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My tale is a modern taste, a sampling of old-world magic. It wasn’t a story in a movie or taken from an exotic novel but one that I never imagined in a million years, that I would be telling. Even though I come from Gypsy blood, sometimes I have let me guard down and this is where this story begins. As a professional dancer, I knew better than to drop my guard but then, dancing for large crowds comes at a price especially when misunderstandings amongst dance friends takes a turn for the worst. (Before I go further, I want to interject here, that I was as healthy as a horse before this incident occurred.) I lived in Texas at the time and loved that there were so many restaurants to dance at, in so many different locations. I was one of the lucky dancers because I performed four nights a week. As an entertainer, it doesn’t get much better than that. If you aren’t dancing, you are dreaming of dancing. We become the symbol of the eternal circle of dance.
On this infamous evening, I was preparing for my show and thinking more about my music, my veil work and my drum solo, which is normal for dancers in my genre. I had just started performing at this Persian restaurant and really loved the atmosphere. I found everybody friendly and when I would go out and perform, the audience would clap, dance along with me and express their enthusiasm with a zaghareet (a high pitched sound made with their tongues.) On this particular night, I was a bit anxious but then, I was usually nervous before I went on stage so I just thought it was nerves. There was a larger than normal crowd because of the Persian New Year celebrations happening around town. This meant everyone was in a partying mood ready for the dancing to begin. The announcer called my name and cheers and yelling could be heard from the crowd. The evening, which started with me twirling onto stage, amongst smiles, clapping and dancing, ended with me slowly seeing double, sweating profusely as if I had a high fever, fatigued beyond belief so much so that I had to end my show early, run to the bathroom because I had something strange coming out of my nose. (Read the next paragraph at your own discretion. It’s kind of explicit.) I was bent over the wash basin with a substance coming out of my nose that resembled mucus but was much thicker and it was coming out of my nose like a running faucet. At first, I thought I was going to have to call an ambulance because I was so weak, almost passing out but after 15 minutes, the mucus in my nose started to subside and I just lay down on the bathroom floor. The manager knocked on the door, worried about me but I couldn’t answer. After about 10 minutes, I got up off the floor, opened the door and the look on the manager’s face was one of shock. He said, ”You look terrible! Go home!” Something strange had come over my body and from that moment on; I became a very sick woman.
I felt as if something was inside me, eating me from the inside out. To be more specific, it was as if, I had some parasite in me that was feasting on my insides. My skin turned yellow in color within a few days and the slightest touch upon my skin was pure agony. My dreams were dark and dismal. This was so unusual for me because I was a vivid dreamer and could remember my dreams in detail. A particular dream repeated itself, with me being stuck in an old house, not knowing which direction to go, only to find that each door I ran to and tried to open, was locked. My boyfriend at the time wanted to take me to the hospital but I knew instinctively that something else was amiss. My intuition was on high alert and I knew that if I didn’t get the kind of help that I truly felt I needed, that I had only a few weeks to live. I asked my boyfriend to call my mentor, Vee who was an African Priestess in Albuquerque, NM. As soon as he got a hold of her, she stated that she was coming out immediately, the next day. The next day, he picked her up at the airport and brought her to our guest bedroom where I was sleeping because I couldn’t handle even the slightest touch or movement from anyone. Vee looked at me and started to chant as she lighted incense and sage. My room was filled with the mist and smoke swirling around each other and it was the first time I could literally breathe a sigh of relief. Vee made a horrible concoction made from different tea leaves that she brought with her. She insisted that I drink the stinky stuff, so
I immediately declined but when Vee put her hands on her hips; I knew she was going to get it down my throat one way or another so I held my breath, and drank it down, gagging a little here and there. What happened next, shocked me! She then pointed a finger at me and started to reprimand me for not protecting myself. I lay in bed feeling half dead and she was berating me for over an hour. I knew she was right but I also knew that this was something that was way beyond me. I had no clue what happened and even more confusing was why someone would want to do this to me. Vee showed me how to keep myself safe and we went over prayers, incantations, and meditations. She saw that my insides looked like a web and that something had torn it apart. More tea was in store for me along with spirit baths and sacred oils being rubbed all over me. She stayed a little over a week but before she left, she told me something unbelievable that I would have to do. Vee said it was evident that a Dark Witch had cursed me and that I would have to go and find out who she was and confront her! My eyes popped out of my head and my mouth dropped to the floor as I emphatically said, “No!” Vee got in my face, pointed her long finger at me and made it clear that I had no choice. She said she couldn’t guarantee that this Dark Witch wouldn’t try this again. She said, I was lucky this time but what happens if there is a next time? I knew that the one place to begin was back at the restaurant. I begrudgingly agreed with her, but I was scared out of my mind. Vee, knew I was scared so she made me a wonderful smelling fragrance of special oils, adding a secret and unique oil from her former mentor to keep me safe. I was to wear the oils whenever I danced and especially when I confronted the Dark Witch. Within two weeks, I was back, ready to dance again, a little wiser and wearier for the wear. But I have to tell you, I had no idea how I was supposed to find this Dark Witch.
