Spooky Samhain Tail

Mist

Merry meet all,

Since you are either not brave enough or too busy to share a short horror story on my blog, I thought I would tell you all a true scary story or two. I do however, invite you all to continue sharing your terrifying tails, or tales here. You can post comments or put your story in the comment section for this post if you want. 

The stories have to be true. That is the one rule. This one is. It’s spooky. 

I was seated in the dark quiet living. Ok imagine an old Victorian home with all the spooky stuff. Ok I watched a movie and bored, I turned the movie off. I sat there quietly.  It was dark and quiet. Too quiet. I became uncannily aware that a restless earthbound spirit was behind the couch, watching me and waiting for me to be aware it was there. A dark almost formless shape. It seemed sort of human like. I sat there, still, and then got off of the couch. It came from behind the couch. Now the couch was against the wall, near large windows. The mantle and fireplace were on the other side of the room. The French doors were open (Thank the Goddess.). I got up and looked at a ghost. It was male, with a dark cloak or dark shadow around it. It’s eyes bore into my soul. I didn’t like that. Nor did I like the weird energy spreading through the room. Yikes! I had enough and fled. The spirit or whatever followed. And you think that was scary? Just wait. I fled up the large stairs to go upstairs. I felt like the Devil was on my tail. It breathed down my neck. It didn’t want me to get upstairs. My limbs felt like lead. I felt it right on my neck and had to force my body to go up the steps. I made it and as a grown woman, still ran into my Mother’s room. She is solid as a rock. I woke her up, much to her annoyance. The thing is, it followed but when I got to her room, the power of my Mom’s love halted the spook in its tracks. We said a prayer and it has not bothered me since. I will swear an oath in the courtroom that the story is true.

Please share your own terrifying bone chilling tales here!! Don’t be shy. 

 

Blessed Be,
Lady Spiderwitch )O(

 

Spirits of the Trees

face in trees
Merry meet all,
I was on a walk the other night on the trail. I saw the ethereal veil between the worlds. The trees looked so ethereal. I kept walking down the trail and admired the colourful trees. As I did, I stopped in my tracks. What to my wondering eyes should appear but a face in the trees!! No kidding. The tree boughs formed the face in the trees. I couldn’t believe my eyes!! The face looks outward. The nose was pointed and sharp and so was the chin. I was amazed. Let me know if you spot the face in the trees.
A friend pointed out two faces. Can you see them? if you can, comment on this post.
It’s getting closer to Samhain. I don’t want to postpone Samhain but I don’t want October to end. October is my favourite month of the year.I shall post more about Samhain soon. I hope you’re all busy preparing and having fun. 
Blessed Be,
Lady Spiderwitch )O(

Traditions of Samhain

Merry Meet All,

Samhain was known as “summer’s end” It was the end of the Celtic year and the beginning of winter and a time of reflection. The season began in darkness and worked towards the lighter season. The year began in winter and the days began at sundown. The night from October 31st to November 1st was known as samhain, or oiche shamhna or “evening of samhain”.

The Celts held four quarters days in their calender: Imbolg (February 1, start of spring), Beltaine on May 1st (start of summer), Lughnasadh ( August 1st, beginning of the harvest), and Samhain (October 31st).

They prepared in earnest for the cold winter ahead. They herded their livestock in to the stables or sheds. They selected which livestock they would slaughter to have food for the winter. They harvested all of the berries, grains, and corn. They believed the pooka roamed free at Samhain and on November 1 the pooka would bewitch all the food and render it unedible. They had to be quick to harvest before the pooka came to ruin it. The pooka was a bewitching horse with glowing amber eyes and an ability to talk. He also kidnapped children. If treated with respect, the pooka could show you the future.

The word pooka comes from the word poc, an old Irish word meaning male goat. The pooka comes out at nightfall. The Irish feared the pooka. In remote areas of Ireland, the pooka became a vindictive ugly goblin who demanded his share of the harvest. The reapers would always leave a share for the pooka, or risk having their crops ruined, fences torn down, or livestock scatttered about.

One ritual involving fire was the “wicker men”. A cage was made from wickerwork in a resemblance to a human form. It was filled with living sacrificial offerings such as animals, prisoners of war. They were burned to death inside the ‘wicker man’. Most of the time, they spilled milk, honey and corn into the earth.

The world to the Fae or gentry, was open on Samhain eve. The banshee, fairies, opened the doors to the fairy palaces. The Irish people mingled and partied with the fairies but they had to oeby the rules. There were more chances of violating the rules than having a good time. This was a time when the dead could walk the earth.

Today many Wiccans and Pagans still celebrate Samhain. The traditions have lasted to this day. Bobbing for apples, carving pumpkins, and lighting bonfires. Samhain was the time of the Crone, the Queen of Winter. She was reborn every Samhain eve and protected the livestock. But the most popular tradition that people still follow is the tradition of the dumb supper- setting an empty plate at the table to honor the ancestors to avoid offending them and was a way to honor them.

Honor the traditions of the past this Samhain with your friends and family. Beware of the pooka! Next up, ghost lights and Samhain prayers, and rituals to honor your ancestors.

Blessings,
Lady Spiderwitch