Calling Aunt Hagatha. Are You Here With Us Now?


Calling Aunt Hagatha. Are You Here With Us Now?-By Debbi Decker

So, you are thinking you will invite a few friends over, light some candles, and hold a séance. You might even want to haul that dusty Ouija board out of the closet and use that during your séance. May I make a suggestion? Don’t.

I think that just about everyone has heard of the Ouija board and many of us have used it at one point or another. Ouija boards are a fascinatingly scary subject. The board we are most familiar with today was invented in the 1890s and the patent was subsequently sold to Parker Brothers in 1966 (Parker Brothers has since been acquired by Hasbro, Inc.). The early 1890s board caught on quickly as a tool to be used by the Spiritualist movement. Several well known authors, poets, songwriters, and others have attributed works and deeds to working with the Ouija.

So, why do I suggest you not use it?

As someone interested in the paranormal, and a ghost hunter with some sensitive abilities, I shy away from the use of what are called spirit boards. Spirit boards have been around for thousands of year and the Ouija board is simply a newer version of the same. There are references throughout history of their use for communicating with the dead. There are also references of these kinds of instruments allowing entities of dubious nature to pass through from the other side. No one is exactly able to explain how these boards work, only that they do.

My grandmother was a very proficient user of the Ouija board. Blindfolded, she would lay her fingers on the planchette, and off it would go. We were instructed never to ask our questions out loud. She did not want to know what the questions were. But, she could answer them. Each and every time. As a teenager, I participated in a few of these events, and every time I did so the end result would be that my silent questions would be answered. I never felt the supposed “fun” of it though. After a few times, I stopped attending.

Some would say that my grandmother memorized the board and was very good at sensing body movements, and of course could tell by the subtle gasps and intake of breath that she was on to something. Some would say that she could certainly “predict” what questions a teenage girl would have (boys, dating, clothes, etc.) and could tailor her answers directly. I will never understand how she was able to do what she did with so much success. She never directly called for guidance, but she repeatedly told us that her hands were being moved by a spirit to spell out the answers to our questions. Most everyone who participated in these events enjoyed themselves and always looked forward to the next one. Not me.

It is possible that using these boards focuses a portion of the mind that fine-tunes the “radio frequency” emitted by the brain so that the spirits and the entities are more easily able to communicate with us. Over the years, I have run across many references to the opening of portals while using spirit boards. Portals are doorways to the other side, the other dimensions, etc. Sometimes what passes through these portals might not be a benevolent spirit stopping by to answer your question. How would you be able to tell? It’s not like you will get an honest answer if it is not a benevolent spirit. But then, I could be wrong. It might just answer. In ways you would never want to experience. I have never asked and I don’t intend to. Because I have also read and heard first-hand about the numerous demonic possessions and evil hauntings that resulted from people playing around with a Ouija board.

I cannot explain the aura that enveloped me every time I sat with my grandmother while she worked the board. I can tell you that it always made me sick to my stomach and very afraid. I knew nothing at the time of portals, entities, demonic possessions, and the like. All I knew was that my grandmother assured me that this was innocent fun. Nevertheless, something “other” was always lurking in the background that terrified me. That alone was enough to cause me to step away and leave the Ouija behind.

So, have your séance, and ask Aunt Hagatha to drop in for a visit. Leave the Ouija board in the closet (or better yet, burn it). Aunt Hagatha, I would assume, was a nice person and maybe she can give you a good stock tip. I would not, however, bet the farm on any answer that came through the use of a Ouija board!

Debbie Decker is proprietor of twistedpixelstudio Art & Assemblage Emporium. Check out her artist page to find links to her shop and blog to read more of her writings. Visit again next month for the telling of hauntings and ghostly tales by Debbie Decker.

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Superstitious New Year


Superstitious New Year…-By Angelique Duncan

The time honored traditions of ringing in the New Year, the fireworks and banging noises, the Champagne toast and that all-important kiss at midnight, out with the old and in with the new! For most, the turning of the year would not be complete with out these rites. These customs have accompanied the modern celebrations of linear time passage for generations, but why do we do them? Most may not realize how deeply rooted these traditions are in superstition.

