Jymie Darling's Demonology Treatise was Reviewed

My treatise was reviewed by a critic that is fair and harsh at the same time. I must be completely honest, I was worried when I saw that I was reviewed. Like I said he is a fair but very critical reviewer that has done hundreds of reviews. I was happy with the review though. Made my evening and this said, there is a larger book of Demonology coming out from me. Here is the link to the full review. 4 out of 5 stars. http://granovitch.blogspot.com/2016/11/introducing-demons.html?m=1 Here are some of the highlights: Local magician , Jymie Darling, has generated a small but very informational treatise on various types of demons that spans across several cultures and philosophies. Stating off with the ancient Sumerians she describes the demons that plagued our first society and then goes through the Judeo Christian , indian ,native american and finally Gnostic traditions. The information provided in this book is top notch. The book is not a how to but rather an excellent overview. I have no complaints about her knowledge or writing style, rather there are editing issues that I noticed occurred with the kindle edition. The biggest problem is that the photos and illustrations cover over the text in many places. This blots out lots of information. A major drag. Having known the author and conversed with her let me tell you she is supernaturally intelligent. I wish she would write a much longer book. In fact I wish this book was longer. In Sumerian mythos which carries into Assyrian and Babylonian demons. The first class of demons are the demons who are god like. In a sense they are gods and goddesses of evil. The second class of demons are those wandering spirits of the undead , who may be angry or vengeful. The last kind of demon are those that are half human half demon. There were also winged demons who could bring evil to people or guard against evil. The author warns that when working with demons it is important to use incantation that are specific to their home religion. In other words you cannot threaten a demon like Labartu, Sumerian demon with the name adonai or Jesus as he would not know who they are. Important of note is that demons and gods tend to evolve,especially as they go through different religion's. They will get different names and characteristic. Still! Context is important.

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Ouija Board....the Talking Board of Evil?

Ouija Boards, pretty and a wonderful tool or is it? Ouija Boards were invented in the long line of talking tables and Victorian fascination with the dead and the Spiritual Revival. There is no doubt that there is the 'other side'. There is no doubt that there is a wonderful part of the unknown that we have yet to completely understand. Tools keep evolving. Looks and presentation become a must. Hollywood jumps on board and we have a tool of evil. Fears are placed into our minds. I am going to be incredibly unpopular with this particular blog, but this is 20+ years of being in the Occult with 90% of it spent working in/owning an Occult Store. First and foremost, let me explain something about myself. I believe in the unknown. I do. I do not think that every bump in the night is a ghost or every ghost is a demon. In fact, I am a skeptic first. I try to resolve everything prior to having faith. I do not know why. It is my way. If you say you are psychic, I have zero trust in that until I see it and can preclude any other explanation for the event I saw. When you say you are 99% correct, I have to question your technique. IE...no reader should ask you a question prior to reading. That is a dead giveaway. They should never try to manipulate you out of information during the reading. That is also a dead giveaway. A true psychic and tarot reader can simply throw the cards and come up with details that they have no way of knowing. The rests are frauds or reading your face. Those that think that they expose frauds are usually hiding what they do not want you to ask of them. That is why I do not out anyone by name...just by description that includes the entire sect of the community. We have such a telephone book listing of 'psychics' and 'spell casters' that we have become a joke at this point. Ouija Boards are the same. I have heard all the myths, all the scary stories (even from my mom) but I wanted to look deeper into this. The Ouija. Oui-Ja (yes/yes). There are differing opinions on the board's powers and where they come from. Some say it is you. Ideosyncratic Response from the brain causing the answers to come from you. To answer the self. Or perhaps to make you the portal to which the board works. Some say it is actually the spirit world using the board as the portal. Perhaps the planchette is the portal. Let's break it down shall we? You focus all of your energy/energies into your finger tips. We know that the fingers are like a wand. After all, a wand as a magickal tool is nothing more than the extension of your fingers and an object in which to focus upon and direct. Your finger tips are placed on the planchette, not the board. So in essence, it is the planchette that becomes the portal, not the board. The board is a tool...a map for the planchette to travel to give you the answers you seek. So let's right here stop and realize, the board itself has NOTHING to do with this. It is the Planchette. Therefore, it is the tool to regard with respect and caution. Whew, glad to clear this up. planchettes Next the spirits that come through. Yes, all kinds can come through. I use to tell people do not give the board any power or fear. YOU are in charge of the portal. Remember? It is through your fingertips that the portal has the energy, thus the power, to open. It requires it to remain open. Can something escape? Well, this is sticky and a bit of a blurred area. I think that if you are fearful of that, you have allowed that to be an option. What do I mean? Well, I have never had anything escape any portal doing any experimental or actual ritual work. NONE. Even as a baby occultist. Why would I be so lucky? How can I be an exception? Easy. I am not. I was trained from the very get go to never practice if scared. I had to adhere to the holy trinity of law: No Fear, No Doubt, No Guilt. So if I thought for a moment that I was going to be scared of something happening, I either did not proceed with doing it or I took extra precautions to put my monkey mind at rest. Thus, I did not create the option for something to escape. I was in control and my rules were to be followed. You see, I HAVE the energy to create such a connection...meaning IT needed me to come through. That makes me the greater energy. As such, my house, my rules. Simple. I have never been questioned nor challenged in any situation, including exorcisms. No Fear. I have No Doubt in myself. And I do not do anything I would feel Guilt for. I have seen people release things into their houses. The first question is: Did you perform some evocation? Ritual? Ouija? Seance? Call forth ANYTHING? Followed immediately by: Were you scared? Did you have doubts in yourself? Did you allow yourself to be frightened? Lastly: Did you research what you doing first? Like more than Google? More than A book? Usually....those questions above are 95% of what went wrong. Next, the Ouija. It is cute. It is. I find it quaint and I find it amusing. I do not find it to be an authority nor absolute. I use to tell people: Using a Ouija Board to ask advice is like calling 7-11's payphone and asking whoever answered the phone all your spiritual questions and advice. You might get a Sage, you might get a Fool. Either way, you do not know which one you got. So, I give the advice that I gave to many over the last 20+ years.... Play with the Ouija but understand, it might not be truthful. If you are scared, go to a movie instead of playing with the Ouija. If you are doubtful of your ability to maintain control with just words but not scared, play the board inside a magickal circle that was cast with protection or a salt circle. If you are worried about how to close the board. Do not be. The board is not the portal. Focus on the planchette. Remove your fingers and dip in a bowl of salt water to disconnect yourself, thus taking the energy from the portal. Then, for good measure, either store the planchette in salt or simply cleanse it with the salt water you have. A story I liked to repeat at the end of the advice: A couple once were playing the Ouija. They had contacted a small boy who passed on as a child. They talked to him over many nights. Always being told that the spirit felt safe and comfortable with them. That the boy had a bond now with them. An affection. They enjoyed the boy and enjoyed their talks. All the talks of his childhood, his time frame, his interests. They shared theirs. One night, the woman asked the boy: "When did you die?" The planchette went to 1-8-9-2. The woman apologized if this was sensitive information. She had held off asking anything that might bring pain to the boy. The planchette went to No. She then asked when were you born, hoping to discover an exact age and zodiac. The planchette went to 1-9-0-5. Confused, the woman asked...:"You were born after you died?" The planchette went wild all over the board in panic and went silent. The boy never did return.

