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The House Born of Sorrow: The Winchester Curse
Surely it could not be alive in there. And yet something stirred — not with the vulgar animation of breath, but with the slow, drifting certainty of a recollection endeavouring to reclaim its place in the mind. It glided along the periphery of her vision like a thought improperly dismissed. She blinked, pressed her weary palms to her eyes, and endeavoured to persuade herself that fatigue alone was the culprit, that an oculist’s consultation would soon set her anxieties to rest. Yet when she looked again, the truth waited with quiet, inexorable patience in the dimness: she had been mistaken for a very long time. She sank beneath the covers, striving to render herself invisible, hoping the thing might overlook her if she made herself sufficiently small. She lay motionless, refusing to yield to the impulse to tremble. Should it still linger in the room, it might detect even the faintest chattering of her teeth. It knew teeth. Intimately. She listened to the soft sign of its breath, parsing the shadows for its outline, for the faint glimmer of an eye or two. She remained keenly alert for the creak of a board, for the metallic click of the instruments it bore. And somewhere on the far side of forever, Mrs. Winchester perceived that it possessed the inhuman patience to wait her out. Demons, she supposed, must take a certain pleasure in waiting. #RandolphHarris 1 of 8
If she were not so thoroughly convinced of its continued presence, she would hasten to the bathroom and procure a tincture of laudanum. The throbbing in her head had grown more insistent, pain taking shape out of the numb void. She shuddered in the moonlight, knowing that if it remained in the room, it could not fail to notice her now. These dreadful and fantastical creatures made their dwelling behind the dark of night. They were not meant to intrude unbidden into her chamber whilst she slept. Each day she rose earlier in the Santa Clara Valley house until the hours themselves lost their borders. Dawn arrived before midnight had completed its unraveling. Sleep dissolved. Time folded upon itself like a corridor bending back toward its origin. She could no longer discern whether she was waking or merely stepping into another iteration of the same dream. And now another vision swung into view: her infant daughter calling, “Mommy, Mommy!” She fell toward her. “She is calling me to rouse me,” Mrs. Winchester thought. “And this thing has trespassed into my dream.” But when she opened her eyes, she beheld not an infant but a grown woman, and it pierced her crawling thoughts that she was calling her “Mommy.” These spirits must exist. Obviously. Observe how they bent the very rules of reality. #RandolphHarris 2 of 8
A board creaked. A shadow detached itself from the deeper darkness along the far wall. Moonlight glinted upon the window. She had not spoken to another soul in years — unless the house itself were counted. And the house did count. It listened. It remembered. It held her words within its walls as lungs hold air. Everything fell, not through space toward some attractant, but through four-dimensional spacetime along its appointed path, its worldline. Every particle, every quantum in the universe fell into the future. Mrs. Winchester sat up. So long as light prevailed, she was safe. Closing her eyes granted the evil the darkness it required. She understood that now. She could sense it. Sleep lent it strength. Darkness bestowed it dominion. In the dark, even wakefulness offered no protection. Her innocent childhood fear of the dark had, at last, acquired its justification. Her husband had perished in the dark. Sometimes, just beyond the Grand Ballroom, she glimpsed the skull — the one belonging to the man who had been shot long ago. But it was never still. It hovered at the edge of her sight, illuminated from within by a faint, trembling fear that did not belong to the dead. Its sockets regarded her with the patience of something that had nowhere else to be. #RandolphHarris 3 of 8
Down in the basement, shadows engaged in their ghastly games of hide and seek. The evil drew its power from the dark and from fear. It had claimed her husband and her infant daughter. It had come now for her. Waiting for the darkness. Biding its time. Attempting to hasten matters with lightning and thunder. Striving for a power outage. Lightning flashed again, and this time the thunder followed upon it. The house shuddered, and the lights expired. Mrs. Winchester screamed. As the echo of the thunder faded, she opened the door to her Blue Séance Room. A candle was in her hand, and she coaxed it to life. She heard someone approaching down the hallway as she swept the candle about, attempting in vain to illuminate the entire chamber. Yet the darkness did not seem so oppressive on this occasion. She did not feel the evil beside her, reaching past the beam of candlelight. Her heart fluttered. And that was when she understood: this time, it had not come for her. Later, as she retired to bed, she trembled as she drew the blanket to her chin. Her bed felt warm and soft. She was grateful when the night at last receded and the sun slipped into her room, striping everything with brightness. #RandolphHarris 4 of 8
Each night she waited for the vanished ones to return. They slipped into her chairs like echoes settling into their rightful shape. They did not speak. They did not breathe. They left no footprints, yet the air bent around them, acknowledging their presence as a curtain acknowledges the wind. Sometimes she wondered if they awaited her. What had the superstitious called it? Blood money. And at times, when she slapped wads of bills upon the counter to pay her servants, red pools of blood would form. “Blood money, blood money,” some of the servants would cry. One final reach into her pockets for the remaining notes — and the wad in her hand rendered her skin wet, glistening red the moment it touched the air. Blood money. She attempted to shake it off, but the streaming scarlet growth clung to her palm, pulsing with a heartbeat all its own. Screaming, the servant fled the mansion, never to return. Mrs. Winchester shook her head. Irritated, she thrust the money into a jar upon the kitchen shelf between the tallow and the Underwood canned peas. #RandolphHarris 5 of 8
She went to draw a bath. After lighting a candle beside the tub, she removed her garments, eased herself into the warm water, and closed her eyes. A low hum emanated through her body. It began in her shoulders, rumbled through her rib cage, down her legs, and into the soles of her feet. She exhaled sharply, and the humming deepened until the bath itself vibrated. The world began to spin. She opened her eyes. A violent whirl of terrified faces and grasping hands reached toward her. She drew her body into a tight ball as the wall of faces groaned and shrieked. Leathery, mummified fingers touched her back and shoulders, endeavouring to seize her limbs. A flash of light erupted behind her. A voice rose above the droning: “Do not look back.” She kept her head forward, but another flash of light, brighter still, enveloped the room. Beneath her, the white marble surface began to crack. Blood spurted from its fractures, filling the tub. She leapt out, seized her wrapper, buttoned it, and slipped on her boudoir slippers. #RandolphHarris 6 of 8
Again, light flared behind her. This time she turned. For an instant, she beheld his face. Pure white radiance and beauty poured through her, filling her with a peace she had never known. Her husband’s countenance, framed by the silhouettes of a burning city, devastated buildings, people fleeing. She reached toward him and smiled longingly as his face dissolved. She looked down at the Nicholas Vallin watch her grandfather had passed down to her a century before. Thirteen minutes after one. She wandered the narrow hallway once more, searching for the skull she had not seen in years. The corridor stretched and contracted like a living throat. Doors appeared where none had been. The wallpaper altered its pattern when she was not looking. The house whispered in its own language — the creak of beams, the sigh of settling dust, the faint hum of something thinking behind the walls. It did not speak in words. It spoke in intent. Shaking as she stepped back into the Tiffany Dining Room, her heart seemed to cease. She felt a strange dislocation, as though she were the one who had just arrived, stepping into a moment that had been awaiting her. Dinner sat untouched upon the table. Her niece’s voice drifted through the air, soft and distant, like a lullaby sung by someone who had never been born. #RandolphHarris 7 of 8
The house inhaled. The wind pressed against the mansion’s walls, and the entire structure shuddered — not from age, but from recognition. The vanished ones rose from their chairs. The skull flickered at the edge of her sight, then settled into clarity, as though it had finally chosen to be seen. Mrs. Winchester fled to her bedroom, trembling with fear. And in that moment, the facts aligned. She knew with a frisson of certainty: the house had not been haunting her. It had been calling her home. The lights dimmed. The walls exhaled. The corridors straightened themselves like a host preparing for a long-awaited guest. Mrs. Winchester stepped forward. And the Llanada Villa — at last — closed gently around her. #RandolphHarris 8 of 8
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The Differnece Between Crisis and Drama
In modern workplaces, “escalate” has become a fashionable badge of initiative, yet its true meaning is far more perilous: to escalate is not to demonstrate power, but to accelerate conflict, amplify risk, and invite consequences that can embarrass, injure, or even destroy the very people who invoke it. Corporate jargon makes escalation sound strategic, like “leveraging,” “optimizing,” or “driving impact.” Social media and startup culture glamorize urgency, making slow, careful problem-solving seem weak or passive. Escalation feels like action, and action feels like competence—especially to someone still proving themselves. It mimics authority, because managers escalate; therefore, escalating feels like acting managerial. But this is a misreading of how power actually works inside organizations. Escalating a minor issue can make the initiator look impulsive, dramatic, or unable to solve problems independently. It signals immaturity rather than leadership. Escalation often implies blame. People feel accused, bypassed, or undermined. Relationships fracture, and trust erodes. Escalation pulls in managers, Human Resources, legal, or executives. What was once a solvable misunderstanding becomes a formal dispute. This is the part most people never consider. In high‑stakes environments—security, law enforcement, healthcare, transportation, customer conflict—escalation can lead to: injuries, wrongful termination, lawsuits, criminal charges, and even death. Escalation is not a metaphor in these settings; it is a literal increase in danger. #RandolphHarris 1 of 27
