Showing posts with label Samhain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Samhain. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Ghosts

Since I was a little girl, I have been interested in the paranormal. It all started with Scooby Doo. Then, I read all the ghost stories in my town’s library, and then re-read them. When I was about the Little Man’s age, I discovered Hans Holzer. He is the godfather of the modern paranormal movement, where he employed a variety of methods to determine whether or not a particular site was indeed haunted. Some of his cases bordered on the fantastical, and some of his methods would be scoffed at by today’s ghost hunters, but if it wasn’t for him, there wouldn’t be K2 meters and the like.


I went from reading about ghosts to hunting them in high school. My friends and I weren’t exactly tech savvy, and didn’t have a lot of equipment. My primary focus was research, since I am also a history buff. Since this was the days before the internet, there was a lot of hearsay, checking township records (I got great at reading survey maps) and since I lived in Salt Lake City and had access to the Family History Library, genealogical research. I got to use my Nancy Drew sleuthing skills, and later on, used my journalistic ability to interview witnesses.

As I got older, I stopped advertising that I was interested in the paranormal. There were people who thought I ranged from a satan worshipper (obviously they didn’t know me very well) to a witch (like that is a bad thing) to crazy. After I met the Big Man, I felt comfortable telling him about my paranormal dabbling and he didn’t find me insane or evil, which was a relief. In fact, at one point in time, we lived in an (allegedly) haunted house!


About 10 years ago, a plethora of ghost shows began to air on TV. It started with Ghost Hunters, which in turn spawned about a gazillion including Ghost Bait (my friend Mallie was on the show as the tech guru), Deep South Paranormal (Duck Dynasty meets ghosts) and Ghost Mine (which combines a children’s book series with ghosts. Seriously. The Little Man read the books in 4th grade so he’s been fascinated with the dredge and Old Joe Bush, the ghost). Personally, I think the genre had jumped the shark with Celebrity Ghost Stories (Erik Estrada! Jermaine Jackson! Various other b movie & below “stars”!), but that hasn’t stopped the gravy train. While the Big Man has suffered through me watching them, he has the eye of a skeptic. He doesn’t want to watch them anymore, since they never really find any conclusive proof.

While you don’t always find something on an investigation (and if you did, I would seriously question your methodology), you do have evidence to document your time. Even back in my day, back when we had these huge, clunky tape recorders and cameras where we had to get the film developed, you had to review everything just to make sure you didn’t miss anything. Most of the time, we didn’t find anything to back up the claims presented. In fact, I can only remember one case where we found anything to correspond with what the homeowner claimed. It was my high school drama teacher who lived in an old Victorian in the Avenues in Salt Lake City. She had reported smelling a floral scent in an upstairs bedroom, footsteps on the stairs, and doors closing. One of my friends (in today’s paranormal parlance, a team member) swears she saw a shadow, but couldn’t rule anything out. We heard footsteps on the stairs when we were the only people in the house, and all were accounted for in the living room.

While I started hunting in high school, I had already spent years researching the field and was prepared both intellectually and spiritually. I had a strong spiritual practice, so I was able to both shield and ground myself. I spent a lot of my spare time reading about the field, and as the internet grew, joined message board groups with others having the same interests. Even today, I spend a lot of time reading and keeping up with information in the field, despite not being actively involved. What I am most concerned with are the weekend warriors getting involved with “ghost hunting”. They see things on TV and then feel like they are able to do the same thing, despite not having the proper preparation and training. It’s a double edged sword. I’m ecstatic that one of my greatest interests and passions has gone mainstream, BUT I think there are a lot of people getting involved with it who don’t have any business doing so.

 

For those who protest, I’ve seen every episode of Ghost Hunters. I know what to do.

To which I counter, I used to watch ER. Does that mean I’m qualified to be a trauma surgeon?

 

What is not shown on TV is the preparation that the good teams go through prior to an investigation. Many spend time in meditation and prayer prior to it. There usually is someone in the group who does investigations and interviews ahead of time (that was usually my gig), and there is a plethora of information that needs to be disseminated before ever stepping foot into a location. You need to be armed with as much information as possible so you know what you are dealing with ahead of time-no one likes surprises, especially in the dark. High tech equipment doesn’t mean you’re more likely to get evidence, and in my opinion, I think a lot of this stuff is great for TV but in real life probably serves no purpose.

 

 

The most important thing is to remember don’t tangle with something that you don’t know how to banish. I get so angry watching these ghost shows with people going into locations wanting to capture EVP’s or activity and “provoke” the ghosts. Think about it for a minute. If it was your space, would you want someone to come in and bother you all the time to make a noise or say something or whatnot. The best evidence on any of these shows came from when cameras were just rolling along and no one was around to bother the ghosts. Other groups bring in “psychics” or even worse, an Ouija board (a big never, don’t do that. Most certainly a never if you don’t know what you are doing!). Back in the day, we were there as observers. We didn’t interact with what may or may not be present. I am a believer that there is good and bad in the material and the ethereal world, and that is because of my faith tradition. By provoking or using a spirit board, you may be opening a doorway to something or someone less than kind or nice. Be careful of what you wish for, you just might get it.   

