The word occult comes from the Latin occultus (clandestine, hidden, secret), referring to "knowledge of the hidden"
All Souls Day
Nov. 1 was marked as a day to remind the Christian faithful that they are in communion with all who have gone before them especially those who have lived holy lives but who are not canonized as saints. From this, Nov. 2 became a day more focused on all the dead, hence called All Souls Day.All Saints' Day, also known as All Hallows' Day,[3] the Feast of All Saints,[4][5] the Feast of All Hallows,[6] the Solemnity of All Saints,[6] and Hallowmas,[6][7] is a Christian solemnity celebrated in honour of all the saints of the Church, whether they are known or unknown
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This group is named after "Complete illustrated Book of the Psychic Sciences" a book by Walter B. Gibson 1966.A fun and interesting read.
Walter Brown Gibson (September 12, 1897 – December 6, 1985) was an American writer and professional magician, best known for his work on the pulp fiction character The Shadow. Wikipedia
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The group will consist of stories about the spooky and scary, personal anecdotes, and general Paranormal, New Age, folklore, Philosophical,metaphysical,Arcane, Esoteric,and Existential information,& conversation about the unexplained in the world and universe.
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People are encouraged to share their personal spooky experiences, philosophy, and similar influences. (Please contact me in kmail if you wish to join us).~A spookylink:
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All Souls' Day, also called The Commemoration of All the Faithful Departed,[2] is a day of prayer and remembrance for the faithful departed,[3] observed by Christians on 2 November.[4][5] Through prayer, intercessions, alms and visits to cemeteries, people commemorate the poor souls in purgatory and gain them indulgences
All Souls' Day, also known as the "Commemoration of All the Faithful Departed" and the "Day of the Dead" or "DÃa de los Muertos", is a day of prayer and remembrance for the faithful departed, which is observed by Roman Catholics and other Christian denominations annually on 2 November.
The Christian holiday of All Souls' Day has been observed on November 2 since the 11th century. The day was established by Benedictine Abbot Odilo of Cluny, France, sometime between 998 and 1030. Odilo originally set aside the day for the monks of his monastery to pray for the souls of deceased monks who were believed to be in purgatory. The tradition included saying three Masses, giving alms, and engaging in acts of self-denial.
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(A Spooky recap of the Clio2 story):
GHOST: It was cold on the battlements as the last circle of Hell. Night after night. The first time, the guards were so well muffled, none noticed my silent stalking. The next, I rattled my sword against the breastplate, groaned aloud. The men then, startled, argued whether I were spectre or mere illusion. The Prince's friend next night inspected the spectre and on the next after that, persuaded the Prince himself to vigil. At last I was able to deliver my well-conned speech. But even so, the Prince's slack friends near receded from the necessary pledge to silence, which could have undone all. Only a singular arch in the castle's foundation saved the scene, having the property of that famous cave called Dionysios' ear, for carrying sound a long distance. From there I heard them murmuring uncertainly and roared out, "SWEAR!" It luckily worked. I was near to catching what you, today, would call pneumonia.
ACTOR: I still can't believe it. I put my hand right through you. Yet surely this is a trick with mirrors and reflections.
GHOST: Look at this shabby coat -- borrowed from a steam tug's captain who drowned in Dickens's day -- and these pulped shoes. Are they the likely rig of a stage magician? My hat fell into the River Lethe; would that I had, for then I would have forgotten all, and not been forced to walk this earth seeking absolution -- from the right sort of priest, a thespian.
ACTOR: Look, could you come back tomorrow evening? It's late, and we have an early run-through in the morning. Besides, I'd like our director to meet you. Maybe some media….
GHOST (rises up in a towering, glowering cloud): NO!!!!! NOW!!!
ACTOR: All right, go on.
GHOST (subsiding): Well, you would have thought that was good enough, wouldn't you, to get the prince to knock off Claudius? What did I have left to do, but straight to young Fortinbras, that consummate Machiavel, who had already set up Claudius with the poison to kill the elder Hamlet, promising peace if Claudius disposed of that destroyer of Fortinbras senior.