It’s not like they advertise what they do and I knew they hid in plain sight just out of reach in the shadows. But as luck would have it, I didn’t have to look too far. Sometimes, when people do things they don’t feel good about, they tend to try to get it off their chest. As chance would have it, a dance friend, one that I considered a very good friend, confided in me, telling me that she had a Persian Witch put a curse on someone… I know I had that deer caught in the headlights look on my face for a few moments. I then gained my composer and asked her, why on earth would she do that to someone? She said she was told by a tarot card reader, (whom she didn’t know well) that a dark-haired woman was very jealous of her and was trying to destroy her dance career. The funny thing was, more than half the dancers in our area had dark hair. So I asked her if she had a better description of this woman who had it in for her? She said, no. I just looked at her for a few minutes, my mind racing a mile a minute in bewilderment and then I asked her, who this Persian Witch was. She said she hung out at the new restaurant we were dancing at and I asked her to point her out to me the next time she saw her. So without my dance friend knowing it, she was going to lead me right to this Persian Witch and with this knowledge, a feeling of dread washed over me like a tidal wave. As far as my dance friend’s confession goes, after that, I couldn’t help but be very cautious around her but in the back of my mind, I always wondered why she thought it was me, the tarot card reader was talking about. That hurt the most.
The following weekend, we were both scheduled to dance and I knew I had to gather up all the courage I could muster up and prepare to confront this Persian Witch. I was a nervous wreck all week leading up to the weekend and when Friday finally came around, all I knew was that I didn’t want to get out of bed. I stayed under the covers until late morning but finally decided to do my meditations and focus on a positive outcome, not the one I feared. Adrenaline does some interesting things to people, especially when they are scared. In regards to me, I flap my invisible wings like a hummingbird and I end up looking like I’m on steroids for dancers. By the time I drove up to the restaurant, I was exhausted, hyperventilating and I thought my heart was going to pop out of my chest. I was shaky when I got out of the car and I felt like I was walking on noodles instead of legs. Once I was inside and in the back dressing room, my dance friend came up to me and said, “She’s here.”
As fate would have it, I was scheduled to go on first which in the long run was for the best. I quickly got dressed in my dance costume, found my dance friend and asked her to point the Persian Witch out to me. When she did, my fears were confirmed. As if she was sitting within her own court, people were gathered all around her like she was royalty. She was very exotic looking, almost 6 feet tall with a Sophia Loren look to her. She looked like she had a cape on and with all the gold she was wearing, she looked like a Persian Queen. She looked over at us and had a very surprised look on her face. She didn’t expect to see me there or to see my friend and me together. My friend waved at her and so did I. After my show, I changed clothes, put on an extra dose of the special oil, Vee made for me and I ventured out to meet this Persian Witch, face to face. I walked towards her table and she waved for me to come and sit down. It was strange because, in one way, I felt honored to be sitting at her table and yet in another way I knew that she was dangerous and tried to hurt me. “You look well.” She said.
