Gorgeous Gorse

Gorse bushes, or Furze, are often seen around Ostara and is another of Mother Nature’s bright and beautiful announcements that Spring is here.

It is a perennial evergreen shrub belonging to the pea family, which forms multi-branched, stunted shrubs, usually no taller than six feet high, but it is still considered to be a tree.

The flowers are deep yellow in colour and have a beautifully aromatic coconut scent and, although the main flowering period is from March to August, flowers can be found on the furze throughout the year.

It’s wickedly sharp thorns and its dense habit make it an excellent hedging plant, which can also be used as a barrier to protect young tree seedlings in coppices from grazing.

Due to it’s thorny nature, it is often viewed as having protective powers. In Wales, gorse bushes are even said to guard against Witches and can protect the home against The Fae, who cannot pass through the hedge.

The bark and flowers of the gorse can be used to produce a yellow dye. In Ireland, the flowers were also used to flavour and add colour to whiskey and they’ve been known to be used to make beer in Denmark. The flowers can also be used to make wine and tea.

Medicinal properties

There was a Bach Flower Remedy (Edward Bach was an English homeopath in the 1930s) called “Greenman Essence of Gorse”, which was said to help to ease frustration, restlessness and anxiety, and also helped to promote emotional security and feelings of joy.  

Gorse flowers are high in proteins and can be eaten raw in salads or made into tea, cordial or syrup. They can also add extra flavour and colour to beer, wine or spirits and even ice cream!

The buds can also be pickled in vinegar and eaten like capers. 

**CAUTION: Do not ingest to excess, as the plant contains slightly toxic alkaloids, which can have a cumulative impact.**

There are surprisingly few medicinal uses for gorse, although its flowers have historically been used in the treatment of jaundice, scarlet fever, diarrhoea and kidney stones.

Magickal properties

Gorse is known as the ‘herb of love’ and is associated with love, romance and weddings. It is also known to protect against evil, negativity and dark magick.

It can help to restore faith, hope and optimism and enable you to gather your strength. It also attracts gold, so it is very useful in money, wealth and abundance spells.

Gorse Spell

Carve the word “Gorse” into a gold or yellow candle, then face east and light the candle. Then meditate on the light, whilst asking for for protection, money, love or whatever it has to offer that you desire. 

The Pendle Witch Trials of 1612 – Book Review

This book focusses on the Witch trials of Pendle, Lancashire, England in 1612.

It is quite a short book, but contains quite a lot of detail. It encompasses eyewitness accounts, in addition to interviews from the trials, as well as general background information leading up to the trials. There are also excerpts from the various laws that covered witchcraft and how they were used at Pendle. It also includes a select bibliography for further reading.

There are several illustrations, from maps to family trees, to help the reader make sense of the people involved, their relationship to each other, in addition to the geographical locations of events.

The book on the whole gives an excellent insight into the events behind the cruel and vicious treatment given to people branded as Witches by the ‘church’, the Monarchy and the powers that be.

Coming from Lancashire myself, with Pendle being a mere 29 miles away from my home town, it makes it all the more interesting as I know and have visited several of the places in the book. It reminds me how fortunate I am to be a Witch in this day and age and not back then, as I would probably be dead by now.

It’s utterly unbelievable how the so called ‘Witches’ were treated. Notwithstanding the Chattox’s and Demdike’s, the main focus of the trials, but all the wise women (and men), healers, midwives, those with a special connection to animals etc, it’s a wonder how anyone could actually survived in these circumstances once accused! The laws were actually changed for these trials to allow gossip and hearsay to be used as evidence, and famously, the testimony of a child (Jennet Device). Luckily, some did survive, such as Alice Grey.

All in all, I found this book fascinating, if not deeply harrowing and quite upsetting. My only fault with it, was that it didn’t ‘flow’ very well, but that’s more the way it’s set out with case law, testimony and accounts of events. I would recommend anyone wanting to learn more about the history and persecution of Witches to read it though.

