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10/13/03

This site being fairly new, don't expect too much :) I'm trying my best to get it up and running, If you have any suggestions, or would like to help out with the site, e-mail me at: flamingangel78@hotmail.com 

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This site is basicly going to be one big Book of Shadows, for all Pagan/Wiccan/Occult related things. Soon you can find Spells, belifes, rituals, and many more interesting things :)

Article of the Month

Here's a cute story that accents the season!

Jack-O-Lantern

Once upon a time there was a farmer by the name of Jack. He wasn’t an unlikable fellow, no he wasn’t, but he was the sort of fella that would run from honest work faster than a youngin’ can run from bath water. Tall and lanky, Jack had a lopsided smile and a missin’ tooth. A nice laugh—one that rumbled deep from the belly and danced about the barn quicker than a fellow with a fiddle in his hand. His hair was limp and his face was creased—yep, that was our Jack all right. Once fine day, the devil…well, he got bored. Temptin’ the rich folk got far too easy, so he set out to find hisself a poor boy. That old devil, he spied Jack sleepin’ under the big old oak tree out there by the garden. “Jack,” he says, “I’ve come to take your soul.”

“If’n you can climb that oak tree and touch the top, then you kin have it,” said Jack. “Ain’t no never-mind to me.”

Ain’t no one in the county able to climb to the top of that big ole tree, and Jack, well …he knew that, yes he did.

So the devil, he climbs the tree, but he gets stuck and cain’t git down. “Jack, help me down,” says the devil.

“Nope,” says Jack, “because if’n I do, you’ll want to take my soul. If’n you stay in that tree, you cain’t git me.”

Now the devil, he thinks and thinks, and then he says, “If’n you help me down, I’ll give you anythin’ you want. Just name it.”

Jack walks around the tree, lookin’ up at the devil from different angles. He scratches his beard and cocks his head. “Okay,” says Jack, “If’n I let you down, you have to promise me that you’ll never allow me into hell.”

“Done!” says the devil, and Jack helps him down.

“Well now,” thought Jack, “this is mighty fine, I kin do as I please!” And so he did. Poor Jack. Nobody believe his story, so he took to drinkin’ and then to gamblin’ and I hear tell he coveted the wife of a neighbor man, and ran off with another—I ain’t rightly sure. Anyway, Jack finally up and died.

Well now, Jack went to heaven and stood in front of them pearly gates and the angel there said, “You cain’t come in here. We’s only got room for good people, and Jack, you weren’t so good down there on earth. I’m afraid you’ll have to go to the other place.”

Jack stood in front of the gates of hell, but the demon said, “Sorry Jack, you cain’t come in here. You made a deal with the devil. There’s no room at this end unless, of course, you can exchange your soul for another’s.”

“But it’s dark down here and I cain’t see,” said Jack. “How will I find someone to take my place?”

“Here,” said the demon, and threw Jack a glowing coal.

Now Jack, he wasn’t a stupid fellow, so he took hisself a turnip outta the garden and hollowed it out, then put that hot coal in the turnip so’s he could see, as the world of in-between is mighty dark. On Halloween night, when the veil between the worlds is thin, you kin see Jack and his little light, across the fields and in the woods, roamin’ in the night, searchin’ for someone to take his place.

Now, if you hollow out that there turnip, and put a candle in it, then Jack will think you’re lost too, and he won’t pay you no never mind. He never was a really smart fella.