“I was really sick a few weeks ago but I was lucky to have some help in getting better,” I said. She looked surprised and asked me who helped me. I said matter of factly, “My mentor, an African Priestess.” It was interesting how she reacted because she looked me over from head to toe for a really long time without saying a word. The silence was very uncomfortable, so much so that I was just about ready to get up and leave when she said, “I think I was mistaken.” If that was an apology, I will never know but one thing I do know for sure, that evening I confronted the Persian Witch and lived to tell the tale. I didn’t get in her face. It wasn’t about that, it was about me saying, “I’m here and I’m healed.”
After that, on the weekends to follow, she always invited me to sit at her table and without hesitation, I joined her. But the strange thing was, my dance friend never joined us. I asked her to come to sit with us, but she always declined. In the end, the Persian Witch and I had a mutual understanding for each other.
Interestingly enough, weeks later, she told me, “If you ever need my help, just ask.” I told her likewise.“I have learned over the years, that when one’s mind is made up, this diminishes the fear; knowing what must be done, does away with fear.” Rosa Parks
We had heard about this Old Stone structure ( Witches Castle ) in the City Park in Portland. We ventured off over a week ago to see this site for ourselves.
The story goes in the mid-1800s, a man named Mr. D Balch bought a large portion of land around the area while Portland was still in the process of being developed. It was a big enough region, that he had to hire help to clear the area, so he hired a man named Mortimer Stump, who lived in the cabin on the property.
As time went on, Stump and Balch’s daughter Anna, fell in love, and eventually, Stump asked Balch for his Anna’s hand in marriage. Balch refused, resulting in Stump and Anna threatening to elope. Balch became enraged and told Stump that he would murder him if they married. But the couple didn’t listen to the warning and decided to elope in November of 1858.
A few weeks after, Stump and Anna came back to the cabin, and in a fury, Balch shot Stump in the head and killed him. Balch was arrested and he was executed in mid-October of 1859, which became the first legal execution in Oregon.
The Log Cabin was abandoned and the 1950’s Park Service built the stone structure in its place for Ranger offices and visitor restrooms. In the ’60s, it was abandoned by the park service and after that, it has been used as a gathering place (partying and drinking) for teens from around the area and they gave it its name “Witches Castle”.
Rainbow being an empath, did pick up some interesting energy there. Note she declined to walk in or on the upper levels of the structure. making me a little nervous because I highly respect her psychic abilities. As I was climbing all over the structure taking pictures, I did catch an entity hanging out in the lower level of the stone structure. I didn’t feel threatened at the time.
Rainbow felt that there were Dark and Light ceremonies performed there over the years and maybe some type of sacrifices, probably small animal types. The Light Ceremonies were in Pagan nature, honoring Mother Earth. She also felt that portals were opened during certain ceremonies, and closed. This would keep other entities from using the portal to enter this realm and cause havoc.
If you decide to go the Upper Macleay Parking area it’s about a ¾ mile hike from there to the stone house – Witches Castle. If you start from the Pittman Mansion parking lot and go down to it, it’s quite a hard hike back up, as we found out first hand.
Sleep Tight – and let your dreams carry you to happy places
Music can be a powerful magic and because of this, I believe frequency arranging waves can truly change the masses. It’s been long since it has happened to me. But a lady from Tottenham England has turned the music world upside down. But I would not be writing about this on this Weblog if there was not a little paranormal connection.
The people of the Sidhe — the fairy lore of the British Isles, carried a powerful magic. These tall thin almost transparent beings with their music and their song would draw the humans from miles away. The story goes, listen to just one song and you would be changed forever. Listen to more than one song and you would never leave their realm and you would be their slaves forever. The Sidhe had voices and lyrics that would rip at the core of your soul. For the ones who got away from the Sidhe, this unique sound would never leave them, it was embedded into the fabric of the mind.