I'd meant to collect my pay, and straight to a cozy, er, convent, while Fortinbras junior might pursue whatever other tricks were up his sleeve, or might well attack Elsinore straight on with certain success, as young Hamlet was surely no soldier nor fit leader of men.
But no! The philosophical young fool had another interpretation of my speech already in his head (I won't say his mind ): perhaps I wasn't the ghost of his father at all, but a demon!
So back to the castle, with the whole company this time, to hear the puerile prince prose on about an actor's duty, to me, me! And "catch the conscience of the king" with his botched script, forsooth, worse botched with interruptions. But at least the fool's interpretation of Claudius' annoyance with the stupid charade served for what we were after.
We packed up at once and trotted; a good thing, too, seeing what happened to poor Rosy-cross and Golden-star.
ACTOR: But what about your last scene, where Hamlet sees you in his mother's private room, and she can't see you...how did you manage that?
GHOST: Tsch! The man was mad.
ACTOR: Amazing. Can't you come back tomorrow evening? Our director really would like to meet you. A stunning interpretation. It might work for -- the play is on next season's schedule....
GHOST: Much thanks, but no thanks.
My conscience is clear now of that perversion of the craft, into a politic murderer's instrument, a sin for which Hades has kept me in perpetual exile, on the instruction of Dionysios. It's several hundred year's since I've had a good night's sleep. And asphodel meadows are reputed soft.
Good night, sweet priest, good night, good night. (Fades away.)
ACTOR: But what about...Wait!
-Clio2
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Chris Lopa
Samhain to Soulmass: The Pagan origins of familiar Halloween rituals
BBC
Celebrated usually from 31 October to 1 November, the religious rituals of Samhain (pronounced "sow-win", meaning summer's end), focused on fire, as winter approached. Anthropologist and pagan Lyn Baylis tells the BBC: "Fire rituals to bring light into the darkness were vital to Samhain, which was the second most important fire festival in the Pagan Celtic world, the first being Beltane, on 1 May." Samhain and Beltane are part of the Wheel of the Year, an annual cycle of eight seasonal festivals observed in Paganism (a "polytheistic or pantheistic nature-worshipping religion",
says the Pagan Federation)
Samhain was the pivotal point of the Celtic Pagan new year, a time of rebirth – and death. "Pagans had three harvests: Lammas, harvest of the corn, on 1 August; the one of fruit and vegetables at autumn equinox, 21 September; and Halloween, the third," says Baylis. At this time animals that couldn't survive winter were culled, to ensure the other animals' survival. "So there was a lot of death around that time, and people knew there would be deaths in their villages during the harsh winter months." Other countries, notably Mexico, celebrate The Day of the Dead around this time to honour the deceased.
Costumes and ugly masks were worn to scare away malevolent spirits believed to have been set free from the realm of the dead
At Samhain, Celtic Pagans in Ireland would put out their home fires and light one giant bonfire in the village, which they would dance around and act out stories of death, regeneration and survival. As the whole village joined in to dance, animals and crops were burned as sacrifices to Celtic deities, to thank them for the previous year's harvest and encourage their goodwill for the next.
It was believed that at this time the veil between this world and the spirit world was at its thinnest – allowing the spirits of the dead to pass through and mingle with the living. The sacred energy of the rituals, it was believed, allowed the living and the dead to communicate, and gave Druid priests and Celtic shamans heightened perception.
"There is a long tradition of costuming of sorts that goes back to Hallow Mass when people prayed for the dead," explains Nicholas Rogers, a history professor at York University in Canada. "But they also prayed for fertile marriages." Centuries later boy choristers in the churches dressed up as virgins, he says. "So there was a certain degree of cross-dressing in the ceremony of All Hallow's Eve." www.bbc.com/...
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Assises dans le sang du soleil moribond, Près des noirs cygnes nés de l’ombre des carènes, Plus d’une fois j’ai vu les divines Sirènes Et j’ai miré mon rêve en leur regard profond. —GABRIELE D’ANNUNZIO
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('Sitting in the blood of the dying sun, Near the black swans born from the shadow of the hulls, More than once I have seen the divine Sirens. And I have reflected my dream in their deep gaze')
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