Fear. Because of fear I delayed to write about witchcraft. I felt that I was not ready to publish a post about this – for me heavy feeling – theme. So I waited, and waited, until this moment. Because now I sense the joy and space inside me to write without restraints. And yes, it works! I am writing smoothly, fast and light as a feather 🙂
Even nowadays I still remember the nightmare which I dreamt as a kid. During one night I was driving in a fast riding shopping cart. And I kept looking behind, because I was chased by an ugly, mean, old witch who was standing like a maniac in a shopping cart. Chasing and racing after me.
Everything I tried, but it was futile. I went slower and slower and she was coming closer and closer. I felt so scared, also because this was happening in the dark parking garage close to my home. There stood in narrow corridors the deserted, silver metal shopping carts.
The residents – living behind anonymous fronts of mail boxes and buzzers – seemed too lazy to bring these carts back to the nearby located supermarket. Or they felt too indifferent about the value and price of the shopping carts.
But happily, I escaped! In my dream I remembered suddenly something that had worked also in other dreams. I realised that I could fly! So I flared with all my might my arms, and yes, my feet left just on time the ground. And while I was soaring higher and higher, the grasping hands of the witch became smaller and smaller.
Some years later I felt impressed when I read a book about a pupil of a miller who learned how to use black magic. But these lessons came for the boy with a heavy burden. He discovered that he was trapped in the mill, that an unknown terror was going on and that the only spectators were a group of dark crows which were keeping an eye on him.
When I arrived in my twenties I started to get interested in ‘extreme’ themes like christian healings at psychic (paranormal) fairs, deliverance prayers, exorcism and ‘spiritual warfare’. These topics were not mentioned or preached in my home church, so I went to conferences of charismatic christians to be educated. Also I did read the books of some former witches, who were ‘converted’ to christianity.
I felt in that time so secure about what I was believing. And I justified what I was doing. And when I was feeling fear I tried to remind myself about what I had learned. I felt unbeatable.
Once there was a church service where the pastor was asking us to step on the devil and to trample him under our feet. The whole congregation stamped with the feet at the wooden floor, cheering, laughing and yelling. The noise was deafening.
After this ‘ritual’ we felt secured and confirmed in our beliefs. Did we not be the ones who were succesfully surviving in a world full of ‘evil influences’? And did we not be the ones who were already safe in our ‘lifeboats’?
Our ‘life insurance’ was that we were already at the ‘right road’ to our eternal destination.
And together with my friend Walter – he is the one who later committed suicide, see my post of 30 December: Click here – I climbed mount Olympus. Because we believed that we would bridle Zeus. And by doing so we would release the oppressed spirits of the people of Greece.
We were ignorant about that we were ‘manipulating’ our fantasies and our desires to be wild adventures, daring heroes and brave warriors 🙂 We did not understand that we were trying to prove ourselves that we were real men!
Obscuring hidden fears
Nowadays – looking back at my time as a christian – I realise that my certainity and tough proclamations were obscuring my hidden fears. I was not acknowledging that I was willingly blinding myself, not wanting to accept the reality that I am also a part of a fearful and insecure feeling humanity.
Today I feel liberated that I don’t anymore believe in a hell, satan or demons. To be free of that superstition has made my life less complicated.
But my lucidity has grown that we as humans can transform – in a moment – into angry and frustrated ‘demons’.
Or call us than ‘trolls’. Acting mad, nasty and dangerous. We have unfortunately the possibility to turn our lives into a hell.
Trolling (Urban Dictionairy)
Trolling – (verb), as it relates to internet, is the deliberate act, (by a Troll – noun or adjective), of making random unsolicited and/or controversial comments on various internet forums with the intent to provoke an emotional knee jerk reaction from unsuspecting readers to engage in a fight or argument
Trolling on-line forums as described above is actually analogous to the fishing technique of “trolling”, where colorful baits and lures are pulled behind a slow moving boat, often with multiple fishing lines, covering a large bodies of water, such as a large lake or the ocean. The trolling lures attract unsuspecting fish, intriguing them with the way they move through the water, thus enticing these foolish fish to “take the bait”. Not unlike unsuspecting internet victims, once hooked, the fish are reeled in for the catch before they realize they have been duped by the Troll/Fisherman (Click here for the page at the website of the Urban Dictionairy or click on the underlined words)
So what is witchcraft?
I believe that witchcraft are the combined efforts of the will of one person or a group to bent another(s) will towards the benefits and goals of one ego or a group Ego.
This bending – performed through rituals of incantations, malignant expressed imagery or the spreading of defamating lies – means the willfully violation of the freedom of another person, thus far that he or she is feeling oppressed, depressed or even suicidal. The other human seems to loose the possibility to feel free or to think coherently. The result of this is a constant cloud of confusion, despair and stress which is captivating (the brain of) one person or more persons and which is corroding the connection with joy, love, strength and courage.