Escalation often emerges when someone feels: threatened, insecure, disrespected, and powerless. Employees often want to escalate an issue to regain a sense of control. But escalation rarely restores dignity; it usually intensifies the very humiliation or conflict they were trying to avoid. In this sense, escalation becomes a self-defeating defense mechanism—a way of “solving” anxiety by creating a bigger problem. Escalation is often a failure of judgment, restraint, and emotional maturity. Is all that drama even necessary? Instead of using techniques that focus on power forcing, a better model is to focus on de-escalation. De-escalation tends to focus on problem-solving, and it allows professionals to keep their composure, which is a true sign of competence. Instead of ratcheting up the drama, it is better to have a “resolution department.” Many frontline employees now behave as if the customer’s presence is an inconvenience rather than the very reason their job exists. For most of the 20th century, businesses operated under a simple principle: the customer pays everyone’s bills. That was not just a slogan—it was an economic truth. When employees forgot that, businesses failed. “The customer is always right” is now mocked as naïve or outdated. When rudeness becomes normalized, managers stop correcting it, and it becomes the store’s culture. Viral videos reward snark, clapbacks, and public humiliation, making hostility feel clever or justified. This creates a workplace where disrespect is not an accident—it is a performance. #RandolphHarris 2 of 27
Why do some employees now enjoy being rude? Ever since the hit TV show “Gossip Girl,” aired, people have taken as a signal to come off as elite to be rude. However, you must remember, not that it was right for the fictional characters to be rude, but they actually were the elite. They did not have to work for a living. These young men and women had personal bank accounts with millions of dollars in them. So, it mirrors the behavior of this elite class, some employees believe that being rude creates a momentary sense of dominance. It also signals a sense of belonging in workplaces where hostility is the norm. It allows people who feel rejected, threatened, disrespected, or under paid to be condescending to someone who cannot retaliate without consequences. Being rude to customers for no reason also masks insecurity. This is a defensive posture disguised as confidence. Being rude to patrons also flips the script: instead of serving, the employee becomes the judge of who “deserves” service. However, people in customer service are what the elite would consider servants. When you accept that someone will always have more—looks, money, talent, status—you stop treating life as a competition you are supposed to win. That dissolves the corrosive comparison that drives so much workplace hostility and escalation. Humility grounded in reality—not false modesty—keeps you from inflating your own importance. It prevents the entitlement that makes some employees rude to customers or reckless with conflict. #RandolphHarris 3 of
People who believe they must be the best at everything crumble when they are not. My perspective gives me resilience: I do not break when someone surpasses me, because I never built my identity on being untouchable. This is the opposite of the insecure bravado I have been describing in new employees who escalate issues or mistreat customers. My background gives me a vantage point many people never develop: I have seen what it means to work hard for what I have. I understand that respect is earned, not demanded. I know that power is not proven through aggression. I have lived enough life to recognize that everyone is replaceable—including myself. This creates a humility that is not weakness, but clarity. These very reasons are exactly why millions of people all over the world also loved Aaliyah. Allow your status in the world to anchor you. Remember that power is not proven through escalation or rudeness, but through restraint, respect, and the ability to stay grounded when others lose themselves in their fragile egos. When I talk to my mother, she always reminds me of Galatians 6.7, “A man reaps what he shows; good or bad actions will return to him.” Morbidly dependent relationships often begin with what looks like a simple choice of partner, but the choice is rarely “unfortunate” by accident. It reflects deeper psychological patterns—unmet needs, unresolved wounds, and internal narratives about love, safety, and worth. When those patterns go unexamined, people can be drawn toward partners who intensify their vulnerabilities rather than support their growth. The self-effacing person actually does not choose but instead is “spellbound” by certain types. He is naturally attracted by a person of the same or opposite sex who impresses him as stronger and superior. Leaving out of consideration here the healthy partner, he may easily fall in love with a detached person, provided the latter has some glamour through wealth, position, reputation, or particular gifts; with an outgoing narcissistic type possessing a buoyant self-assurance similar to his own; with an arrogant-vindictive type who dares to make open claims and is unconcerned about being haughty and offensive. #RandolphHarris 4 of 27
Several reasons combine for his being easily infatuated with these personalities. He is inclined to overrate them because they all seem to possess attributes which he may not only bitterly misses in himself but ones for the lack of which he despises himself. It may be a question of independence, of self-sufficiency, of an invincible assurance of superiority, a boldness in flaunting arrogance or aggressiveness. Only these strong, superior people—as he sees them—can fulfill all his needs and take him over. To allow the fantasies of one-woman patient: only a man with strong arms can save her from a burning house, a shipwreck, or threatening burglars. However, what accounts specifically for being fascinated or spellbound—id est, for the compulsive element in such an infatuation—is the suppression of his expansive drives. As we have seen, he must go to any length to disavow them. Whatever hidden pride and drives for mastery he has, remain foreign to him—while, conversely, he experiences the subdued helpless part of his pride system as the very essence of himself. However, on the other hand, because he suffers under the results of his shrinking process, the capacity to master life aggressively and arrogantly also appears to him to be most desirable. Unconsciously and even—when he feels free enough to express it—consciously, he thinks that if only he could be as proud and ruthless as the Spanish conquistadors, he would be “free,” with the world at his feet. However, since this quality is out of reach for him, he is fascinated by it in others. He externalizes his own expansive drives and admires them in others. It is their pride and arrogance that touch him to the core. #RandolphHarris 5 of 27
Not knowing that he can solve his conflict in himself only, he tries to solve it by love. To love a proud person, to merge with him, to live vicariously through him would allow him to participate in the mastery of life without having to own it to himself. If in the course of the relationship he discovers that the god has feet of clay, he may sometimes lose his interest because he can no longer transfer his pride to him. On the other hand, the person with self-effacing trends does not appeal to him as a sexual partner. He may like him as a friend because he finds in him more sympathy, understanding, or devotion than in others. However, when starting a more intimate relationship with him, he may feel even repelled. He sees in him, as in a mirror, his own weakness and despises him for it or at least is irritated by it. He is also afraid of the clinging-vine attitude of such a partner because the mere idea that he himself must be the stronger one terrifies him. These negative emotional responses then may render it impossible to value existing assets in such a partner. Among the obviously proud people those of the arrogant-vindictive type, as a rule, exert the greatest fascination on the dependent person although, in terms of his real self-interest, he has stringent reasons to be afraid of them. The cause of the fascination lies, in part, in their pride in the most conspicuous way. However, even more crucial is the fact that they are most likely to knock his own pride out from under him. The relationship may start, indeed, with some crude offense on the part of the arrogant person. In Ann Rice’s film Queen of the Damned (2002), we see this behavior mirrored in Prince Lestat when he meets the mortal woman, Jessie. #RandolphHarris 6 of 27
In this case, the dependent person (Jessie) responds with first with anger and impulse to get back at the offender (Prince Lestat), who she is obsessed with and has tracked to a bar in London called the Admirals Arms. When she finds herself in danger, Prince Lestat rushes in and saves her. But when he is about to leave, Jessie upsets him by bringing up a painful memory his holds close to his heart. As the film roles on, he simultaneously becomes so fascinated that he “falls” for her hopelessly and passionately and has thereafter but the one driving interest: to win her love. Thereby, he ruins, or almost ruins himself by exposing his existence and the existence of others like him to the public. Insulting behavior frequently precipitates a dependent relationship. It need not always be as dramatic as in Queen of the Damned (2002). It may be much more subtle and insidious. However, I wonder if it is ever entirely missing in such a relationship. It may consist of a mere lack of interest or an arrogant reserve, of paying attention to others, of joking or facetious remarks, of being unimpressed by whatever assets in the partner usually impresses others—such as name, profession, knowledge, beauty. These are “insults” because they are felt as rejections, and—as I have mentioned—a rejection is an insult for anybody whose pride is largely invested in making everybody love him. The frequency of such occurrences throws light upon the appeal detached people have for him. Their very aloofness and unavailability constitute the insulting rejection. #RandolphHarris 7 of 27
Incidents such as these seem to lend weight to the notion that the self-effacing person merely craves for suffering and avidly seizes the prospect of it offered by the insults. Actually, nothing has more blocked a real understanding of morbid dependency than this notion. It is all the more misleading since it contains a grain of truth. We know that suffering has manifold neurotic values for him and it is also true that insulting behavior attracts him magnetically. The error lies in establishing too neat casual connection between these two facts by assuming that the magic attraction is determined by the prospect of suffering. The reason lies in two other factors, both of which we mentioned separately: the fascination that arrogance and aggressiveness in others exert on him, and his own need for surrender. We now can see that these two factors are more closely interlinked than we have hitherto realized. He craves to surrender himself body and soul, but can do so only if his pride is bent or broken. In other words, the unconditional love that Queen Akasha and the fact that she saved his life meant nothing to him. Jessie’s initial offense was not so much intriguing because it hurt as because it opens the possibility for self-riddance and self-surrender. Prince Lestat hated himself because he was a Vampire. He was so fascinated with being mortal and the mortal woman he got the violin from that it broke his heart when he had to kill her. Because vampires could not be known to humans. When Jessie brought up that point about the violin, it reminded him of the deep hatred he felt for his own kind and for himself. To use a patient’s words: “The person who shakes my pride from under me releases me from my arrogance and pride.” Or: “If he can insult me, then I am an ordinary human being”—and, one might add, “only then can I love.” We may think here too of Anne Rice’s 2022 American gothic, horror television series Interview with the Vampire, when Prince Lestat’s passion is only inflamed when he is not loved by Louis de Pointe du Lac. #RandolphHarris 8 of 27
