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Bill Fienning Special user 635 Posts |
The Ceremony of the Rock is a Brother Shadow idea (and product). Contact Shadow (Carl Herron) Broshad@aol.com if you are interested.
If you want to merge the runes with the Odin story, read up on it. Versions are probably available on the web. Odin hung in the World Ash, Yggdrasil, for 9 nights to discover the runes. The term "hung" here does not mean by his neck. Rather, he is usually depicted as cradled by his arms in the branches of the tree.
Bill Fienning
"It's More than Tricks" |
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Sir T Special user 535 Posts |
Hey Bill,
The Ceremony of the Rock is a Brother Shadow idea... would that be the one have Seance will travel? I have his catalogue and do not see any other listed. Kevin |
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MOTO42 Loyal user Whitehouse Texas 225 Posts |
I read a version in which he hung upside down in the tree, so the blood would rush to his head.
"One man's miracle is another man's warm-up"
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ptbeast Special user Oregon 831 Posts |
First, I would like to thank everyone for all the quality responses. Many of them really got the juices flowing.
Second, I apologize for not replying sooner. I recently opened a new office, and magick has - temporarily at least - taken a back seat. Third, I want to thank kaytracy for his idea. I am borrowing the method if not the exact effect. Lastly, below you will find a rough draft of what I am considering doing. I would love any and all feedback and suggestions, negative and positive. I wanted to do something really big, but have decided - as is to often the case - that maybe here too less is more. There are really two stories here, and the first has been posted before, so if it seems familiar just fast forward. WARNING: this is fairly long. I have been here before you know. The fact is, many years ago I used to live here. You find that strange? I suppose it was. But what a better time for a strange story? The time is 1978. The place is a rambling ranch-style house in middle class suburbia. Two car garage. Big yard. Green grass. The American dream… or nightmare. You see, this house held a dark secret. Not ghosts or goblins, though some will tell you that they were there too. No, the dark secret in this house was drugs. And child abuse. Not physical abuse, not usually at least. The parent in this household, a single mother, had turned to drugs and alcohol to cope with life. It helped her live in her own reality, and created a new reality for her children. There were long nights of sleep deprivation while being told how they had ruined her life and how much of a disappointment they were. There were many other nights when they were simply home alone. While there always seemed to be enough money for cigarettes, and booze, and drugs, sometimes food got overlooked. The kids were left to fend for themselves and did the best they could. At one point this single mother became desperate for money. She wanted a change. To move to a new place. To start over. She schemed and plotted with her boyfriend, and they came up with a plan. Arson! They would burn down the rambling ranch house and collect the insurance money. So, on July 4th, 1978 they packed up the kids and took a little trip. What was about to happen was not kept a secret from the children, though I doubt that the youngest – a little girl of 8 – really understood what was happening. Favorite belongings – a bicycle, a bow and arrow, a doll were left behind. It had to look real you understand. Everything must stay behind. A few days later, they were allowed to enter the remains of the house. The arsonist knew his craft well. Whatever accelerant he had chosen had caused the house to burn quickly and hot. Everything was black. Not just covered with soot and ash, but charred. As the eldest of the children walked into his sister’s room, the last to explore, a chill went down his spine and a tear down his cheek. The damage was equally as extensive here. Every inch of wall, ceiling, and floor that was visible was charred. Except for on the little girls bed. Right in the middle. A circle. A perfect circle. About three feet across it was. And as fresh and new and clean as it had been when the little girl had gotten up to make her bed for that last time. No ash. No soot. No smoke or water damage. And perfectly in the center of that circle, as if within some hidden ring of protection, lay the girls favorite doll. This scene was etched into the mind of that 14 year old boy. He still gets a shiver when he thinks about it. What did it mean? Was it divine intervention? A miracle? A protective spirit? A wall put up by the girl herself? I will leave that to those smarter than I. But that was how my mother, brother, sister, and I came to find ourselves homeless for a time. Not totally destitute you understand. There was money from the insurance company. My mother bought a travel trailer and moved us here. To this very park. It was a strange summer. I didn’t like my mother’s boyfriend, and I had plenty of room to roam. I spent many hours wandering through these woods and watching the river flow by. One day a large group of people, with several trailers rolled in. They were a tight group and didn’t spend much time speaking to anyone else. Eventually I learned who they were. Gypsies! Real, live Gypsies. I didn’t know that there were still gypsies in 20th century America, but now I had met them… or at least I was about to. The Gypsies, or ‘Travelers’ as they called themselves had a reputation for stealing. I found that reputation is not entirely undeserved. See there was this girl that I had been flirting with and one of the Traveler’s took her bike. Just walked up, took it, and claimed it for his own. Well, with all the puffery appropriate for a 13 year-old boy I decided to go into the gypsy camp and take the bike back. As you may well imagine a fight ensued. When we were pulled apart, a strange old lady said that she wanted to speak to me. She led me over to a fire much like this one. She stared at the fire for awhile and tossed some powder into the fire *** Do the same (non dairy creamer)*** It seemed as if she was searching for something in the flickering