This new book about another adventure with ‘Harry Potter’ (by J.K. Rowling) is all media hype and to me is about enticing people to delve into the fine art of witchcraft, which should not be considered bad with all due respect and no offense whatsoever to those who consider this as a valid form to their reality based religion.
I’ll be the one to admit I do not like reading books but will on rare occasion actually pick up one book (either hard but preferably soft cover) to find out how the story ends. My patience to find out any book’s ending wears thin easily. This means I read too fast and happen to finish an average of two hundred pages in one day!
I do not bother taking the time to fully understand every detail or contents of the reading material or appreciate the author’s creativity. The true creativity is really how the reader interprets what is being read and how patient enough the reader happens to be about the story and why there should be any reason to not try witchcraft.
I will also admit to trying witchcraft to some degree. My first thought was finding out how the magic world would benefit me and how far I could take resources available to further my every needs and desires. This first step was finding out the definition.
I went online and searched the dictionary and was not satisfied with the words describing what I could possible expect from trying out this in a practical sense and had to find other ways to expand this knowledge. I had to read more on this subject.
Books were bought and I read those, especially spells about love, hate and protection. Those didn’t work but one page from this particular book had lots of funny scribbles and cryptic words written, of course, in the alphabet of the English language.
So on one night in March 1998, I read a few of these strange words and directed my anger towards ‘unfriendly’ neighbor, who lives one quarter of a mile up north from our house on this stretch of my road. He would ride his motorcycle up and down in the middle of the night.
Since I could not take the loud noise through our formerly thin, aluminum windows and as I glared out through the aluminum blinds from my upstairs bedroom window, I had to pronounce these words without knowing what these meant. I believed I’ve said these several times during the noisy incidences.
Suddenly I heard a loud screech and an immediate shut down of his motorcycle. This was right before the main intersection of our street as he traveled one quarter of a mile from his house to ours in a south bound direction. The guy had trouble getting his motorcycle into an upright position.
I peered out the window blinds and stared in amazement at the intersection and couldn’t figure out what had happened. I assumed that my spell had work. I suppose I was really angry. I chuckled and went to bed as usual. But the fun was beginning for me.
I cannot recall but perhaps my paranormal experience boomeranged on me as my study indicated later on. As I tried to sleep and no sooner than I had my blanket covers on me, I felt a sharp striking sensation upon the outer section of the right corner of my bed! My fright and flight response was quick with the jolt of adrenaline.
I looked to my right and saw nothing there thin but air because I may recall having my bedroom light(s) turn on that night at that time. I thought to myself that perhaps the springs from my old bed were popping out from inside the mattress but I knew that I was neither that heavy a person nor jumped on my bed like a child having fun on a trampoline.
The invisible strike upon the outer section towards middle part of my bed occurred the second time again! That time I was truly afraid and jumped out my bed and ran downstairs to tell my bio-unit who quickly shooed me away as a person with a high imagination or who was dreaming. I was disappointed and alone again.
With no support from my bio-unit, I resorted to my Catholic prayer book. I quickly flipped through the pages to find a descent prayer or more to say and ran right back upstairs. Well, maybe after I felt comfortable enough to go back to my bedroom, I did go by myself.
There I was at the foot of my bed with all the light bulb(s) turned on to comfort me. I read my prayers out loud but not too loud to make my bio-unit think I was doing anything weird in my bedroom. But while my adrenaline was still coursing through my system, I felt ‘his’ heavy presence.
I kept trying to keep cool and calm but the anxiety was too tremendous that I was probably sweating, (or perspiring for us women), about being afraid of not knowing who or what was in my bedroom with me. The unseen entity was standing next to or about me. I was truly scared.
Later the following morning, I recalled having my first vivid lucid dreaming. I felt myself waking up with my eyes barely having the strength to flutter open. As I tried to open my eyes, I felt very small claw like sensations upon the inside of my right arm. Then I felt a jumping of two times – one my arm and then springing off onto my bed – and over my head like a kangaroo bouncing into nowhere.
I awoke not know what happened and once again saw nothing but thin air and nothing but my exposed arm. After these two freaky incidences, I went online to seek the aide of psychics and paid them for their services but got no real answers that could help allay my fears of the unknown. All I got was a ‘good thing it didn’t bite you’ as a response from one of my paid services.
So I continued to do more research and paid more psychic services until I find out how to stop feeling out of my mind, if you will. I had to take control and went as far as buying some tools of the trade: one athame, one cauldron (really meant for powdery incense), a tarot deck of the Edo period and candles and more books with words to read of prayers and spells.
My practice was incomplete due to the lack of a costume, a wand, a chalice, a bell, a bowl or an altar, which was a make shift table full of candles burning inside my room. I did not have the smokeless candles to burn and gave up doing anything with fire indoors due to lack of ventilation. The small fan simply was not strong enough to blow the smoke out my bedroom window. I couldn’t breathe either.
I bought some silver jewelry with the pentagram symbol — a few rings, earrings and necklaces. I still have those too and prefer wearing my large ring on my left ring finger to date and every other day.
Other related amenities were an Ouija board, chimes (an ‘OM’ and other noise makers), crystals (the shiny balls hanging from the read mirror of my car), a couple of pendulums for dousing and a singing bowl (which I figured out was that UFO-shaped object above my head when someone was scanning me and my environment through an online chat).
This experimentation went on for about a couple of years until I gave up trying to be a solitary witch. I simply knew this was too confusing to me because I could not understand how to properly protect myself or focus my intent. I did draw my circle of protection and prayed to the four corners with my athame. I felt nothing, really, after performing these types of rituals.
Reading stories and watching movies of these arts into ‘dark energies’ seem to encourage younger people to explore the world of magic. I noticed that the visual presentations of the movies are quite dark, morose, and the lack of natural sunlight. The bad guys seem to be (as I mentioned in my previous blogs), you guess correctly, brunette to jet black colored hair (like mine). The faces of the actors are quite ugly too.
Despite the attempt to portray people being heroes to anything not normally done in the past by bio-unit members (who are not born or raised into believing pagan), noone should practice anything unfamiliar until understanding the ethics behind doing only good as with this simple Wiccan Rede: ‘An it harm none do what ye will’.
This pure intention is more powerful than resorting to the unknown as this book seems to suggest and similar material circulating out there for the neophytes, who wishes to practice on their own or with others.
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