Dreamcatchers and Cultural Appropriation

**Please note, I am not descended from First Nation people, and I am not trying to speak for them, but I have a deep respect for them and their culture and think they have been so badly treated and persecuted, so if there is even one tiny thing I can do to highlight aspects of their tradition that are not for anyone to undertake or replicate, then I will do what I can to raise awareness.**

I think by now most people understand that ‘Smudging’ is a closed practice and use of certain cleansing herbs and woods, such as White Sage and Palo Santo, shouldn’t really be used by people not descended from First Nation people, plus there’s the whole sustainability and ecological damage issues surrounding them, but I wanted to talk about another practice which is not exactly closed, but something that not many people think about or realise.

According to Wikipedia (Link), in Native American and First Nation cultures, a dreamcatcher or dream catcher (Ojibwe: asabikeshiin, the inanimate form of the word for “spider”), is a handmade willow hoop, on which is woven a net or web. The dreamcatcher may also include sacred items, such as certain feathers or beads. Traditionally they are often hung over a cradle as protection.  

It originates in Ojibwe culture as the “spider web charm” (Ojibwe: asubakacin “net-like, White Earth Band; bwaajige ngwaagan “dream snare”, Curve Lake Band), a hoop with woven string or sinew meant to replicate a spider’s web, used as a protective charm for infants.

From what I have read, if the person who made the dream catcher is Native or First Nation, then it is OK to either be gifted one by them, or to purchase one. Also, if you attended an event, where you learnt something about a specific tribal nation and/or meet a Native person and chose to support their art by purchasing one from them, then this is great.

However, if you bought one from your favorite shopping center, from eBay/Wish or don’t have a clue about where it came from or that it is obviously mass produced in China or someplace else, then that is NOT OK.

From the research I’ve done, it seems like the Ojibwe people, to whom dream catchers are very important, think it’s okay to use them in your home.  However, this is on the proviso that you understand and appreciate the meaning behind them, you are respectful of the purpose and beliefs that come with them and that you buy one that was made by Natives.

Buying them mass produced from the internet is hurting the indigenous First Nations and is one of the reasons why people talk about Cultural Appropriation. 

You should be researching what they mean and how they are used by certain tribes and, like I’ve said above, try and ethically source one that has been made by an Indigenous Person. Yes, it might cost more or take longer to arrive, but you’d be supporting the people the tradition comes from, rather than buying a cheap knockoff that means absolutely nothing and detracts from First Nation people’s tradition and history.

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The Curse of the Silver Man

I thought I’d share a local legend of an event that occurred very close to where I live with my family.

For a bit of context, we live on a small row of houses on a very long main road between Warrington and Leigh, in the North West of England. To the left of us, past the motorway, is a huge mosaic of lanes, farms/farmers fields and wide open countryside. To the right is a large Science and Business Park. The office I work at is on this Park and I can walk to work, past a little duck pond, which is really nice in the Spring and Summer months.

The whole area was originally ordnance and munitions works for the Second World War and then became the most important place in the whole of the UK for nuclear research and development. To this day, there’s a large amount of nuclear businesses, laboratories and research places. The area was also the home of the Manchester University Research Reactor.

We even have road names like Cavendish Avenue, Kelvin Close and Faraday Street, all named after famous physicists and for the Department of Atomic Energy (DATEN).

Here’s the story about The Curse of the Silver Man.

At approximately 11:30 pm. on the evening of March 17th, 1978 (I was 14 months old at the time!), a 39 year-old service engineer, by the name of Ken Edwards, was heading home after a meeting in Greater Manchester. By all accounts, Edwards was a straight-laced, hard working man, who was not prone to wild flights of fancy or belief in the paranormal.

However, as Ken drove home, through the area where the atomic energy complex was located, he came across a two legged apparition, which he would later dub the “Silver Man”.  Apparently, it ambled down a hill, with its arms outstretched, walking in a strange, stiff-legged manner, like someone who was born without knee joints.

Ken also noticed that the figure’s roundish face was black, or that it was covered with some sort of mask, with no discernible features except for a pair of glowing eyes. Furthermore, it had two, thin arms, which were not attached at its shoulders, but stuck straight out of its chest like a T Rex.

