I carry darkness within me. It is the shadow of my former sins and cravings, a shadow magnified by the presence of something other...
Welcome to the teachings of Sir Swithin Swift, I am a man who found enlightenment in India and returned to share this blissful liberation with Albion’s children.
Any who are new to these teachings should consult my previous posts which form an account of an investigation into a haunted house, carried out by this author and some assistants in a Northern English town during the summer 2010.
The cellar was the focal point of the haunting at the Magazine’s Hotel, an eighteenth century inn on the Wirral coast. Accompanying a nervous bar-maid down into that space, I found that my presence and the trace of the haunting from St Hilary’s, magnified the intensity of the haunting.
‘Normally it’s just a creepy feeling, or the sound of something moving, like its been knocked over,’ the bar maid said once we had emerged from that space, ‘it’s never been that bad, I’ll never go down there again.’
I am not prepared to go into detail on the particular manifestations which we experienced, however the girl was not in anyway harmed and the damage committed was minimal. I can confirm that there are several spirits residing at the hotel however there was something that had never been human which also lurked there.
What is significant is the means by which I overcame this apparition, initially in the cellar and then finally one night whilst on the promenade when it reappeared to me.
It was not only through intense meditation and invocation of the gods, but also through the instinctive projection of the chakras outward (chakras are the sacred centres within the subtle body through which the Kundalini – the divinity within – rises and falls).
Whilst investigating the house at St Hilary’s, I had thought little about the chakra imagery which arose during my trance state. I assumed the chakra was merely being employed. What I now understand was that I wasn’t just working with the chakras but I was entering them...
At the time I believed, not unreasonably, that it was my personal chakras into which I was passing. Now, I know differently.
As the manifestations raged in the cellar, I invoked the Celestial Goddess whose presence rests within us as the Kundalini.
She announced Her presence with a rumble that set the tangible world shivering like it was a reflection in a pool; the surrounding stone and wood became shadows under sunlight, and soon they were lost under the pool and its delicate gold (emblematic of the Muladhara chakra, in which the Goddess resides before she has been invited into full realisation).
A white illumination spilled around until I passed unto it. Whilst in this trance state, two human bones became evident. I have no doubt now that they remain under the stones of the cellar floor and what I perceived was a subtle impression of them – a haunting if you like. As the psychic eruption burst tangibly around the cellar, within my moon-wrought body, I raised the bones – one of the thigh the other of the upper arm – and formed a cross parallel to the ceiling.
The visionary pool was below me and I might have stood within it, as wisps of mists rose from the water’s shifting gold.
This vapour gathered around the bones and then billowed up into swaying clouds in which I witnessed the bare feet of one who moved above me. I saw the contours of a body, pushing through the contours of the cloud and delineated by scored brands of light. In an instant it was as if I were alongside this being, holding a skull which hung, among many, on a vine of unearthly blooms around Her neck.
Looking upward, into the source of this glow, was to look into the face of the Goddess, the Shakti unbound and unveiled and I departed from my self as if on wings of flame...
... in the house I had channelled the spirit through the brahma within, into the universal Brahma...
...here, I willed the darkness from the physical cellar upward and I rose upon it, riding its swelling crest; the necklace of the Goddess slipped below me and the burning contours of Her face formed in my mind, until I were level with Her gaze and the apparition which had migrated into my trance, settled into the blank spaces between the shining contours of her celestial self.
In this visionary state the disturbances in the physical world were ‘laid’ and the barmaid and I were able to exit the cellar. The young lady was nearly hysterical and it was fortunate that the other gentlemen who had been present had descended, drawn by the noise, to witness myself in trance and the young lady assailed by an unseen force.
I reassured all that the presence was now ‘laid’ within the pub and that there should be nothing more than an eerie atmosphere about the place.
Once the bar manager had been informed of the events, he was alas, less than grateful and I decided to find another lodging.
(Not entirely true, he was barred. I was there when the manager exploded at him, screaming, ‘you wind the regulars up, you buy a half and fall asleep, when you are awake you rant away...piss off and take your bloody ghosts with yer!’ All of which was true, ed., sorry, ‘typist’ - see previous posts for this to make sense, as if anything does on this blog!)
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