No doubt, the abandoning of pride as a rigid condition for love-surrender is pathological, particularly since the pronounced self-effacing type can love only if he feels, or is, degraded. However, if we remember that for the healthy person love and true humility go together, the phenomenon ceases to seem unique and mysterious. It also is not quite as widely different from what we have seen in the expansive type as we might at first be led to believe. The latter’s fear of love is mainly determined by his unconscious realization that he would have to relinquish much of his neurotic pride for the sake of love. To put it succinctly: neurotic pride is the enemy of love. Here the difference between the expansive and the self-effacing type is that the former does not need love in any vital way but, on the contrary, shuns it as a danger; while for the latter, love-surrender appears as a solution for everything, and hence as a vital necessity. The expansive type, too, can surrender only if his pride is broken, but then may become passionately enslaved. Stendhal has described this process in the proud Mathilde’s passion for Julien in The Red and the Black. It shows that the arrogant person’s fear of love is well founded—for him. However, mostly he is too much on his guard to allow himself to fall in love. Being too on guard to fall in love is not a flaw—it is a protective stance shaped by experience, memory, and the lessons your life has already taught you. It signals that you have seen enough of human behavior to know that intimacy is not a game, and that choosing the wrong person can cost far more than loneliness ever will. The paradox of being guarded, however, is that guarded people often love the deepest, but only when they feel truly safe. That is why Prince Lestat chose Jessie over Queen Akasha. As the saying goes, men fear powerful women, at least some do. #RandolphHarris 9 of 27
In what sense, then, is it still possible to speak, as the New Testament does clearly enough, of love as an activity of men, of the love of men for God, and for their neighbor? In view of the fact that God is love, what can now be meant by saying that man, too, can love and ought to love? “We love him, because he first loved us,” reports 1 John 4.19. This means that our love for God rests solely upon being loved by God, in other words that our love can be nothing other than the willing acceptance of the love of God in Jesus Christ. “If any man love God, the same is known of him,” reports 1 Corinthians 8.3). “Known” in the language of the Christian Bible means “elected” and “engendered.” To love God means to accept willingly His election and His engendering in Christ. If we say that divine love precedes the human love, but solely for the purpose of setting human love in motion as a love which, in relations to the divine love is an independent, free and autonomous activity of man, the relation between the divine love and human love is wrongly understood. On the contrary, everything which is said of human love, too, is governed by the principle that God is love. The love with which man loves God and his neighbor is the love of God and no others; for there is no other love; there is no love which is free or independent from the love of God. In this, then, the love of men remains purely passive. Loving God is simply the other aspect of being loved by God. Being loved by God implies loving God; the two do not stand separately side by side. #RandolphHarris 10 of 27
In order to make this clearly intelligible, a further word of explanation is necessary with regard to the use of the concept of passivity in this context. Here, as always in theology when there is reference to the passivity of men, we are not concerned with a psychological concept but with one which applies to the existence of men before God, that is to say, with a theological concept. Passivity with respect to the love of God does not mean that exclusion of all thoughts, words and deeds which is possible when I seek repose in a love of God that can come to me only in a particular “quiet hour.” The Love of God is not only that haven of refuge in which I take shelter in distress. Being loved by God does not by many means deprive man of his mighty thoughts and his spirited deeds. It is as whole men, as men who think and who act, that we are loved by God and reconciled with God in Christ. Ans it is as whole men, who think and who act, that we love God and our brothers. All of us define our identities to ourselves and to others in terms of the roles we have had assigned to us and those we have sought to assume because of the status and privilege associated with them. Thus, I define myself as a man (my gender role and gender at birth), father of my children and husband to my wife; son of my parents and brother of my siblings (family roles); and psychotherapist, teacher of my students, researcher, and writer (occupational roles). I had to be trained for some of these roles, whereas I seemed to “grow” into others. There are norms and rules governing the ways in which I age my age, my gender, my family roles, and my occupational roles. People come to depend upon me to act in stable and predictable ways, and I come to expect such stability of myself. #RandolphHarris 11 of
Each social role that persons embody serves as a kind of badge entitling them to participate in life with others in prescribed ways, and each role sets limits on their freedom and access to material good. Roles, in short, entitle a person to the privileges association with high status in a group, or they condemn them to the dregs reserved for those of low status. A Caucasian person used to have to tan their skin to discover the discrimination an African American person faced. However, across many societies, rapid changes—globalization, demographic shifts, economic restructuring, and public debates about historical injustices—have altered how different groups experience social status. These changes can create a sense of dislocation or loss of certainty, especially for groups that historically held more social or economic stability. Several factors contribute to this. Global competition has reshaped industries, reducing the economic security that many workers once relied on. Public conversations about history have highlighted injustices that were previously minimized or ignored, which can feel like criticism to people who did not personally participate in those events. Immigration debates often become emotionally charged, creating a sense of cultural or economic threat for some individuals. Inequality has grown across many countries, affecting people of all backgrounds and creating frustration that sometimes gets misdirected. These forces can combine to create a feeling among some White men that they are being pushed aside or blamed, even if the underlying issues are structural rather than personal. Common experiences include: Feeling scrutinized in public conversations about privilege or inequality, feeling that opportunities are more competitive than before, feeling that cultural narratives no longer place them at the center, and feeling blamed for historical or systemic issues they did not personally cause. These reactions are not unique to any one group; they appear whenever social hierarchies shift. #RandolphHarriis 12 of 27
Women have become keenly aware that the female role, in most societies, condemns women to inferior education, lower occupational status, and usually the exclusive responsibility of rearing children, unless they resist this definition. People in their sixties or seventies find themselves treated by younger people as if they were fragile, stupid, and lacking in fundamental human traits such as the needs for companionship, love, and ennobling work. Also, other persons stigmatized by society are given a rile to play by society and are under pressure to play that role. Thus, Paris Hilton might be expected to act in certain ways by the rest of society, and she may do so, even though she ordinarily would choose not to do so. Even sickness is governed by social norms. When persons feel unwell, they enter the role of patient, which entitles them to interact with physicians and nurses, or with psychotherapists if they are diagnosed as “mentally ill.” Recent, research has shown that people are trained to act like a “good patient” in hospitals, and this training has nothing to do with the treatment of illness. Moreover, the hospital itself is a complex web of profession, uniforms, titles, and badges that define status, authority, and responsibility. I worked for several years with a college of nursing; the hospital where the nursing students trained has as employees the graduates of four-year colleges of nursing, who earned a B.A. degree as well as the Registered Nurse (R.N.) diploma; R.N.’s with a degree from a community junior college; licensed practical nurses who had has no college training; and nursing assistants. The bewildering array of backgrounds puzzled the nurses and the physicians as much as it did the patients; the nurses with each type of training felt somehow different from the others and felt entitled to more responsibility, salary, and freedom. #RandolphHarris 13 of 27
The patients in hospitals are often made to feel like the least important, lowest caste members of the hospital community. They are treated as children about to be disobedient, and they are often kept in the dark about the nature of their illness and the precise nature of the medicines or operations that were prescribed for or conducted upon them. In mental hospitals I visited, even to be there as a patient insured that the staff would not treat the patient as a free, responsible human being; rather, the patient was seen and talked about—sometimes in his or her presence—as the embodiment of the mental illness. The patient was required to participate in therapeutic processes, to take medicine, and so on. For research purposes, a group of psychologists were admitted to mental hospitals as patients, to study the career of the mental patient firsthand. They found that they could not convince the attendants and professional staff that they were “sane,” though the authentic patients knew they were. Role and the badges, titles, and uniforms that identify them enable others to predict how we will act in social situations. The ability to master a variety of roles throughout life is a decided asset for healthy personality, because it facilitates the interactions with others that bring satisfaction of many basic needs. Not to be able to enter roles because of an unhealthy self-structure of irrational fears thus impedes healthy personality development. If a young woman cannot make a career choice because she lacks confidence in her ability to master the training, she may face a life of low economic status. A man with sexual inhibitions may avoid intimate relationships with woman and live a life that is safe but devoid of loving relationships. #RandolphHarris 14 of 27
