Sunday, July 27, 2014
Some of you who have driven the Black's Woods Road in Downeast Maine between Franklin and Cherryfield, may have heard about the legend of Catherine's Hill.
Dale Whitney, a musician who had finished playing in Bar Harbor one evening, was traveling alone to Machias.
"It was very foggy and I came up on the top of Catherine's Hill and I was kind of straddling the line a little bit because I couldn't see the road. And I got up to the top of the hill and all of a sudden I looked and there was a woman standing on the left side of the line."
Whitney says he pulled over and rolled down his window, only a few feet away from the figure.
"I looked at her and I could see her complete image, everything she had on, but I could look through her which was really kind of weird."
Whitney says his body was covered in goosebumps.
"She stepped up to the car and in a flirtatious way said, I want to go to Bar Harbor and I said I just came from there."
In fear, Whitney sped away.
But by the time he reached the bottom of the hill, he reconsidered his actions and doubted his senses.
"She may be real. She's probably had an accident. I turned around and drove back up on the hill and she was gone."
Even though she was nowhere to be found, he still remembers what the figure was wearing.
"She had on a light blue what we use to call an evening gown in the old days. It hung all the way to her ankles and you could actually almost see through it."
For skeptics, Whitney has this to say.
"If anyone told me the story, I'd say the guy's crazy, something is wrong with him. No nothing. But it happened to me and I'm absolutely sure of what I saw."
This next encounter is from a UMaine Machias student.
Lacie Pottle took part in the Catherine's Hill project for a class.
They made a makeshift ouija board.
"So we kind of had this feeling that because some of our energy was put into it, it was better than a store bought one. When we st down to use it, we made sure it was on flat ground and we put the jar on it and we all had our hand above it so you could tell if there was pressure on it."
What happened next was most alarming. She says the jar began to move.
"We didn't move that jar. That's all I can really say. We didn't move the jar, please believe me."
Pottle says she's returned to the site more than once since the project.
She says it was almost like the presence of Catherine took her over.
"It was just weird how attached we became and how she made us feel that way. And the heavy heavy weight that immediately got lifted when she came back around."
To this day, Lacie is puzzled by the events that unfolded.
"Something happened that I can't explain and that science can't explain. So I walk around on egg shells as far as beliefs go these days."
So if you dare, take a drive along the winding road of Black's Woods.
As the legend goes, if a figure appears, you must stop and offer it a ride or pay the consequences.
The Legend of Catherine's Ghost
Travelers who claim to have seen Catherine's ghost on the hill most commonly describe a woman approaching the traveler asking for a ride, sometimes to Bar Harbor. Catherine is said to be dressed in a light blue evening or ball gown. Travelers who decline the ghost's request suffer various consequences. Purportedly Catherine was traveling on the road with her husband or boyfriend, after their wedding or prom night in Bar Harbor, when they were in some kind of accident (that it was a car accident is belied by the fact that the "Catherine's Hill" moniker predates the widespread use of cars in the area, at least back to the 1930s). It is said that Catherine lost her head in the accident, that her significant other was never found, and that Catherine wanders Catherine's Hill and the Blackwoods area searching for her head and her missing love.
The book Dark Woods, Chill Waters: Ghost Tales from Down East Maine contains several variations on the legend. It also includes testimony suggesting that the Catherine legend may have been based on an entirely uneventful evening in the life of one Catherine Downing, d. December 29, 1862.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
I recently received a question concerning the Grand Grimoire and other occult texts. I have some knowledge on the subject, but not enough to comfortably offer an informed opinion. The following information was mostly provided by other sources, though it does include information I have personally compiled:
The Grand Grimoire is a collection of black magic Grimoires. It is a book, also called The Red Dragon, and the Gospel of Satan. The term Grimoire is a general name given to a variety of texts setting out the names of demons and instructions on how to raise them. Effectively a Grimoire is a book on which a wizard relied for all the necessary advice and instruction on raising spirits and casting spells. To be effective, the wizard should be initiated in the art of reciting the formula and following the rituals that are associated with the spells. Some superstitions claim that Grimoires must be in manuscript and in red ink, bound in black or in human skin, and that they must be given to the user as part of a witch's legacy. If money is involved, all powers are cancelled out.
The Grand Grimoire is mostly likely authentic since the Roman Catholic Church officially claims ownership of it, but has never allowed the public any access to it. It is fact that it was discovered in Jerusalem in 1750, in the tomb of Solomon, written in either Biblical Hebrew or Aramaic. The manuscript has not been dated to an earlier time than this, or else the Church has not said, but the book itself is inscribed with the date of 1522 AD. Theorists claims it was copied in that year from a manuscript written in the 1200s AD or earlier.