I believe there are people today in the UK, including Ireland who carry still this music Magic, and they have the ability to belt it out. Today its control over humans is a bit mellower, but still a beautiful powerful sound, one person said it this way “it was like being in a wind tunnel the voice just hitting me, it was truly incredible”.
The Singer I am speaking of is “Adele” winner of 6 Grammy Awards on Feb.12th 2012. Listen to the magic, the music of the Glen and of the Sidhe.
Adele I truly believe is a distance product of the Sidhe, and for some reason they (the Sidhe) have left our realm, but they left something wonderful behind. And now another amazing album called 21 by Adelle continues way of the ancient mystical Celts and their understanding of raising and lower vibrations as it resynchs and realigns the mind core.
Sleep tight- as you will dream — “Rolling in the Deep”
What would be the ultimate gain for any entity visiting this planet? Think about it, a visitor’s frequency wouldn’t last long or be capable of enduring the earth’s dominant resonance. Figuring out how to stay here for long periods of time would be the ultimate goal and since most of humanity isn’t worried about being a target, the dark agenda could hover, waiting without the concern of being found out. If humanity isn’t looking for a problem, they won’t see it coming until it’s too late. This is the underlining ulterior motive for such entities because a surprise attack coming out of the blue, usually works the best.
I have often wondered about the Archangels and the role they play in our lives. Are they figments of the imagination, written as a hope for humanity or have people really seen them through out history. I ask this question not out of jest but more for contemplative reasons. Personally, I can attest I have seen Archangel Michael not once but three times as an adult. I wasn’t near death or having an out of body experience. I wasn’t on drugs, or hallucinating, it was three times in my life where I had to make a choice. As a child I believe he came to me but I’m not sure how many times or the circumstances.
Archangel Michael has a different aura about him, he doesn’t allow for second guessing, he comes with a mission and then leaves without a second glance. To me, it was never a, did I really just see him kind of thing; it was sitting back and wondering why he took the time to visit me.
I thought he would be accompanied by more pomp and circumstance but that obviously is for humans, and our desire to one up our importance from each other. I saw his sword, the look in his eyes that didn’t always seem friendly but overtly stern. There was one thing about him that will always stay with me, as much as he was to the point of his mission, he always brought the essence, that smell of Heaven, the all encompassing hope that my soul recognized immediately. I think this is how people can tell the difference between negative entities, demons or Angels. It’s the soul recognition that tells us who is who. If people are disconnected from their souls, how can they possibly know what lurks or stands before them. I have to say, for the hell and damnation types to automatically call anything that shows itself to them or anybody else, a demon, is just about as ridiculous as it sounds. People who live in fear quickly point fingers and assume so much based on their disconnect from themselves and God.
Below the light, the darkness hides and when it comes out, it is because it is invited by those who claim it as their creed, the decadence of their soul that brands them for eternity. These humans are the ones that play with fire and sometimes get consumed by it but the important and necessary message here is because such humans partake in the dark realm rituals, the portals are constantly open and the hovering observers gain entry without having to cross the earth’s borders in disguise. The dark agenda welcomes these entities or demons or whoever else chooses to make their presence known. This is humanities greatest battle because it’s not just good versus evil or light versus dark but tangible entities and demons who take no prisoners and truly seem to devour the soul, claiming it as theirs.
Are demons really so angry at our creation? How many stories are there in religious books about the fallen angels or the Nephilim that state that they rebelled against God because of us? Scholars and theologians write about this ancient war regarding human beings based on our creation by God, and being made in his image. Why would the fallen angels become so jealous and what changed their view on God, thus judging humans so harshly? Are we being told the whole story? If not, where is the rest of the story?