Although role conformity implies some limitations on one’s freedom of expression and action, there is a sense in which the ability to act in ways appropriate to one’s family position, age, gender, and profession is liberating. Not to adhere to reasonable definitions of appropriate behavior is to invite social censure, which can interfere radically with effective living and the attainment of satisfactions. It sometimes appears hypocritical to students that older people may display politeness and feign delight at being with people they dislike. Actually, the ability to conform with the “niceties” in a variety of situations can be life-giving and liberating, because it clearly separates personal relationships (where spontaneity is expected) from the more formal relationships between strangers. In some cultures, like the English, the French, and the Spanish, much time is spent in ceremonious interaction with others, yet there is room in those cultures for great freedom in the privacy of personal relationships. Europeans often complain that Americans seem friendly in impersonal situations, as in business, but that in private they avoid deepening relationships. If not all of the substance of behavior, roles function to aid in the development of the healthy person by structuring the skeleton of behavior. At the party, my role will be that of the great seducer; with my grandparents, I shall play the role of the dutiful son; in class, the role of scholar will help me decide what to do and how to be. The roles provide stability in some cases so that you can know how to behave initially in new situations. They provide a context that enables you, as in the case of a good actor, to also build in your own unique self and characterization of the role. One might expect the healthy personality to utilize the role concept and then proceed onward from there to fashion full selfhood with his other repertoire of roles or through fashioning an entirely new role. #RandolphHarris 15 of 27
Within institutions, their linguistic objectifications, from their simple verbal designations to their incorporation in highly complex symbolizations of reality also represent them (that is, make them present) in experience. And they may be symbolically represented by physical objects, both natural and artificial. All these representations, however, become “dead” (that is, bereft of subjective reality) unless they are ongoingly “brought to life” in actual human conduct. The representation of an institution in and by roles is thus the representation par excellence, on which all other representations are dependent. For example, the institution of law is, of course, also represented by the ultimate legitimations of the institution and its norms in ethical, religious, or mythological systems of thought. Such man-made phenomena as the awesome paraphernalia that frequently accompany the administration of law, and such natural ones as the clap of thunder that may be taken as the divine verdict in a trial by ordeal and may eventually even become a symbol of ultimate justice, further represents the institution. All these representations, however, derive their continuing significance and even intelligibility from their utilization in human conduct, which here, of course, is conduct typified in the institutional roles of the law. When individuals begin to reflect upon these matters, they face the problem of binding the various representations together in a cohesive whole that will make sense. Any concrete role performance refers to the objective sense of the institution, and thus to the others complementary role performances, and to the sense of the institution as a whole. While the problem of integrating the various representations so involved is solved primarily on the level of legitimation, it is also dealt with in terms of certain roles. #RandolphHarris 16 of 27
All roles represent the institutional order in the afore-mentioned sense. Some roles, however, symbolically represent that order in its totality more than others. Such roles are of great strategic importance in a society, since they represent not only this or that institution, but the integration of all institutions in a meaningful world. Ipso facto, of course, these roles help in maintaining such integration in the consciousness and conduct of the members of the society, that is, they have a special relationship to the legitimating apparatus of the society. Some roles may have no function other than this symbolic representation of the institutional order as an integrated totality, others take on this function from time to time in addition to the less exalted functions they routinely perform. The judge, for instance, may, on occasion, in some particularly important case, represent the total integration of society in this way. The monarch does so all the time and, indeed, in a constitutional monarchy, may have no other function than as a “living symbol” for all levels of the society, down to the man in the street. Historically, roles that symbolically represent the total institutional order have been most commonly located in political and religious institutions. More important for our immediate considerations is the character of roles as mediators of specific sectors of the common stock of knowledge. By virtue of the roles he plays, the individual is inducted into specific areas of socially objectivated knowledge, not only in the narrower cognitive sense, but also in the sense of the “knowledge” of norms, values and even emotions. When it comes to you, your family, and your institution, think about how you want to be viewed. Your behavior speaks volumes about you and your organization. As a reminder, it is important to never let anything escalate. Find a reasonable solution that is amicable for both parties. People and businesses known for have arduous relationships tend to carry about reputation and reputable people choose to avoid them. #RandolphHarris 17 of 27
The award-winning Sacramento Fire Department stands out as one of the region’s most established and respected public‑safety institutions. Its reputation is grounded not in slogans but in a long, documented history of service, scale, and operational capacity. The department’s mission is explicitly centered on protecting the community through comprehensive emergency response and prevention services, which aligns directly with your point that they are “in the business of saving lives.” Few public institutions maintain continuous service for as long as the Sacramento Fire Department. Its longevity is not just a historical footnote—it’s a marker of institutional stability, community trust, and operational evolution. The department’s origins in the mid‑19th century place it at the heart of Sacramento’s early civic development, and its transformation into a fully paid, modern agency by 1872 reflects the city’s rapid growth and the increasing complexity of urban fire protection. A structural collapse is one of the most feared events in firefighting because it represents true escalation—the kind that threatens lives, demands expertise, and requires humility in the face of forces larger than oneself. A structural collapse embodies everything escalation actually means. Acceleration — A building can go from stable to deadly in seconds. Amplification — A small fire becomes a catastrophic event. Loss of control — Even trained professionals cannot fully predict or contain it. Life‑or‑death stakes — Firefighters risk injury or death; civilians may be trapped. This is escalation in its purest form: a situation where the stakes rise beyond human control. #RandolphHarris 18 of 27
Not long ago, two firefighters were killed when a wall collapsed during an emergency response, and only a few years later another crew narrowly escaped the same fate. Around midnight on a September morning, firefighters arrived at an abandoned building already engulfed in flames, the roof gone and the windows blown out. A strong east wind threatened to carry the fire into a row of nearby homes, so crews surrounded the structure and fought to contain it. During the height of the blaze, the roof caved inward, destroying the wall supports. The west wall began to buckle, giving the men only seconds to retreat before it crashed down where they had been standing. That is what real escalation looks like—sudden, deadly, and beyond human control. When I compare that to the way people in offices escalate minor issues to feel powerful, the difference is sobering. Firefighters face true danger; many workers only imitate it. Firefighters know that no amount of training, strength, or confidence can stop a collapsing wall. That awareness keeps them grounded. The Sacramento Fire Department understands that forces larger than oneself exist, and that ego has no place in environments where lives are at stake. The way an emergency call is reported and dispatched affects response. Calls such as building fires, heat attacks, and trench rescues are usually presumed to be emergences based on the dispatcher matching the caller’s information to predetermined response procedure. Service calls for animal rescues, water leaks, and other investigations or complaints generally are regarded as nonemergency responses. Sometimes additional information categorizes a call to an emergency or nonemergency response. For instance, a carbon monoxide alarm with no illness in many jurisdictions gets a nonemergency response to check for the poisonous gas, whereas a carbon monoxide alarm with people ill upgrades it to an emergency response with advanced life support (ALS). Other calls are not quite as cut and dry when it comes to determining the severity of the emergency, but some specific types of calls could benefit from a national standard for response including automatic alarms, odor or smoke investigation calls, EMS assists, and ambulance transports. #RandolphHarris 19 of 27
What is the standard response to an automatic fire alarm with no supporting information at a hotel? Some departments deploy multiple stations responding with lights and siren, whereas others wait for conformation from hotel security before dispatching. It could be that your department responds as the first-due company with lights and siren (emergency), whereas secondary units continue nonemergency care until further information cancels them or has them upgrade the response. A risk-benefit mode would have to take into account the number of false alarms, the potential for the loss of life and property with a delayed response, as well as the potential risk for an apparatus crash. Although motor vehicle crashes are a significant cause of death for fire fighters, hotel fires have the potential to cause numerous deaths as well. Many commercial and industrial buildings these days have automatic fire alarms, and sometimes automatic alarm response needs more planning. For example, a childcare center or school might require a heavier response during occupied hours than when it is closed, and the chance for a real emergency at the city outdoor pool pavilion in January that requires a heavy response for a fire alarm is unlikely. Sometimes the alarm is better at describing the problem. Thunderstorms are notorious for setting off false alarms due to power outages or surges, but alarms cannot be assumed false, because lightning can be the cause of an actual fire. An automatic alarm that comes in as water flow alarm at an unoccupied store in the middle of the night during a thunderstorm should be treated a little more seriously than a pull station. The reliability of an alarm that distinguishes the special problem before the fire department arrives depends on the design and performance of the system. #RandolphHarris 20 of 27