The earliest known proof of it comes from the writings of one Honorius of Thebes, whose existence has not been undeniably proven. He may have been Pope Honorius III (1148-1227). Honorius of Thebes is believed to have written something now referred to as the Sworn Book of Honorius, from which the Grand Grimoire was derived, or which is, in fact, the Grand Grimoire itself.
The theory claims that Honorius was either Satan himself, or possessed by Satan for the purpose of writing the book. It contains instructions on summoning Satan at any time, at any place on Earth, for various insidious intentions. The word “grimoire” denotes a textbook of magic. Any kind of magic, whether good or bad. A great deal of so-called copies are in circulation around the world, but none of these, the conspiracy theory claims, contains the true words of the actual Grimoire. It is very popular in the Vodou culture of Haiti, and practitioners there claim to use the book all the time, like a cookbook for spells and hexes.
Theorists claims the Grand Grimoire is itself supernatural in that it permanently resists burning, cannot be cut, pierced, penetrated, torn, or in any other way damaged or destroyed. It is the only book with the knowledge of how to summon Satan, with a precise ritual to be performed, and in addition to this, it can summon any number of named demons. Being written by Satan, it details proofs of various supernatural miracles of the Bible, the precise locations of biblical relics, and even contains Satan’s personal sketches of the faces of Judas Iscariot and Jesus Christ. Because it is in the Catholic Church’s possession, the theory goes on to claim that every Pope starts out a human, and then becomes possessed by Satan once he is elected.
The Grand Grimoire is just one of several ancient text manuscripts used in High Magick and the Black Arts to conjure Demonic, Celestial, Olympic and Angelic beings. They provide the Magician with the sigils or seals of each Diety and a description of how they will appear in form and what tasks they can do for your bidding. Some of these books can be easily found online. You can search the internet and find many of these books in PDF format which you can download. I have listed a few of the more important Grimoires:
The Key of Solomon
The Lemegeton (or Lesser Key of Solomon) also know as the Goetia
Grimorium Verum (based on The Key of Solomon)
Grimoire of Honorius or also called the Grimoire of Pope Honious
The Book of Sacred Magic of Abra-Melin the Mage
The Book of Black Magic and of Pacts
True Black Magic (or The Secrets of Secrets, draws on The Key of Solomon)
The Magus by Francis Barrett
The Black Pullet (or Treasure of the Old Man of the Pyramids or Black Screech Owl)
The Grimoire of Armadel
NOTE: I am not suggesting or condoning the use of these texts...merely attempting to explain the subject to those interested. Lon
The Grand Grimoire
The Key of Solomon the King: Clavicula Salomonis
The New Encyclopedia of the Occult
Friday, July 11, 2014
Back before I got married, which was about seven or eight years ago, my dog and I lived by ourselves in a small one bedroom apartment on the second floor of an apartment complex. I stayed up late most nights as I was attending college at that time and had lot of homework to do every night.
I did almost everything on my desktop computer, that sat right beside the inside of my bedroom door. The apartment was extremely tiny and when I looked out the door, I was basically facing another door, the one that led into my linen closet. There was just barely enough walking space between there for me to move around and go to the bathroom.
Well this one evening it was between 2:30 and 3:00 a.m. and I was sitting in my usual position typing up an essay paper. For some reason my dog Jace was not in there with me that night and he ALWAYS stayed with me. I figured he was just tired due to the late hour and had went to sleep in the dark living room.
I suddenly began to feel very uneasy and got a cold chill. I had never felt this way before and for whatever reason I glanced up from my typing over to outside my bedroom door. The bedroom light fell from behind me and what I saw made me stop and stare in terror.
On the linen door closet was the figure of a very huge man, totally dark, as if it was his shadow. He was just standing there completely still. What was most unnerving of all was that I noticed he had no head. It was like it had been chopped off or something. His body was totally complete up to the top of his neck, yet I was completely sure he was staring right at me even without a head to be looking at me with.
I was so terrified I could not even call out for Jace, and the dog failed to come to me either. I stood up slowly and moved backward in my room as if I was trying to get away from it. But by this time, it was slowly beginning to fade from view off the door. I was able to find my voice and both fright and anger came out of me. I told it to get out and never come back. I kept saying it over and over and finally Jace came running to my side.
That was when I finally burst into sobbing hysterics and wrapped my arms around my dog and cuddled him for the rest of the night. I have no explanation for it and I have never had any other experience with a shadow person, for which I am grateful!
I do have lasting effects from it, however. Now I experience panic attacks and firmly believe I had my first one that very night when I broke down after the shadow person disappeared. I never had them before, but I firmly believe that thing brought them on me.
Thank you for letting me tell my story. KR
Darkness Walks: The Shadow People Among Us
Shadow People: A Journal of the Paranormal
The Djinn Connection: The Hidden Links Between Djinn, Shadow People, ETs, Nephilim, Archons, Reptilians and Other Entities