What if humanity could read minds, foresee the impulses of dysfunctional people, whisper in people’s heads the answers to their problems, and find solutions for every environmental problem humankind could ever face? If so, would such entities or demons bother coming here? Would the Angels have an easier time guiding us and would we see them more often than not? Isn’t this really becoming more of our reality then we think? The problem arises based on, if we are gaining a strong foothold on reality by ourselves as a species or if something else is manipulating our existence. Can we ever be a step ahead of the dark agenda?
The dark agenda plays all hands and reads all cards. As humans we can have the upper hand based on just one thing, the ascension of our soul. All we really need to do is reconnect with our higher source, the divinity within. By doing this, we would understand antiquated time, even into the earth’s primordial beginnings. This would be a great advantage when fighting such an archaic entity because if humans can remember time as it was recorded on this planet, we would see how the games were played and understand the dark agenda’s strategy. Humanity would have the upper hand and the ill-fated disappearances of children and their perverse rituals of death, would no longer be the blemish and disgrace of our reality. Innocence is the purest form of God which makes it such an appealing target. The worst and most evil message sent to human kind, is taking the life of innocence and placing the blame on the shoulders of divinity because of a begrudging vendetta.
We have to think about the corrupted souls walking amongst us. A friendly smile, pleasant conversation and the appearance of decency is a preferred cover for darkness. The phrase, “Don’t judge a book by its cover,” can have a very complicated and confusing meaning. The soul can’t be deceived once it recognizes the intent and essence of any entity or being it encounters. But title and assumed respectability with the proper etiquette can confuse and place doubt within the mind of any person. Ultimately, the soul has to be the one in charge so that it can pull apart the onion of deception. Once human beings can recognize who they are looking at, these entities or demons won’t be able to hide, they can’t hover, waiting to attack anyone because people will know who they are and where they reside.
We hold the key to illumination in our hands because we have both the light and dark within us. The dark night is just as much apart of us as the light of the day. We are the mysterious, hushed breakthrough, the quiet reflection of the cosmos that allows the shimmering stars to sparkle. Because of this, darkness can’t devour itself or anything apart of it. Darkness can alienate the light from itself but even this action requires an acknowledgement of the existence of light within it.
We can shed light on the dark void with the understanding that we know who we are and where we come from, ultimately knowing that all along God isn’t just around us, but in us. Our souls aren’t for sale; they are the sustenance of divinity from the breath of God. Heaven has always been in us and remembering our heritage is the best way to bring out the light and vindication, by making no apology for our place in the Universe. We can stand strong with the Archangels making our choice known, becoming apart of the battle instead of being the source of its contention.
The shapeshifters of today, can either be a dark witch or a noble healer. The dark witch, manifests his or her skill by the dark arts and by enticing the animalistic qualities or the spiritual significance of the darkness and the silent and ominous shadows. The shaman that has animal totems as assistants, calls upon their gifts and insight, invoking their compassionate and healing qualities to help humankind. The two are polar opposites of each other, so consequently for every curse there is a cure.
My personal view of shapeshifters is that they carry on the traits of their animal totems but they usually don’t turn into them. There are exceptions of course but they are not so much shapeshifting in its normal sense but more morphing due to black magic that alters the physical form. In order to have this happen, possession would have to take place and the obvious sign of this is selling of ones soul in order to gain unusual abilities that are not usually associated with humans.
There are numerous photos and many stories told of shamans who wear the skin of their animal totem. In many cases this allows for the various strengths of the animal to come forth and assist with the desired outcome of specific ceremonies or prayer. There are those who wear the skin of their animal totem for darker reasons, this is usually done for a negative impression, left for those who oppose their way of life. Bottom line, it’s a in your face, don’t mess with me message. A good rule of thumb, is to never pick up a hitch hiker on known roads where dark shapeshifters are known to reside and to keep your eyes ahead on the road when you drive by. Eye to eye contact is where the subliminal messages start to happen and where the emotions start to waver for unknown reasons.
