All Hallows’

Halloween means something to me… In that I have many fond memories spent with my best friend discussing spirits, demons, the magic behind it all.
Apart from the trick or treat, the scary films and dressing up, it also meant a huge supper and the practice of all thing spiritual. Make no mistake I am not one to mess with things I don’t understand however I am a firm believer in the celebration of the passing of lost spirits and the rebirth of a season. The intersting thing is how the Pagan and Christian traditons all intertwine – however it is believed it originated from the Celtic festival Samhain – bonfires and dressing up and face painting to ward off evil spirits.
All Hallows’ is a time for change, the trees are sheding and the cold sets in. A time to dance naked under the moon light and let your inner creep appear.
I love it.
I am sadly not participating in any kind of celebration this year. However this evening I plan to carve my pumpkin, eat eggs in purgatory and watch a cult horror film – I am a scaredy cat I get creeped out so easily and I tend to have extremely vivd real nightmares. However I find it facinating delving into the fear.
I believe in all of it, the creatures of the night, lost souls who haven’t found their way and the practice of magic. All fiction comes from some truth maybe a small fraction however do not turn your noses up to something that is a possibility.

A poem from the dark and creepy Edgar Allen Poe to set the mood – 
Thy Soul shall find itself alone
‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness – for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee, and thier will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown,
and the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the heaven
with light like the hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning feaver
Which would climng to thee forever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne’er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God is still,
and the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!



Purgatory – this is where my eggs are going tonight (well a spicy tomato sauce anyway)




Love this! Spooky



Stage production of Macbeth – The Witches

THE cult horror film I will indulge in.

Tim Burton’s Halloween Fashion

Tim Burton’s Halloween Fashion

A detail shot of today’s outfit. I will show you the rest later. What does Halloween mean to you?
How will you celebrate?
I’ll get my caldron out – Happy Halloween.
Haim.
Images courtesy of Google.




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