I collect 'haunted' artifacts. I think it started with an antique sax. Or it could have started when I dreamt of a little boy dying in a fire. I followed the instructions in my dream and found a scorched frame with his picture in it. Most recently, it began again with a 'haunted' 1/3 ct diamond someone gave me because they were scared of it. I mean, if someone offered you bling out of fear, would you take it? I mean, it was a win-win situation. She was happy to be rid of something I welcomed.
People give me their creepy jewelry, dolls, drawings, books, photos, and on one occasion a 1920s era radio. Some of them have energy, others don't. Once in a while descendants of a deceased practicing witch will send me all of their relative's jewelry in a charging box just to be free of the items. It scares them. It's easy to find entire communities of paranormal investigators and collectors online.
Most witches are said to have lockets in which they cast all of their spells. They, then, right those spells in a book of shadows in order to keep track of them so that they can reverse them if necessary. The lockets are said to be incredibly lucky. I do have a few. My favorite has a picture of a puppy in it. I was expecting a black cat but, hey, that would have been stereotypical now.
The worst thing I ever received was a ring with a note from a lady claiming that the ring had the spirit of her deceased aunt on it. I didn't feel anything from it. I guess it made her feel better knowing that it would go to someone who would care for it.
The best thing I've ever received, well that is hard to say. I do have funky bracelet that was said to bring men to women. It's brass. It's vintage. It's pretty... but once a daughter's boyfriend hit on me in front of my ex and sent me a filthy message on FB, I put it away...for good!
There is a Djinn ring that makes me dream of the Bible and Koran. I'll dream of every sin I commit and want to make amends. That's a fun one to have as I find myself praying compulsively when I wear it. If someone could conjure an Islamic spirit, I guess it would be hyper-religious. I do have quite a disdain for the wars we wage in the middle-east and have found myself speaking out against them in several occasions since acquiring the piece. Maybe it has something to do with it?
I'm also an INFJ...maybe it has nothing to do with my constant b!tching about our unfair gov't. I don't know.
Maybe, on second thought, I like the holy water the most.
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My house appears to be haunted as well. House guests often complain about doorhandles which move on their own, doors which fling open on their own, TVs and radios turn themselves off and on (unless I unplug them), I've had people leave after seeing alleged ghostly men in the back yard, and they complain about the temperature.
The first time people complained, I ran out and bought a ton of co2 detectors thinking something in the house was making them hallucinate. Nothing stopped.
On the hottest day in the summer, you will need a jacket in this house. There is no air conditioning, yet I often have to wear a sweater in August. In the dead of winter, one will find it warmer to go outside than to stay in the house.
Now whenever something bad happens to a person I connected to maternal side of the family, the music boxes go off on their own. I always know to start calling my relative chain the moment those things start playing.
Life can be crazy here.
Now, usually, the spirits like peace and quiet. They like religious worship. The like classical music and they like spiritual activity. They don't mind missionaries. They like frankincense and myrrh. The house usually smells like Christmas when I clean up my ex's messes. When I don't, the house smells like butt crack.
Today was weird.
A couple of Jehovah Witnesses came to the door. The moment the door was answered, they began preaching, asking very prying questions about our family and giving off a creepy vibe.
The music boxes started going off all by themselves.
The visitors quickly left.
Sometimes it is good to live in a haunted house.
Every day in this house is Halloween.
Maybe I'll tell you my adventures with a nasty thought I had while holding one of the bizarre wishing rings. I think it came true. I'll probably share it with on Día de los Muertos and let you be the judge. In my house, I've learned only to think positive thoughts.
Life is weird.
Love ya,
S.
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