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My great grandfather used to tell us this story when we were kids and it always made me afraid to be at their old house place. He said when he was a small child and he and his other 7 siblings were out in the fields helping with the family farm, his Mama would be at home tending to the housework and always made them lunch at the same time.
They lived in an old shotgun type house that was up on concrete blocks. roomy enough for kids to climb under and play there but by now mostly covered to block wind and cold air.It was many generations old.
His Mama was at the sink, knowing she was home alone, preparing lunch when se heard the sweetest little voice of a little girl calling out ,”Mama?” and she felt a tug on the side of her dress like she wanted to be picked up.
A bit unsure who it was or where they come from , Mama just looked down to see which one of her babies it was and when she looked down there was no one there. She stopped peeling her veggies and was drying her hands on her apron while looking all around the kitchen and there it says it again”Mama??” and she could SEE the hand imprint of something tugging at the hem of her dress! At the exact same time she was seeing this, her oldest son Dan was coming in the door and he was surprised to see Mama there looking down at a baby. Dan could see it but Mama could not. Mama gasp at the invisible baby pulling at her dress and let out a scream. Suddenly the house was filled with a loud babies cries and Dan watched as the baby just faded into the wooden floor . Both not knowing what to say listened as the babies cries came from underneath the old house now but seemed to move around.The crying stopped as his Papa and the whole family came walking in for lunch.Mama was so disturbed by it she sent them all under the house looking for a baby. Dan was the lst one out from under the house and he had something in his hand. He walked over to mama and told her that was all that he could find……a small little baby rattler from years gone by.

I would like to share with you a beautiful heart warming story. Unlike the chilling events from earlier years, this particular story is very spiritual and almost magical. Being a very special time of year, Mother’s Day weekend with the moon at her fullest, I believe this would be very appropriate.

My youngest daughter had moved very far away. I often thought of her and missing her of course; and praying for her safety and well being. It seemed as though when I would think of her a lot; I would hear from her. This one particular Saturday afternoon during the early spring, I received a call from her. She seemed full of despair and total unhappiness. She mentioned how upset being away from the family made her feel. Sharing all these emotions with me; I could actually feel her pitiful energies from over all those miles away.

I asked her if she would indulge me and accommodate me with a very special ceremony I needed to do. She said, “Of course mommy”. She called me that until her early twenties. I used to love that. She asked me what she needed to do.  I told her, all she had to do was go outside and look up at the full moon at a certain time, we were I few hours apart, and she had to picture my face up there. I told her how I was going to be wearing my hairstyle and also the beautiful earrings she had sent me. I didn’t know why I had to tell her how I was going to be styling my hair that night but I felt it was important, maybe even crucial. She agreed to this. This had to be done in perfect timing.

That evening, I went to the park, just before midnight. It was a beautiful warm night; I had offered what I needed to offer for my prayers. I looked up at the beautiful full moon and started to pray; I asked that beautiful moon to take all that pain my daughter was experiencing in her life’s journey; so far away and so alone. The unbearable hurt she was being subjective to and the abuse in that relationship, all her confusion and un-decisiveness, her feeling of being so all alone and unloved, and so terribly homesick.

During my prayers in that ceremony as I was looking up at that beautiful full moon, I was picturing my darling daughter’s face up there as well – it was then that I started to feel all those incredible emotions, my eyes filled with so many painful tears and memories of being lost, unwanted and unloved. Unable to contain myself at that point, feeling so overwhelmed, I could barely make out that beautiful moon as I neared the end of my ceremony. The last thing I had said was that if it was meant to be, please return my daughter safely to me.

As I turned away from the moon, and started back to my car, something stopped me, I know not what and I looked up again at that beautiful moon in all her glorious fullness. I saw my daughter’s face up there and I heard a soft voice whisper “I love you mommy”. As I turned away I realized it was her soft voice.

Upon reaching my apartment, I had to call my daughter. My housemate was home  waiting up for me; he said, “you have to be very careful with those full moon ceremonies”, I guess he was a little concerned on how I looked when I walked in. I looked quite spent, and very pale. I was actually feeling beside myself. I never ever quite felt like that before, ever in my life.

He quickly went to fetch me a hot cup of tea; I had to sort of catch my breathe; before I dialed my daughter. It was around 12:30 a.m, my time and 10:30 p.m. her time.