The practice of January 1st as the start of the New Year was not truly adopted as the “official” start of the New Year as we know it now until the 1500’s and it was not until the 1700’s that most European countries began the practice. Most of the traditions and customs associated with the holiday originate from ancient history BC when New Years was celebrated in conjunction with the Spring equinox and the lunar calendar.

The hoopla of blowing horns and banging pots and fireworks at midnight did not originate as celebratory fanfare. Today many make a big noise at the stroke of midnight to celebrate that the old year is over and the New has begun as a mark of time passage. It was once widely believed by many cultures that at midnight evil spirits would prevail and seep into the coming year if not warded away. Some cultures believe that the “devils” of the past year will carry over and bring misfortune from the previous year into the new if not driven away.

The drinking of alcohol usually sparkling at midnight comes from the traditions of the Greeks and Romans to share wine at auspicious or religious occasions. Although in modern times most see New Years as just another occasion to drink until drunk and “party into the New Year” the traditional drink and toast at midnight has a more enduring and meaningful background. Many cultures had the tradition of breaking bread and sharing communal drink as a way of building solidarity as a pact of family and togetherness of experience. The traditions of speaking words of the midnight toast were to reflect on the passing of the events of the past era and set the tone for the era to come. The communal toast was to celebrate the optimism and hope for what was to come in the next cycle of time. To share the passage with family, friends and community was to symbolize that one would have those who are dear to them near in the next year.

The New Years kiss has a similar background in meaning. A kiss at midnight or within minutes of the New Year symbolized that one would not be alone and sealed that the person kissed would find romantic relationships in the coming year. Some cultures believed that the person who bestowed a New Years kiss was the person one would enter into a serious relationship or marry with in the coming year. To some the tradition reinforced that the relationship they were involved with would endure into the coming year.

Many take time at the start of the year to “clean house” figuratively and literally. It was once believed that by cleaning the house before the New Year began was to literally clean away the dark spirits, negativity and any unwanted circumstances from the past year. To start the New Year organized and with ones affairs in order was to make way for positive occurrences.

Our traditions are symbolic of bringing good luck and fortune into the New Year.
So when one makes toast, whoops and hollers, eats black-eyed peas or kisses a pretty girl at midnight, know that you are carrying on time-honored traditions that root themselves in deep symbolic belief and superstition. At the stroke of midnight may family and friends surround you and the New Year bring you happiness and health, and may no demons follow you into the coming year!

Angelique Duncan is proprietor of Twilight Faerie Nostalgic and Capricious Objects. Check out her artist page to find links to her shops and vintage inspired traditional holiday art. Visit again next month for more traditions and folklore.

They Came to Visit Christmas Day


They Came to Visit Christmas Day.-By Debbi Decker

Christmas morning found me wandering a fog filled cemetery, taking pictures, pausing now and again to read the inscriptions and to marvel at the beauty of the worn, moss capped stones and statues. I was alone that morning. Not another person around. But perhaps not completely alone. If you look closely at the first picture in this article, you will see several circular spots. Those spots are considered by some to be orbs. Orbs are thought to be a gathering of energy by the earthbound dead that can be easily manifested. If that is true, I had quite a bit of company at that moment.

Some people see every orb as a visiting ghost. I am not a person who believes that every unusual spot that shows up in a picture is an orb. Having studied orbs over the years, I find myself unconvinced either way. They can be water drops or bits of dust that are reflecting light and the camera catches them at just the right moment. With the advent of digital cameras, orbs are appearing more frequently in our photography.

Sometimes, though, you catch something that is different and defies the usual explanation of light, water, and dust. Those are the times when you sit back and wonder if you just had a visitation, from a friend, family member, or just someone passing through. I like to isolate the orbs I capture in my pictures and blow them up to see if I see anything inside them. Most of the time I don’t. But recently, I captured an orb on a ghost hunting expedition. I leave it up to you to decide if its simply dust or perhaps something more.

The logical side of me believes that the orbs in my photograph from Christmas day are likely reflections from water droplets in the trees and air. It was foggy after all. The romantic side of me, however, wants to believe that they were the inhabitants of the cemetery, and that they were gathering to wish me a Merry Christmas.

Debbie Decker is proprietor of twistedpixelstudio Art & Assemblage Emporium. Check out her artist page to find links to her shop and blog to read more of her writings. Visit again next month for the telling of hauntings and ghostly tales by Debbie Decker.