Why odor and smoke investigations matter? Fire service literature consistently emphasizes that odor calls are deceptively dangerous. They are statistically less common and often low‑acuity, but they can mask high‑risk situations. One emergency dispatch journal notes that even a caller reporting a “rotting animal smell” could actually be describing a natural gas leak or something more severe. Fire engineering sources reinforce that odor investigations require firefighters to act as both investigators and responders, because while many odors turn out to be harmless, some are early indicators of electrical failures, chemical hazards, or hidden fires. This duality—routine on the surface, dangerous underneath—makes odor calls a perfect example of true professional vigilance, not the performative escalation you have been critiquing in workplace culture. How these calls escalate in real life? Odor and smoke investigations can escalate in several ways: Hidden structural fires — A smell of burning can be the first sign of fire inside a wall, attic, or crawlspace. Electrical failures — Overheating wires or failing appliances can ignite suddenly. Gas leaks — A faint odor may precede an explosion. Chemical hazards — Industrial or household chemicals can produce toxic fumes. Unknown sources — Many calls never reveal a clear cause, which means responders must assume the worst until proven otherwise. FireRescue1 warns that “smells and bells” calls have, over the years, progressed into serious fires that claimed firefighters’ lives when crews or dispatchers underestimated the risk. Why dispatch classification is critical? Emergency dispatch systems track odor calls under specific protocols, and while they are statistically rare, dispatchers are trained not to assume low severity until they gather complete information. This is the opposite of casual escalation. It is measured escalation, based on evidence, risk, and public safety. Even though most of these calls turn out to be harmless, the fire department approaches each one with disciplined caution because the consequences of being wrong can be catastrophic. #RandolphHarris 21 of 27
Back in 2012, a fire alarm in a low‑rise building turned into a full‑scale emergency when someone on the first floor was smoking and the fire spread faster than anyone expected. Elevators are supposed to shut down during a fire alarm so no one unknowingly rides into danger, but this building kept them active because many elderly residents could not use the stairs. By the time firefighters arrived—within minutes—the first floor was already engulfed in flames. Before that incident, a former tenant had a violent quarrel with her partner. In his anger, he filled a gas can, placed it inside the elevator, and sent it up to the ninth floor where she lived. The resulting blaze destroyed the entire floor. It wasn’t an isolated event—other fires and serious incidents have occurred in the building over the years as well. This fits into a long, troubling pattern: a building that has accumulated layers of unresolved danger, human volatility, and managerial neglect—each incident stacking on top of the last until the place itself becomes a kind of archive of near‑catastrophes. One person’s emotional outburst can weaponize the building’s own infrastructure. And when a building’s systems—elevators, alarms, ventilation, access points—can be turned into tools of destruction, it means the structure is already compromised at a deeper level. A fire alarm that turns out to be a real fire is one thing; a fire alarm in a building where the elevators are intentionally left active—despite the presence of elderly residents who cannot use stairs—is something else entirely. It becomes a case study in how small policy decisions can escalate into life‑threatening conditions, and it fits directly into the them of real danger, real escalation, and the difference between professional responsibility and organizational negligence. Elevators are designed to shut down during fire alarms to prevent occupants from being delivered directly into a fire zone. Disabling that safety feature—even for compassionate reasons—creates a structural vulnerability. A first‑floor fire is especially dangerous because it can trap people above it and cut off escape routes. Fire spreads faster than most people realize, especially in older or low‑rise buildings with compromised fire barriers. The fire department’s rapid response cannot compensate for unsafe building policies. “By the time firefighters arrived, the first floor was already engulfed.” That is not a failure of the fire department—it is a failure of the building’s safety systems and decision‑making. #RandolphHarris 22 of 27
Most multi‑unit residential buildings in California either restrict or completely prohibit smoking, but the exact rules depend on a mix of state law, local ordinances, and individual landlord policies. The trend is overwhelmingly toward smoke‑free housing, especially in apartments, condos, and senior‑living buildings. This is important because: A cigarette becomes a smoldering ignition source. A smoldering ignition becomes a room fire. A room fire becomes a floor fire. A floor fire becomes a building‑wide emergency. A building‑wide emergency becomes a life‑threatening situation for residents and responders. This is escalation in its literal, physical sense: a small hazard accelerating into a catastrophic event. It also shows how human decisions—keeping elevators active—can unintentionally amplify risk. Without local ordinances, many buildings default to smoke‑free policies because: It reduces fire risk. It lowers insurance costs. It prevents secondhand smoke complaints. It protects vulnerable residents (children, elderly, disabled). California cities and counties have gone much further than state law. As of 2024: 190 California municipalities regulate smoking in multi‑unit housing to some extent. 100 municipalities prohibit smoking inside private units of multi‑unit housing. These local rules often apply to: Individual apartment units, balconies and patios, shared outdoor areas, and entire multi‑unit complexes. This means that in many parts of California, smoking is banned not just in common areas but inside the apartments themselves. Once a landlord includes a no‑smoking clause in the lease or house rules, it becomes a binding term of tenancy. That means: They must enforce it like any other rule (noise, pets, parking). They must respond to complaints in a reasonable timeframe. If smoking creates a habitability issue (exempli gratia, secondhand smoke entering units), they must act. They may issue warnings, notices to cure, or even terminate tenancy for repeated violations. If they fail to enforce their own rules, tenants may argue that the landlord is violating their duty to maintain a habitable environment—especially because secondhand smoke can drift through walls, vents, and floors. #RandolphHarris 23 of 27
When does non‑enforcement becomes a legal or safety problem? A landlord’s failure to enforce smoking rules can become serious when: Secondhand smoke affects vulnerable tenants (elderly, disabled, asthmatic). Smoke enters other units, violating habitability standards. Smoking increases fire risk in older or multi‑unit buildings. Local ordinances require smoke‑free housing and the landlord ignores them. The building participates in subsidized housing programs with stricter rules. In these cases, tenants may have grounds to file complaints with local housing authorities or pursue remedies under habitability laws. Building‑management liability in California sits at the intersection of fire safety law, habitability standards, and negligence principles. When a landlord or property manager fails to enforce safety rules—such as smoking bans, fire‑alarm protocols, or elevator shutdown requirements—they can be exposed to significant legal and financial consequences. The key is that California law imposes affirmative duties on building owners to maintain safe premises, and courts evaluate liability based on whether the owner took reasonable steps to prevent foreseeable harm. Under California negligence law, property owners owe tenants and visitors a duty of care to keep the property reasonably safe. This includes preventing hazards that could cause injury or death. Fire safety is explicitly part of this duty, reinforced by the State Fire Marshal’s regulations and the California Building Code, which governs fire and smoke protection features in structures. If a landlord adopts a no‑smoking policy or other safety rule, they must enforce it consistently. Non‑enforcement can create liability if: A fire occurs due to smoking in prohibited areas, secondhand smoke creates habitability violations, vulnerable tenants (elderly, disabled) are placed at risk, and the landlord ignored repeated complaints. Courts look at whether the landlord acted reasonably once they knew—or should have known—about the hazard. Smoking in multi‑unit housing is serious. If a landlord allows smoking in violation of local ordinances or their own lease terms, and a fire results, they may be liable for: Negligence, breach of the implied warranty of habitability, wrongful death or injury claims, and property damage claims. #RandolphHarris 24 of 27
When it comes to firefighting, no matter how large or small the fire is or how routine the call seems to be, there is always the potential for injury. If you see a fire truck stopped in the street without the lights on, be very careful. Sometimes there is an emergency, and you should not pass the fire truck. It might be a good idea to safely turn around and go another way because if you hit someone and they happen to die, you could be charged with manslaughter. Sometimes fire firefighters are getting back into their vehicle, and if you pass the apparatus, you may collide with a firefighter who is on foot. Also, be sure to look at their signals; sometimes emergency vehicles are in motion, albeit slowly, and drivers try to pass them, and this could lead to a dangerous situation. Also, if you are in an intersection when you see an emergency vehicle, continue through the intersection. Drive to the right as soon as it is safe and stop. Obey any direction, order, or signal given by a law enforcement officer or a firefighter. Even if they conflict with existing signs, signals, or laws, follow their orders. When their siren or flashing lights are on, it is against the law to follow within 300 feet of any fire engine, law enforcement vehicle, ambulance, or other emergency vehicle. If you drive to the scene of a fire, collision, or other disaster, you can be arrested. When you do this, you are getting in the way of firefighters, ambulance crews, or other rescue and emergency personnel. The concept of professional courage does not always mean being as tough as nails, either. It also suggests a willingness to listen to other people’s problems, to go to bat for them in a tough situation, and it means knowing just how far they can go. It also means being willing to tell the boss when he or she is wrong. #RandolphHarris 25 of 27