The bizarre being trudged into the road, directly in front of Ken’s car and turned to face him, staring into his eyes with its own self illuminated orbs.

Ken also noticed that this creature assumed an odd ‘stooped’ posture, as it scrambled down the hill, which seemed impossible for a human to emulate without toppling over. This would be confirmed by investigators who inspected the scene and who were unable to imitate the thing’s gait, forcing some to wonder if perhaps this Silver Man was not susceptible to the same laws of gravity as the rest of us.

Ken estimated that the figure was at least 7-feet in height and was either clad in some sort of reflective silver fabric, like a radiation suit, or had a dull metallic skin.

Then, without warning, two pencil-thin “energy beams” of white light shot from the humanoid’s eyes directly into Ken’s van. He claimed that as soon as he was struck by these intense beams, he was overcome by a “dizzy” sensation and lost all sense of time. He also claimed that there was some kind of invisible force that had apparently paralysed him, which he compared to:

“…someone with two enormous hands pressing me down from the top. The pressure was tremendous… it seemed to paralyse me. I could only move my eyes. The rest of me was rigid.”

Stranger still, he claimed that he was overcome with unconventional thoughts rushing through his head all at once, but he only remembered one that kept looping over and over in his brain:

“Is this something from outer space and what does it want with me?”

A moment later he regained control of his muscles and realised that his fingers were throbbing and covered with what looked like sunburnt flesh. Even more disturbingly, he noticed that the circuitry of his pricey radio transceiver had completely burned out during the ordeal.

When Ken looked up again, he saw that the entity had apparently lost interest in him and was heading straight for the 10-foot high, barbwire topped security fence that surrounded the fire station, opposite the nuclear facility. Once it arrived at the fence, the Silver Man raised its fingerless hands upwards, paused, lowered its arms and then walked directly through the barrier!!!

As soon as it “melted” through the fence, the creature clambered up the hill next to the fire station and disappeared into the woods beyond.

Needless to say, Ken was stunned by this entire episode and took a moment to compose himself and wonder what the hell just happened!! He later claimed that he remained motionless on the roadside for just a few minutes before he threw his vehicle into gear and sped home. However, he arrived at his house, nearly an hour later, at about 12:30am, following a drive which should have taken no more than 5 minutes!

Ken knew that something was not quite right. Even so, he simply chalked it up to the trauma of this harrowing event making him lose track of time:

“…[It] seems like a long time I know, but I was petrified and I do not want to go through that again.”

While that may be the case, the fact that Ken had no direct memory of the time he lingered in his van, forces you to wonder whether or not this might have been an example of the “missing time” phenomenon that is so often associated with alleged alien abduction cases.

If that were the case, either Ken had no recollection of the event, as most do not until the “lost” memories are unlocked through hypnosis, or he simply refused to speak about it, although some researchers claimed that he was haunted by thoughts of abduction.

Regardless of whether or not he had any additional information, he agreed to accompany the officers back to the scene of the encounter where they met up with a team of twenty, baton armed, UKAEA security guards.

It bears mentioning that one of the men on the scene later stated that when the UKAEA security team was told of Edwards strange sighting none of the men so much as offered a smirk. Is this because they were stone-cold professionals or could it be that they were familiar with this peculiar night visitor?

Unfortunately, the search party found no sign of the creature, nor any indication that the fence had been damaged.

Ken later realised that the “sunburned” fingers on his right hand were scarring with three dark marks that ran the entire length of the fingers. These strange marks faded within 3-weeks.

Almost as bizarre as his enigmatic night time sunburn, were the effects these allegedly alien energy beams had on Edwards’ transceiver. The second unusual thing found by the investigators, was the dead body of a rabbit that had no evident injuries. While this poor bunny may be completely unrelated to the event, there are some who have speculated that it might have been a (perhaps unintentional) victim of the Silver Man’s energy beam or conceivably it succumbed to some sort of extraterrestrial radiation poisoning. Others surmised that the pitiable critter had simply been “scared to death”.

