The Lady in White

Thinking about trying something a little different for my next entry (this whole blogging thing is kind of new and I want to keep it fun)…so while I’m working on some other things, I wanted to discuss a common theme I hear in ghost stories. 

WHY IS IT ALWAYS A WOMAN IN A WHITE DRESS?!


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Watching my favorite ghost shows or exploring local legends, it seems that there is always a lady in white.  The story is always different, but she’s always there. Sometimes she’s a widow waiting for her husband, other times she’s a young girl who’s life was taken too soon…or sometimes she is the murderer herself!  So, is it the same spirit who is constantly manifesting all over the world at different times? Doubtful. I’d be willing to say that this legend has carried on over the years and found its way into different cultures, as stories seem to do. Maybe people aren’t really seeing her as much as the stories lead you to believe and it’s more of a  “Mary heard it from Mark whose parents are friends with someone who saw the lady in white in the window!” type sighting.  

Now, I’ve been doing a little digging to try and figure out where this particular legend may have started but it is nearly impossible to pinpoint. Here are a few examples I could find:

  • Frederick I of Prussia’s death was reportedly predicted by the appearance of a lady in white, and that was all the way back in 1713.  
  • The Hohenzollerns of Germany were said to be haunted by a “lady in white”. Some thought it was Countess Kunigunde von Orlamonde who died in 1382 and had killed her all of her children.
  • There is white lady of Haapsalu Castle who went in disguise as a man to be with her lover and was eventually found out and killed. In Estonia there is now even a “White Lady Days” festival!
  • The Netherlands have the “white maidens” which are often associated with witches and faeries.
  • In the United States there are countless stories of the Lady in the Lake, who seems to always have befallen some sort of tragedy and who is dressed in white.
  • These USA stories are much more modern and often involve murder, suicide & betrayal. Maybe that’s why she’s in white? Some sort of symbolism that she is “pure” and innocent and didn’t deserve the events that happened?

Seeing how long legends of the lady in white have been around is truly fascinating.  There has to be a grain of truth to these somewhere, doesn’t there? Part of me wonders of some of these stories tie in with the Bean Sídhe (Banshee), a type of faery that brings the omen of death to families when they hear her wailing. As a faery witch I have read a great deal about Banshees, and that was my first thought when browsing through the older legends.

As for many of the more modern “lady in white” stories, I tend to believe they are mostly urban legends. Every town has a haunted bridge, or a school bus crash where the ghosts of children will move your car…and of course the lady in white.  These stories are always fun, and get people spooked but I can for sure say as soon as someone tells me “There’s been sightings of a lady in white…..” I usually become a lot more skeptical.

Who knows, maybe someday I’ll run into the lady in white. Maybe she can tell me why she is so sad. 

xo

Dearwood Ghost Town

This is just a short entry about a really neat little ghost town my mom and I went to visit last weekend! There are a lot of great ones in Colorado but many of them require a half a day to get to, so we found this little gem that was a little closer to Denver.

As I searched and searched for a fun place, I came across Dearwood, CO. It came to life in 1910 thanks to Oliver T. Jackson and was a thriving African American community! It grew into a sustainable place with churches, a gas station & homes. Unfortunately during the Dustbowl & Great Depression in the 1930’s, the town was mostly abandoned.

Here is a neat snippet from an article I found (link at the end). George Junne is a professor of Africana Studies at the University of Northern Colorado,

“While Jackson spent his time marketing the community and working in Denver, his wife, Minerva, acted as the town’s “judge, jury and executioner,” according to Junne. She ran the town’s day-to-day operations, and ran them tightly. “When she snapped her fingers you jumped,” Junne says.

In promotional pamphlets, Jackson touted the community’s rich soil and view of the mountains. Always on the lookout for newcomers to town, he made clear they were looking to grow. He never stopped thinking up new ways to make Dearfield succeed and fill its coffers, Junne says. Even Prohibition offered Jackson an opportunity.

