This is the month that I have
always loved – better than Christmas.
This is the witching month – the month that the spirits of the dead
occupy a parallel universe – a sheer membrane away - from the living.
All around us the world is
dying: leaves are falling from the trees and the grass is turning brown; and
the chill in the air portends snow which can turn our visual world into a
skeletal realm of black and white.
You can’t explain it, but you
can feel it in your soul, at night, when the moon is shining…that something
wicked this way comes.
I do not believe in ghost,
goblins, angles, devils; or gods for that matter. My mind is too logical – but – there is
something witching in the month of October.
the Ol'Buzzard