At about midnight, on Thursday March 23, 1978, a mere 6 days after his frightening run-in with the unknown, Edwards once again found himself at the site of the event, this time with a man who is only identified as a “freelance UFO investigator from Leeds.” Edwards claimed that for a second time he felt himself being overcome by the disturbing mental and physical sensations that had flooded him during his “staring match” with the Silver Man.

The next strange incident occurred on April 2, 1978, but did not involve an actual sighting. According to Ken, he and his wife were driving home along the usual route that took them past the nuclear power plant at about 2:00am, following a daytrip to Yorkshire, when he was overcome by that same disquieting “feeling” that had gripped him twice before.

For reasons he was unable to explain, Edwards felt compelled to bring his van to a halt at the location of his first sighting. It was then that the engineer pledged to never travel by that road again, no matter how far out of the way he had to go.

The final weird incident in the Risley ordeal happened in the wee hours of April 12, 1978. Ken claimed that he had been awoken in the middle of the night by a deep electrical hum that seemed to fill his house. He climbed out of bed, careful not to disturb his wife, and began searching for the source of the strange hum. He thoroughly searched his home, assuming that something mechanical had been left on, but when he found nothing running he decided to check outside.

According to Ken, the sound increased in volume as soon as he opened the window, but he could still see nothing. Eventually the noise faded and he returned to bed. A few days later it was discovered that two local residents had also heard the hum and when they looked skyward they realised that it was emanating from an oval, red UFO. While there’s no direct correlation between the UFO and the Silver Man, it’s difficult not to make at least circumstantial connections.

Within a year of his now infamous sighting, just as things were starting to return to normal, Ken became unexpectedly ill. He experienced a loss of energy and suffered from severe stomach pains. He decided that he needed to go to the hospital, where, after a battery of tests, he was diagnosed with cancer of the kidneys.

Ken underwent major surgery to remove the cancer, but within a few months the insidious cells had reappeared in his throat. Within five years of his encounter with the Silver Man, Ken Edwards had tragically succumbed to the cancer and passed away.

No one has ever seen anything quite the same again and it’s usually a really quiet and uninteresting place…..but it makes you wonder what exactly happened to poor Ken that fateful night?

Local Legends – Boggart Hole Clough

A few miles outside Manchester City Centre, in the town of Blackley, England, stands an ancient woodland called Boggart Hole Clough.

It consists of over 190 acres (76 hectares) of dense woodland that contains several ‘cloughs’, which is the local word for a steep-sided wooded ravine.  It is thought that this woodland originated in the Bronze Ages (3000 BC – 1200 BC) and has a wealth of spiritual history, with a really quite eerie ambience.

The most famous legend of Boggart Hole Clough is that of the Boggart himself! 

Some of you may recognise this term from Harry Potter, and, if you do, you will know that a Boggart is known for being a mischievous, goblin like creature.  But did you know that this term comes specifically from Lancashire folklore?

It is said that Boggarts have the ability to sour milk, make objects disappear and, most horrifyingly, make dogs unable to walk (poor doggos!!).

According to local legend, the particular Boggart of Boggart Hole Clough lives in an old farmhouse, which has been left to crumble, rot and ruin in the woods, and is almost entirely covered in foliage and hidden in the undergrowth.

However, like Trolls, Boggarts also love to hide out under bridges, in addition to muddy holes, around sharp bends and in bushes.

Like a lot of folklore legends and monsters, Boggarts have a certain liking for children and, tragically, the cases of missing children in Boggart Hole Clough since the 18th century are numerous.

Definitely not a place to be wandering about at night, especially not with your kids or dogs!!

Information not already known by me sourced from the following:
https://propermanchester.com/feature/boggart-hole-clough-is-one-of-the-most-haunted-places-in-greater-manchester/
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boggart_Hole_Clough
https://www.manchestersfinest.com/articles/haunted-manchester-boggart-hole-clough/

Photos:
https://mythology.wikia.org/wiki/Boggart
https://images.app.goo.gl/4vM45mbPu7yu1yDZ8