Thursday, October 17, 2013

Signs...

Recently, my cat brought me a wounded finch.  He showed up with it at a very inopportune moment.  At first, I thought it was a mouse.  Yes, my poor cat is so lonely for other pets, he will bring in half-dead animals from outside just to have something to play with.  Sometimes, I think we humans have nothing on animals when it comes to the macabre.  

But anyway, the poor thing could no longer fly and it proceeded to flutter bleeding through the kitchen into the living room and under the couch.  For reasons unknown, it then came out from under the couch, so my cat could corner it.  At this point, I had my gloves on and I was able to grab it up.

The poor little thing broke my heart.  Terrified and beyond help.  I took him outside and put him in some leaves below a tree. I tried to interest him in the birdhouse, but he hopped away into the leaves.  Later, my cat brought the same bird in.  His neck was broken.  There had been deer in that part of the yard, so I'm guessing he got trampled.  Sad, sad story.

I don't know what more I could have done.  Probably something obvious that I'm just missing.

So what does it mean? Maybe nothing.  Or maybe it was a sign.  Symbolically, finches are associated with happiness and freedom.  And what do I take from this? Something is about to fall away.  But the symbols are mixed given the timing and circumstances.  Honestly, it is hard for me to be objective.  I will just have to be patient.  And wait for a clearer sign.  

But patience is not my long suit, so I looked at my week as a whole.  Any predominant themes in the ennui of humdrum that characterizes my life these days? Yeah.  This week I made a true and concerted effort to forgive those who have wronged me.  I put it in writing.  There lies my truth.  Forgiveness in general has been the theme: for myself, for others.  I want to stop hurting over things I cannot change. 

And this was the sign I received.  Maybe I'm doing something wrong.  More eye of newt, perhaps? My life is not perfect.  I struggle with my own personal array of demons.  But I am lucky.  I know how to deal with a haunting.

It was not the only sign this week.  The very next day, someone showed me a key retrieved from a car accident.  The car had gone up in flames.  Luckily, no one was hurt.  The key was all that was recovered intact from the contents of the car.  It was a house key.  My first thought was that it was a powerful sign of the strength and love in that home.  But it was burned black.  That is dangerous.  The fire had come close to home.  Definitely a time for vigilance.  Again, mixed symbols.  If it were me, I would bury the key.  I would bury it on the property, but I would not keep it with or on me.

Sometimes all you can do is acknowledge the message.  Then, turn inward and take inventory.  Because who knows how long the wait will be.  Try to do right by the messenger.  But do not keep mixed signs close or on your person.  Save that place for purely positive signs.

Tonight I found my mug fractured.  Still whole, but unusable.  It was one of a pair of honeymoon mugs.  That was a fun trip!  Granted, they were not real expensive, but I was really upset.  What could it mean? Maybe that it got jostled around with the other dishes and broke.   Maybe it means that I got injured and something had to give.  Maybe it means that I have forgotten how to have fun.  There is so much chaos swirling around me now.  I partially blame this blog.  Sometimes it is easier to leave things shrouded in mist.  I just have no idea what to do with that mug.  I can't stand to throw it away.   This is how hoarding begins, I'm sure of it.  Maybe I should take my own advice and not keep a mixed sign in my home.



Thursday, October 10, 2013

Don't Gamble With Ghosts

It is time for another HOW TO DEAL WITH A HAUNTING movie review.

I just re-watched the 1990 Patrick Swayze, Demi Moore paranormal extravaganza "Ghost."  It was kinda fun to see a young Demi and (dearly departed) Swayze.  No pun intended.  However, I thought I was going to be suffering for almost three hours in the name of blog fodder.  Then, twenty minutes in, Whoopi Goldberg appeared with her uncanny ability to save even the worst movie from itself.  

I hung in there.  Soon, I was surprised to see that this movie had salient points to make about the paranormal (in a loveable, over the top kind of way).  In the course of this movie, we watch the ghost of Sam Wheat (Swayze) develop from a shocked, novice shade to a powerful haunting entity.  Sam Wheat acts in order to protect the love of his life, Molly.  But he inflicts a very different kind of haunting upon his enemies.  It is a classic unfinished business/revenge haunting.  

There are many types of hauntings in this movie, which brings me to the Train Ghost.  I can't believe I forgot all about him.  Probably because he is a little too spookily real.  The Train Ghost is trapped in his death state, but he's been around so long he has grown powerful.  He's a deeply confused and possessive haunting entity.  The first time we see him, he's sucking the breath out of some poor sap reading the paper on the subway.  Sage would do nicely for the Train Ghost.  It would slow him down a bit.

Luckily, nothing could slow down Whoopi Goldberg's portrayal of Oda Mae Brown, fake psychic turned real.  Honestly, I think she liked her life better before her thoughts were crowded by ghosts.  Oda Mae's story arc is fun, but also substantial.  It shows that once she could hear one ghost, she could hear them all.  The same goes for people who can see beyond the physical plane.  That's where most of us are.  We only sense the physical plane.  A few see more and we call it a gift.  But once you see, you cannot unsee.  It makes everything harder.  

