We travel into space to unlock the mysterious gates of the Universe, but we do not know what is behind those gates. Sarah L. Winchester was terribly shocked by the death of her month-old baby girl; in fact it can be well believed she never fully recovered and this surely influenced some of her eccentricities. Added to this loss was the death of her husband 15 years later from tuberculosis. On arrival in San Jose, she immediately started remodeling the newly purchased, unfinished eighteen-room house. She found the planning kept her grief-disturbed mind occupied and she became thoroughly enthused. Financial problems were certainly n deterrent. However, throughout the thirty-eight years of construction, Mrs. Winchester’s mansion, she tried to keep her servants in the dark about the mysterious things going on in the estate. They were aware of something, of course—the noises and the taps turning themselves on and off were hard to ignore—but much of the staff was never privy to what went on at night. Olga Viking, a housemaid at the Winchester mansion said, “I did feel kind of uneasy. I remember it being very cold, especially on the fourth floor, even when the fireplaces had robust fires. But I thought it was just me. Sleeping in the mansion was nearly impossible I did not get any sleep most nights.” It started—as such phenomena often do—with an apparent accident. The Holy Bible fell off the coffee table to the floor. “The strange thing was,” she says, “that when I went to place the Bible back up again, I discovered that it could not have just fallen off the table. There was no wind, nor no one else in the room.” Olga went to bed. “The Bible shook me up a bit,” she says. “But I told myself I was just being silly, and after a while I dozed off.” Not for long, though. #RandolphHarris 1 of 13

“I woke up because I heard this creaking sound coming from the hallway. Mrs. Winchester had some built-in shelves in the hallway. They were big, heavy and fool of antiques. I swiftly got up to see what was going on and I just could not believe my eyes.” The hallways appeared to be growing in size, and the built-in shelved had detached from the wall and started to rise toward the ceiling. Olga, still drowsy with sleep, blinked to focus her eyes. Bafflingly, the hallway because to grow wider in width. It was making noise too; it sounded like a great beast groaning in pain. And all at once she knew the truth. Not only was the hallway expanding, the shelves were slowly falling from the ceiling, and there were on a sort of collision course with Olga. The groaning changed to deep baritone sign. Olga sprang back into her room. The shelves crashed to the floor. “I never moved so fast in my life,” Olga said with a shiver. “Those shelves were so heavy, I thought they would crash through the floor. It was that night I discovered what Mrs. Winchester had been going through for so long. Not only was the house designed by spirits, they were also actively remodeling it. At any moment, a room could expand, be rearranged or disappear altogether.” Olga quit the next morning. However, she was greatly afraid for Mrs. Winchester. Mrs. Winchester was aware of the shadowy forces were at work in her mansion. The mansion often groaned and squealed like a trapped bear when it was expanding on its own. “There is always a very peculiar atmosphere in this house,” Mrs. Winchester explained to the staff. “The bone chilling coldness is very strong, especially near the Hall of Fires.” #RandolphHarris 2 of 13

When evil was disturbing the mansion, wind blew more fiercely, even during the Summer. It often times would shriek and howl like a bat and a wolf. “But, strangely enough, when I heard it I was not afraid,” Mrs. Winchester said. “I knew that my husband was in the room and I felt totally safe.” Often times the lights would go out, doors would open, and fires would be put out instantly. As the wind stepped up its howling. The windows would blow open. Sometimes an entity appeared. This particular demon was quick, far quicker than a cat. One night it crossed the unlighted dining room to the kitchen doorway. For a moment, Mrs. Winchester saw it silhouetted in the murky light from the kitchen, and she had the impression of something that had never been meant to stand erect but was standing erect anyway, something with a misshapen head twice as large as it ought to have been, a hunched back, arms too long and terminating in claws like the tines of a garden rake. Mrs. Winchester fired at it. The bullet broke a window. With a shriek, the beast disappeared into one of the kitchens. What in the name of God was it? Where had it come from? Had it really escaped from hell? Zip was shivering. Cautiously, Mrs. Winchester retuned to the archway and stepped into the half-dark dining room. Zip stayed close at her side, neither whining nor growling nor barking. The dog seemed to realize that Mrs. Winchester needed complete silence in order to hear any sound the beast might make. Mrs. Winchester took two more steps. Ahead, through the kitchen door, she could see a corner of the table, the sink, part of a counter. #RandolphHarris 3 of 13