Daemonology..the first of many blogs

Daemonology by Jymie Darling Now, what I am known outwardly for is Alchemy and the Transmutation of all aspects of Alchemy. However, there is a little known area that I am considered one of the experts on and I do not really promote that too much, Daemonology. I use to be incredibly proud of this. The decades I had experience with hauntings that would be considered Daemonic started when I was around 9 years old and continued. Now, not all hauntings are Daemonic. Not by far. I seem to be drawn, or perhaps they are drawn to me, to really core frightening experiences. I have written some on this blog: Spadra…tonight’s adventure by Jymie Darling The Haunting of Utica Ave…part 1 The Haunting on Utica Ave…part 2 Haunting on Utica Finale by Jymie Darling I have also written about that which was just a haunting. Some were just a haunting and another was quite vicious, but still just a haunting. I thought it was the interesting and since it had greatly influenced me as a child, I began a lifetime of aggressive pursuit in study. Then in time, I became fluent in almost every philosophy the idea of daemonology. Why do I say every philosophy? Easy, each and every religion has a type of spirit that could be considered a daemon. Then one day, a film crew approached us in Panpipes Magickal Marketplace about asking some questions about selling one's soul to the devil. Seems that they are making a film, like a documentary about selling one's soul. They had held a open call asking for someone willing to do so, found someone (Kai Blackwood) and hit a wall. I advised on the film both in front and behind the camera after being the only person that they could find that was fluent in this area of study. We settled on Goetia. You can see the film on Youtube Touching the Goetia ended in a mass breakdown of everyone's life for almost a year, including mine. It took me over 3 years to recover from it and I still have the hell of the stalkers that cannot let go of me and I still receive emails daily asking to help them do the same. I think that is why I draw the mentally unstable, the vicious for no reason, the ugly of the soul and those stuck in the mire to me in my personal life (although, this year, I have cleansed myself of that and just hand with my friends and the crazy that is horse people). I should learn that when people say "run from that person" both in the horse world and the occult world, that I should run from that person. I distanced myself from that area of study. Then the TV shows began. All the ghost investigation shows (I have to admit, I never watched a single show) that all screamed Demons. It is a DEMON INFESTATION!! I started getting emails again. A dear friend, Serenity, asked me to come onto a show and do an interview about this. I agreed. I stepped back into the shadows with the Daemons. As I explained in the show, if they had seriously come across a daemon infestation, they would never be able to do another episode the following week. That they were in no way educated enough to deal with it. Finally, the way they dealt with it would have had them killed or infested themselves. You see, there are different daemons for each philosophy. If you deal with them the same way, such as yelling the Lord's Prayer at a a Sumerian Daemon, you will accomplish NOTHING except getting hurt. There is a format to deal with each one. Sumerian gets a Sumerian "exorcism". A Sumerian that was perverted to the Christian faith has become a separate daemon altogether and therefore, a Christian ceremony. Native American daemons (each tribe having their own set) gets a Native American ceremony (to that tribe). So I wrote a small booklet on Daemonology and I followed it up with a how to investigate. I was invited last year to a Paracon in Utah where I spoke about it and I have been invited to return again this year. So, if you are in Utah and want to talk Demons with me, you can find me at the Utah Paranormal Convention and you can hang with me at this convention and pick my brain on Daemonolgy, Alchemy, Tarot, Occult, Transmutation, Qabala or just come and view my collection that puts the whole Annabelle doll to shame!!! I hope to be filming my talk at the convention for my YouTube channel and I will post here as a follow-up when I arrive home. For those who wish to hunt and investigate the true paranormal, when you actually find that 1% that is actually a Daemon infestation, either follow the rules of how to handle them, or run and find an expert. There is a series of studies, questions, formats, research and more on how to actually go about a true daemonic haunting and someone with the fortitude to handle some of the most mind-bending visuals that you have ever come across. You also need to know when to call a possession a mental illness or a drug addiction problem or perhaps a physical problem such as lead poisoning from the paint in an older house. You also have to work through the fact that people can carry daemons with them and you have to figure out whether it was the darkness of themselves that drew that towards them, or if it was something they called by messing around in the occult or if it is their inner demons manifesting as outer Daemons. Daemonology is not an hour long show nor is it a year long study nor a simple blog. It is a lifetime of constant research and a few decades of study to be able to handle this completely. And if you ever need a question answered, feel free...I am always here, studying and researching everyday of my life. And yes, I will begin writing blogs upon Daemonology now as well as Alchemy. In fact, I will begin more blogs on teachings when I have the good days where I can write. The more I seclude myself from the outside world and only see my horse, the more I can function and focus on writing. The outside world and the human race scare me more than any daemon from the nine gates. (which reminds me...if anyone saw the 9th Gate electronic promo, I was in it and I was in the extras on the DVD on the film Mirrors with K. Sutherland).

Transmutation, the ideal magickal working

Transmutation, the ideal magickal working Jymie Darling, Alchemist Alchemy, this is a word that is overused and over abused in today's world. Why? Because no one really knows what it means. Alchemy is more than pretty smells. Alchemy is more than understanding the philosophy of the greater unfolding of the self as presented by Jung and the use of symbolism with any Tree of Life. Alchemy is transformation in the sense that it is transmuted into something more, something different. It is the action of changing or the state of being changed into another form. Into something completely and entirely different. Elixirs When we apply it to the blending of oils, we are talking about creating a perfect elixir where the singular components stop existing in the scent and they become one to create a different form of magickal elixir. For instance, if not blended correctly, one can pick out each and every oil used in that blend. However, if planetary perfection is heeded to while mixing, one can catch tones but not the blend. When one can take herbs, resins and oils and create an elixir that transports a person's energy to the intended blending, that is transmutation. It took me over 10 years to learn the perfection of this art, luckily, I owned the Nation's Oldest Occult store, Panpipes Magickal Marketplace and could work day in and day out all week, every week, for 10 years. I now continue to do so at Babylon Gardens Apothecary. Unfolding the Self When we apply it to the self, we are talking about the unfolding of the self. Getting rid of the baggage that we carry that is not ours. That little voice that says "you are not good enough", "you must compare yourself to others to feel better", "you will never succeed", "i am only who i am to how others see me". Some of these might just be yours, some of these are what others handed to you for you to carry as your own. These people could be your parents (or whatever relative took you on), your peers, society, bullies, television, social media, etc. Whichever they might be, they are not yours to carry. You have been carrying them for so long, you might not even realize, this is not your baggage. You need to open up each suitcase and examine if it belongs to you. If it does not, dump it. If it does, we need to reorganize, cull down and learn to create something awesome from the suitcase instead of something vile and ugly that we project on a daily basis. However, if the suitcase is a mental illness, please seek medical attention. This type of unfolding may be too intense for the unbalanced, especially paranoia. This is not a cure for mental illnesses. The Tree of Life is the easiest format to chart your unfolding out. Now, Qabala is the most easiest explained, however, each and every philosophy can be placed upon the Tree of Life and the Qabalistic names substituted for your philosophy. I wrote a treatise on how to. This little gem is a treatise that explains the Qabala foundations. The treatise includes several tree philosophies into the the working of the tree in the language of the Qabala. The treatise also creates a simple to follow way to work the paths for the rebuilding of the self while embracing your shadows so that they become constructive rather than destructive. Gyms will only get you so far in this life, what is the soul of the person matters most in the bigger scheme of universe. After all, we are simply just vehicles holding the energy and wisdom of the true self. Each path is broken down into a simple foundation of the workings and understandings of each lesson one must learn while unfolding the self as well as creating the energy vortex for creation. When one finds this creation, one never needs to worry about the mundane bickering of those who are mired in muck. Remember, those that choose to focus on you are taking away from focusing on themselves and thus, remain mired in the manure of their own making. This is a great introduction to the Great Work of the Self or you can find a hard copy soon on my website. Food Alchemy When you start to create the self and you create the elixir that you wear for the energy, you must never forget to also create from inside as well. When we eat, we provide the body energy. This energy is also what we push forward in our life. Why not start controlling it? Planets are just as important in food and in preparation of food and in the meal. Let me offer an example: My family use to gather for holidays (most are now deceased). My mom (RIP) and my grandmother (RIP) never got along. NEVER. My aunt and my mom never got along. My cousin and I never get along. So I started an experiment without their knowledge. I volunteered to make the dinners. I used meals that were made with Moon (peace and calming) and Venus (love and happiness). They got along. They even remarked about their surprise on how they got along. I stopped making the dinners. The fights erupted almost immediately. I looked at what was being made, Mars (passion and war) and Mercury (communications). Oh boy. Explained everything. Now, when I do something for guests, or for my own need of energy, I watch the alchemy I place into my food. After all, when you eat, you transmute the food into the energy that you are going to use. I work closely with Alchemy Confections for catering when I need to and for the planetary cupcakes that I use for a daily work need. A Sun (success, money) mini cupcake with a Jupiter (prosperity, health) combined with a beautiful Mercury (communications) drink...and here I am writing semi understandable (wink) a blog that will help you become the Kethor, Xeper, Brilliance, Philosopher's Stone....YOU. Good night and be a better you, by doing so, you are helping the universe not creating the problem.

