Kelpies – Scottish Legends

Well, It’s been a long time since I have posted! But, in short, I had a couple of traumatic things happen and could easily have died twice. No, it wasn’t COVID, but I’m happy to get back to writing more. Here’s a quick post to get me back into the swing of things!

I am going to focus a little more on folklore today.  As a faery witch, I always enjoy learning about different faeries in different cultures. Every culture has them in some form. One of my favorites has always been the Kelpie.  I remember there was a minor character in the “Tithe” series by Holly Black that was one of my favorites growing up, so the fascination most likely started there. I’ve always enjoyed the somewhat creepy imagery of the water horses.

The Kelpie is of Scotish origin, and is thought to be a more malevolent faery…but I like to think that perhaps, they are just misunderstood? Maybe not… There are many stories of travelers and children who reached out to pet or ride the kelpie, while he was disguised as innocent, and became immediately stuck to the creature, who would then drown them…and maybe even eat them.  A Complete Guide to Fairies & Magical being describes the Kelpie as, “Scottish Long Fanged Water Demons who are expert shape shifters, associated with Scottish Loch, especially Loch Ness. They are sometimes described as Water Horses who lure riders and then drag them beneath the waters; and are also known to appear as handsome youths, except for their seaweed hair.

Some legends also say that if one can bridle the Kelpie, the Kelpie will have to do their bidding, and that they have the strength of 10 horses. As tempting as that may have been (or may be), this doesn’t normally turn out well for the humans.  It always makes me sad, really. The thought of humans trying to control faeries.  I wrote about Selkies in a previous post, and they have a similar way of being controlled.  Don’t try and tame something wild and free. Respect it!  Plus, we all know that bending someone’s will is bad karma, right? Supposedly, anyone who did manage to bridle the Kelpie ended up cursed in one way or another. 

Illustration by Martin McKenna for the book and recording Misterstourworm and the Kelpie’s Gift

“The Fairy Bible” also says that the Kelpie may be the rider between worlds, guiding Shamans on their journey.  So, this leans towards my thought of them just being a little misunderstood.

As I feel about much of the spiritual world, their ideas of “right” and “wrong” just don’t match up with ours. Spiritual beings, especially The Fae, have their own moral compasses and what may seem wrong to us, isn’t to them.   Respect & honor that, and learn to open your mind and heart…and also make sure not to offend them.  

Rules? But I’m Dead!

My mom and I often have the conversation about the possibility of rules on the other side of the veil.  Haven’t you ever wondered why answers are so indirect and not to the point? Often times when we ask spirits or gods/goddesses for answers, we never get it spelled out for us. Never just plain and simple.  Very rarely do witches, investigators, or even true psychics get the answers to the questions they are asking. It makes me wonder if in the grand scheme of things we aren’t supposed to have the answers.  You’d think that a spirit would want to tell us things, like where their body is buried or who killed them or where the money is hidden…if they could.

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Art by: John Kenn Mortensen

Maybe in the bigger picture there are things that our brains can’t comprehend, or on the other side it really just doesn’t matter.  Everyone thinks they have the answers to where we go. A good portion of people are convinced that they are 100% correct, but I truly think that people have to believe these things in order to compartmentalize the fear that comes with knowing that we will someday cease to exist in our current form.  Obviously I do believe that there is something out there after we die, but I think there is some cosmic law that prohibits spirits from sharing this information with us, or at this point we’d be able to have this information. I also wonder if it is the same forces that prevent us from proving that ghosts are real.  Let’s face it. We still can’t scientifically prove it. We have evidence supporting us (sometimes) but as far as science, we can still really only call it a pseudo-science. Our experiences don’t count as proof. They’re impossible to recreate over and over. Part of me hopes that someday we will be able to prove it, but part of me is scared of the answers…but most of me wants the proof!

What do you guys think? E-mail me at paranormalprincess7@gmail.com

The Blue Room

Last year I got to help make a horror short with my close friends! The idea stemmed at one of our writing groups and took off from there. We’re all huge fans of David Lynch & anything strange and unusual, so of course the movie is too. Jesse Livingston is the mastermind behind the Blue Room and really put everything together so well.

The Final Product!

The experience of working with my friends and bringing the whole idea into reality was such an incredibly rewarding experience. My role was as the production manager and as the wife of Chen, so I got to be on both sides of the camera.