The setting sun was at the other side of the hall, and the light in the kitchen was dim, gray, so their adversary would not cast a revealing shadow. It might be waiting on either side of the door, or it might have climbed onto the counters from which it could launch itself down at her when she entered the room. No question about it: the intruder in the kitchen was the very thing that had been creeping around the mansion for a while. However, there was now only silence in the kitchen. The light was dwindling, almost gone. Darkness was deepening all throughout the house. The intruder hissed loudly, a sound like escaping gas, which was immediately followed by a click-click-click. It sounded like a wolf was walking across the floor with sharply clawed feet. Mrs. Winchester stopped and looked about, she noticed her dog was missing and there was no more noise. She walked through the mansion with a candle and when she reached the third floor, she found her beloved Zip. The little thing was dead, but still warm; she stopped to lift him, and her distress turned to horror when she discovered that he had been strangled by twisting twice round its throat by the 18 karat gold pearl necklace Mr. Winchester bought her for their 5^th wedding anniversary. The next morning at dawn she buried the dog in the garden, and hid the necklace in the safe. She said nothing to no one. Winter set in, and the short days passed, and the long nights, one by one. The winter was long and black and rainy. Satan, the fallen angel of Revelation, is believed to have many disguises, assuming many names. The Devil presides over a host of lesser demons, and each demon has it own diabolical attributes, its own means of corrupting souls. #RandolphHarris 4 of 13

Whatever the truth is, this entity and legions of demons appeared to have gained a foothold in Mrs. Winchester’s life and home. Object inside of the house refused to obey the laws of physics; they would sometimes fly up into the air and instead of falling to the floor at once, they would remain suspended in the air for a few moments, then they would sometimes float gently down and settle back into place or crash and break. One night, without warning, something incredible occurred. She expected what can only be called “a vision.” In the Earth beneath her feet, she felt a violent tremor. When it ceased, she heard voices: men and women’s voices moaning and shrieking under the ground. Some were crying out. One voice in particular said, “And fear of death deliver to the winds.” Mrs. Winchester was terrified and attempted to get up but instead was thrown back into a sitting position. She was being held captive for a reason. Slowly the floor in front of her began to open up, and Mrs. Winchester found herself on the rim of an enormous cavernlike space. Down in its depths she saw a throne. There was a figure seated upon it, but Mrs. Winchester insisted “it was not the Devil,” that it was an entity that would make itself known to her by and by. However, her attention at that moment was not on the enthroned figure, for from all parts of that great cavern, beings with wings began to rise. She identified them as “demons.” They were flying up toward her, hundreds of them. Even at that great distance, Mrs. Winchester could make out their eyes; all seemed to be focused on her, as though a signal had been given and all were launching themselves simultaneously into attack. It was an apocalyptic vision such as those experienced by mystics throughout history. #RandolphHarris 5 of 13

