed over, I had talked her into coming to work at the company where I worked. One day, her sister was undergoing a surgery to remove a growth from her neck. It was a dangerous growth and she was terrified for her sister. As agreed, I cast the spell during the time the doctors were performing the surgery and I kept the candle burning and spell going throughout the day until after the recovery period where her sister woke. Since I was at work in a fairly new job, I did not feel comfortable casting at my desk, so I cast in my car. I had the altar erected; the candle centered and secured so it would not tip over if someone bumped into the car. I set an alert on my computer for each hour. I went out, tended the candle, and refreshed the spell. When she called me from the hospital and told me the surgery was successful, I went to the car, closed the spell, and put the candle out. The next day at work, she was telling me how she kept smelling flowers all day at the hospital. When she was in the waiting room, she smelled flowers. When she went for coffee in the lunchroom, she smelled flowers. When she sat in her sister’s room, she smelled flowers. When her sister woke, her sister smelled the flowers, too. Suspicious, I asked what type of flowers and she said she did not know the names of all of them, but she named two. In order to confirm my suspicion, I took her out to my car, which smelled strongly of the healing oil I crafted especially for her sister’s healing spell. My car literally reeked of the oil thanks to the hours the candle had burned the day before. As soon as I opened the car door, her eyes widened and she said, “Oh my God, Tee! That is it! That is the flowery smell we smelled all day, yesterday!”

Who knows why physical manifestations of spells occur. I certainly have no idea why some spells physically manifest where others do not. I have heard several witches report the same sporadic, on again, off again, manifestations. No matter how often we discuss it, no one I speak to has a clue as to why it happens occasionally or how to make it happen every time. Personally, I just consider it a blessing, a sign that a spell worked to a higher or more potent degree than a spell where no manifestation occurs. As eclectic as my own witchcraft is, I will take what I can get, I am not a picky witch.