Twas the Eve Before Fiddler The Cat

‘Twas the Eve Before Fiddler-The-Cat

Translated from an Unknown Elvish Language into English

By Intricate Knot

‘Twas the eve before Fiddler-the-Cat and all through the forest, every creature was stirring…most especially the mice (since they had to keep out of Fiddler’s way, being that Fiddler is a most excellent cat and a mouse catcher extraordinaire).

Popcorn and cranberries had been strung on pine trees with an artful flair, with only a few nibble liberties taken. Handmade poppets and cards, jewelry and glittery decorations were all wrapped up in pretty boxes. Cakes and cookies home baked smells filled the air.

Tiny faery stockings were hung on big, fat toadstools to dry out. The Faeries, it seems, had been very busy in the early morning snow and got their small feet quite wet.

Sweet little wolf pups were all snuggled in a cubby hole at the base of a tall tree, while visions of juicy bones and wide open fields played out in their furry, little heads.

I took it all in and couldn’t help but give a sloppy grin. That most favored time of the year, Winter Solstice is upon us and to not celebrate would surely be a sin.

But that will have to wait until tomorrow. Yawning hugely, I knew celebration or no, right now it was time for my bed.

Making my way to my tiny cabin in these woods, a brilliant white light suddenly flashed overhead.

“Now what could that be?” I asked myself, for it appeared no one else was around. I didn’t have an answer for myself though. So I scanned the night sky to see what might be the source. But all I could see was Lady Silvery Moon and three Sleepy Blue Stars.
copyright Intricate Knot

Then without rhyming, reasoning, or warning, that very same brilliant white light filled a clearing in the forest, just straight ahead. Before I could make one step in its direction, a happy tune, a jig (if you will) begin to play out. But play by itself? This I must see for the tune’s happy notes seemed to be coming from that brilliant light, just up ahead.

I leaped in a flash and I’m actually quite lucky I didn’t slip in the snow, which had suddenly covered all the ground like a fluffy white blanket. But I had no time to wonder over the snow for now it dawned on me that I wasn’t alone. Colorful faeries, tiny red finches, squirrels, Ms. Owl, Mr. Beaver, Mama Wolf and her pups had followed that very same light, now listened as I to that very same tune and had found themselves here in the blink or two of an eye.

And what did we see in the great forest clearing? What played such lively music so freely and with such magical flair? Why, ‘twas Fiddler-the Cat, our Faery Forest mascot, our firm friend, and our very well suited partner for all our creative, holiday endeavors!

And what a jolly mood Fiddler was in! His golden-green eyes, how they sparkled with mischief and fun! His black fur how it shone like a well-polished gem! His cute, kitty paws moved with such grace and such speed as he continued playing his much beloved violin!

copyright Angelique Duncan

Playing one tune after another, he said not a word, just gave us a wink. Ah, it truly was magic we heard.

And somehow we knew that he needed our help. Velvet bag at his feet, each of us dropped a handmade Winter Solstice treat inside. To whom would these special gifts go? Well, that was for Fiddler to decide.

Enchanted though we all were, we knew the evening must end and the new day to soon begin. Before the sun could start his rise in the distance, and the deep, dark blue skies, stars, and full luscious moon give way to golden beams and warm shine; Fiddler finished his closing tune. At our applause, he gave a slight bow, scooped up his great velvet bag and gave a genteel “Meowww.” Then with his kitty vim and vigor, he sprang up the tallest tree and disappeared from our sight.

I watched the faeries and animals and elvish creatures yawn and stretch as we made way to our beds. But I heard Fiddler exclaim, ere he nimbly leapt from tree top to tree top,

“Merry Winter Solstice to all and to all sweet dreams and a good night.”

Illustration “Three Sleepy Blue Stars” by Intricate Knot
Illustration “Night Before Fiddler” by Angelique Duncan

Intricate Knot is proprietor of Cards For A Gloomy Day.Check out her artist page to find links to her shop and blog to read more of her writings. Visit again next month for more adventures of Fiddler the cat.

Krampus is coming to town…


Krampus Is Coming To Town…-By Angelique Duncan

He has a cloven hoof, covered in fur, horns and an inordinately long devils tongue and pointed tail. He rattles chains, rings bells, and carries a broom switch and a dark cloth bag or basket on his back. If you’re naughty he’s coming for you! He is Krampus. Although demonic in appearance he is not evil. He is the conscience of the Winter Holiday Season. He travels with St. Nicolas, or Santa Claus as he is sometimes known, and on occasion with a winged angel.