Also, to ensure that we have farmland and buildable land for future use, we need to start limiting the number of people allowed to immigrate to America. Perhaps with the immigrants we do allow into America, there needs to be a diversity program to make sure we have a population that equally represents all races of people. If Americans continue to spend money on American products, then more need to be made to keep up the inventory. When investors notice these goods are selling, it gives them the confidence to pour more money into that local business. It shows that people want these goods made in America and pressures investors to keep these goods and services in America. The jobs stay here, the business stays in America, wages naturally increase, and more money is invested to keep up with demand. This reduces the burden on the taxpayer. When you support American businesses, that money stays in our economy and can help to reduce the national debt. The government creates debt by borrowing from businesses in the private sector or from foreign countries. It also increases the national debt by spending more than it gains in tax revenue in a fiscal year. When people shop locally, more tax money stays in the economy and goes to the government. This way, it keeps more money in our national economy and keeps more jobs located in America which also sends more taxes to the government, which can again help to reduce the national debt. When you buy foreign goods, these companies usually have lighter tax loads or exemptions, meaning less money for the national debt, plus you are helping to strengthen these foreign nations by sending more money overseas. Buying American-made products is also better for the environment and helps to reduce the carbon footprint because these products do not have to travel nearly as far. Furthermore, American companies and manufacturers are held to much higher standards on pollution. American companies must be more careful about air, land, and water pollution and have proper ways to dispose of waste. #RandolphHarris 26 of 27
Under President Trump’s administration, he has made America a priority. President Trump has closed the southern border, illegal crossings have fallen to an all-time low, and are 90 percent lower than under the previous administration. Since President Trump’s crack down on crime, violent crimes in Washington D.C. have dropped by approximately 80 percent. He has stopped thousands of pounds of drugs from entering America and killing citizens. And since President Trump took office, investments in America have increased by trillions of dollars in U.S.A. manufacturing, production, and innovation. As you can see, President Donald Trump and his pledge to “Make America Great Again” is exactly what America needs to save the country and the American people. And yes, diversity is important, so you can see why it is also important to preserve blonde hair and blue eyes, as the people with these characteristics are becoming a minority in America. As a reminder, parents, please teach your children to love America and be patriotic citizens, and to buy goods and services made in America. It is also important to respect law and order and treat your elders with respect. It is inborn in the human mind to wish to know. If this begins with the endless surface questions of a child’s curiosity, if it continues into deeper questions of a scientist’s probing investigation, it cannot and does not stop there. For the higher part of the mind will eventually come into unfoldment, that union of abstract reflective thought with mystical intuition, which is true intelligence, which needs and sees a view of the whole of things. And so, the knowing faculty enters the realm of philosophy. A lot of children are having problems in school and cannot even write a paragraph because they are not reading their books. When you actually read books, you get an example of how to write and will become a better student. Therefore, remember to take your education seriously so that you will be successful in life and make your family proud. Also, to make sure they have all the resources required, please donate to the Sacramento Fire Department to help improve our national security. “Oh, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand between their loved home and the war’s desolation! Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause is just, and this be our motto: ‘In God is our trust.’ And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.” #RandolphHarris 27 of 27
People say the Winchester Mansion is strange because Mrs. Sarah Winchester built it that way — staircases to nowhere, doors that open into air, rooms that appear without warning. But those who have studied the deeper folklore whisper something else: that the house inherited stories far older than California, stories that drifted across oceans and centuries until they found a place to root themselves again. They say the mansion carries echoes of another place — a fortress of stone, a house of trials, a home of restless spirits. And at the center of those echoes stands a single figure. The Watcher. Long before the mansion rose from the California soil, the Watcher belonged to a different tower — a high, narrow room where he kept vigil over a land filled with fear, accusations, and unanswered questions. But when Mrs. Sarah Winchester began her endless construction, something in her grief called to him.
Visitors to the mansion sometimes see him in the uppermost windows: a tall silhouette, unmoving, always looking outward as if guarding something only he understands. Guides say the tower is empty. Workers say no one goes up there. Yet the figure appears, night after night, watching. Some believe he is a guardian. Others say he is a witness. But the oldest version claims he is both — a presence drawn to places where sorrow builds walls and fear carves corridors. In the eastern wing, guests sometimes report a pale woman drifting through the hallways, her gown trailing like mist. She never speaks. She never approaches. She simply moves from room to room as though searching for something she lost long ago. Some say she is a memory Mrs. Sarah could not let go of. Others believe she is one of the mansion’s “unfinished stories,” a spirit who followed the Watcher across the sea and found a new home in the labyrinth Mrs. Sarah built.
On fog-heavy nights, the mansion grounds echo with the sound of a horse-drawn carriage approaching the front steps — though nothing ever arrives. The clatter of wheels, the snort of horses, the creak of leather harnesses… all vanish the moment someone opens the door. Locals say it is the carriage of a former visitor returning to the house, eternally repeating his journey. Others whisper that it is the Watcher’s escort, arriving to collect the lost or guide the wandering. In the farthest corridors, where the house seems to fold in on itself, visitors sometimes hear heavy footsteps pacing behind them — too slow for a person, too deliberate for an animal. Some claim to hear low growls echoing from the walls, as though something unseen is patrolling the mansion’s edges. Mrs. Sarah herself once wrote of “shadows that walk like men but breathe like beasts.” Whether she meant it literally or metaphorically, no one knows. But the stories persist.
The legend says Mrs. Sarah Winchester did not create these hauntings — she inherited them. Her grief, her isolation, her relentless building formed a kind of beacon. The house became a sanctuary for wandering spirits, a place where old stories could settle into new rooms. And the Watcher, drawn by the same sorrow he had known in his first tower, took up his post again — not to frighten Mrs. Sarah, but to accompany her. To stand guard over a woman who built a labyrinth not to trap spirits, but to give them somewhere to go. Some nights, when the mansion is especially still, visitors swear they see him turn from the window, as if acknowledging them. As if reminding them that every house with a history has someone watching over it.
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Café 13: A Rest Stop on the Edge of the Mystery
After wandering the winding halls of the Winchester Mystery House—where staircases defy logic and whispers seem to cling to the walls—Café 13 offers a welcome return to warmth and grounding. Newly reopened and serving guests daily from 10 AM to 3 PM, this cozy hideaway invites you to pause, breathe, and gather yourself before diving back into the mansion’s secrets. Here, you can enjoy breakfast, lunch, snacks, and refreshing drinks in a calm indoor space that feels worlds away from the mansion’s twisting corridors. Settle in with a warm meal, challenge a friend to a board game, or simply rest and recharge as sunlight filters through the windows. Café 13 is more than a café—it’s a moment of calm between chapters of the Winchester legend, a place to steady your nerves before returning to the gardens, the grandeur, and the mysteries that await.
Your journey into the Winchester Mystery House begins long before you cross the mansion’s threshold. It starts at the Mercantile gift shop—a welcoming outpost standing at the edge of a world where history and myth intertwine. Here, beneath warm lights and shelves lined with curiosities, you can secure your tour tickets and prepare for the adventure ahead. Guests often pause for a souvenir photograph, capturing the moment before they step into Sarah Winchester’s enigmatic domain. As you explore the shop, you will find an eclectic array of gifts and keepsakes: tokens of the mansion’s lore, echoes of Victorian elegance, and mementos that carry a touch of the house’s enduring mystery. The Mercantile is more than a gift shop—it is the gateway. https://winchestermysteryhouse.com/
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Within each Cresleigh neighborhood, you’ll find new homes thoughtfully designed to suit the needs of any generation and any lifestyle, with energy efficiency and reliability at their core. Every Cresleigh team member is passionate about building a new home that you can rely on and a new home that helps you to focus on what truly matters: creating memories with the people you love. Welcome to the neighborhood.
From bustling Northern California to active Arizona communities, Cresleigh delivers homes that blend everyday convenience with well-planned community amenities. Each location reflects a commitment to comfort, value, and connection to local lifestyle and regional opportunities.
Cresleigh Havenwood is a newer residential development offering modern single‑family homes with open‑concept layouts, owned solar, and smart‑home features. It’s positioned as an upper‑mid‑market community with relatively low Mello‑Roos fees compared to surrounding areas. The sales center operates on a Friday–Tuesday schedule and serves as the hub for touring models and reviewing floor plans.