flames. Finally, she began to speak. There are strange creatures in these woods. I can feel them. The people native to these woods called them Wendingo. But they didn’t understand their true nature. Oh, you have seen these creatures in movies, heard tales about them, but you don’t understand their true nature either. I am talking about werewolves!” I didn’t know whether to laugh or run. Laughing didn’t seem an option. She was serious! So I sat quietly, spellbound, listening to her story. These creatures are not people who have been bitten by wolves, or were born on Christmas eve. These are men who have been cursed for their evil deeds. As a gypsy, she knew about curses. She said she felt something about me, not a curse, but a certain sadness and tragedy about my life. Given recent events I was shocked. How could she know? She took several small flat stones from her pocket. They looked much like these *** Show stones*** She examined them closely and placed them on the edge of the fire. She looked me in the eye and continued. The creatures, these werewolves are drawn to those who are in pain. Like you. You are in danger! She pointed at the stones. On one of them there was now a very visible pattern. A pentagram. She gingerly picked it up and handed it to me. She told me that was the sign of the beast. The werewolf! It meant that someone would soon be a victim of the beast. She brought out a strange velvet bag with a pentagram on it. She poured the contents into her hand. It contained a number of small white stones, and one black one. ***Show contents of bag*** “Quickly, reach in and choose a stone. Wrap your hand around it, but don’t look at it. ***Allow several people to draw a stone*** Let us pray that the stone is white. Otherwise… Each of you, please open your hands ***ALL stones are black*** What can this mean!?! There should only be one black stone. Strange magicks are at work here. Stay close together as I finish my tale and take care as you venture back to your tents. Anyway, the old traveler told me to wear a strand of wolfsbane around my neck and the creature’s wrath would be deflected. You don’t happen to have any do you? ***Put on wolfsbane necklace*** I wouldn’t worry. It is all just superstition. As you can see, nothing happened to me. Simply a scary tale to frighten a young boy. Nothing more. The boy that I had fought with disappeared that night, but I am sure that he just ran away… ***Howling heard off in the distance. Crashing heard in nearby brush*** ***Perhaps a few strange, large tracks will be found in the area later as well*** |
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kaytracy Inner circle Central California 1793 Posts |
ooOOooooo I like it,...a lot, Well done! I bet they do not get a wink of sleep all night!
Kay and Tory
www.Bizarremagick.com |
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Reg Rozee Special user Vancouver, Canada 592 Posts |
Well done! Great backstory, great atmosphere— any possibility of having a confederate in the group that would be "missing" in the morning? You might want to take a little extra "wolfsbane" with you, just in case someone is really desperate for some...
-Reg {*}
Reality is what doesn't go away when you stop believing in it. -Phillip K. Dick
Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes? -Chico Marx |
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WVMAGIC New user 55 Posts |
I think that THE WEB is a great outdoors trick. You will get a scream out of someone for sure and it is very easy to do. I hope that you have fun no matter what you do.
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ALEXANDRE Inner circle 3024 Posts |
Docc Hilford has some nice things you can do around a campfire, and my booklets would help, but they're not yet available for retail ... soon though, at a store near you.
"PKTouches" by Banachek is a great one. Good luck, let us know.
HERE'S A SECRET ...
http://www.lybrary.com/mystic-alexandre-m-354.html |
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bluemagic Loyal user 271 Posts |
Any more ideas for this year?
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Lo Pan Special user Haven't slept in weeks - but I now have 769 Posts |
I think that the H4unted D0ll by Rogue would make an ideal fireside effect. Its small and light which makes it perfect to pack for a trip, also its made of sticks so it fits into the whole woodsy thing. Once you start playing with it all sorts of spooky ideas come to mind - Im sure you could use it to enhance an epic chilling campfire story.
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ptbeast Special user Oregon 831 Posts |
Funny, I wandered away from the Café for a long while. I log back in and what do I find active? A thread that I started over 10 years ago.
Becasue of the limitations that I mentioned earlier in this thread, I have found that very simple magic with a strong story works best around the campfire. Pendulum, Haunted Key, Okito Doll (or Haunted Doll as Lo Pan recommended), etc. I do a great routine with a locket that changes its picture during the story that has played well in that environment as well. The old campfire 'tricks' are still hard to beat as well. Probably the best reaction I ever got was to tell a story, get everyone focused on the fire, and simply toss a large rock into the brush outside the circle. I would love to hear what other ideas members have to sahre on this old thread! |
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galerius Loyal user Piemontese Alps ( Northwestern Italy ) 245 Posts |
Do you already know this Bigfoot story ?
http://www.bigfootencounters.com/classics/bauman.htm I read it years ago ( in an italian translation ) and found it very frightening...telling it - and making opportune noises as suggested by Covernton years ago - could be effective. |
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Lo Pan Special user Haven't slept in weeks - but I now have 769 Posts |
[quote]On Jun 19, 2014, ptbeast wrote:
Funny, I wandered away from the Café for a long while. I log back in and what do I find active? A thread that I started over 10 years ago. Its nice to see you posting again ptbeast! I have enjoyed reading your posts for some time now as I explore the history of this dark realm. |
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