“For a while this town was known as ‘Beerfield’ because he was bootlegging here,” Junne says. “He needed to make money to keep things going. The people all around here knew about it and they gave the nickname.”

It makes me sad to think about how quickly this town came and went, but it’s also really cool that this wonderful piece of African American history still stands for people to visit and hopefully educate themselves. Imagining what it was like 100 years ago is always fun and I hope the spirit of Dearwood can continue to live on!

I will say that it most definitely didn’t feel haunted. It almost had a light and happy feel to it. I guess I always thought ghost towns were supposed to be spooky and all, but most definitely not Dearwood! It sounds like during it’s brief history that it was a happy place of empowerment and success. Who knows, your neighborhood may someday be a decrepit ghost town that people come and visit.


https://www.harvestpublicmedia.org/post/forgotten-piece-african-american-history-great-plains

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xo

Tuning Into Our Radios

So this excerpt is in reference to T.C. Lethbridge hearing footsteps outside his door every night while he was staying at a house in Cambridge.  Now I’ve discussed receiving sets and telepathy a little bit before, but I’m going to discuss a little bit more, as I really can get behind this idea. Again, it’s not the end all be all, but I do think Lethbridge was onto something.

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“I have little doubt that steps of this kind are a telepathic phenomenon and I just happened to be on the right wavelength to receive them. I may have only received a part of the projection. Had my receiving set had a slightly different tuning, I might have seen the tramping figure and not heard him. Or I might have felt him as a ghoul and neither seen nor heard anything. These things appear to differ from dreams in which you hear, see & feel. They differ again from the psychometric pictures. One evidently receives them on a very narrow band and this has to be most accurately tuned in to for any reception to occur at all. The phenomena suggest to my mind that the world may be crammed with projections of this kind and we can receive only those in that narrow band to which our bodily set happens to be attuned. This would explain why many people never seem to have any extra-sensory perception at all. They may just be unobservant, but perhaps they are tuned into wavelengths which nobody ever uses.”

Are we born tuned into these specific wavelengths? Is it something we develop over each of our individual lives? It’s hard to say but I tend to lean towards the idea that we are born tuned into them and that we can tune into others with work & meditation.  Some may just have more of the propensity to do so. I like his idea that some people are naturally tuned into wavelengths that aren’t really used and perhaps that’s why some people have no paranormal experiences in their lives. The chances are slim that someone will want to pursue the answers if they have no questions.

Personally, I know that as a child I was very tuned into things, and still am. My mom tells me stories of the things I used to see and say. For example, the night my grandfather died (before she received the call) I was in my room and she heard me having a full conversation with him. I was just chattering away like he was sitting in there with me and just a few minutes later she received the call that he had died on the operating table.  I had no idea he had even been in surgery or anything, and neither did she. Now, I wish I remembered this happening but the memory must be tucked away in my brain along with all the other memories of a very young child. It’s always weird to me how we don’t remember so much of our young lives. Maybe snippets or pictures here and there, but so much of the detail is lost or forgotten.

Are there things constantly squawking at us trying to get our attention and we just simply can’t hear them? Are we sometimes projecting things subconsciously that others can pick up? Maybe this plays a part in residual hauntings as well.  Over the years I’ve heard/read countless stories of people claiming they hear or see things at very specific times. Whether it’s a lady in a white dress descending the staircase at midnight every Wednesday or footsteps passing by doors at the same time every night. Not everyone sees or hears these things, so maybe specific people are tuned into the wavelengths of the imprinted energy left behind by former living beings. Most residual hauntings appear to be just that, and nothing intelligent that may be trying to communicate a message.

Also, I would think that this can play into witchcraft. Witches most likely are born with a higher receiving set, or have worked very hard to open up.

Our minds are capable of so much that we do not understand, and I think that the world is also a place filled with many mysteries that maybe we aren’t supposed to know the answers to…but that will never stop me from trying to understand.

xo