So witchcraft includes all forms of manipulation – also the ‘innocent’ appearing advertisements which try to influence our sympathy towards random products – intimidation, blaming, shaming, accusing, cursing of others and the isolation of them. It is working via distorted imaginations which are damaging the perception of how people are seeing and experiencing others, themselves – also via gossip and controversial rumours – and ‘reality’.
It can produce weakness, illness or the killing of humans.
Witchcraft includes the sacrificing of humans which happened during pagan rituals like for instance those attributed to the Flayed Lord in Mexico.
To read more about these rituals, see the website of CNN or Click here
But it consists also out of the cruel incidents which humans are experiencing when they are blamed for acts which are not related to them. Their personal identity – including information about their place of living or their relatives – is attached to disgusting accidents via a hoax.
To read more about the brutal consequences of conspiracy theories which multiply very fast via social media and create innocent victims: Click here
Something alike has happened during centuries towards lonely living (old) women or widows. It concerns the unwarranted accusations or expressed fears of mostly (mighty) men towards women who were different from the other villagers. Only in the Netherlands there were during the Middle Ages many women falsely accused of witchcraft and after fake trials they were burned at stakes or drowned in canals. The same happened regrettable in other European countries.
Also nowadays the same old lies (of ‘us’ versus ‘those witches’) are still alive. These rumours are spreading for instance in villages in Africa or in South East Asia.
Like this news report about India is telling us at the website of CNN. To read more: Click here
All these experiences have specific ingredients in common. Like obscure rituals that are limited to specific people (who are not thinking in terms of the unity of humans, but who are using divisions between humans) and whose conscience is closed and hardened during (occult) crimes committed to vulnerable individuals. The results of these behaviours are fearful secrets which are silencing people and making them suspicious and fearful.
The insiders are bound together via required secrecy and via the fear that they will be punished severely when they ‘betray’ the horrors which happened within the group or community.
Also the outsiders are intimidated via fear (for instance via violent acts and death threats).
When I look at witchcraft I see that it is a haunted house built with the cards of fear. One of these is the fear of death. This worn card is used when others are cursed and threatened to be killed.
This fear seems to be strong, but it is fading away like fog when it is confronted with the unity of humans who are loving each other, despite everything and (en-) during all circumstances.
Because Love – even when it is not felt – is the real thing which is (eternal) present within us. Love is protecting us. We are Love and we are surrounded by a loving Universe. It is thanks to Love that we find the courage and determination to keep our place in Life and to be joyful about it.
I was her – by Court appointed – financial administrator. Taking care of her money and debts. And she called me by phone.
Again she was distrusting and disrespectful. Aggressively attacking me, doubting my motives and trying to blame me for the shortage of ‘her’ money.
I did not like the way how she treated me, but deep inside I felt somewhere some love for her. So I did my best to stay friendly and to be respectful towards her. When she again asked me for extra money, I confronted her with the actual amount of money at her bank account. And I kept asking her why she was so desperate to get more money.
Suddenly she ‘broke’. I heard the softening happening inside her. Even her voice became less aggressive, more vulnerable and more calm. She told me that she needed the money to pay her family in Suriname for their ‘services’ towards her three years old daughter, who had travelled alone – by plane – to her family.
In tears – crying – she explained that her daughter was very ill. She told me about the constant shaking of the body of her child and that her family had told her that it was caused by the curses which they had spoken against the life of her daughter.
The only way to cure her child from these curses was to sent her to her family. Because there needed be done a ritual of ‘washing’ in the dark woods of Suriname. After that her child would be finally free and healthy again.
The mother was sobbing when she said that she had no choice than to sent her very young child away – alone – to her family. For two weeks she would be separated from her kid.
I felt the horror of this situation and I kept thinking after she had finished her phone call: ‘Why did you sent your beautiful girl to these people who cursed her and who will probably abuse her somewhere in the jungle?’
I saw before me how this little girl would be hurted, branded and severely broken in her well-being, her personal identity and the safeguarding of her sexuality. And I felt very sorry for her that no one was protecting her against these atrocities of her distant living family members.
And I realised again how important it is to be together with others and to stay connected with trustworthy, loving people who take care and who nurture a culture of thankfully blessing and forgiving each other. Knowing how to dismantle lies and curses.
No rulers and no gurus anymore
So, what is needed with regard to witchcraft? I think two things:
- A (public) transparancy of everyone that will end all obscurity and secrecy;
- An equality that will give every human (in every group or family) the impression that he or she is accepted, welcome, seen and heard. Regardless the differences between us humans!
So I like to shout now: ‘No rulers, no gurus, no secrets, no lies, no spells, no curses, no abuse of power anymore and elsewhere’.
Because I like to dream how this lovely earth will become more and more a pleasant place to be for everyone of us.
So, no Armaggedon or Doomsday, but an expanding Love which is irresistible carving and cutting its way through the Universe.
And through the dark woods of Suriname …