Personally, my biggest challenge was finding a location. So many places charge an arm & a leg…& a kidney too which is difficult for a small budget. We did end up finding the perfect location…and then the perfect actors, and everything just fell into place from there.

I’m really excited to be able to share this with people. Trying new things is probably one of my favorite parts about being alive, and this is one of those new things I’m so happy I tried. I’ll never be a Hollywood actress or film maker, but I can say I’ve made a short film and will always be so proud of all the work my friends and I put into it. Twin Peaks brought us all together. I’m very thankful it did.

Update!

Clearly I’ve taken a little hiatus.   There has been so much going on, and I have experienced some level of burn out with everything, including many of the things I usually enjoy doing. It’s been really hard.

As 2020 is approaching I’m hoping I will find some spark again to discuss paranormal things, and maybe move my writing more towards some horror themes since my monthly podcast focuses on the paranormal! I don’t want to get too repetitive and would like some room to write about more than ghosts, sometimes.

Some other big news, I’ve officially departed from Code 3 Paranormal and have joined Prism Colorado! I’m super excited for this change and have already enjoyed working with Prism very much.  The paranormal community can be filled with so much gossip and toxic behavior, so I’m very glad to be working with a group of respectable & professional people (No, that’s not directed previous my team at all. Go check out their new podcast!).  If you are part of the community, and can do nothing but talk crap about other people instead of trying to work together then you are part of the problem and should take a good hard look at yourself.

Anyways, I hope you all are having a FANTASTIC end of the year and that 2020 begins the best decade of your life. 

I’ll be back with the Paranormal Princess Podcast in January which will still be under the Punk Rock Horror Podcast, but will now be easier to find and download my episodes. If anyone wants to jump on with me or share ideas on episodes you’d like to hear, please let me know. It would mean a lot.

Anyways, have a SPOOKY Christmas. Greetings from Krampus.

Wild West – Haunted Colorado!

I recently took my mom to another fun (potentially haunted) location here in Colorado! Buffalo Bill’s grave site. Yes, he’s actually buried there. It was a really neat little place that was great for a day trip. Tucked away near Golden, Colorado, Buffalo Bill’s Grave site & museum are crucial to keeping Colorado’s history alive. It made for a great mom/daughter date! We had lunch, browsed the gift shop & even met some people who had traveled from other states to come and visit.

I’ve lived in Colorado all of my 28 years, but had never taken the time to learn about this history. I always thought he was just a sharp shooting trouble-maker in the old west. It turns out Buffalo Bill was actually quite the opposite of a trouble maker. He was born in 1846 & died in 1917.  During his time, he was known for hunting buffalo (hence the name), fighting in the Civil War, and later in life he became quite the showman. His show ran for many years, & even featured Annie Oakley in his “Buffalo Bill’s Wild West” performances. I’ll leave a link to PBS’s biography about him. It’s definitely worth the read.

Now, I’ve heard whispering over the years that he still haunts his grave. Obviously it’s hard to do an investigation during the day when there are a ton of people in and out…but the place had an exceptionally peaceful feel to it and I think the only spirit there is the spirit of old Colorado. But who knows, maybe Buffalo Bill pops in occasionally for a rare sighting!

I tend to believe that most spirits don’t stick around their graves, and mostly frequent the places that they lived and enjoyed life, or sometimes the places where they passed. Graves and funerals are some sort of catharsis for the living, not for the dead. I’ve never really understood graves, and have never really been to visit the graves of my passed loved ones. Do you really want to believe they’re hanging out in such a sad place? And that you will too one day? Nah. No thanks.




https://www.pbs.org/weta/thewest/people/a_c/buffalobill.htm


Expanding on Lethbridge

I apologize for this one in advance! I’m a little rambly, but I’d like to get this out there.

So, I’ve spoken about Colin Wilson before, and he is most definitely another one of my favorite writers in the paranormal field. In his book, “Mysteries” he talks a lot about Lethbridge’s theories! I need to get my haunted little hands on some of his other works aside from “Ghost and Ghoul” but for now I’d like to discuss one entry Wilson mentioned.

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“And so Lethbridge’s experiments led him to the conclusion that various worlds – including the state of life-after-death – exist parallel with this one, and will even respond to a pendulum. An object that exists here also, apparently, also exists there – an interesting sidelight on the mystical formula: “As above, so below”. 