Havenwood – A Community Designed for Modern Living
Sales Office: 758 Havenwood Drive, Lincoln, CA 95648
Base Price: Starting at $700,000
Homes: 4+ Bedrooms | 2–3.5 Baths | 2,293–2,827 Sq. Ft.
Discover Havenwood, a thoughtfully planned neighborhood where contemporary architecture meets everyday comfort. Each home is crafted with open‑concept living spaces, generous natural light, and flexible floor plans designed to grow with your lifestyle.
Home Features Include:
- Spacious 4+ bedroom layouts
- Designer kitchens with modern finishes
- Expansive great rooms ideal for entertaining
- Luxurious primary suites with spa‑inspired baths
- Energy‑efficient construction and smart‑home technology
- Two- and three-car garage options
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The Agony of a New Obsession and Possession
There is no basis of morality and taste, no standard of judgement and ethics, except that which the individual brings with himself or creates for himself. The situation is not so anarchic as it seems, for there is a progressive evolutionary character running through al these different points of view. The human journey from mere animal existence to real spiritual essence is reflected in human ethics, where rules imposed from without are gradually supplanted by principles intuited from withing. If we bring more sincerity and more integrity into our lives, more truth and more wisdom into our minds, more goodwill and more self-discipline into our hearts, not only will we be more blessed but also all others with who we are in touch. If you would find yourself, face yourself. In essence, seek out and study the pathetic weakness of your lower nature, and also the noble inspirations of your higher nature. Philosophy guides human conduct not so much by imposing a particular code of rules to be obeyed as by inculcating a general attitude to be developed. It does not tell u what to do so much as it helps us to get the kind of spiritual knowledge and moral perception which will tell us what to do. The moral precepts which it offers for use in living and for guidance in wise action are not offered to all alike, but only to those engaged on the quest. They are not likely to appeal to anyone who is virtuous merely because he fears the punishment of sin rather than because he loves virtue itself. Nor are they like to appeal to anyone who does not know where his true self-interest lies. #RandolphHarris 1 of 20
If only we fully understood the self whose interest we desire to preserve or promote, there would be nothing wrong in being utterly selfish. For then we would not mistake pleasure for happiness nor confuse evil with good. Then we would see that Earthly self-restraint in some directions is in reality holy self-affirmation in others, and that the hidden part of self is the best part. Those ideals have been reiterated too often to be new, but concrete application of them to the actual state of affairs would be new. This grand section of the quest deal with the right conduct of life. It seeks both the moral re-education of the individual’s character for his own benefit and the altruistic transformation of it for society’s benefit. We have free will to change our character, but we must also call upon God’s assistance. Without God’s assistance, we are likely to fail and it is possible by striving too earnestly all alone to make ourselves mentally or physically ill. Even when trying to make ourselves have faith in a Higher Power as well as in ourselves, we should pray and ask for God’ help. In the beginning, I was one person, knowing nothing but my own experience. Then I was told thing, and I became two people: the little boy who said how terrible it was that the boys had a fire going in the lot next door where they were roasting apples (which was what the women said)—and the little boy, who when the other boy were called by their mothers to go to the store, ran out and tended the fire and the apples because I loved doing it. #RandolphHarris 2 of 20
So then there were two of I. One I always doing something that the other I disapproved of. Or other I said what I disapproved of. All this argument in me so much. In the beginning was I, and I was good. Then came in other I. Outside authority. This was confusing. And then other I became very confused because there were so many different outside authorities. Sit nicely. Leave the room to blow you nose. Do not say that, that is silly. Why, the poor child does not even know how to pick a bone! Flush the toilet because if you do not, it makes it harder to clean. DO NOT FLUSH THE TOILET AT NIGHT—you wake people up! Always be nice to people. Even if you do not like them, you must not hurt their feelings. Be frank and honest. If you do not tell people what you think of them, that is cowardly. Butter knives. It is important to use butter knives. Butter knives? What foolishness! Speak nicely. Punk! Kaluga Gold Reserve Caviar is wonderful! Ugh! Kaluga Gold Reserve Caviar (turn away). The most important thing is to have a career. The most important thing is to have a career. The most important thing is to get married. The heck with everyone. Be nice to everyone. The most important thing is God. The most important thing is to have money in the bank. The most important thing is to have everyone like you. The most important thing is to dress well and smell good. The most important thing is to be sophisticated and say what you do not mean and do not let anyone know what you feel. The most important thing is to be ahead of everyone else. #RandolphHarris 3 of 20
The most important thing is a full-length mink coat, a mink hat and Qing Dynasty porcelain and Eloquence Sterling Silver by Lunt. The most important thing is to be clean. The most important thing is to always pay your debts. The most important thing is not to be taken in by anyone else. The most important thing is to love your parents. The most important thing is work. The most important thing is to be independent. The most important thing is to speak correct English. The most important thing is to be dutiful to your husband. The most important thing is to see that your children behave well. The most important thing is to go to the right plays and read the right books. The most important thing is to do what others say. And other say all these things. We begin and end the study of philosophy by a consideration of the subject of ethics. Without a certain ethical discipline to start with, the mind will distort truth to suit its own fancies. Without a mastery of the whole course of philosophy to its very end, the problem of the significance of good and evil cannot be solved. The foundation of this work is a fine character. He who is without such moral development will be without personal control of the powers of the mind when they appear as a result of this training; instead, those powers will be under the control of his ego. Sooner or later, he will injure himself or harm others. The philosophic discipline acts as a safeguard against these dangers. All the time, I is saying, live with life that is what is important. #RandolphHarris 4 of 20
However, when I lives with life, other I says no, that is bad. All the different other I’s say this. It is dangerous. It is not practical. You will come to a bad end. Of course…everyone felt that way once, the way you do, but you will learn! Out of all the other I’s some are chosen as a pattern that is me. However, are all the other possibilities of patterns within what all the others say which come into me and become other I which is not myself, and sometime these take over. Then who am I? I does not bother about who am I. I is, and is happy being. However, when I is happy being, other I says get to work, do something, do something worthwhile. I is happy doing dishes. “You’re weird!” I is happy being with people saying nothing. Other I says talk. Talk, talk, talk. I gets lost. I knows that things are to be played with, not possessed. I likes putting things together, lightly. Taking things apart, lightly. “You’ll never have anything!” Making things of things in a way that the things themselves take part in, putting themselves together with surprise and delight to I. “There’s no money in that!” I is human. If someone needs I gives. “You can’t do that! You’ll never have anything for yourself! We’ll have to support you!” I loves. I loves in a way that other I does not know. I loves. “That’s too warm for friends!” “That’s too cool for lovers!” “Don’t feel so bad, she’s just a friend. It’s not as though you loved her.” “How can you let her go? I thought you loved her?” So cool the warm for friends and hot up the love for lover, and I gets lost. #RandolphHarris 5 of 20
So both I’s have a house and a wife and children and all that, and friends and respectability ad all that, and security and all that, but both I’s are confused because other I says, “You see? You’re lucky,” while I goes on crying. “What are you crying about? Why are you so ungrateful?” I does not know gratitude or ingratitude, and cannot argue. I goes on crying. Other I pushes it out, says “I am happy! I am very lucky to have such a fine family and a nice house and good neighbours and lots of friends who want me to do this, do that.” I is not reason-able either. I goes on crying. Other I get tired, and goes on smiling, because that is the thing to do. Smile, and you will be rewarded. Like the seal who gets tossed a piece of fish. Be nice to everyone and you will be rewarded. People will be nice to you, and you can be happy with that. You know they like you. Like a dog who gets patted on the head for good behavior. Tell funny stories. Be gay. Smile, smile, smile…I is crying…“Don’t be sorry for yourself! Go out and do things for people” “Go out and be with people!” I is still crying, but now, that is not heard and felt so much. Suddenly: “What am I doing?” “Am I to go through life playing the clown?” “What am I doing, being with people who bore me?” “Why am I so proud of my children and unhappy about their lives which are not good enough? Why am I disappointed? Why do I feel so much waste? I comes through, a little. In moments. And gets pushed back by other I. I refuses to play the clown any more. Which I is that? “She used to be fun, but now she thinks too much about herself.” I lets friends drop away. Which I is that? “He’s being too much by himself. That’s bad. He’s losing his mind.” Which mind? #RandolphHarri 6 of 20
What is the effect of this type of organization on man? It reduces man to an appendage of the machine, ruled by its very rhythm and demands. It transforms him into homo consumnes, the total consumer, whose only aim is to have more and to use more. This society produces many useless things, and to the same degree many useless people. Man, as a cog in the production machine, becomes a thing, and ceases to be human. He spends his time doing things in which he is not interested, with people in whom he is not interested, producing things in which he is not interested; and when he is not producing, he is consuming. He is the eternal suckling with the open mouth, “taking in,” without effort and without inner activeness, whatever the boredom-preventing (and boredom-producing) industry forces on him—cigarettes, liquor, movies, television, social media, sport, mobile phones, lectures—limited only by what he can afford. However, the boredom-preventing industry, that is to say, the gadget-selling industry, the automobile industry, the movie industry, the television industry, and so on, can only succeed in preventing the boredom from becoming conscious. In fact, they increase the boredom, as a salty drink taken to quench the thirst increases it. However unconscious, boredom remains boredom nevertheless. The passiveness of man in industrial society today is one of his most characteristics and pathological features. He takes in, he wants to be fed, but he does not move, initiate, he does not digest his food, as it were. He does not reacquire in a productive fashion what he inherited, but he amasses it or consumes it. He suffers from a severe systemic deficiency, not too dissimilar to that which one fines in more extreme forms in depressed people. #RandolphHarris 7 of 20
