HOCUS POCUS

Casey was not afraid of ghost.  But, every night when she walked home she had to pass the City Cemetery and the thought of all those hundreds of putrefying bodies buried just a few feet away creeped her out.

Can a child die from fright, from his own…imagination?

‘Johnny, there is no monster under the bed.  I just looked.’

‘Yes, but Dad, he isn’t there until you leave!’

Molly is blind.   Her parents don’t believe her when she says that for the past two nights there has been tapping at her window and a voice whispers ‘Please let me in.’    Her mom says it is just wind and rain; but Molly doesn’t think so.   Tonight she will leave the window open.

How hungry do you have to be to eat the flesh of another human being?  Some might call it cannibalism, but I call it survival.
 

I knew grandma was dead when I opened the front door, but I still called her name as I climbed the stairs.  Outside her bedroom door I hesitated; I put my hand on the knob, but couldn’t turn it: that smell

Three days till Halloween
the Ol'Buzzard

use it you want.  You are welcome.O'B

HALLOWEEN

I am some disappointed.  Here it is the day before Halloween and after searching the online TV guide for Halloween movies I came up with nothing except a Michael Myers marathon – and that sux.

As I have stated on other blogs I don’t believe in ghost and goblins and things that go bump in the night; but I love Halloween and movies of monsters and witches and things that represent this season. 

 

Actually, my wife and I celebrate Halloween.   Halloween for us evolved from the times of witchcraft: maidens, mothers and crones – a time when wise women practiced medicine with herbs and spells and offered hope to people in special need. 

  

Witches, if you will, were uniquely in touch with the cycles of nature, as only women can be.   Men and religions over the centuries have suppressed these connections, until today girls and women and crones do not even realize the power they possess – they do not celebrate their nature. 

Halloween is their time, a time of witches, a time of women – It is the quintessential holiday for women.  A time for women to celebrate all stages of their life and renew their connections with Mother Nature.

 the Ol'Buzzard

GHOST AND GHOULS AND GOBLINS, OH MY!

Yellow Dog Granny tells a GHOST STORY on her blog.

(check out the link above)

I can’t remember the number of people that I actually respect that have told me ghost stories; but over seven decades it has been quite a few.  

I don’t believe in ghost and goblins and things that go bump in the night.  I do believe that there is a small veil between the conscious and the unconscious – the same unconscious that gives us dreams.  

Here is my reasoning:

I don’t believe that mankind is somehow divine among the animal kingdom.   That there is actually a god in our image and that after death we continue on.   If that were true then evolution would be untrue. 

I place ghost in the same category as vampires and werewolves.    As long as we are truly safe we love to be scared – no one really wants to live through a zombie apocalypse, but we love to watch it on TV.

A friend of mine, that I respect, says he saw the specter of a Civil War soldier while renovating an old vacant home in rural Maine.  He said the specter was dressed in a Confederate uniform; a woman I know claims to have seen a lady in a white nightgown at a supposed haunted bed and breakfast; numerous people claim to have seen a Confederate officer on a white horse at night in the Battleground Cemetery in Vicksburg, Mississippi.  The list could go on and on. 

One of my rational objections is the clothes.    People are born without clothes.   Clothing is strictly a social amenity.   Why would dead people come back clothed?   Is there a ghost wardrobe available after you die?   Can you check out a ghost horse and saddle and bridal and sword along with your uniform before you decide to reappear?   Or, do your clothes die with you and come back as ghost in their own right?

How come the Confederate officer can have his ghost horse and yet the two cats that I loved and lost won’t come back and stay with me?

Are there ghost birds and eagles and bats, or are humans somehow special.   At what point in the evolutionary development of mankind does this ghost ability evolve: Australopithecus – Robust – Heidelbergensis - Neanderthal?   At what point does man become divine?

When we are in our fight or flight mode is our mind capable of playing tricks on us?   I think so.   But, it doesn’t make it any less spooky.

 

 Oh My.

the Ol’Buzzard    

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http://yellowdoggrannie.blogspot.com/2015/10/ghosts-spooks-spirits-living-dead.html

OCTOBER: A SPECIAL MONTH FOR SPECIAL PEOPLE

When you are married to a witch October is a special month.

October 

Damn my hair has turned white.  

But, I still have some black in my mustache and my pubes are still black.

 The season for witches - and this one is mine

The baby is always watching the mamma witch

The Older Cat - My wife's familiar 

The exercise bike sits idle behind the chest: perhaps she can cast a spell that will make us want to use it next month.

Double bubble toil and trouble...

Counting down to Halloween

Look into my eyes...

The witch's broom -  hand made by an artisan in Kentucky.

Something evil this way comes

the Ol'Buzzard

HAPPY HALLOWEEN NOVEMBER 2

HALLOWEEN IS NOT OVER UNTIL THE CANDY IS GONE!

The Ol'Buzzard

HAXAN: WITCHCRAFT THROUGH THE AGES

Normally this time of year someone has posted the original movie on witchcraft and devil worship.  

So, for those of you that have missed it: hear presented is HAXAN - originally published in 1922.
(the first thirteen minutes are narrated pictures and then the movie begins.)

The shadows on the moon tonight
will bring with it a ghostly fright;
For witches fly upon their brooms
and dance the night to demon's tunes;
But dawn will bring a newborn light
Provided you survive this night. 

Happy Halloween
the Ol'Buzzard

A TIME FOR WITCHES

My wife, who I am sure is a witch, decorates for Halloween.

(sorry I have a new computer with Windows 8.1 and I don't know how to resize the pics - so they may take longer to download)

BOO!

the Ol'Buzzard

HALLOWEEN: MY FAVORITE HOLIDAY

I Love Halloween!

First of all, because it is a celebration of all things macabre; and I love books and movies on vampires, werewolves, witches and things that go bump in the night: something evil this way comes.

Also, because it drives fundamentalist Christians crazy:

A man also or woman that hath a familiar spirit, or that is a wizard, shall surely be put to death: they shall stone them with stones: their blood shall be upon them.

Leviticus 20:27

A POX ON THE CONGRESS

It is probably my age.

                                       

Or perhaps it is the month of October: a month of ghost and goblins and ghouls – Oh my! 

                             

But, the debt ceiling fight and the government shutdown seems totally out of place at this time of the year: a time of harvest – a time of food and friends and fairs and celebration from a year of toil.  

I have said before that I can’t seem to get goaded into depression about what seems now to be business as usual in Washington.   

People are posting dooms day scenarios on what Rachel Maddow calls the internet machine.  

But in reality: all of this will end in just one way.   We will grow old and infirmed or diseased or suffer an accident – and then we all die.  We will get put in the ground, or cremated and have our ashes in an urn – or some not so lovable relative will flush us down the toilet.   Whatever the outcome; when this happens, we won’t care about the debt ceiling or governments or political parties. 

And then two or three generations in the future – when we are long forgotten – people will still be exasperated with their politicians; liberals will be disgusted with the way the rich treat the poor; and people with hearts and brains will be protesting the next war. 

Things move on but stay the same.    You can’t walk in the same river twice, but the river is still there.  This slipstream of time that man has created – and mankind him and her self – are relevant only in the small self-centered ego of our species.

We change the things we can and accept the things we can’t change. 

We are approaching the season of All Hallows Eve when the dead can walk - in our minds.  We should use this season to put things in perspective.  

Celebrate this season.

A pox on the Congress.

the Ol’Buzzard

GHOST AND GHOULS AND ZOMBIES AND GOBLINS AND THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT.

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