It would take ages to explain how Lethbridge methodically came to these conclusions, as they are a lifetime of work. I have much more reading to do myself! But, I do have a lot of trust in his theories. This snippet in particular strikes a chord.  Is there one parallel universe or are there many? Are there universes parallel to the parallel universes? The possibilities are absolutely endless. I mean it seems kind of silly to think that we’re the only ones who exist and that there are no other lifeforms or dimensions.  Look how far science has come in 100 years! In 100 years, who knows what we will have discovered.

This being said, how do the dimensions cross over? Or spirits for that matter. It almost seems like there’s tears that have happened over time allowing beings or energies to cross over. Again, this is just my own theory, but maybe these are caused by energies in our world created by man, and maybe some have been caused by magical rituals performed over the centuries. This makes me think of the film, “As Above So Below”. I really enjoyed it, and in the film the parallel universe seems to be the polar opposite of this one. So, if this was applied to the world today, does this mean for every healthy beautiful forest, there is the polar opposite parallel to this? If so, why? Maybe so things can come full circle. For one thing to exist, there must be an opposite. For every action there is a reaction.  Can good exist without evil or can we know true happiness without knowing devastation? In my humble opinion, the answer is no. I mean, what would make something good if there was no concept of bad? It would just be. I sincerely hope that in the future we are able to prove (or disprove) the existence of other worlds and dimensions and possibly figure out how they are part of our daily lives. In my deepest heart, I do believe that they exist.  

Maybe, in the end, these parallel universes exist so our world can exist in the way that it does. I know I’m getting a little…out here with this one, but it feels good to write some of this down and I’d love to hear what you guys think! For any further discussion please send me an e-mail at paranormalprincess7@gmail.com

There will be many, many further & more in-depth conversations about Lethbridge & Wilson.

xo

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

E-mail me anytime at paranormalprincess7@gmail.com!

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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TC Lethbridge

“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

Allure of the Seal

The world of the fae has always had the most important place in my heart. There are so many wonderful tales and poetry inspired by these magical beings. I’ve spent my life learning about them, and one of my favorite tales is about the Selchie or Selkie. For some reason they have always drawn me in and sent a warm light through my entire body.

There are different versions of the story, but in summary, the Scottish tale tells of a fisherman/hunter that comes across some beautiful women dancing on the shore. He’s mesmerized by their beauty, and then sees the seal skins on rocks near them.  If you steal the seal skin of a Selchie she cannot return to the sea, so he takes it and makes one of the beautiful ladies wed him. Eventually, she learns to love the hunter and bears a child. As the boy grows he sees how sad his mother is when she gazes out to the sea, and she explains why.  Eventually he steals the skin back for his mother and she is able to return to the sea….This is definitely just a summary and I fully recommend reading the whole thing. I’ll leave a link to a version of the full story at the bottom of the page.

Something here just really tugs at my heart. According to The Faery Bible, “The sea represents emotions, but these are not just personal emotions and ordinary human bonds. The sea signifies the longing of humanity – all the memories and feelings of the ages that are too overwhelming, too deep ever to be cast aside by a being as sensitive as the Selkie. She belongs to the collective emotional pool and she must dance the dance of life – she has far more to experience than simply the domestic joys of marriage and motherhood. For us, the Selkie represents the longing of the soul for it’s true home…”


Art by: Selina Fenech

There is such a beautiful sadness to the story, that I think that we can relate to as humans. At some point I think many of us have been forced to give up an important aspect of our personality when we didn’t want to. Growing up, in a sense, feels like our skins being stolen. We adjust to life and responsibility we’d rather not have, but sometimes gaze back longingly at a time when it felt like the world was ours. Our souls are always longing for something more.  Maybe it’s delusion but ever since I can remember consciousness I have always felt that my soul was far away from it’s true home in the sea. Domestication is a sickness that has always terrified me, and I wish nothing more than to be as free as a Selchie swimming in the sea. Able to survive in water and on land. Maybe in the next life, right?

As a general rule one should NEVER try and capture and control the magick of a faery being. Always respect the earth and the gifts it gives us. Work in tandem with it, and all of the magick that it holds.   And if you see a Selchie, watch from a distance and never, ever steal their skins.


https://www.uexpress.com/tell-me-a-story/1999/11/28/the-selkie-bride-a-scottish-legend