In 1550, St. Teresa of Avila (1515-82) recorded a scene displaying many similarities. No one can say with certainty where such visions emanate from—whether they are a by-product of our upbringing or memories of illustrations seen in scared books, stained-glass windows, and the like. Mrs. Winchester tells how she recovered from her “trace,” seeming to reawaken many minutes later in the same spot. There was no longer a fissure in her front parlor, no moans and shrikes from souls in torment. The next morning at breakfast, Mrs. Winchester suddenly convulsed. In front of the startled cook, she fell from her chair and onto the hard kitchen floor. Her limbs began to jerk violently, writing and twisting. Within moments, the fit subsided and Mrs. Winchester went rigid, as though paralyzed; her eyes were staring straight up at the ceiling. She looked terrified. “Mrs. Winchester!” The cook bent over her, cradling her head in the crook of an arm. Her eyes were still open and staring; they seemed to be glazed over. He gently slapped her cheek. There was no response. “Is she dead?” the housemaid asked. When the doctor arrived an hour later, there was still no change in Mrs. Winchester. They took her up to her room to sleep. The following day, no one was any the wiser as to what happened to her in the kitchen. She herself had very little memory of the seizure. All she could call to mind was being seized by a great fear. Then she blacked out, to regain consciousness in her bed. She thought of it as a great adventure. However, she knew something was terribly amiss. She went back to her room, and stood at the window watching the moon set through the trees on her estate. The sky was misty and starless, and after the moon went down the night was black as pitch. #RandolphHarris 6 of 13

Mrs. Winchester left her room and walked along the passage, past her the room she kept made for her husband—where she stopped again to see if, by chance, he was in his room—to the stop of the stairs. There she paused a moment, and assured herself that no one was following her; then she began to go down the stairs in the darkness. They were so steep and winding that she had to go very slowly, for fear of stumbling. Her one thought was to get to the front door unlocked. The inquest had been a ling and bitter one, but when she finally opened the door, there was a dead man with strange wounds on his body. The doctor was summoned. He had spoken of the marks looking like bites. There was a suggestion of witchcraft and necromancy. All around the front yard there were stony figures of men and animals which had chanced to catch a glimpse of Mrs. Winchester and she had been petrified with the sight. Mrs. Winchester had many theories about the abilities of powerful minds, and she knew her home possessed magical capabilities. In bringing the Fraternity to life, she herself was subjected to what she described as “magical attacks” by an opponent who committed murder by magic. There was a mysterious death of a housemaid on her estate. Marie Laveau was found laying nude in a bleak field. Round her neck was a cross secured by a silver chain and near at hand lay a large knife which had been used to cut a large cross in the turf. On this cross the body was laying. There was a story circulating that Ms. Laveau had taken the job at the Winchester mansion to learn more about the occult. Stories alluded to blue lights having been seen in the vicinity where her body was found and there was also a story of a cloaked man. #RandolphHarris 7 of 13

Then some very curious things began to happen. The Winchester mansion had desperately become afflicted with black cats. They were not hallucinator cats for many of the servants shared in the affliction. They housemaids had been engaged in pushing bunches of black cats off the doorstep and windowsill with a broom, and declared that they had never seen so many or such dreadful specimens. Mrs. Winchester attributed the plague of black cats to natural causes and concluded that some local female car was the attraction, until one morning when she was going upstairs after breakfast she saw a “gigantic tabby cat twice the size of a tiger coming towards me…it appeared absolutely solid and tangible; I stared at it petrified for a second and then it vanished.” She realized it was a simulacrum—a thought form that was being projected by someone with strong occult powers, and being picked up by her own sensitive reception. Mrs. Winchester went on: “Feeling decidedly uncomfortable, I asked one of the housemaids to join me and as we sat in my room meditating, we heard the cry of a cat. It was answered by another and another and another. We looked out of the window and my garden as far as we could see dotted with black cats waiting and howling in broad daylight.” The battle of wills between the two women occultists continued for many months, and on one occasion, as she retired to bed, Mrs. Winchester discovered claw marks all over her back. She wrote that Mary Coues was “well known for her astral attacks” and several other opponents had suffered similar discomfort. Later Mrs. Winchester stated categorically that Mrs. Coues was responsible for the murder of a young woman on whom she unleashed her psychic attacks. #RandolphHarris 8 of 13

