A Halloween Trick? OR Treat? 10-15-2018Halloween
(October 31st) Whoo Hoo!!! Candy man, lots of it. I’d be on a sugar high for days. I didn’t care about all the adults saying eating that much candy would make me sick. I never experienced that, even to this day, but there’s much more associated with Halloween than eating candy.
Samhain (sah-win) or (sow-in) the Celtic harvest festival comes to mind. Halloween does a pretty good job of mixing this Pagan festival with the Christian “All Hallows Eve” in which some Christians fast. Like Christmas the church placed some of their holy days around or on the day of other faith’s religious holidays to more easily compel them to convert. Nighttime bonfires represented by orange and black proclaim the Sun’s strength among the death and decay of winter. Since the 16th century some folks had engaged in mumming and guising. Mumming is to play out scripted roles while guising is to wear a disguise. They would go house to house receiving food as payment. Food offerings were also left outside for the Aos Si (ees-shee), fairies from the other side. At Halloween the veil between this world and the spirit world is thinner and crossing to and back is possible. Tables were sometimes set with an additional setting for the previous deceased residents to visit. We’ve seen a lot of the traditions of Halloween changed but still with us. This just scratches the surface of religious rites and merriment of times past.
In more modern times people have taken advantage of its lore to do mischief. As one man recounts his childhood. He speaks of dumping people’s garbage on the street to get their wooden barrels for the barrel burn on Thanksgiving Day. In my day I’ve know people who have egged houses and toilet papered trees. Again, it was all about getting candy and the costume, for me. Still, I’d really like to learn more about it’s rich history.
Can all the days of old be rooted in only superstition and mythos or was believing, seeing for the faithful of Spirit. There may be happenings, of inconceivable trans-dimensional beings, from the unspeakably grotesque to the most utterly beautiful and captivating natures. I mean, they may be all around us, for just a spell. And perhaps, the physics of believing in these special seasons help them to be more accessible. Maybe the human Spirit, alas, has become too weak and too desensitized to behold the fullness of our existence. Only able to believe in that which holds itself to a mathematical equation.
I believe there’s something more than the eye can see. Maybe we, first, must have heightened sensations. Have Fear or Happiness, even Sadness, in our jubilations. What about that which we can’t see until it’s 50 shades darker than pitch. With our eyeballs strained. We dare not close them. Our dry balls now itch. “Are you there?” Crackles a cautious voice. An answer, “Yes, I’m here and scared like a bitch. The men’s vocalizations volley, as we stand silent in the chill. We must have transcended states of consciousness, a bitter pill. We’ll just listen, and draw no attention, we’ll keep to our breath, so shallow. Are there others here, is this part of the rapture, for sure this hour is hallowed. The first voice continues, “This darkness, too dense, I fear that none shall pass.” The second voice, “I felt something touch. Tis the devil’s black mass. I saw a thing flash, heard the breaking of glass. My senses are heightened! Too much! Too much!” “My skin is quiverin’. I feel breathing all round. Shit, don’t take a step. I’m hurt. I fell down. Which way is up I can’t see my eye’s bound. My hairs, they’re all standing, all standing on end. Was that you? What touched me? There’s something else here, Ben… Ben???” “Yes, it’s me, cross some eerily lit space. I see some streams, hear some whispers. What just brushed my face? Wasn’t nothing else here. It was just you and me.” “Sorry Ben, I’m listening but I can’t hold my pee. My God, it’s cold, not warm, what’s coming out? That just ain’t normal, Ben. My senses, I doubt.” “Can you hear what I’M hearing. I can hear the ocean.” No, me, I’m still scared to make any motion. Oh God, I so yearn for my wife’s loving coo. Ben, you still there?” “Yes, but the black’s turning blue. Let’s just try to hear something, a moment or two.” “That was a wail. Something’s here and it wailed. Something much stronger then men. We all pale. Just imagine its size from its head to its tale. Something combines the sharpest of teeth of claws and talons of all the Earth’s beasts. They gather in Spirit of some grievous feast. Something of bony and shooting spines with tentacle’s thick slime or covered with feelers, of floating design. The feelers light as feathers, exploring our skin. And sounds now are quiet to the drop of a pin. Ben, are you there? Are you there still, Please Ben? The whispers’re gettin’ louder. I can feel them touch my being. Oh God, What is the something, the something I’m not seeing. The wailing’s seem more and more seems like language. Voices don’t talk to me. I have nothing, just anguish. Ben, why won’t you answer? Why won’t won’t talk? I must try to crawl. In cold piss I must walk.” The brilliance of sharp tooth beasts have lit up the night. Some crawl, some tunnel, and some take to flight. “Ben I’m coming. I’m crawling. I’ll get to you, Ben.” “Oh, Ben didn’t die, just you in your sin,” came a low voice, it lulled from the creature’s dark den. The voice did continue, and Satan ascend. The lost man interrupting, “My life I’ve amended. I shouldn’t be here. Your decision rescind it. Clever was I never on the ever confrontational.” “You sold person like a pimp. Hid your wrongs, such a wimp. I tell you you torture shall be inspirational.” “Jesus my savior and Jesus my pass.” Sang Satan, “You sought to only save your own ass.” “The blood of the lamb was shed, I go free.” Jesus spoke through the gulf. “You weren’t listen to me. To carry those in need and recover them be harmed.” The man began to fidget and felt some alarm. Jesus kept speaking. “You sang praise of my death at murder’s hands. Only lust for my blood to save an unworthy man.” The man shouted desperate, “What must I do?” Jesus simply answered, “I have not known you.” The man looked to Satan, “Then I’ll serve at your heels.” Satan howled “You then shall serve as an everlasting meal.” “So, you rule I shall serve as my flesh be devoured.” Then Satan answered, “And your soul every hour, upon hour. Ben was ever good to them with/without power. He fed the poor. He led the rich. With YOUR blood, shall he shower.” The man spoke, “Ben raved of camels, needles eyes, to pay due in.” “He sought only your happiness. You brought his life ruin. You washed your hands of his demands to leave him just a bit. He held out his hands, a beggar and in them you spit.” “Jesus Christ, someone tell me a way I might win.” The Sons of Satan then answered by peeling the man’s skin. The man then screamed as all hounds of hell had their feast. Eaten to the bone, he began healed piece by piece. The man cried out, “What was my wrong, I serve torment, so savage?” “Ben could have ruled Kingdoms, you kept his life average.” “I could have destroyed him, I tried to do least.” “If Ben was a ruler he’d have World peace.” “That was my sin, like so many men, I will amend and make him my equal friend.” Satan laughed, “Assure yourself of that, each time we start again.” The man peered up and through the gulf. “…Ben!!! …Ben!!! …Ben!!!”
Whether this little tidbit of information and haunting folklore is a Trick? or a Treat? is relative to your own perception. Happy Halloween!!! Until next time, keep your homes well.
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