Friday, September 16, 2022

The Problem with Witchcraft...

Midnight Mormons did a series of episodes where they visited Moon's Rare Books in Provo. It's a cool little store that I've been to a couple times. Before the pandemic Reid Moon was in his store, in the back room, and my Mom and I got to go back there, along with other costumers, and see some of the things in the vaults. Marie Antoinette's bible was a highlight. And Reid let my Mom and I hold in our palms the prototype for the ring, the one ring to rule them all, from the Lord of the Rings movies. So, so cool.

Back to the videos. In one episode Reid Moon brought out books on Witchcraft and demons, books from around the 1500's or so that started the witch trials and caused so many problems. Sad, crazy stuff. But it got me thinking and remembering...

There's a chance I'm somehow related to Nathaniel Ingersoll (1632 - 1718) who's tavern/home the first Salem witch trial was going to be held, the famous one with Sarah Good and all that. His children on many websites say they're unknown, but distant family keep stating that Sarah Ingersoll, who married James Emerson, is Nathaniel's daughter. I don't know. I don't want the connection, so the lack of proof is good with me. Then I found he might be a great uncle, but I lost that reference, so that might not be true. Okay with that as well. The joys of family history!!!! Oh the ambiguities!!!

During that research time I did delve into the Salem Witch trials a little, and it's crazy stuff. There were a lot of politics, accusing people of witchcraft for personal gain. But could there be real playing around with dark forces? With the stuff I've witnessed, which I've never sought, I'll never rule out the possibility. And honestly, I personally think it's foolish to do so. 

Many years ago my aunt who practices Wicca and calls herself a white witch, brought my Grandma, another aunt, my Mom, and I to a witchcraft store in Salt Lake Valley. My aunt said she was taking us to a geology rock store, but didn't tell us what the store really was.

In one room there was a cafe and people doing tarot cards at tables. I didn't notice this fact, my Mom told me later along with my other aunt who verified. As observant as I am, I saw the people, but didn't see what they were doing. Honestly, I was being protected. There was a full wall of apothecary items in jars. Books on the subject, spells and other whatnots. I walked past the ouija board and didn't see it, that is until I was on the other side of the room near the check out as my aunt who took us there was buying something.

Many years before in High School at church girls camp, I met this girl who told me a story, relating an experience where her friends were playing ouija, but everytime she entered the room the board wouldn't work, so she wasn't allowed to be there.

When I noticed this board at the store, next to the entrance, there was a mother and daughter using it. The daughter was finished and it was the mothers turn, which is when I started watching. Everytime I watched it wouldn't move, and this mother was getting frustrated. When I looked at my family, away from the board, the pointer thing moved, then when I looked back it stopped. This happened several times until the mother exclaimed, "Why did it work for you? It's not working!" And they left.

Was there anything to all that? Was I the reason that board wasn't working? Is it just fun and games? Or is there something else at work? Something sinister?

About a decade ago my Dad got me this book on energy psychology, all about being happy, as a way to help me with my depression. He heard the author interviewed on Coast to Coast.  The book actually did help. There was this grounding breathing technique that did wonders. So I ordered another one of his books off Amazon. It was all about helping with moods and stuff while doing these tapping movements on the body. I got the book, had it in my car, and then it disappeared from my car when I got home. Looked everywhere, the book was nowhere to be found. Never made it inside the house, and never saw it again. I took the book out of the packaging, looked at it, and never saw it again. I don't lose books. I'm very careful with them. 

But then, a while later, I was watching magicians on You Tube. This one guy did freaky things, but this time he was simply having a few people stand next to eachother, eyes closed. He would touch one person and asked another person where they felt it, and the second person felt where the first person was touched. Meanwhile I noticed the magician was doing a tapping pattern on these people, and in the middle of the act he casually said it was black magic. I froze then, thinking of the book that disappeared, wondering if those body tapping techniques in that book was tied to black magic. Suddenly I was glad the book disappeared and I never got the chance to open it.

I got other little stories, but I personally think there are forces in this universe beyond sight. And I do believe there is a light and a dark.

Watching my Grandpa R do pendulum readings while visiting him made me realize how it was a replacement for prayer. Wanting to know what to do and what might happen is a replacement for faith. I realized while in my young 20's that I would always put the priesthood and the gift of the Holy Ghost first. I would rely on promptings and prayer. Satan has his imitation priesthood, and I want nothing to do with it. Is there a gray area in between? That I don't know. I'm relying on faith.

Sarah

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