Helena Blavatsky was deeply committed to the search for inner fulfilment. She was one of the girls who felt she could do anything. In October of 1890, she decided she was going to travel to Scotland, where she stayed at a local boarding house run by Mrs. Coues. It was believed she was trying to escape psychological attacks. Initially she went out walking among the heather, but then she remained in her room for some says. Mrs. Coues suspected that her lodger was carrying out mystical practices and this was confirmed one day when Ms. Blavatsky confided that she had fallen into a deep trance which lasted some considerable time, and if it happened again Mrs. Coues should summon the local doctor. Helena remained in Scotland for two months where she was soon a familiar wandering figure. However, as the days passed she became increasingly agitated and one Sunday morning, she rose early and seemed to be in a state of panic. She informed Mrs. Coues that she would be returning to America as soon as possible as she was convinced that certain people were intending to do her harm telepathically. Later in the day, Helena had calmed down and announced that she had decided to cancel her departure and stay on for a while. The following Monday morning, Mrs. Coues discovered that Helena was missing from her room and later that day the villagers began searching for her. It was not until the following day that her body was found close to the remains of an ancient village on the Winchester estate in America. #RandolphHarris 9 of 13

She had obviously been running frantically, because the soles of her feet were torn and bleeding. She lay face upwards on the cross that had been carved in the turf, and her right hand still held a large steel knife with which she had apparently carved the cross on which she lay; and there, according to the local doctor, she died of a heart attack. Mrs. Winchester had no doubt that Helena’s death was due to astral attacks; she claimed that there were scratch marks on the woman’s body that were similar to those she had received herself and she was not backward in pointing the finger at Mrs. Coues, who she believed had long ago stumbled towards the “left-hand path” of occultism and was using black magic for vengeful and malicious purposes. It is possible to activate some deep trauma locked away in the human subconscious by the arrival of a postcard with perhaps symbols or a specific picture painted on it, or even by a telegram from the initiator of ill-will. Creations in the imagination of strong-minded occultists can actually take on a life form of their own. These apparitions are called “elementals” one day, Mrs. Winchester lay on her bed thinking unpleasant thoughts of a person who had done her a disservice. Suddenly, a large wolf-like form materialized in the half-light of the room, sitting on the hearth rug waiting to do her bidding. She realized that she was “at the dividing of the ways and if I were not careful would take the first step on the left-hand path.” The apparition remained with her for twenty-four hours and presented what she described as the “opportunity for an effectual vengeance.” Instead, she decided to banish the manifestation and to forgive the woman who had been in her thoughts. #RandolphHarris 10 of 13

I stir thee up, O Spirit Gamigin and your 30 legions of inferiors in all things that are the names of glory and power of God the Great One who is greater than understanding. Adni Ihvh Tzabaoth, come fourth in the 24^th of a moment, let Thy dwelling-place be empty; apply thyself unto the secret truth and obey my power: appears unto my eyes, visit us in peace, speaking the secrets of truth in voice and understanding. I stir thee up and move thee, O Spirit Gamigin and your 30 legions of inferiors, in all the names I have said, and I add these one and six names wherein Solomon, the lord of the secret wisdom, placed yourselves, spirits of wrath, in a vessel, Adonai, Preyai Tetragrammaton, Anaphaxeton Inessenfatoal, Pathtomon and Itemon: appear before this circle; obey in all things my power. And as thou art he that obeys not and comes not I shall be in thy power, O God Most High that liveth for ever, who is the creator of all things in six days Eie, Saraye, and in my power in the name Prieumaton that ruleth over the palaces of Heaven, Cruse Thee, and destroy thy seat, joy, and power; I bind thee in the depth of Abaddon, to remain until the day of judgment whose end cannot be. And I bind thee in the fire of sulphur mingled with poison and the seas of fire and sulphur: come forth, therefore, obey my power and appear before this circle. Therefore come forth in the name of the Holy Ones Zabaoth, Adonai, Amioran. Come! for I am Adonai who stir thee up. In the name of Satan, the Ruler or the Earth, the King of the World, I command the forces of darkness to bestow their Infernal power upon me! #RandolphHarris 11 of 13