The differences between shapeshifters and skinwalkers, even though the obvious assumption is that they are very similar, can be confusing. A shapeshifter is more like a sorcerer of old, connecting with the elements and nature, procuring a friendship and alliance. The question arises, regarding who a shapeshifter chooses to align themselves with. The answer makes clear the difference between a shapeshifter and skinwalker because one will become a puppet master and the other, the puppet being controlled or the creature born from elemental traits that are not human related.
Another question that arises, is what is the difference between a dark witch and a shapeshifter? This is a good question and one that I have actually asked various friends in the know about. No one seems to really know what the difference is but I think I might have an idea that I will share with you.
A dark witch has an agenda that is usually in the dark realm of possession and ritual so they tend to live in an environment they perpetuate over and over again through out their lives. Endless curses and spells cast onto people, eventually take a toll on a witch’s sanity, leading them into a weird type of lunacy that eventually causes their own demise. Darkness begets darkness thus resulting in a its own karmic debt. Dark witches do work with the elements but I have always found in most cases that a dark witch has an ego a mile long and they are not willing to share the lime light. This means they ultimately use others as a means to gain power and control for themselves. Eventually, the shadows become a jail sentence with the dark witch confined and wallowing within their own curses and spells.
A shapeshifter has a broader scope and understanding of the elements and how to use them to their benefit. They usually invoke the help of the elements understanding their relationship with nature. From research and interviews, I have found that it’s not uncommon for some Native American families have both, light and dark relations as apart of their family dynamics. The homebody itself can become a very intense fight for the light and dark quandary, opposing each other. Interestingly enough, the light and dark aspects of life are opposite sides of the same coin. Most Native American families understand the characteristics of both sides and because of this; shapeshifting and witchcraft have very different uses and incentives depending on which side of the coin is being used. As each side opposes each other other, they create a dichotomy that embellishes the details of each individual practitioner.
I’ve been thinking back to my Taos years and I think the closest I came to a dark shapeshifter was when I rented a round house with a friend of mine close by where my grandmother used to live. We drove by the house thinking it would make a great practice and dance studio besides a great meditation space. It was hidden from a dirt road by trees and brush so it was very secluded. As we were to find out quickly, the round house had a dark and haunted energy to it in the daytime, almost taking on an ominous and foreboding atmosphere as the encroaching evening slowly crept up on us. The woman who owned the house had a huge alter against a wall in the center room which was used as a kitchen and dining room combination. Dead birds with needles in them and other small creatures were apart of her alter. Her instructions were made very clear to us in a note that she left, stating that we could not touch her alter or move anything from its place.
When I rented the house with my friend, I had no idea the alter was going to be there but my friend did, unfortunately she didn’t feel the need to tell me about it because she thought it was cool. I had a problem with it from the get go and I made my feelings known. The alter itself, took a really bizarre house to begin with, right into another Friday the 13th movie sequel. I had the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach about the house but unfortunately my friend didn’t. Our so called landlady had decided to leave a day ahead of schedule without telling us. Keys, detailed notes and silence greeted us as we stood in the middle room back to back. The reality of the situation finally hit when the noises started to get louder. My friend looked scared and I was terrified!
Our first and only night at the house was dealing with constant banging and creaking from the roof and side of the walls. The top floor was where the beds were, so we decided it was best to stay up there together, incase anything happened. We put two twin beds on one side of the room and decided it was best to leave all our clothes and belongings in our bags for fear that if something happened, we could leave quickly without missing a beat.
Eventually sleep finally came for both of us but only after enduring rattling and banging noises from all around the house which was enough to make a person go insane. Unfortunately our reprieve was short lived because out of the blue and without warning, a bird began to loudly squawk inside a pipe that led from the outside to a cast-iron stove by the wall, across from us. It almost seemed like it was trying to go through the pipe in order to get into the room where we were at. We both sat up, awakened by the horrible noise it was making and put our hands to our ears. Then, as quickly as it had come… everything went still and the noise was totally gone. It was as if we had woken up right in the middle of a nightmare. Strangely as we were sitting up in our beds, we could smell the odor of soggy dirt and yet we couldn’t tell from which direction it was coming from. It was like the smell of a dark and dingy cave that had a fungusy smell to it along with the dank air. It stayed with us the rest of the night so I put my sleeping bag over my head hoping morning would come quickly so I wouldn’t have to breath in the damp air for too much longer.
