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Witchery: When Life Settles Down, the Time is Right. A Psychomanteum, at Last!

For close onto three decades, ever since reading a book back in the mid-eighties about the works of John Dee, I have wanted to have a dedicated psychomanteum in my home. While I was a single woman and living on my own in apartments, it was not feasible to set aside an entire room dedicated to the purpose of connecting with spirits. When Azrael and I first married we discussed it often, but with the arrival of our first son, barely four months into the marriage, we had more important things to concern ourselves with at the time.

A few months passed and with running the little occult store, coping with Azrael’s work-related injury, the shocking need for our beloved first son’s open Az and his favorite menheart surgery at four and a half months of age, a working psychomanteum completely lost its importance in our minds. Roo’s surgery went amazingly well, thanks to the superlative efforts of one Dr. Lawrence Fox, pediatric cardiologist. A week of recovery in hospital to return home, then we continued on with our lives. The addition to our family of several beloved and “adopted” kids from the shop dropping by daily or nightly, the resultant religious study classes, coven circles, handfastings, pagan celebrations, and more, then the surprise expectation of our beloved twins, life moved even faster. Add in their birth, Az’s return to better health, his new job after teaching himself computers and networking, my teaching myself web design in my spare time while taking care of the (now, three) toddlers and homeschooling them. All thoughts of building a psychomanteum flew out the window, no room, no time, and no energy left for such a pursuit.

Two years and a few months beyond the day when our beloved twins, Coo and Doo, were added to our beloved Roo, we got into our first actual house; only two bedrooms, but half the garage was built into a mostly hidden room, so we finally we had a dedicated magick room. We used it for many spells and much research for two months and nine days before I suddenly lost all focus when we lost our beloved Azrael. Couldn’t stay there, in the place where he had so briefly lived, so I moved house again.

This time I got a mortgage on a tiny two story; with three small bedrooms up, one large dining/living room and a tiny kitchen down. No room for magick but an enormous backyard for four of those huge climbing toys, backyarda 20′ circular trampoline, a large, but shallow, above ground pool, dog run for our Irish and a one and a half story shed to store bins of toys and such in; perfect for three little boys who needed lots of distractions and room to run after losing their best friend/favorite playmate and also having to start attending Kindercare while mommy went off to work and left them all day long for the first time in their little lives. Since I started with a web design company three weeks to the day after Az passed, there was no time to think about magick, much less a psychomanteum.

As time passed, I changed jobs two years in and when to work with Az’s old company. I got to meet so many people he loved, told stories about and who loved tee2him, too, from the stories they told me of him. Six years in and that house was paid off eight and a half years after losing him and working myself literally sick and into the hospital several times over the last year and a half there. Boys were teen and preteens by now, so time to make a change, again.

Suddenly, laid off work at the same time I found out my dad had terminal cancer; I spent the next two years getting my medical transcription license, running dad around to doctors, nursing homes, boys to school in another city, then dad to hospice, fixing up and selling the tiny house for a great profit while house shopping, finding this amazing place, paying cash, and finally moving dad into this new large 17834_1264032635291_6259814_nhouse with us and setting him up into the master suite until we lost him seven months later. Moved in a very false friend, several family members and an acquaintance, over the next few years after losing dad; if someone needed help, we helped. That is just how it was. Now, it is just the boys and I, things have settled, we have declared no more giving a room to anyone and everyone in need after the last few experiences we have had with family members and the kid from the boys’ school who was allegedly kicked out of his parent’s home. We found the truth about his situation and the causes for his troubles, including the unmentioned arrests, unfortunately, after the fact. So, no more charity in the Clan household, we are “done”.

In being “done”, we have started reassessing the layout of the current house. Things are moving around, being organized, items stored in the attic, and finally, I will have both of the enormous walk-in closets in my room, for my own use. Anyone who knows me, personally, knows I have enough clothes to maybe half fill a normal sized closet, at the very most. I am the opposite of a clothes horse, and do not like to shop at all, never have… unless we are talking books and occult items… then I plead the 5th amendment, immediately! Why else pick a house with not only the boys’ big stone game room, and lots of storage space, but my front library, as well.