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Practical Alchemy

Practical Alchemy, slightly differing from Personal Alchemy, is a format of math, botany and magick. In the truest form, it is the exact definition of the science and art blending seamlessly. I like to think of it as the science behind the art. It allows everyone to dip into both sides of the brain. Let us lay down the basics of this magick. Oils First and foremost, oils. The kind matter, the type matter and the process matters. Cold Pressed Although pressing and grinding produces heat through friction, the temperature must not rise above 120°F (49°C) for any oil to be considered cold pressed. Cold pressed oils are produced at even lower temperatures. Cold pressed oils retain all of their flavor, aroma, and nutritional value. What does that mean for us in the Pagan Community? It means that not only is the scent stronger, giving us a greater reaction, but the value of the magick is also retained. If we move to hot process we lose value. Taking something and boiling it also dissipates the value. Scents Scented oils are awesome. They smell incredible. Problem is, they are manufactured. Chemicals. Not only do they have no value magickally, when mixed with real oils, the entire blend is corrupted. Scents belong in perfume. Very pretty, no value. Essential Oils This definition plays fast and loose. One drop of frankincense oil into a carrier oil such as Balsalm or Hemp or Apricot Kernal and legally it can be called Frankincense Pure Essential. What is worse, is when someone says shelf life. That means they either have a scent in it or they placing it in a carrier oil that rots. Oils do not go off. In the 20+ years, I have never had a true essential rot. Where it comes from This literally means, where in the world was it harvested from. Why? Because we need to look at the weather and how it is grown, when is harvested, and how it was harvested All the above can change the factors of assigned planets and cross planetary matching. The planets give us the elements, thus giving us full meaning and complete aspecting. Oh, excuse the typos, I am on my phone and do my best to catch them. Obviously, I am not a creative writer, but a teacher instead. http://www.jymiedarling.com http://www.pagandayfest.com http://www.babylongardensapothecary.com https://wordpress.com/posts/jymiedarling.wordpress.com

Art and Science of Alchemy

The art and science of blending. What is that? I mean blending of oils are easy, right? Not too sure about that. I see and hear how people come up with blends and the smell is...well...less than desirable. Blending for a scent is not enough. That is a perfume with a beautiful scent and absolutely NO energy nor magick behind it. A ton of the books for blending, show the recipes for the blends but they are alchemically incorrect. Let me explain, you see the planets matter, the elements matter, the parts matter. Names for the blends are irrelevant to it all. Truly is. I can call it Whamabamabanana and it makes no difference to the energy that it attracts. If it is done wrong alchemically, it is wrong energy. First and foremost, we need a great understanding of the planets and the magick that create and the energy that they involve. Then you have to break it down to the cross planets, then understand how they weave, choose the ingredients (and do all the research on what EACH one does as explained in Practical Alchemy). Then you have to figure out the parts to which ingredient. Do the math and then hope for the best, have an eraser ready. Sounds confusing, it really is not. What it is, is a lost art form of the science of true Alchemy. Planets Sun - success, money, overcoming obstacles, purification, protection - Fire Moon - peace, tranquility, exorcism, protection via water, mental health, sleep - Water Mars - war, protection via fire, surgery, blood letting, passion - Fire Mercury - artistry, psychic awareness, communication, road opener, psychic opening - Air Jupiter - protection via air, prosperity, physical health - Air Venus - love, happiness, friendship, magnetic attraction - Earth Saturn - lust, debauchery, hexing, domination, binding - Earth Each of the definitions of the above planets are not in each oil that is of that planet. Sometimes it is only one of the definitions. Take for example Peppermint. Peppermint is a cross between Jupiter/Venus. Jupiter is health, prosperity (not protection) and for Venus it is only the magnetic attraction (not love). Let's do it like this: What do I want? (bullet format please) Success, Movement, Happiness and Health with regards to Roo (my angel faced horse). One item at a time, do not try to fix your whole life in one elixir!!! So...break it down... Success - Sun Movement - Mercury/Sun Happiness - Venus Health - Jupiter Now I have to stop and make sure that I do not have an extreme opposition. What does that mean? No fire vs water. That is the only one we have to worry about right this moment. And the answer is No. Next step is research your ingredients...I am going to go with this (since I do this on a daily basis for 20+ years). Frankincense (Oman) - Jupiter/Sun Almond sweet - Mercury/Jupiter Lemon - Sun/Venus Now...can I mix those? I have to have something in common. So Lemon has Sun/Venus. Frankincense has Sun/Jupiter. Sun is in common. So those to are a go. Almond has Mercury/Jupiter. Lemon has Sun/Venus. Nothing in common. BUT...Frankincense has Sun/Jupiter. Jupiter is in common and Frankincense is the joint oil that allows Lemon and Almond to go together. Without it, the two oils would not work magickally together with each other. EVER. Might smell nice...no energy and no real property to it. The Frankincense is the TRANSMUTATION oil for the two. So now, I have to figure how much of each oil goes into the blend. For that I must decide what is the most important goal. I choose Jupiter (health). Why? Well, I want a healthy horse and I want to be healthy and stay in health with the boy. 1 part Frankincense Jupiter/Sun 2 parts Almond, Sweet Mercury/Jupiter 1 part Lemon Sun/Venus Is that right? I have no clue until I finish with my math. That is why the eraser might come in handy. Jupiter - 3 (1 frank/2 almond) Sun - 2 (1 frank/1 lemon) Mercury - 2 (2 almond) Venus - 1 (1 lemon) Am I okay with this? Jupiter is my major contributor, thus Health is NUMBER 1. Success and movement tied for number 2 importance (I like that. I need some successful movement and since health is number 1 it will be healthy for Roo and I). Happiness comes in leading the back (again, I am okay with that. I like to have happiness at the end of the day). For me, this blend would be incredible. I can name The Friesian Mafia should I choose (as that is what my fellow Friesian friends have called our group and made me a member of the 'mafia'...and no, you cannot sit with us LOL(Mean Girls Quote)). The name is irrelevant, it is the action of the oil that creates the energy through alchemy. That is your lesson for today. That is how I did the apothecary at Panpipes and that is how I do Babylon Gardens Apothecary and that is why I really do not see us with as a competitor in any market to be honest but rather just a traditional and real alchemy apothecary that reaches out beyond magickal foundation oils such as Come to Me, Healing, etc. Although, I do that too. The fest is in 2 days and I must finish the fest and prep BGA for travel. http://www.pagandayfest.com/ http://www.babylongardensapothecary.com http://www.jymiedarling.com and every other site in my about me section. 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Spadra Haunting....the Final Contact??

As I sit here and try to reason out tonight's events, I find myself with more questions than answers. So I will simply relate what happened and what I saw, so forth. I will try to reason and separate later with logic if that is possible. Tonight around 6:30pm, we arrived at Spadra. We drive past it and around up Humane Avel (the other side of the steep hill) and back around. Nothing to really report. Nothing out of the ordinary. The cemetery sits back behind the railroad tracks next to the 57 Fwy and behind industries. You would miss it if you did not know what you were looking for. No cars parked around. A lot of the industry looked done for the day. We drove up and saw this:

Well...gotta be honest. I never really let a locked gate deter me. After all, there is no sign that says do not trespass. You can see there are three large locks on the gate. The road goes down and across a train track and down a bit further to the cemetery. To the right is the freeway. Now you can see a fence is fallen on the right...unfortunately, there are 2 more formidable fences to climb to get to that one. Not going to work for me. So I call my friend Mary. I tell her what I have encountered and does she know another way in? She always knows another way in. Under the freeway pass, further to the right in this picture is a fire road and gate. Not an actual gate, like a swinging pole. I walk over there. No signs to keep out. The fire road is really a road over an aquaduct and then a huge dirt field. The size is from the gate here to that tree at the end of the brick wall. I slip under the pole and walk on. Cammy following behind me. I am still on the phone with Mary. I am reasoning with her on why I am not trespassing and she is agreeing. I get to the underpass and I smell weed. I tell that to Mary and tell her I must not be alone here. I round the corner and there is a guy. Smallish. Glasses. Painting with spray paint an art piece. I say HEY. He says HEY. I am still on the phone with Mary. I ask him if he knows if the cemetery is open. He says, I think it is over there. I continue talking to Mary and telling her that if I should get arrested...Bail me out please. I cross the tracks and hear Cammy talking to the graffiti guy. I continue down and the cemetery is indeed, open. No signs. I look up about 50 feet in and there is a No Trespass Sign as the grounds are for "Tenants Use Only". I chuckle and choose to act as if I do not see and prepare to act dumb if caught. What tenants exactly? hmmmm I take pictures. I catch nothing of great intrigue and decide to turn on my phone recorder and place at the base of the tombstone of the towns creator, Phillips. I see no one and hear no one, so I feel confident with my phone there while I scoot around the place. It is not a big place and supposedly there are 212 bodies there...where? On top of each other? A mass grave? I dunno. So Cammy and I walk around. I keep hearing movement around me. In the leaves. In the trees. I catch a shadow or two in the corner of my eye. I blow it off as the wind with the hope that if it is someone, they will speak to my phone and I will get info. Cammy walks up to me and says "I hear keys shaking at me...like right behind me." I never comment on an investigation as I do not feed into hysteria or mind tricks. I let everyone experience. Mental note taken. I decide to walk over to my phone and take a last spin around using the a ghost box app. Calling it eventful but in a soft, kinda...yeah there is energy but whatever, kinda way. I look up and there is a gentleman at the fence. Wearing all white. I stop and look at him. He does not move. At first I squint to see if he might be peeing. Maybe he does not see us or does not care. Nope. Not peeing. Just standing and staring. I cannot make out any features on him other than tall and wearing white. He walks towards the steep hill not the other way which is out. I look and Cams and say...we should probably go ahead and go. I do not like the human visitor. She says okay. I grab my phone and turn off the recorder and see I have messages. I look at them. From Mary. She had decided it was important for her to drive down to Spadra to make sure I got in but not to join me. I look up to see if I see the man and the side of the mountain catches my eye. There is a black line of what I think could be people. Same height. In Black. Moving quickly and like a snake down the mountain. I cannot see any features nor faces. I can see heads. I can see shoulders. I can see arms. I can see legs. I see no separation between their torsos. I chuckle to myself...fucking human centipede. Right?! My mind goes to a warped movie where humans are sewn together and I chuckle. Awesome brain...just awesome. However, something about the movement and the quickness unsettles me. You know when someone runs down a steep hill, you can see them do so in jumps and jerky movements? This did not and they moved in synch....like they were just one. Impossible. But unsettling all the same. I look at my final message from Mary as we are beating feet to the exit (about 200 yards) to leave. "I saw a black shadow...in a line...at the gate. Heading towards you. Are you alone?" I tell Cammy...go. Fucking go. We get to the exit and look toward the hill. The man in white is sitting on a rock at the base. I still cannot see any features and the black line of whatever, it is already there. It moved ridiculously fast. Impossibly fast. No features. No sound. Silent. Cam and I head out towards the tracks to the tunnel. The black line is behind us...no sound but moving in a straight line...not side by side...straight line. My first thought? Awesome...fucking gang members or some death metal goddamn satanic wannabes. Perfect. We go through the tunnel. Cammy way ahead of me as I keep slowing down to look behind me and try to grasp a feature. Any feature. Something. An eye. A mouth. A nose. Lips. Something. There is nothing and I am wondering if there are masks although you can tell a mask and nope...not a mask. I come into the tunnel and the painter guy startles me with a "hello" "Have fun?" I said I had. I said...getting a bit intense. No one follows me. I feel like I can take a breath. Stupid, paranoid me. Kids went to the cemetery. He said he was not aware of the cemetery until I had said something. He thought it was a park. We chuckled. Then we hear rocks being stepped on in the tunnel. We look. No one. Well, to be fair there is a wall between the tunnel and the tracks. I assume they are walking there. I yell at Cammy to move on. She is already out of the tunnel and in the dirt field. The painter guy looks at me like...Who the hell? I said...there is a group of people behind me and I do not know about them. He says he does not either. Has not seen anyone but me. We hear the rocks...but the sound stays coming from the same spot. He says well, move on. I said...yep. I take off walking towards the end of the tunnel to leave. He grabs his pack and walks towards the other end where the rocks are crunching. I look back and I see him at the end looking back at me. I asked him...you going to be okay? He scoffs and says..YEAH. He looks around the wall to the other side. Flies back, up straight. He turns to look at me...pale. He says... GO... RUN....and he takes off down the tracks in the other direction. I turn and move it. I hear the same beat of movement in the rocks but this time they are moving in leaps and bounds towards me. I leave the tunnel. I get outside and I see Cammy up ahead. Almost out of the field and to the car. I move a bit faster. I keep looking behind me. I see no one. No one exits the tunnel. I am half way through the field now. I look back again. No one. I look forward at Cammy and smile because I am home free and feeling stupid for letting a small panic hit. I see her face and her eyes widen. I turn around...the line of black thing...it is right up behind me. I mean right up behind me. No sound. No footsteps. Right up behind me. I can still see no features. I move forward a bit faster. I grab my phone and call Mary. I want someone to know where I am when I am killed. Find the body here please...but I do not panic. I talk about the clouds. The tombstones. The fact that I am leaving now. I am on her voicemail. I continue to look backwards. This is odd behavior for me. Not the looking backwards part, the running. I do not run if I feel threatened. I move aggressively towards the object presenting the threat. Sometimes I con the people I am with to walk towards the paranormal activity so that I can get a picture with a measurable human there. I am that asshole. This time, I moved and I moved quickly. I turned again and they are were far behind. I looked towards Cammy and back again and they were up on me again. I got the water crossing and slipped through the pole. I looked back and they, or it, was back at the middle of the field still facing me and walking towards me but somehow quite a bit behind me. I got in the car. They, it, never did leave the dirt field. I am left unsettled. I am left startled. I have faced some of the most vicious and sometimes demonic energies and laughed...this was somehow different and I do not like it one bit.