Krampus emerged from pre Christian Germanic tradition and has held a controversial position in holiday history. He has been known by many names, Grampus, Klaubauf, Bellsnichol, Krampusz, Wubartl or Bartel. In early history during the Inquisition he was banned by the church and religion. Later Austrian Fascist and social conservatives outlawed him. In modern times religious conservatives in America have discouraged his presence and deemed him evil and glorifying to the devil. Social conservatives advocate that he is too “scary” and inappropriate in his appearance for children. Despite this Krampus has endured and is enjoying resurgence in popularity.

Legend has it in variations depending on region and era that he travels with St. Nicholas on the annual winter visit to children. St Nicholas delivers sweets and gifts to those children who have been virtuous and good. To those who have been naughty Krampus delivers switches and coal. The folklore goes on to state that if a child was particularly ill willed or a considerable brat in nature Krampus would beat them with the chains and broom switch or the worse possible punishment of all. He would scoop them up in his bag or toss them in his basket and take them away to the Black Forest. Some say he would detain the children and lash them for their offenses. Others tell that he would eat them for his Christmas supper.

Krampus serves as conscience that there are consequences for ones actions. His image instills a reminder that even if one thinks they are “getting away” with their crimes, St Nicholas and Krampus are ever present watching. Come December 24th, reward or punishment will be served.

Angelique Duncan is proprietor of Twilight Faerie Nostalgic and Capricious Objects.Check out her artist page to find links to her shops and vintage inspired traditional holiday art. Visit again next month for more traditions and folklore.

A Haunting At Christmas


A Haunting At Christmas-By Debbi Decker

The stockings are hung, the tree is decorated and the fire is flickering. Gather ‘round. It is time for a ghost story.
What?! Wait! It’s Christmas!
Not the time of year for that kind of thing!
We want stories of Santa, and Rudolph!

Believe it or not, telling stories of hauntings and ghosts during the Christmas season was a popular Victorian pass time. You are perhaps familiar with the story written by Charles Dickens and published in 1843, titled “A Christmas Carol”. The story not only features three different ghosts, but many historians also believe that publication of this story brought about the mid-Victorian revival of lost Christmas traditions and beliefs. This Victorian revival drew heavily upon the old pagan symbols such as the Yule log, caroling, the holly and the ivy, and the “Father Christmas”, the precursor of our modern-day Santa Claus. All of these practices had their roots in pagan festivals such as Yule and Sol Invictus, and it was believed that during the Solstice season, the barriers of the earth are at their thinnest and ghosts cross over to complete unfinished business.

Merry Olde England is awash with tales of Christmas hauntings. Anne Boleyn, the second wife of King Henry VIII, has been sighted each year on Christmas Day near Hever Castle, her ancestral home. The White Lady of Cornwall appears each year on the day of the Winter Solstice, and it is said that to see her is to bring misfortune. Small white swine or pigs with red ears are said to cross the road every year on Christmas Eve in Calcutt, Wiltshire. These, and stories like these, were told during the Christmas season each year.

It’s almost a lost art. There are, however, some more modern instances that recall the practice of telling ghostly Christmas tales. Dr. Seuss’ 1957 publication of “The Grinch that Stole Christmas”. Tim Burton’s “Nightmare Before Christmas” which was aired in movie theaters in 1993. And, have you ever truly listened to the words to that popular Christmas song “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year”? This song was written in 1963 by Eddie Pola and George Wyle, and recorded by Andy Williams. I call your attention to this verse:

“There’ll be parties for hosting,
Marshmallows for toasting, and
Caroling out in the snow.
There’ll be scary ghost stories and tales of
The glories of Christmases long, long ago.”

The stockings are hung and the tree is decorated. The fire is flickering. Let us gather together, revive an almost lost art, and tell tales of ghosts and hauntings this Christmas season.

Debbie Decker is proprietor of twistedpixelstudio Art & Assemblage Emporium.Check out her artist page to find links to her shop and blog to read more of her writings. Visit again next month for the telling of hauntings and ghostly tales by Debbie Decker.