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Witch & Popcorn

December, 2018

 

May the Devil Take You

 

 

 

Bright Blessings, Movie lovers.

I had the pleasure of viewing one of the scariest horror’s I’ve seen since the original Exorcist.

This is an Indonesian film called “May the Devil Take You.”

If you scare easily, run like mad, and never watch this.

If you are interested, take a look at the trailer.

 

 

If you love a good scare, and want to sleep with all the lights on- IF you can sleep…you MUST see this.

The film begins showing what appears to be an encounter with a cunning woman, but turns out to be a man named Lesmana selling the souls of his wife and daughter so he can be successful.

Fast forward many years later, and Lesmana is laid up in the hospital. His wife has died, and he is remarried to a complete you-know-what.

As he lays in hospital, his wife and her kids have no idea whether he will survive or not, so they decide to try to coerce his daughter from his first marriage, Alfie into selling the house he had in her name. Note, Alfie is estranged from her father and feels he literally ditched her in favor of the step mom and her kids.

The tension between step mother and Alfie is immediately obvious, and within a few minutes, step mom has slapped Alfie with all her might in the face.

Maya, the step sister from hell, of course jumps to mom’s defense, and while there is a younger step sister, who is a complete angel, and kindly step brother, Alfie has her hands full dealing with the heartache of her father’s negligence, and the resentment she rightfully feels towards step mom and her brood.

Maya, who is not only every bit as big of a bitch as her mother is, is also extremely stupid. Lesmana, trying to keep the devil from coming to claim souls, has locked the spirits in the basement with religious papers, and ritual tools. Maya comes in, rips it all apart, and throws open the basement door. She simply did not believe in such “superstitions.” Everybody else had been eyeing the door suspiciously before backing away…

All hell breaks loose, literally, and the demons come for everybody.

Not only is the bloody torture fest highly entertaining, and chilling, but the film imparts a lesson.

Don’t fuck with nasty spirits. EVER.

A lot of Witches and Pagans will proudly proclaim “One man’s angel is another man’s demon.” Grimoires to summon this or that demon can be bought cheaply, and supplies to do such operations can be likewise bought, or made following explicit instructions in said grimoires. The famous stories of Crowley summoning spirits abound, and many people publicly proclaim they have demons. It is plain out stupid to assume that because you bought a book, you can command spirits. Furthermore, such emphasis is put on summoning, but very little emphasis on banishing is. When was the last time you saw exorcism classes offered?

Yes, it is easy to summon. Just because you CAN does not mean you SHOULD. Getting rid of said summoned spirit might be difficult, or impossible.

Lesmana thought he had a handle on things and could cheat the devil. His whole family paid the price right along with him. Nobody was spared although some lived to tell the tale.

Sometimes a demon is a demon, meaning evil ass spirit, not something misrepresented by the Abrahamic faiths, and it is out to harm anybody it can. While they can do nice things for you, there is always a price. It is never worth it.

This film is not only scary and entertaining, and imparts a good lesson, but it contrasts those who call beliefs in spirits “superstitions”, and those who believe. The people in the film who did not believe in the power of spirits made grave mistakes, and continued to do so even after they realized spirits were real. Those who believed were immediately able to make better decisions, and made out better in the end.

Pride was portrayed as downfall, and humility a virtue. Alfie was the heroine from start to finish, and she was a shining example of self-reliance balanced perfectly with understanding of her own smallness as a simple human being.

If you decide to watch this, plan to sleep either with somebody else or your pets. Leave a nightlight on, and double-check all your locks. The sound on this was so realistic, I was cutting it off to check everything often because it sounded like the house was falling apart around me.

I mean, this movie was GOOD.

Enjoy this film.

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About the Author:

Saoirse is a recovered Catholic.  I was called to the Old Ways at age 11, but I thought I was just fascinated with folklore. At age 19, I was called again, but I thought I was just a history buff, and could not explain the soul yearnings I got when I saw images of the Standing Stones in the Motherland. At age 29, I crossed over into New Age studies, and finally Wicca a couple years later. My name is Saoirse, pronounced like (Sare) and (Shah) Gaelic for freedom. The gods I serve are Odin and Nerthus. I speak with Freyja , Norder, and Thunor as well. The Bawon has been with me since I was a small child, and Rangda has been with me since the days I was still Catholic. I received my 0 and 1 Degree in an Eclectic Wiccan tradition, and my Elder is Lord Shadow. We practice in Columbus, Ohio. I am currently focusing more on my personal growth, and working towards a Second and Third Degree with Shadow. I received a writing degree from Otterbein University back in 2000. I have written arts columns for the s Council in Westerville. I give private tarot readings and can be reached through my Facebook page Tarot with Saoirse. You can, also, join me on my Youtube Channel.