Spadra Cemetery Haunting Part 1....The Initial Contact

I am heading out to Spadra Cemetery in a few moments. I want to give a beginning blog on my history and Spadra history. Part 2 will be written upon my return. Origin of Spadra The land that became Spadra was once part of Rancho San Jose, a Mexican ranch created in 1837 by the Mexican Governor of California, Juan Bautista Alvarado. It was given to horse and cattle owners Ygnacio Palomares and Ricardo Vejar. When the Mexican-American War ended in 1848, Rancho San Jose became part of the United States. In order to improve mail transportation between the coasts of the United States, the Butterfield stagecoach route was built in 1859 from San Francisco to St. Louis and Memphis. Within California, the route would pass south from San Francisco to Los Angeles, then across the desert to Yuma, Arizona. “The task was huge, but within a year a series of stations stocked with fresh horses was set up all along the 2,866 mostly empty, often dangerous miles.” Stagecoach stops, or “stations,” were periodically placed throughout the line. One station was placed in eastern Los Angeles County, and named the “San Jose” station. This stagecoach station was the beginning of Spadra’s existence. In 1864, debt and poor business decisions forced the owners of Rancho San Jose to sell 12,000 acres of Rancho San Jose to German immigrant Louis Phillips at the price of $30,000. By purchasing the land, Phillips hoped to sell smaller parcels to future residents to create a profit. The first person who bought land from Louis Phillips was the notorious criminal Billy Rubottom in 1866. “A rough frontiersman, he was wanted in his native Arkansas for killing two men with a knife. And in El Monte, Rubottom shot his own son-in-law to death.” Rubottom was also credited (or blamed) with the introduction of opossums in Southern California. Louis Phillips’ empty land very likely appealed to Rubottom as way to begin a fresh start. Seeing the number of people who travelled through the stagecoach station, he built a combination hotel and bar as he had previously done in El Monte. “His bar at the Rubottom Hotel served anything you wanted and was a place where one could drink away all of their woes and wages. It was open every night of the week until 1, 2, or 3 in the morning.” Very quickly other small businesses began to appear and Rubottom named the growing town “Spadra,” after his hometown in Arkansas. Spadra continued as a rural town, comparable with others in the area such as Pomona, Azusa, and Ontario. The earliest mention of Spadra in the Los Angeles Times is from 1885, which describes it as a small country town with a population between four and five hundred. “The products are principally barley, wheat, hay, corn, and potatoes. There are numerous bands of sheep in the neighborhood.”With a small growing population located near a major railroad station, Spadra appeared that it would mirror other rural towns in Southern California. However, the fate of Spadra would be irreversibly altered by the remarkable, almost deliberate success of its smaller neighbor Pomona. Decline and Disappearance Spadra began to decline further due to most of its population moving to Pomona. The final blows to its disappearance were caused by decisions made by those outside Spadra. In 1919, the California State Legislature selected Spadra as the site of a mental hospital, named the “Pacific Colony.” At that time, people with mental disabilities were considered to be a nuisance with patients called “inmates” and hospitals that catered to them operating more similar to prisons. The Pacific Colony was complete and opened on May 2, 1927. “It was designed to be almost a self-sufficient city unto itself, isolated from the rest of society by more than just its physical location.” Because of its independence, the Pacific Colony did not assist Spadra in any major way, and likely reduced its appeal to any future residents. All that is left now is the Cemetery and the closed landfill. The Cemetery Why is the above important? Well, it gives a bit of background to the town and to the energy there. So that you understand, when I do investigations, I go to disprove not prove a haunting. I want to be able to show the huey of modern ghost hunting hysteria. Not that I do not believe, I do actually believe in the paranormal. I just believe that a ton of stuff is mass group hysteria and power of suggestion. So I went. I went a few times. There is no huey here. So through more research and understanding of culture and theology, I found that the Spadra Cemetery was a protestant cemetery. Not completely the key of importance on it's own but just another piece to the puzzle. So, Spadra was a bit of an inclusive little community. Large and then small and then secluded and then crazy...to be brief. So I know that there is one of the last natives of a certain tribe there. That her stillborn twins are there. I knew it was old. I knew the history of the town. I knew a bit about the cemetery. I like to go in a bit cold and then research if it is worth further research and finally return. This I have done. And yet, I find myself drawn to return again. The Investigation It was interesting. I went in with a group. Small and trustworthy. The energy seemed to be absolutely hopping. Just flying. I looked for electrical possibilities that made the meters go insane. None. I looked for underground water possibilities that made the meters go insane. None. So now, I am interested. No transformers. No generators. No wiring. No underground items. Pure 'dead' space. Interested. I find that the twins are buried oddly positioned to the mother. Not in typical culture fashion of the time for respect but definitely screaming another type of cultural disrespect. They are buried on unhallowed ground. Weird. Odd. Why? Notes taken for later research. Next, I move on towards the rest of the cemetery. Making my way towards the founders area. Suddenly and without warning, the energy not only drops to nothing, it is the most eerily nothing I have ever felt. All machines go silent. Dowsing rods stop dead in place. Notes taken. Why? Seems the closer we get to the founder, the more it seems to be a warning. A member of the group speaks "Why are you quiet? Are you scared?" Every machine goes insane and then silent. "Is it the founder?" Insanity and silence again. Notes taken. Experience complete for that trip. Research It is a lot harder to find info than you think for some places. You go blind in MicroFich. However, this is what I could find and what could be pieced together. In the hey day of the town of Spadra, the head of the town had a very handsome and incredible son. He fell in love with that native girl there. Now, I am unsure how or when she arrived nor why she was there. All that is mentioned next is that she is pregnant. Rumors are the son is the father. Culture dictates a very large NO NO. Now, again, we have no idea if it was love, if it was rape, if it was something else...no clue. We do know that according to the talks of tribes, it was a rape by intimidation and that is why she ended up dead. Unsure whether this was murder or otherwise, we can only assume knowing the mindset of the times. She goes to give birth and the town head, his son and the doctor are the only three people who know the truth as well as the dead girl. She dies giving birth. The twins die too. Seems that is the turning point for the town becoming weirdly isolated and their decline. The twins are buried but unhallowed ground. Their mother...close but on hallowed ground. I go to get council from the Chumash Tribe elders. They say that is to keep the spirits apart. I find that unfair. I am not protestant so I am not about to bless the land of the twins. So I do a blessing on her grave and theirs in their native tradition. Ok. So now I must return. The fear is now within a reason of understanding. My Return So we return. This time, I bring my alchemy kit and I bring a few more people. So, this now a mission of mercy to spirits. I do the blessings. Everyone is doing their investigations. I get called over as the silence hit again in every spot but the founder. I walk over. A strange mist comes up from the ground. Well, in fairness, the temperature dropped and the ground was still warm and moisture was setting in. Explainable...fully. Then there is a sonic boom. I look for planes. I look for people. I look for a train. I look for anything. I look for the birds to fly. Nothing. It happens again. It is coming from the same place as the mist. I place a meter on the ground. Perhaps this is our answer...a fault line. Nothing. Boom. Meter...NOTHING. I decide that we should probably wrap up as I may have just pissed off a very evil and angry disembodied spirit with my actions. What you must know about me. I have two injured knees from the military and I have a TBI that causes my hands to move. No it's not parkinsons...was tested. No it's not schizophrenia...was tested. No it's not drugs...I am not an addict. It is a simple nerve problem that the VA is chalking up as a combo of chemical exposure, the TBI and another injury. So I do not move fast. I do not feel fear really and I do not react to hysteria nor do I move fast. Did I mention, I do not move fast?! That moment I did. I ran past one team member. All you can hear on her recorder...me yelling RUN as I pass...so it sounds more like rrrrRRUNNnnnn At the same moment, she is commenting Wow, it just got really creepy like peaceful. BOOM on the recorder. Then she begins to run. The rest of the team is already alerted by their own feelings and machines and have begun to move towards the exit. Did I mention that the cemetery is behind railroad tracks. Now, this is like midnight and suddenly a train comes. It locks us into the cemetery. If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would be rolling my eyes at this moment in the blog. The mist was creeping down the road. I looked at the Chumash elder and said...hmm....kinda Stephen King, no?! He screams at me...NOT FUNNY, JYMIE. I laugh. At the same time, him and I start running sacred circles and King Solomon blessings. The damn train stops. Locking us completely in. We say...FUCK THAT and we all climb through and under the damn train. We get to our cars and we calm ourselves. 7 of us left the cemetery. 7 kids were entering with a case of beer. The train leaves. I am loading the equipment into my 67 Mustang. A car I rebuilt with my own hands. I get in and the car refuses to start. My basic 1967 electrical system is going berserk. Not a good sign. We hear the another train. What? At this time? Another one? Not usual. Not on the time schedule either. We think...Oh no, the kids. Suddenly, one kid returns shaking. Pale. stuttering. Calling 911. No idea what happened. I jumped my car forward by continually starting it in neutral. I pass the cemetery gates and my car starts.

Oh...the Sights My Eyes Have Seen....

19 years in the nations oldest store...not JUST the oldest but located in Hollywood CA. Oh the sites I have seen...oh the stories I have to tell. Heart of Hollywood. 7 days a week at one point...no less than 5 at other times. Some of the best times, some of the most trying times but I enjoyed owning Panpipes Magickal Marketplace. Let me tell you one...gather round and listen close....this story takes place in the summer at Panpipes in Hollywood, CA. It was a Saturday afternoon, how do i know this? Because my interns were in. I will use nicknames... lex Luther and beeker had opened the Shoppe that day. They were my Saturday interns. I had run errands before coming in so it was around 1 pm. I walk in and saw a customer leaning over the tarot case by the formulary. I did not take great notice. I saw Lex's face as I smiled at her. Her eyeswere went big and she smirked. Looked straight at the girl at the counter. I winked and she gave the..."nooooo....take a better look" look. I took a better look at the girl. Dark curly hair. 70's headband. 70's tank top. Short shorts. Long socks. Sneakers. Exactly what you think when you think roller girl circa 1970. I have a "am I missing something?"expression. Lex tilts head and wide eyed looks at me again. I look closer again....oh lord... Between the legs the girl's penis has fallen out of the shorts. I about died trying to hold a straight face. She continues to bend over the counter and the penis swings to and fro. I walk fully into the store. Come around the counter to save my interns. I ask "how may I help you?". She replies "I lost my demon." Holding it together I say/ask "good?!?" She looks me in the face. Her eyebrows are done by a marker, sharpie I presume, and way up on her forehead so she looks startled. She stands up. Tucks her junk and continues while I die of hysterics inside "I just got out of jail and when I was there, I got scared and prayed to Jesus. My demon left." I said/asked "sorry?!?!" She gets annoyed and turns with hands on hips, eyebrows in full sharpie startled mode and screams at me "I miss my Fucking demon. I miss the smell of my burning flesh." I apologized and asked how could help. She replied "you would not know. The demon is Gaelic." Now, I am not only an alchemist and Occultist, I am a well studied demonologist...so interest peaked as I know not of trueto Gaelic demons who smell lightning flesh...I invite her to try me. She look at me and says "you would not know. It speaks Gaelic and I know Gaelic" So did one of my great grandmothers...I do not...but I would recognize...so I say "do you now?" She says "yes. I will prove it." She walks over to my cat and says (now roll your T's here to fully understand) " Kittttttty Catttttt" She looks at me and says "that is Gaelic for kitty cat" I stand there nodding trying to hold myself together...my interns have both dived into my office to control their laughter. I apologize for doubting her, tell her I cannot help as I am just not that knowledgeable and wish her luck with the biodegradable will soon smell her flesh burning again. Proud to have stumped me, she left.