There were a few disturbing elements in this movie as well.  While exploring her newfound abilities, Oda Mae Brown opens herself for possession.  The first time it happens, it is an accident.  Afterwards, she feels as if she is covered in sludge.  But later, she purposefully offers herself up to Sam Wheat.  This mistake looms large in my mind.  There are people who do this.  Either as a gag or with the hope of an otherworldly experience.  Never do this.  Guard your body.  Be vigilant with your soul.  Do not gamble with ghosts.  Never offer a haunting entity anything.  Not your Ipod, not your pets, not your body.

Another disturbing element was the fate of Sam's enemies.  The bad guys' transition to the otherworld was not a smooth one.  To say the least.  Violently, they are whisked away by a spectral police force.  These entities can only be described as shadow people.  Usually, I do not like to think, talk, or write about shadow people.  I was just shocked to see them represented as accurately as they were.  

But since I have started down this road, I will explain.  Shadow people are negative energy made manifest.  Black mist entities; they are more powerful than ghosts.  Different from poltergeists, the two entities often co-occur.   

More on poltergeists later...


Shadow people are extremely dangerous.  Over time, they can do very real damage.  They are not demons, but not far off.  Demons can kill, shadow people can slowly strangle the life out of a situation.  If you have problems with this kind of entity in your home, then move.  That is the deal.  Move and pray they don't follow.  Pray that their connection is to the property and not you.  If they do follow, call a priest or a find a shaman.

Anyway, I don't want to end this post with the negative and scary.  I enjoyed watching "Ghost" again.  It was fun and campy.  I was also pleasantly surprised by how they painted the paranomal.  Whimsical, yet sometimes scary.  But only if you believe in that sort of nonsense.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Mirrors Have Memories

Mirror, mirror on the wall, oh what tales you have to tell...

In ancient times, seeing your reflection was considered powerful magic.  Then again, ancient man was pretty well limited to what they could make out in a clear, still pond.  And while it may not be magic, I imagine if I had only seen my reflection a handful of times during my life that I would think it was a pretty big deal too.  In primitive times, people concerned themselves a great deal with magic.  You couldn't stub your toe without having to think about what god you had inadvertently offended.  

By the time of the Romans (especially in the days of the early Republic), things hadn't improved much.  Certainly logic had begun to eclipse superstition.  People were no longer confused and scared by the idea of a reflection.  But the privilege of being able to gaze upon oneself on a daily basis was reserved for those who could afford it.  Most mirrors of this time were made of highly burnished metal, which did not cast a very accurate refection.  One could probably have gone their whole life without seeing what others saw.  Think about that.  It's hard to imagine.

The Romans also gave us one of the most enduring superstitions about mirrors: the seven year curse.  The Romans believed that there was a powerful connection between mirrors and spirits.  If you broke a mirror, then the soul trapped within it also died.  It was not a permanent curse because the Romans believed the soul regenerated every seven years.  Luckily, this curse could be mollified by burying the pieces deep in the earth.  Curses were common business for the Romans, so they figured out some bad luck loopholes.

There are many other superstitions that revolve around mirrors.  For example, if a mirror falls from a wall it is supposed to mean that someone will die.  Also, it is customary for mirrors to be covered in the event of a death, so that the soul of the deceased does not become trapped in a mirror.  It seems there have always been strong correlations between mirrors, misfortune, and death.  

Reflections and mirrors hold a powerful fascination for the human psyche.  What do we see when we see ourselves? How do others see us? What do we want to see? How much of our self image is dependent upon what we see in a shiny piece of glass? 

Mirrors also have a role to play in myths and fairy tales.  They are archetypal.  Mythology warns us against the dangers of reflections.  Apparently, Adonis would have snorted his reflection if he could.  Fairytales also tell us that mirrors can be evil.  And that they can turn on you.  Remember the Queen in Snow White? I can relate to her plight whenever I see a new wrinkle or grey hair.  

But the Queen was not the only one to utilize the magical properties of mirrors.  Practitioners of magic have long used mirrors (or crystal balls) for scrying.  There are also party games (e.g. Bloody Mary) where people try to get a thrill by calling forth an evil spirit from a mirror.  For me, this is akin to playing with Ouija boards.  It should not be done.  It is not a game.  It is dangerous to try to call forth entities from the spirit world.  Generally, it is not "good" spirits who are looking for a way back in.

This all boils down to the idea that mirrors can be repositories for wandering spirits.  And while this may or may not be so, it is worth considering that mirrors are powerful repositories for memories.  Not because there are gnomes living in the mirror.  It is because each time you have ever looked at your reflection, it made an impression.  Somewhere in your psyche is a stored memory folder called Reflections.  It's probably buried somewhere in that 95% we don't actively use, but it's there.  All those stored memories combine to help form perception of self.

But what does this have to do with hauntings?

If you move, it is a good idea to leave the mirrors behind.  If the house was haunted, there is a chance the haunting entity can become trapped in the mirror and move right along with you to your new home. But even if that does not happen, some part of you will recognize all that fear and trauma in the reflection of the old mirror.  Likewise, if the house was a place where physical or emotional trauma occurred, it is better to the leave the mirrors behind.  

If the home was a happy one, I still recommend buying new mirrors for a new home.  It is part of making a fresh start in a new place.  The memories will always be with you, but you will be able to see yourself in a new light.