A Fresh Approach to Witchcraft

May, 2014

People interested in the Craft nowadays generally regard it as a set of skills and formulae of words whereby they can lure magical energy to themselves, as it were, and so be empowered to gain their desires through casting of spells.  When one book of recipes fails to satisfy them, they do not lack a dozen others to choose from, and if none serves their purpose, most will repudiate the Craft as superstition and turn to other pursuits.  But some few seem to have developed the knack of achieving some sort of results, though what these are appear to be subtle and difficult of description, and moreover to have little connection with the many tomes of cookbook recipes for magic.  In what follows I will conjecture what happens to these fortunate witches and wizards to encourage their continuance in so recondite a pursuit.

 

For it is clear, first of all, that they have not settled on one fortunate formula which has enticed magical energy to their hand, and so we may venture the opinion that this energy lies not in outward things or tricks of ritual, but within themselves.  And secondly, it would appear that the energy resides in their bodies primarily, and only by reflection in their minds.  For if it were purely mental, someone might have managed to put it into a book, the common conveyance of knowledge from one mind to another.  And the fact that they get this energy out of their own bodily substance perhaps explains the difficulty of describing what that energy is and its operation.

 

Now, if magical energy resides within each of us, why are we not all magicians?  It must be that our habits waste this energy and redeploy it to other purposes, and so the key to liberating it must lie in finding those habits of long standing and changing or redirecting them somehow, finding ways of employing that energy more thriftily, so that a residue remains to us where formerly nothing remained.

 

In order to find the habits changing which will set free our magical energy, we must aim at the most fundamental ones; for the whole edifice of wastage rests on these.  And of all actions, nothing, I think, is more rudimentary than the way in which we employ our senses. In this I depart from the usual occult approach of centering the attention on thinking, an avenue so long traveled that at first many mistake me when I say they must look at the world differently to the way they are used.  They think I mean viewpoints, which are mental and framed and altered by thought; and so they will ask what the practitioner will be thinking in order to look differently on the world?  But thought does not enter into it.

 

Thoughts, in fact, when deliberately urged, tend to beget their opposites, as anyone will have discovered upon contradicting an adherent of ‘positive thinking.’  Beneath the thin crust of affirmations in these adherents roils a sea of negativity, one negative thought, at least, for each positive affirmation on the surface.  And so they turn in a circle, now negative, now positive, all their lives.  The reason for this is not far to seek.  When a function is put to opposite uses without effect, the cause must lie in some other function which continues to operate on its own.  And so I propose that, while one thinks in whatsoever a fashion, positively or negatively, the thinker goes on using his senses along the lifelong well-worn paths, and this is what defeats his best efforts at mind control.

 

What must be altered is the way in which we attend to our senses.  With regard to hearing, we make a separation between certain sounds which command our present attention because they are pertinent to our purposes of the moment, and others which hover, as it were, in the background and remain largely ignored unless our purposes change or we are startled, as by an automobile horn or police siren.  Now this separation is no bad thing in itself as it promotes concentration, but it is overworked and the attention can be extended to background sounds much more often than is usual.  And again, it is not a matter of moving the attention wholly over into the background, but only partially, so that we continue to favor foreground noises to a degree.

 

Moving to vision, we find that we generally attend to things where our eyes are pointing, and if we shift our interest to other objects we generally move our eyes in their direction, so that they serve more as narrow-beam search lights rather than as flood lights.  This purposive use of our eyes affects the muscles at the sides of the eyes, straining them somewhat.  When part of the attention is spread from those things where our eyes are pointing to other objects next to them, or above or below them, without moving the eyes in their direction, those muscles are relaxed somewhat, and one begins to feel a hitherto unknown energy entering at those points.

A Witch’s View

February, 2010

Here in the UK we’ve had, so far according to the weathermen, the worst winter for 30 years.  A few days of snow brought much of the country to a standstill with people stranded in their cars and schools shut for days.

It was the first time my children (the eldest is 11) experienced what it was like to walk in snow and ice.  And yet when I was a child snow was a regular part of winter and I remember, not fondly, walking to school with cold, wet feet and wishing for the sun to reappear.  I have to confess to feeling pretty much the same way as an adult.

But with this rather unexpected winter-like behaviour in winter, it got me to think about the cycle of the seasons and how winter is a truly beautiful time of the year.

On the first day of snowfall the world as I knew it turned white.  A pure, brilliant white made from millions of unique flakes that had danced down from the heavens to land on the earth.  The ground, trees, cars, roofs were all covered indiscriminately.  And everything was chilled, frozen, in stasis.

It’s during this season when we’re all given a fresh start.  It’s the time to move with nature at her slowest pace; to hibernate away from the cold and to reflect on what you want to achieve during the coming warmer months.  We need to take our cues more from Mother Earth and dance her dance.

The snow didn’t last very long here – it was gone in just over a week.  And although it did cause some disruption, I enjoyed the opportunity to experience both the bitterness and beauty of the season.