The Haunting of Utica Ave...True Story by Jymie Darling

The Haunting of Utica Ave by Jymie Darling

Everyone has that one thing that begins a life obsession with something obscure. When asked “why do you investigate hauntings?” I have never really thought of why. When asked “what made you become a demonologist?” I have never really thought of why. When asked “what is your obsession with demons that you would dedicate your life to investigating, working and understanding such entities?” I have never really thought of why. Why do I? Every obsession has a story line, a beginning. Especially demons. This is mine…. When I was young, must have been around 12 years old (give or take a year…remember…I have a damn brain injury from the military and I cannot remember exact dates…usually off by a year), I went to a summer camp with the local park in Whittier, CA called Mayberry. I grew up around the corner from there. When I returned, my mom had moved in a boyfriend that I had never met. Yaaay! Not yaay at that time…I was shit to him but he is my dad now for more than 35 years and I love him deeply. He had not moved in completely. So one evening it was dusk and summer, my mom told me to go help him grab some more of his stuff from his old house. His house was on Utica and not far from us…maybe 7 minutes. I rolled my eyes and said “if I hafta”. I had to.

We pull up to the house.

This is actually been rebuilt. They built a new house but left the foundation. The house is whatever. I look across the street and I recognize a school friend from St Gregory the Great (my catholic grade school), Janine Carver. I run over and say HEY. Her mom comes out and says hello. Asks what I was doing there. I said…ah..new boyfriend in the house and helping him grab stuff. There is an old man on the corner out watering his yard. Everyone calls him Penguin. He waddles. He has the nicest yard on the block. Just astounding green. Loretta laughs and says that he loves that lawn more than God. Pop yells at me to come help. Loretta stops me and says that her cat is having kittens, do I want one? I find this my moment to play the new guy. I scream over….when her cat is done, can I have one of the kittens? PLEASE??? He says of course! I say bye and run over to the house. I enter the house. No one is there. It smells bad. Really bad. Each few steps is a new and more horrible smell. I ask “Something die?” He shakes his head and keeps walking back to his room. A few more steps and the house goes cold in that spot. A few more steps and it is hot again. Each step a smell of death and rotten something…eggs? Food? Dead rats? My mind goes..awesome and he is moving in with us. Each few steps is a cold spot that makes me shiver. I cannot understand this. Even as a kid, I had a very logical mind…a very scientific mind and a math based understanding of things. That did not make me very popular at all but being a volleyball team 1st string player helped. None of this makes any sense to me. I look for the venting system. None. I shrug and move on to his room. He is at his closet grabbing things. Down the hall is another room with a padlock on it. I notice his had a padlock too. Roommate? He said we were there alone. That he lived alone. He turns and asks me if I want to see a neat trick. I shrug. Sure. He takes his watch which he states is his dad’s watch and places it on the top shelf. Near the edge at the front. He closes the door. Smiles at me and says “Get the watch.” I sigh and walk over, I reach up..the watch is gone. He lifts me up. The watch is at the very back of the shelf. I ask him how he does that and he smiles. Sets me down and closes the door. Opens it immediately. The watch is back at the front but to the left. He lifts me back up. I check for strings. It is wood. I move the watch by my hand…sliding it. It makes a sound on the wood. I push on the shelf. It does not move. He sets me down and chuckles. In the corner a bottle catches my eyes. It is a sparkletts water bottle. The big 5 gallon ones. At this time, they are glass. Now why does it catch me eye? The nuns had just showed me a physics trick of pressure breakage. Theirs was with an egg and a cup. One cup with an egg on it and one without. Each hit on the side with a small hammer. One broke outwards. One broke inwards. Pressure explosion. His bottle was also broken out on the side. Only his broke outwards and there was not a seal on top for pressure. I asked him “What happened?” He says “Oh. No idea. Everyday it breaks a little more. Why?” I say “There is no seal tho.” He shrugs and continues packing. The glass is perfectly lined on the outside of the bottle. Exactly 1 inch in width and exactly 1 inch from the bottle. Lined perfect. I place my hand inside the bottle and wipe the bottom…nothing but dust. Makes zero sense to what I had just learned that day. I turn to argue the impossibility of the physics when a machete leaning against the wall catches my eye and my attention. Now the following happens and I have a ZERO recall of it but overheard him later telling this to my mom: “She went over to the machete. Picked it up. Asked me if it was sharp. I told her it really was not all that sharp. Pretty dull actually. Toby, her face changed and she said in a voice that was not hers…I did not ask you if you could slice your wrists with it, I asked you if I swung it hard enough would it cut your head off. Toby, I told her that I guess so and she shrieked at me to get it the FUCK OUT OF THIS HOUSE.” I remember seeing the machete. I remember that suddenly I was putting it back against the wall and he was diving to snatch it up. I could not understand his problem. He looked pale. He said he had packed enough and it was time to leave. We left the room and he padlocked it. In the hallway, I walked over to the other room. Again…no memory. Only what I overheard him telling my mom later: “She walked over to the other room. Put her hands on it. Looked at me and screamed WHY ARE YOU HERE? RUN! OH I AM DEAD! RUN!” I remember walking to the hallway and turning on a light. There was a black velvet oil painting of some 70’s rocker playing a guitar. Eric Clapton, I believe. May not have been. All I know is that something about that picture scared the living hell out of me. I turned to him and begged to leave now. He said…yes. We started to move through the living room. I became frozen in my spot. I looked back at the painting. He left the house. The door slammed shut. I screamed. He had hanging candles…I know…so 1970. They began to swing wildly. The curtains were violently swinging. I am screaming but frozen in spot. The house smells like sweet but death. It is cold. So cold. I can hear him screaming outside “NO! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! NO!!! LEAVE HER ALONE!! GODDAMMIT!! LEAVE HER ALONE!!” Suddenly, everything stops swinging. The door opens. I run towards him. I grab the back of his levi’s and tear the pocket off pulling him with me. Takes hours to calm me down. HOURS. My family never again speaks of this night….but it does not end there…. So a little time goes by. The cat gives birth. I pick mine. I name Mai Tai. I overhear my mom talking to Janine's mom. She is noticing a change in Janine. And the people that moved into the house are weird. She says that they claimed to be Catholics but when Janine went over with a cross to welcome them to the neighborhood, they screamed: "Get that cross out of here! Are you crazy? Do you know what they will do with a cross in here?" I looked across the street. Their blinds were crooked and closed. It was weird because my dad's blinds were always crooked in there too. He said that he could never make them close straight. I have to wait for the kitten to be weaned. My mom and I leave. The neighborhood seems odd. People seem to be odd and staring at us...almost creepy like. I think nothing of it and focus on when I can get my kitten and how cute my kitten is. I go to school and I see Janine but she is becoming more and more distant and cold towards me. But it is the start of volleyball season and I am preoccupied with practice and games and such. Then one day, I am at practice and Coach Merlin comes up and tells me that Principal Mayor wants me up at her office. I leave the court and go see Mrs. Mayor. She tells me that I am suspended from the team pending an investigation into my actions towards Janine. I ask what did I do? She looks at me and says: "You know full well what you did to her and when we prove it, you are expelled. I am so disappointed in one of my athletes and honor roll students." I sit in the office as they called my mom. Janine is in the other room. I yell out at her "What do you think I did to you?" Her mom walks in, hugs me and steps into the principal's office. They are in there for a bit. My mom shows up and glares at me. She slaps my head as she goes into the office while giving me the "I am going to kill your ass when I get out of here" look. The coach comes in and asks me what is up. I am in tears and shrugging. She goes into the office. Janine's mom exits and hugs me again. She grabs Janine and they leave. My coach comes out, hugs me and says she will see me down the hill for the last part of practice. My mom comes to the door and tells me to come in. My mom hugs me and apologizes. The principal apologizes. My mom tells me to run along to practice. After practice, my mom is waiting for me in the car. I get in. She explains that Janine had told everyone that she got pregnant by some boy and then ran to the principal and blamed me for starting the rumor. I asked why me? Why would she do that? Are we not friends anymore? My mom explains that her mom and dad are getting divorced. He had an affair with a neighbor and Janine is lashing out but I need to stay clear of her to avoid trouble. A few weeks go by and Loretta calls my mom in hysterics. She says that we have to come get my kitten right this second as she is fleeing for her life. My mom and I jump in the car and rush over. I grab my kitten. Penguin is out there in his yard. His yard is all dirt and he is pouring gasoline all over the ground. The people from across the street had fled in the night, leaving the house opened and half their stuff behind. Janine's dad is ranting in the street that he does not know why he cheated and he is sorry. My mom asks Loretta where will she go? Loretta answers...I do not know. I will call you when I am there and safe tho. I look at Janine, she glaring at me. My mom and I go to leave, the neighbors have begun to gather around the house on the yard. They are just glaring at Loretta. My mom tosses me and the kitten into the car. As we pull away, I hear some woman say to Loretta "You are the last one standing. You are the only one left. You can save....." and then we were too far to hear the rest. I asked my mom what just happened. My mom said "you need to forget it and never go back to that street again...YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" I nodded and held onto my kitten. Later, I learned that the entire neighborhood suddenly began having affairs with each other. Penguin went insane and set his dirt lawn on fire. Janine and her mom were in East LA and then they disappeared. That was not the last time I went to the neighborhood and each return becomes more bizarre but not quite as frightening. You will notice...penguin's place still is a dirt lawn.