So, in the next few days of cleaning and reorganizing, I am hoping to begin the cleaning and construction phase for the long awaited psychomanteum. living roomI am brimming with ideas and almost vibrating with excitement! I expect to have it done before Yule, and will (with any luck) be able to have it in use in time to speak with Azrael on the 17th anniversary of his leaving. The set up of the room will not take long, but I already know and am prepared for it to take a while to acclimate to the use of the room. I have all, or almost all, that I need to build out the room for the intended use, there is plenty of room for the chair, table, mirror, and necessary accoutrement to achieve the purpose, the only hold back at this point is time. With holidays approaching, time could be an issue, but I am hoping to report, very soon, that the psychomanteum is up and running.


Musical Interludes Highland’s Apparition

Highland’s Apparition

Chevelle’s song is about a house that some of the band mates shared for a time. They said they experienced some rather creepy effects during their time living in the home, which inspired them to write about the events. The song is lyrical and haunting all on its own.

See it, startled
Afternoon I had to ask
Or dare I, ever know
Tell us, we are demented
Watch as attention span
Hold, so fast
Then go up in smoke

I don’t think you’re nervous enough
It happened to show its own face
Search for the soulless ends
Now point him towards rest

Culprits, shudder
Apparitions left in time
If we’re honest, sight unknown
Crowing, frozen, bedroom
Awoke up certain
Lays a tomb, her tree holds it
Unbeknownst, still sending chills

I don’t think you’re nervous enough
It happened to show its own face
Search for the soulless ends
Now point him towards rest

You won’t find me curling up
A place that should make sense
Well, excuse me for this better judgment
Night is so worth waiting for
A blinding scare so cauterizing
Arms out pointing, sit and stare
At this proof, this living proof
This proof, this living proof

Sun’s up, braver
Hands and legs untouched
Before we forget, save this
Unaging proof

I don’t think you’re nervous enough
It happened to show its own face
Search for the soulless ends
Now point him towards

I don’t think you’re nervous enough
It happened to show its own face
Search for the soulless ends
Now point him towards rest

Produced by: Chevelle and Brian Virtue

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Past Life Experiences: Real, Fake or Genetic Memories

One of the questions that bear pondering continues to come up in the witches forums. Do past lives really exist? When witches talk about their past lives are they discussing an actual life, as we know and describe it, which was previously lived by their soul? Does the soul bring its memories with it when it reincarnates into a new body each time?

One conjecture that has come up recently is the idea of genetic memories as stored in the individual cells. Stories abound of the lab rats trained to run in specific maze patterns. They are bred, and the newborn rats removed from the parents immediately. When this new generation of rats is put through their paces, surprisingly, the scientists found that the new rats learned the same mazes much quicker than their parents. Somehow, they passed on some of the knowledge or experience of the maze patterns prior to the birth of the new generation.

Creepy as it sounds, we have all heard of the flatworm experiments that make these creatures even more mysterious. After training to expect an electric shock, when a bright light was used, the worms were then ground up and fed to other worms. The knowledge was hypothesized as being passed on in part either biochemically or via genetic memory of the ingested worms, because when tested, the worms who had ingested the train worms, reacted to the train much more quickly than the worms who were not fed the trained worms. Some people say that the worms followed the slime trails of those who had gone before. If this is so, then the trained and untrained “next wave” or “next generation” should have been on equal footing by following the slime trail, right?

Some people state an absolute belief that past lives are facts. They say that the soul inside the body is capable of remembering, given proper stimulation, the lives it has lived before and communicating them to the brain of the existing body.

Others are fond of stating that past lives are nothing more than the delusions of troubled people. Other people feel that the person reporting past lives, does so for the express purpose of deceiving others, and as such artificially manufactures past lives.

Another group, believes that the past lives phenomenon is the mind remembering, or extracting the past lives of the previous ancestors who donated DNA to the currently existing body, from the genetic material carried in the existing body. Such as, someone remembering a time when they lived in another country and spoke a different language is nothing more than a great, great, great, grandparent, or some such ancestor who shares DMA with the currently living person.

All the lives that we experience are like the petals of a flower, each different yet linked to create an overall beauty. There is no way to know how to explain the phenomena of past lives. There is no way to know where the memories come from. Each person has to decide for themselves what they believe is behind the memories that people discover and report. Have you tried to find out about your past lives? Where do you think they come from?