This last week is being posted a bit late because I took one of my summer trips across Alaska, and my boyfriend and I ended up taking a road adventure all the way to Homer, Alaska. So I'm backdating this entry for the day after I left on my trip--my apologies! We're exploring the last of the Oregon Urban Legends and Ghost Lore this week with the reports of a ghost soldier, tortured and killed mental patients, the ghosts of the Flavel family, and a haunted lighthouse! Enjoy!
So I entered into an exhibition earlier this year and before COVID-19 closed everything down it was supposed to be a physical art exhibit, obviously things changed which delayed the exhibition and ended up changing it into an online exhibition. This was my entry for the theme "Resilience" which, I thoroughly enjoyed creating.
At some point about seven years ago, I came to a crossroads in my practice of witchcraft. I had put all of my craft supplies away, I rarely lit incense and I couldn't remember the last time I had lit a candle. That's not to say that these things are necessary in every practice, they were simply ways that I would have otherwise regularly manifested my intentions. I had lost myself in my marriage to my now-ex; I could no longer recognize myself. After about a year and a half of living that way, I moved to Alaska and had the most life-changing experience. I had never struggled so much before, just to keep a roof over my head and put food in the fridge--we hadn't prepared enough financially for the move to be comfortable the first few months. It took a long time before I felt comfortable and I couldn't have gotten to that point without the support of new friends in my life. To make this already long story as short as possible, I found myself interested in finding my roots. After a DNA test, I found that a lot of my heritage was Scandinavian and German--I already knew about the German ancestry and had even studied the language for two years while in college. I found myself learning more about the older Scandinavian practices that weren't as widely talked about, as the witchcraft I had spent the previous fifteen years learning and practicing. That's when I discovered galdr--essentially a spell, but with the connotations of being Icelandic in nature--galdr led me to galdrastafur, which is simply-put, Icelandic Stave Magic.
We're still exploring urban legends of Oregon, but this week we're starting to explore Alaska as well! Take a look at some of these interesting tales that have documented first-hand reports. Later on, I tackled some of the literature that Richard Matheson produced--you'll be pleasantly surprised to find that this month's dead author wrote quite a bit that you'll be familiar with!
This is the first time we've looked into the UFO side of the paranormal horror culture, but this particular story is one of the longest-lived UFO sightings in the history of Oregon! After the UFO sightings of McMinnville, we have the Haunting of Geiser Grand Hotel in Baker City--which seems to be possibly one of [...]
This week was pretty slow as we start our transition to some big things coming up here in the future, but this is a special week! We're revisiting the Anna story because my organizational skills are outstanding and there was more that needed to be said before the original first chapter. Otherwise, I brought back the following two chapters and some old writing about some unusual cryptids in Alaska!