Open wide the gates of Hell and come forth from the abyss to greet me as your brother and friend! Grant me the indulgence of which I speak! I have taken thy name as part of myself! I live as the beasts of the field, rejoicing in the fleshly life! I favour the just curse of the rotten! By all the Gods of the Pit, I command that these things of which I speak shall come to pass! Come forth and answers your names by manifesting my desires! Hail Satan! I thank you for the empowerments which have served to assist my evolution toward divinity and power. Go now into the World and serve the Lord of Darkness. Cross all space and time so your power will be mine. May the mountains to the plains of my life be overcome. Breed achievement in me. Bring beats to the field of my existence that I may grow in cunning and might. This will breed victory. Although I must stand alone and endure as a warrior of the smoke which corrupts and usurps the power of the sacred fire of Ahura Mazda, allow me to harness his power and rise above it. The Darkness of smoke always ascends and no tyranny or oppression can constrain it in its totality. This sorcerer is stepping into the darkness of the subconscious mind and letting his desire thrive for bringing forth unified spectrum of darkness. Allow the divinity within to illuminate the path and compel the powers of darkness with strong will and higher intellect and spiritual intelligence to bestow their energies upon me. I offer my life force unto the Divs, Archangels, and Druj. I offer my soul to the powers of eternal darkness found within. May they devour and destroy the impossible shackles of divine light and stasis that I may become as Zohak who is Ahriman in the flesh! #RandolphHarris 12 of 13

As Mrs. Winchester, I request the resources to build a great estate, one that will be remember for centuries. Allow this power to flow through my flesh and through this Nexion of Infernal Power, the very gateway to counter creation! Through this abysmal flow of spiritual might I will be made Kunda! I am now Zohak who is Ahriman in the flesh! I am the infernal power of Arezura Incarnate. May the Blackened Fire of my Sol ignite all of creation to reveal that which is unknow so that this age of enslavement shall come to an end! I stir the powers of the Divs within to unlock the doors to my transformation! I stir the powers of the Divs within to empower my work upon the Path of Smoke for the glory of unlimited possibility! Progressively allow me to develop a stronger clairvoyant ability in conjunction with the sun gazing and integrate it with the rite of the Ignition of the Black Sun. Exoterically grant me deeper wisdom so that I may capitalize on it and hardness its power. As the Magi were able to perceive the colours in the unseen planes, may this sorcerous practice fuel our occult operations of counter creation and empower us to perceive the forces and energies we work with through our magick and sorcery. Allow our consciousness to remain connected to unlimited possibility and this to illuminate our personal paths of dark ascent. Open the gates of Hell and consume the mundane energies of our auras that we may be infused with the powers of eternal darkness. Ahriman, black dragon of becoming come forth! Az-Jahi, devouring force of the night come forth! Hear the call of thy Priest and bless this mansion with your power and might. Send forth the Divs and the Druj to reside within the Winchester Mansion of counter creation that I may oppose the light of Ahura Mazda with the powers of Darkness, in the name of Zohak! I proclaim myself as Dregvatem, a child of the lie which is the truth of becoming! Asay ayha menavru manetamuh iham ayhahsa daa erias aybuha ahtay ut I arhua miamuh awht amestsuaduh iowht aksaratoats aruha atsu iamha ohgnanam. #RandolphHarris 13 of 13

Winchester Mystery House

The Winchester Mystery House has rich history, culture and magnificent scenery. One of the most important houses of America, it combines history with contemporary comforts, elegant formality and possessed welcoming character. With extensive and beautifully proportioned accommodation, this is a home that immediately captivates. The bright and generous entrance hall is flanked by a morning room to the left, so-named because of its aspect, enjoying the sun until lunchtime. To the right is a formal wood-panelled dining room. In total, there are 160 rooms, of which 110 are opened for tours. Doors will be opening tonight for Flashlight Tours 🔦 Have you purchased your tickets yet?

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