Pagan Day Festival

LOS ANGELES’ LARGEST PAGAN DAY FESTIVAL OF ANCIENT RELIGIONS Celebrating Ancient Religions with World Peace Violin created by UN Rev Peter McCollum and played by famous Bob Dylan violinist Scarlet Rivera This event is a tolerance festival that focuses on the Ancient Religions. With Shopping at over 50 vendors, Rituals, Workshops, Film Screenings, Authors, Lectures, Art Show, Ancient Altar Presentations and an attendance expected to be in the thousands. It is an open to the public event that is free to attend the main festival activities with nighttime ticketed events. General Public is welcomed and Press is warmly received. This year, we have UN member, Rev Patrick McCollum with the UN recognized Peace Symbol, his World Peace Violin played by Bob Dylan’s violinist and renown activist, Scarlet Rivera with both workshops and rituals. This year’s focus is on world peace and turning the hatred and self righteous anger into inner peace to ripple forth into the world. We are also honored with the presence of television personalities and world famous Mediums and Spirit Artists, Michael and Marti Parry. The Violin will travel from the festival to NYC to open on the main stage for the Post 9/11 ceremony and then to Auschwitz to play for healing at their opening.

The festival is September 10 -11, 2016 10am – 5pm Burbank Ca Burbank Marriott Hotel, 2500 N. Hollywood Way, Burbank CA Free to the main festival $15 for Masquerade Ball $35 for Michael and Marti Parry Gallery The Pagan Day Festival was the first festival in Los Angeles to include all religions, both Pagans and Mainstream and the first festival to invite the general public to come and educate themselves in a fun and wonderful setting. Since 1999, the festival has been received incredibly by news cameras, reporters, writers and AP photographers and independent writers in hundreds of press articles. We were the first festival to be acknowledged by the city and received proclamations from Los Angeles and West Hollywood acknowledging the ancient religions and our festival. This year, our focus shifted to work with Rev Patrick McCollum from the UN, the first openly Pagan UN member, to promote healing and peace in a world that has been filled with too much hatred from the elections to the recent police activity. About Pagan Day Fest. Pagan Day Festival is the largest tolerance festival in Los Angeles, CA. We started in 1999 and had to take a slight hiatus due to health problems of our coordinator, Rev. Jymie Darling, world renown occultist with over 200 articles written on her and television personality as well as movies. Now we are back and bigger than ever! We were the first and only festival to extend our hands out to EVERY philosophy and theology. http://www.facebook.com/pagandayfest andhttp://www.pagandayfest.com

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Pacific Circle Revival

Incredible weekend coming up. June 23rd through the 26th brings the Pacific Circle Revival.

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Babylon Gardens Apothecary will be attending…but there is so much more happening and a lot great activities.

I will be doing a few things…first and foremost…of course #babylongardensapothecary will be there with our fantastic attar blends and ancient alchemy items by myself, master alchemist #jymiedarling

On Friday, at 10 am, I am teaching a kids (or anybody) Understanding Animals. What can they teach us and how do we center ourselves to connect.

At 5pm, I teach a children’s wand making class. Creating from what we find plus crystals and more!!

At 8pm, during the dinner break….I have a special treat. Come over to our tent for a taste testing menu of alchemically correct food. Understand how the planets work together and enjoy some of the recipes in my new cookbook.

On Saturday, at 1pm, I will be teaching the Unfolding of the Self with Qabala, Tree of Life and Alchemy.

During the day, I will be signing all my books including….two new books…Alchemy Encyclopedia for Magickal Herbs with the proper planetary crosses and the Cooking with Alchemy cookbook.

On Friday and Saturday, I will also be signing copies of my new tarot deck as well as handing out free mini readings with the deck.

Saturday, during dinner break…another taste testing of alchemy cooking and a special Vodou food game!!! Very Baron…

So join me as I unveil Darling Tarot, 2 new books…and a food tasting party.

There will be other surprises as well!!!

The Darling Tarot

The Master Process ($500): 1. The first step is I cut out the parchment paper. I soak the paper in essential oils and exotic attars to charge the parchment 2. After the parchmenht dries. I sketch each card out with the basic idea and then fine tune it with symbolism. 3. I spray the cards with a light mist of another charging blend of oils. 4. I place the cards into a bowl of powdered frankincense, myrrh and nutmeg. 5. I begin the process of painting with pigment style paints. These are made with crushed stones, roots, leaves, petals, barks, etc. The agent to create the paint is an egg tempura blend. 6. Each base color is made and then blended together to create the standout colors. 7. Each card is created with the ancient definition of talisman magick. "a true talisman is created when the creator sits down to create the talisman with only one focus in mind. That focus is the job of talisman. The creator works without distraction of a single other thought from start to finish of that talisman." 8. The cards are then outlined in the gold. 9. The cards are then once again charged on the back side with oils to the meaning of the card. 10. The backing cards are a heavy poster board that is blessed with oils and then dried in herbs. Painted with pigment. Charged to simple clarity. 11. The cards and boards are sealed with a Dammar resin sealer. 12. The backs are painted with the gold. Sealed with the sigil of the deck and then with the dammar. 13. The final step is the sides being oiled with each meaning of the cards for the majors and the minors are then oiled to the element and planets. Gold edged. Dammar sealed. From there the box is then worked. Wooden box with an engraved and then burned sigil of the deck. The box is oiled with essential blends for clarity, success and protection. Stained. Sealed. Each master deck is then lovingly wrapped in a silk cloth and placed in the box with the instruction booklet. Each instruction book is hand written in Indian Ink on parchment paper with a specific to each different deck.

A Dilemma of the Belief by Jymie Darling

I saw this today and it gave me pause. Mainly because of the questions it was asking. And the seemingly lack of answers in their mind.

Actually there are laws.. No doubt No fear No guilt No harm Each is defined by the individual and by the actual motive and precise moment. Never practice what you fear. Never practice what you doubt will work or is just Never practice what will cause guilt. Never practice what will harm (justice is not harm) Problem is that most people are not classically trained and never learn the elder laws of magick. Lying is not necessarily covered...but it's effects are. Sex is not necessarily covered but it's effects are. Murder, rape, etc...all covered.

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Myths of Symbolism with Jymie Darling

• Jymie Darling
• 2d ago
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Myths of the Symbols Baphomet

The Baphomet dates back to the Knights Templar. To completely understand the Baphomet, one must understand the story of the Knights Templar first. The Knights Templar was an order of warrior monks officially founded in 1118 by Hugues de Payns after the successful campaign to recapture the holy city of Jerusalem. They were originally known as the “poor Knights of the Temple of Solomon” and their stated purpose was to protect Christian travelers to the Holy Land. The Catholic Church at the Council of Troyes officially sanctioned them in 1128. The Knights Templar received the support of St Bernard of Clairvaux, who was commissioned to write their “Rule” or their guide to their religious practices, which included their mission statement.

The organization was known for begin ferocious battle and it acquired, primarily through donations, vast holdings of land all over Europe, particularly in France. It also accumulated enormous wealth during the time of the crusades.