Sunrise was a joyous relief and as soon as we could see daylight peering over the mountain, we were up and ready to get the heck out of there. It was still quite dark outside but once we could hear the birds singing, we knew we had survived the night. We walked down the steps to the kitchen area and immediately stopped in our tracks. We saw that several of the birds on the alter had been moved from their original positions from the night before. To appease the landlady, we decided to put most of them back in their original positions. For some odd reason that I still can’t figure out to this day, I looked behind me and saw a beautiful bird with a yellow crest on it, laying on its side in a an old fashioned glass cabinet. It had a needle through its heart and for some strange reason unbeknownst to me, I knew that the bird’s spirit was kept hostage in the house. Against my friend’s advice, I took the bird outside and took the needle out of its chest and laid it down by a tree so it could be back with its natural surroundings. When I walked back into the house, it felt like I was immediately surrounded by a deafening sound of birds shrieking in my head. I suddenly realized that each and every bird that was kept on that alter was stuck in that house, its spirit trapped by the landlady. I wanted to free all the birds but my friend argued that I would implicate her with me if I did. I knew at that point that the landlady was definitely a dark practitioner and yet I wasn’t sure if she was a dark witch or dark shapeshifter, but I also felt a responsibility to the birds. I decided that I would come back in a few days and free all the birds myself, never telling my friend what I was going to do.
I had to muster up all my bravado three days later when I drove back to the house. Even though it was a beautiful day, I was petrified of the house. As I drove up to the house,the most horrific feeling washed over me. I had to sit in my truck and try to get ahold of myself. I finally got out of my truck and walked up to the front door. I heard noises inside, yet I knew nobody was home. I unlocked the front door and the door creaked open slowly. It was at that very moment, that I knew the landlady knew what I was going to do. I could feel she was waiting for me, wanting me to walk into the house. I told no one I was going over there so it would have been days if not weeks before anyone would know where I was. I heard a growl from inside that sounded really close to the door so I grabbed the doorknob and closed the door; locking it quickly and I high tailed it out of there. I drove away like a bat out of hell and didn’t go back … at least not alone. Interestingly, my friend never went back to the house … period after the first night. She told me she was afraid of the house and left me her key along with dealing with the landlady when she came back. I hated the fact that the birds were held captive in that house but on my own, it was too dangerous to do anything. I couldn’t get help because as strange as it sounded, people didn’t believe me.
The landlady ended up coming back a month sooner then planned and I once more, headed back to her house, keys in hand and a resolute attitude to free the birds. She was a young woman with brown hair and a slight build. I could tell from the moment our eyes made contact that she knew; I knew what she was doing. The only thing she said to me was that I had no right to take her bird outside. She said it was sacred and dear to her and that it wasn’t my place to decide what was best for it. I told her it was inhumane to do what she had done to the bird in the first place, and that I knew I did the right thing. We stood squaring off at each other for a few seconds. I stood my ground inside a dark shapeshifter’s house and she for a few minutes thought she had the upper hand. My upper hand came walking in the door; a good friend visiting from out of town, named Phil. He was a Cajun from Louisiana and a body builder who worked at a state penitentiary in Houston plus he knew a lot about witches and dark magic. She looked at him with a surprised look on her face. I walked toward the door where he was standing and turned around to look at her. She seemed really old at that moment and very agitated by Phil’s presence. I told her that eventually nature would be knocking at her door and when that day came, pay back would be a bitch. We walked away and at that very moment, it seemed like all the birds around us in the trees started talking at the same time, I thought they were all saying, way to go!
Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw an unusually big, black dog. He looked ferocious and I knew at that moment, we had just seconds to run back to the truck!