When I finally reached her, she was so excited. She said, “Oh mommy I was so worried earlier, I couldn’t see where the full moon was because of the overcast”. But she decided to keep trying to find it after she bought her stamps. All of a sudden as she was looking up; the clouds started to part and there in all her beautiful glory was that full moon. My daughter then told me, she started to picture my face up there – with those pewter earrings on and my special hair style. After a time she started to cry – but these were tears of joy and happiness. She told me she no longer felt terribly homesick and all alone. You see I had taken that from her. Those were all the painful emotions I brought home that night. I later told her what she said to that full moon as she looked up, before the clouds covered her again. I told her, she said “I love you Mommy” and she started to cry. Our full moon ceremony was affirmed, with the last little statement. She had told me that – that was exactly what she had said, verbatim.

A couple of months had passed and I was at the airport to see my beautiful daughter returning home. It was one of life’s many lessons, I’m sure a lot daughters experience. Prayers do get answered, with or without full moon ceremonies. All it takes is faith, hope and the power of prayer.

During full moon ceremonies, one has to burn their kept hair in the sacred fire, you see the hair is very important. It is known is some cultures as the extension of ones own spirituality, that’s where ones own strength comes from. This was the importance of the hair being mentioned during that special night of the full moon.

This being my gift to you all, Happy Mother’s Day, on this beautiful full moon weekend.

Danielle Durocher had been a witch for just over 40 years. It wasn’t until she was well into her thirtieth year that she realized she had the gift. Her gift was that of having the ability to foretell the future, as well as the ability to see the events surrounding a person’s past and present. Upon her awakening as she liked to refer to it, Danielle was guided by spirit to attend a small church of spiritualists. She had been a member of this congregation for six years and there was never any incident, until Esre Woods joined.

Esre Woods was a dark witch. She used her gifts for personal gain. She would contract with individuals who paid her to cast spells for them. She cared not for the spiritual price the ignorant folks who used her services paid. It didn’t take long after Esre joined the church before Danielle began to hear the rumors of the kind of craft the Woods woman practiced. Jeremy Williams had visited the woods woman for help because his business was failing. Two weeks later he picked up a huge contract that would see his company busy for the next three years, and one month after that his son lost both legs in a terrible biking accident. The widow Harrison paid the woods woman large sums of cash in the hopes of finding herself another mate. One with whom she could spend the rest of her days with before she died. It wasn” but one month later that she met Ray Colburn. Ray and the Harrison widow were married the following month, and the month after that Mr. Colburn murdered her by poison. He almost got away with it except for the fact that the Harrisons dog was also poisoned and this somehow had led the police to solve the murder. Danielle considered these all to be rumors, but what she saw from the people who told the stories was all truth. Esre always appeared to be cordial and pleasant to her, but as soon as Danielle had started hearing the rumors of her craft, Esre started giving her that knowing look. The one that says, Yes that is who I am, do you challenge me? Danielle couldn’t be bothered. However, she started to keep a close eye on Esre and used her own herb mixture to protect her self from any spell the witch might try to use on her.

After one particularly grueling spiritual service where a demon was exorcised from a young Irish boy Danielle couldn’t wait to get home. When she got there she was compelled for some reason to park her car in the back. She normally just parked on the street but when Danielle was suddenly compelled to do something, she listened to her intuition. As soon as she got out of her car she felt something was wrong. She got a sense of a heavy weighted negative energy was trying to surround her. She shrugged it off and continued on towards the house. When she got to the gate the negative force of energy she felt earlier suddenly hit her hard enough that she stopped dead in her tracks. Danielle had stopped just outside her gate. She looked down and there strewn across the pathway to her gate were hundred of pins and needles. Danielle knew these were thrown there as part of some kind of spell that was being worked on her. She leaned down and grabbing all the pins and needles in one scoop of her hand said loudly, This will not work here. No sooner were the words out of her mouth than the foreboding negative energy vanished. Holding the pins and needles in her hand, careful not to prick herself, Danielle deposited them into the trash bin.

Danielle’s home security system tapes recorded no one placing those pins and needles at her back gate, but this did not mean they were not placed there. Danielle herself knew of several tricks that allowed her to become invisible to video recorders. The technologies that were available in this day and age were still no match for the magic of a true witch. Danielle didn’t really expect to see Esre placing those pins and needles at her gate on her video recordings, however, she could still see her doing it. She knew there was an easy way to find out if Esre was trying to put spells on her and so she mixed herself up a very special potion. Danielle took her potion with her the next time she went to the Church. Once the night’s ceremonies were completed, Danielle brewed up some tea and added her potion to it. When the tea was steeped, she began offering it to the ladies present. When Danielle offered a cup to Esre Woods the woman was barely able to hold back a screech while she choked out, I can’t drink that! After which she turned and ran from the room. Danielle laughed softly and said out loud, No Ma’am. You can not.

The potion Danielle had made was designed to reveal who had planted the pins and needles at her back gate and that is exactly what it did. After that night Esre Woods was never seen at the Church again.