On Friday, October 13, 1307, following a lengthy series of events, the bailiffs of King Phillip IV of France (also known as Phillip the Fair), entered the Templars’ main sanctuary known as the Commanderies and captured, without a hint of struggle or protest “all” of the Knights Templar. They were imprisoned, tortured and forced to “confess” to a list of heresies and perversions. This is also how Friday the 13th became unlucky.

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Animal Totems Part One with Jymie Darling

• Jymie Darling
• 2d ago
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Totems. Especially animal totems. Everyone believes that you only have one and that they are some sort of life time thing. But that is not true. I have taught this for over 15 years and with the help of several tribe members.

There is an animal as a group that is constantly in your life. This is called a life totem. It is meant to teach you the greater lesson in life. It some group that is near and dear to the heart and you usually see as the pet in the family. Without it, you seem lost. It is because it is a constant lesson for an entire lifetime. There is a group of animals that show up and you see constantly for some reason. Such as a sudden appearance of crows that become noticeable in a disturbing manner. That is your path guide. You path guide changes and appears when it is important to the moment to learn something from them. Then there is your personal animal guide. That becomes a specific animal. They may not stay in your life in the same ROLE but they stay in your life. They come in with a drastic change and impact. They prep us for something. They teach us our wings. They step down when they have travelled all they can with us but they never go away. Sometimes they grow with us for a lifetime and stay in that role. Sometimes, they have to take a step back so you can continue to grow. They know. We do not. They understand. We sometimes find it hard to understand. They never leave us. They just change their role. It hurts our hearts. It fills theirs. The pain goes away when we realize it is not sorrow to either but a simple change. Like a parent watching a child grow up and change. You are the child. Alligator: Know when it is time to lay low and conceal yourself until the exact right moment. Flying under the radar is the best way for you to get what you want right now. Stay stealth and examine the situation before action. Ant: Are you following when you should be leading? Maybe it’s time to find a new direction and forget your current path. Are simply following the pack that serves someone else and not you? Is your hard work to serve you? Perhaps now is the time for you to change to serving the self. Break from the colony and use your work to create your own colony! Antelope:
Take a leap of faith and go ahead with what you have been thinking. Follow your instincts and move with confidence and move quickly. It is time for you trust in your instinct and move towards it quickly. However, always remain watchful. Do not move with your head in the clouds. Keep watchful of all that is around you and question anyone that seems to be stalking in the sidelines. Badger: Don’t give up easily. You are going to have to be more persistent and more patient. You own time and your own pace. Slow and steady is winning your race right now. Stay grounded. Stay realistic but let your star shine. It is time for you to rise above the rest. To truly shine. Trust and faith in yourself is a must. Bat: Know that part of this process you are currently going through is connected to your dreams coming true. It is a time for you to trust in your other senses. Seeing is not always believing. Do not trust what you see or what others are trying to show you. Trust in other senses including intuition. Stay stealth. Fly in the night towards your goals. Meditate and learn to develop other senses. Bear: Be clear about where your boundaries are. Stand your ground. You have the need to nurture those around you right now. Free those around you from fear. Figure out if they are in a moment of problems and help them. Figure out if you are hiding from fears right now. Bears teach confidence and strength. To lose fears that are not useful to you and are holding you back right now. Come out of your cave and roar. more animals coming in other blogs….I have so many things happening right now that I can only dedicated a few moments a day to teaching here. But I promise more soon!!! No later than tomorrow! Maybe later today!

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How They Disappeared: A Reading List

• Emily Perper
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Disappearance takes many forms. It can be self-imposed (going off the grid), a medical metaphor (dementia, amnesia or Alzheimer’s) or an act of violence (kidnapping, murder, conspiracy).

Last week, Longreads brought you Grace Rubenstein’s “The Vanishing: What Happened to the Thousands Still Missing in Mexico?” This week, I wanted to share five more stories about what it means to disappear—either against your will or by your own volition.

1. “On Vanishing.” (Lynn Casteel Harper, Catapult, April 2016)

What does it mean to vanish well? This is the crux of Lynn Casteel Harper’s essay on “self-disappearance.” She brings in discussion of assisted suicide, Alzheimer’s disease, seances, and shame. It is, to put it frankly, one of the finest essays I’ve ever had the pleasure to read. I look forward to Harper’s upcoming book, from which “On Vanishing” is excerpted.

2. “The Savior of the World Watched as These Trans Women Disappeared.” (J. Lester Feder & Nicola Chávez Courtright, BuzzFeed, December 2015) 3. “A Super Strange True Love Story: My Disappearing Fiancé.” (Annalisa Merelli, Narratively, June 2015) 4. “Ghost Boat.” (Eric Reidy, Medium, October 2015) 5. “Disappearing Dad Disorder.” (Alexandra Kleeman, Electric Literature, August 2015)

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Incredible Days of the Dead

• Jymie Darling
• 3d ago
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Recovering from an incredible time at The Days of the Dead Show in Burbank CA. If you ever have a chance, meet these wonderful people! So much fun was had!

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The Top 5 Longreads of the Week

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1. Grieving In America, Rebuilding In Nigeria

Reggie Ugwu | BuzzFeed | April 2, 2016 | 40 minutes (10,230 words)

2. The Reckoning 3. Mother for Hire 4. Low Stakes Forever 5. Dave Morton Is Quitting Everest. Maybe. (It’s Complicated.)

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HTTPS Everywhere: Encryption for All WordPress.com Sites

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Today we are excited to announce free HTTPS for all custom domains hosted on WordPress.com. This brings the security and performance of modern encryption to every blog and website we host.

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As the EFF points out as part of their Encrypt the Web initiative, strong encryption protects our users in various ways, including defending against surveillance of content and communications, cookie theft, account hijacking, and other web security flaws.

Web encryption provides more than security

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Curses and Hexes…the doomsday Psychics by Jymie Darling

• Jymie Darling
• 3h ago
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How to spot a snake oil Psychic

by Jymie Darling

There is an immense trend that has been happening and it is disturbing. In the last 20+ years that I have been in this community with 19 years spent on the floor in the Nation’s Oldest Occult Store, I have seen thieving like no other.

Cursed. Hexed.

So many people go to psychics. So many psychics tell people that they are cursed and hexed. That they have been cursed by an enemy or better yet, your family line is cursed and it has spread to you.

Stop!

99% of you are not cursed. 99% of you have not been hexed. It is a joke. It is a game. 99% of you are having a bad cycle. A bad cycle is different than a curse. A bad cycle is a cycle of events that are happening to you that seems like a curse but in reality, it is a lesson that you are suppose to learn from and it is a hard lesson. When you do not learn that lesson, it becomes a worse cycle each time. It feels like a demon. It feels like a curse. It is NOT. You might want it to be.

Why would you want it to be a curse? Because it is usually easier to believe that is something outside of you. It is much harder to face the self. To face our actions. To see our faults. To learn our lessons so that we can move forward.

The Game.

Now, you go into a psychic. They do not survive off of the $10, $25 or $50. They would have to do so many a day to make rent, insurance, utilities, paychecks, etc. So the next level game happens.

You go in. They play on your fears. They play on your doubts. They play to your wishes and desires.

Advice is free but that does not pay the bills. To truly cleanse yourself is extremely easy. It truly is. You do not need ‘the game’. But what is the game?

You need a special candle. It is only ($50 – $1000). You need me to do a special blessing. It is only ($100 – $5000). You need a special cleansing. It is only ($100-$4000). You only need to see me (2x – 5x) a week.

The Reality.

The reality is that the local psychics would buy those ‘special’ candles from stores such as mine. And they did. It is only $10 or less. A salt bath is usually what is needed. Salt. Any salt. Every salt. Want one made alchemically correct? $6. Want an oil for clarity and to move forward? It is only $8 to $15. That is it. It is that simple. Seriously that simple.

The reality of this entire game is that you are not cursed. You are not hexed. You are in a bad cycle. You can tear yourself out of the cycle for $15 max for an item or a whopping…drum roll please…$31 for a package of bath salts, candle and oil.

Keep in mind…that is all you need. In reality for the bad cycle, you need not spend an arm and a leg to get out of that cycle. You need to simply have clarity in the cycle.

P.S. There is also a phenom known as the Voodoo Curse to us in the occult. That is: If I tell you that you are cursed, you make yourself cursed. No one has to do a thing to you. Curses are 99% not real. That is the dirty little secret of the occult and the major plotline in Hollywood.

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