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Hallowed Eve

Halloween is more than just trick or treating, pumpkins and ghosts. It was the traditional end of the harvest, and end of the Celtic calendar. As I spend more time scrapbooking, I am reminded that I am but one link on a chain going back generations and generations. The older I get, the more I appreciate that connection, and want to share it with my son. In addition to going door to door for candy, the day can be balanced with ritual. It is a night to have fun and frolic, yet also remember those who have gone on before us.

 

This year before Halloween, we are going to add more ceremony to our October fun. A few days beforehand, we are going to have a special meal celebrating the harvest. I found a great meal blessing:

 

 Tonight is one of the tree nights we celebrate Samhain

It is the end of the harvest, the last of the summer days

The cold nights wait for us on the other side of today

The bounty of our labor, the abundance of the harvest

The success of the hunt all lie before us

We thank the earth for all that it has given us this season

And we look forward to winter, a time of sacred darkness

 

After dinner, we will take a cup of mulled cider (yum!) outside in a “formal” procession to our backyard, where our garden (usually) is. Every one takes a turn and sprinkle a bit of cider into the ground saying:

 

Summer is gone, winter is coming

We have planted and watched the garden grow

We have weeded

We have gathered the harvest

Now it is at the end.

 

Everyone will have their baggie of seeds that they will scatter in the garden. It’s a way of visualizing the circle of life, and it will be fun watching them grown in the spring. As they get scattered, we are supposed to meditate on our loved ones who have passed and say:

 

Gone from sight but not from the heart

You are remembered  and held in my heart

 

A final way of honoring of those who have gone before us (and my personal favorite) is to darken the room and have one candle burning in the center of the table. Using battery operated tea lights, our family takes turns lighting a tea light and sharing a memory about a deceased loved one. It’s a great way for our son to learn about those who have gone before him, and for us to reconnect with those who we desperately miss.

 

 

 

It’s a great prelude to a family Halloween party, where we can watch somewhat a marathon of Ghost Hunters, tell spooky stories and make a shrine to our ancestors. In addition to departed family and friends, I also include our departed pets because they were also part of our family.  I love incorporating this into our Halloween celebrations and having a spiritual component-since its more than just about the candy.

 

 

Spiced cider

 

½ gallon apple cider

2 c orange juice

3 cinnamon sticks

10 whole cloves

Zest of 1 orange

¼ tsp nutmeg

¼ allspice

 

Bring all the ingredients to a boil, reduce heat and let simmer 15 minutes. Strain out spices. Serve hot

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Mute

One of my good friends back home in New Jersey is a witch. I’m not insulting her, I’m simply stating the spiritual path that she is on. Some folks are Catholic, others Hindu and still others are witches. Her path is fascinating to me, since it involves so much of the unknown and has secretive overtones-at least that is what Hollywood would have you to believe. The reality is her life is as mundane as mine. There are no flying broomsticks, no cauldrons bubbling, no eye of newt in her pantry.

Many years ago, I had the privilege of attending a Dumb Supper she was hosting. It was shortly after my grandmother had passed, and I was still deep in mourning. She thought that this might be therapeutic for me. A Dumb Supper is held around Samhain (Halloween) to celebrate your ancestors. The term dumb refers to the fact that the meal is eaten in silence. I had envisioned something radically different from actually transpired.


She lived in old Victorian row home in LambertvilleNJ on the banks of the Delaware River, not far from where Washington crossed and turned the Revolution around.


We gathered in her living room, and it was an interesting cross section of fellow diners. One was a college professor and his wife, another was the owner of an art gallery across the river in New Hope, and yet another was a musician with the Philadelphia Symphony. I wasn’t sure if I stumbled into the suburban equivalent of Rosemary’s Baby or not, so I was rather reserved at first. It turned out most of them were as nervous as I was, since there were only a few other witches in the house (and most of them were related to our host). While the rest of the house was lit well, the dining room was dark, with just some dim candle light on the table. Leading the way into the dining room, my friend had a smudge stick that she walked around the room with. The attendees were instructed to bring a picture or a representation of their loved ones. On the server along one of the walls were candles. We placed our pictures behind a candle and lit it. Once we went into the dining room, we were to remain silent (or dumb). By the time the last guest entered, there was a warm glow of candlelight in the room and the scent of burned sage.


At one end of her table, there was a place setting for the goddess. My friend follows a Celtic path, so her particular goddess is Brigid (who coincidentally is one of my favorite saints). We had assigned places, and enjoyed an amazing feast. We had an amazing Irish stew in bread bowls (all from scratch) and a delicious apple Charlotte for dessert. It was awkward eating without talking to your dining companions. It is also a reminder of how uncomfortable silence can be if you are not used to it.

After we were done eating, we walked past the goddess chair, to silently thank her for dining with us. Next we picked up our pictures and extinguished our candles. Gathering in the living room again, some looked relieved to be able to speak again. The musician seemed extremely emotional as I was. It was a very therapeutic experience, another ritual to mourn.

 

Beef stew

2-3 lbs of stew meat

3 large carrots, chopped

3 large potatoes, chopped

1 lb green beans, trimmed

1 bottle Guinness

4 c water

1 bay leaf

Place ingredients in a crock pot. Cook for 10 hours on low. Discard bay leaf before serving.