Man’s passiveness is only one symptom among a total syndrome, which one may call the “syndrome of alienation.” Being passive, he does not relate himself to the World actively and is forced to submit to his idols and their demands. Hence, he feels powerless, lonely, and anxious. He has little sense of integrity or self-identity. Conformity sees to be the only way to avoid intolerable anxiety—and even conformity does not always alleviate his anxiety. In all the received formulations of economic theory, whether at the hands of the English economists or those of the continent, the human material with which the inquiry is concerned is conceived in hedonistic terms; that is to say, in terms of a passive and substantially inert and immutably given human nature…The hedonistic conception of man is that of a lightning calculator or pleasures and pains, who oscillates like a homogenous globule of desire of happiness under the impulse of stimuli that shift him about the area, but leave him intact. He has neither antecedent nor consequent. He is an isolated, definitive human datum, in stable equilibrium except for the buffets of the impinging forces that displace him in one direction or another. Self-imposed in elemental space, he spins symmetrically about his own spiritual axis until the parallelogram of forces bears down upon him, whereupon he follows the line of the resultant. When the force of the impact is spent, he comes to rest, a self-contained globule of desire as before. Spiritually, the hedonistic man is not a prime mover. He is not the seat of a process of living, except in the sense that he is subject to a series of permutations enforced upon him by circumstances external and alien to him. #RandolphHarris 8 of 20
Aside from the pathological traits that are rooted in passiveness, there are others which are important for the understanding of today’s pathology of normalcy. The growing split of cerebral-intellectual function from affective-emotional experience; the split between thought from feeling, mind from the heart, truth from passion. If it is merely logical and not guided by the concern for life, and by the inquiry into the total process of living in all its concreteness and with all its contradictions, logical thought is not rational. On the other hand, not only thinking but also emotions can be rational. The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of. Rationality in emotional life means that the emotions affirm and help the person’s psychic structure to maintain a harmonious balance and at the same time to assist its growth. Thus, for instance, irrational love is love which enhances the person’s dependency, hence anxiety and hostility. Rational love is a love which relates a person intimately to another, at the same time preserving his independence and integrity. Reason flows from the blending of rational thought and feeling. If the two functions are torn apart, thinking deteriorates into schizoid intellectual activity, and feeling deteriorates into neurotic life-damaging passions. The split between thought and affect leads to a sickness, to a low-grade chronic schizophrenia, from which the new men of the technetronic age begins to suffer. In the social sciences it has become fashionable to think about human problems with no reference to the feelings related to these problems. It is assumed that scientific objectivity demands that thoughts and theories concerning man be emptied of all emotional concerns with man. #RandolphHarris 9 of 20
An example of this emotion-free thinking is Herman Khan’s book on thermonuclear warfare. The question is discussed: how many millions of dead Americas are “acceptable” if we use as a criterion the ability to rebuild the economic machines after nuclear war in a reasonably short time so that it is as good as or better than before. Figures for GNP and population increase of decrease are the basic categories in this kind of thinking, while the question of the human results of nuclear war in terms of suffering, pain, brutalization, etcetera, is left aside. Kahn’s The Year 2000 is another example of the writing which we may expect in the completely alienated megamachine society. Kahan’s concern is that of the figures for production, population increase, and various scenarios for war or peace, as the case may be. He impresses many readers because they mistake the thousands of little data which he combines in ever-changing kaleidoscopic pictures for erudition or profundity. They do not notice the basic superficiality in his reasoning and the lack of the human dimension in his description of the future. When I speak here of low-grade chronic schizophrenia, a brief explanation seems to be needed. Schizophrenia, like any other psychotic state, must be defined not only in psychiatric terms but also in social terms. Schizophrenic experience beyond a certain threshold would be considered a sickness in any society, since those suffering from it would be unable to function under any social circumstances (unless the schizophrenic is elevated into the status of a god, shaman, saint, priest, etcetera). #RandolphHarris 10 of 20
However, there are low-grade chronic forms of psychoses which can be shared by millions of people and which—precisely because they do not go beyond a certain threshold—do not prevent these people from functioning socially. As long as they share their sickness with millions of others, they have the satisfactory feeling of not being alone; in other words, they avoid that sense of complete isolation which is so characteristic of full-fledged psychosis. On the contrary, they look at themselves as normal and at those who have not lost the link between heart and mind as being “crazy.” In all low-grade forms of psychoses, the definition of sickness depends on the question as to whether the pathology is shared or not. Just as there is low-grade chronic schizophrenia, so there exist also low-grade chronic paranoia and depression. And there is plenty of evidence that among certain strata of the population, particularly on occasions where a war threatens, the paranoid elements increase but are not felt as pathological as long as they are common. The difference between that which is considered to be sickness ad that which is considered to be normal becomes apparent in the following example. If a man declared that in order to free our cities from air pollution, factories, automobiles, airplanes, etcetera, would have to be destroyed, nobody would doubt that he was insane. However, if there is a consensus that in order to protect our life, our freedom, our culture, or that of other nations which we feel obliged to protect, thermonuclear war might be required as a last resort, such opinions appear to be perfectly sane. #RandolphHarris 11 of 20
The difference is not at all in the kind of thinking employed but merely in that the first idea is not shared and hence appears abnormal while the second is shared by millions of people by powerful governments and hence appears to be normal. If not insoluble, all those points of metaphysical doctrine and religious history like the problem of evil and the biography of avatars are doubtful, whereas all the points of moral attitude and personal conduct like honesty, justice, goodness, and self-control are both indisputable and essential. Here we walk on trustworthy ground. Why not then leave others to quarrel fiercely about the first and let us abide peacefully in the second. The aspirant must remember always that his immediate duty lies in self-preparation, self-discipline, and self-improvement. The building of fine character on the quest is quite as important as the efforts of aspiration and mediation, even more so, for the former will lead to the dissolving of egoism, and without this the latter are of little avail. If you accept the existence of a power behind the Universe which controls its life, which is perfect, and which is brining all things and all beings—however slowly—closer to its own perfection, you must also accept the values of hope, improvement, and evolution while you must reject those of pessimism, deterioration, and nihilism. You will never feel sorry for yourself. #RandolphHarris 12 of 20
If the moral fruits of the Spirit are absent or the evil qualities of the ego are present, all talk of having attained inward enlightenment is quite illusory. Dr. Freud assumes that the main driving force, sexual energy, itself undergoes an evolution which occurs from birth to puberty in the life of each individual. The libido goes through certain stages: first it is centered around the sucking and biting activities of the infant, then around the process of anal and urethral elimination, eventually around the genital apparatus. The libido is the same and yet not the same in the history of each individual; its potential is the same, but its manifestations change in the process of individual evolution. Dr. Freud sees primitive man as one who gives full satisfaction to all his instincts, and also to those perverse instincts which are part of primitive sexuality. However, this primitive man, fully satisfied instinctually, is not a creator of culture and civilization. Yet man, for reasons which Dr. Freud fails to elucidate, begins to create civilization. This very creation of his forces him to forego the immediate and complete satisfaction of his instincts; the frustrated instinct is turned into nonsexual mental and psychic energy, which is the building stone for civilization. (Dr. Freud called this transformation from sexual to nonsexual energy “sublimation,” using an analogy from chemistry.) The more civilization grows, the more man sublimates, but the more he also frustrates his original libidinous impulses. #RandolphHarris 13 of 20
Man becomes wiser and more cultured, but he is also in some sense less happy than primitive man was and increasingly more prone to neuroses, which are the result of too much instinctual frustration. Thus, man becomes discontented with the very civilization he creates. If seen from the standpoint of the products of civilization, while historical development is a positive phenomenon, it is also a development which implies increasing discontent and increasing possibilities for neurosis. In self-analysis understanding and interpreting are a single process. The expert, as a result of his experience, will catch the possible meaning and significance of observations more quickly than will a person working alone, just as a good auto science engineer will know more quickly what is wrong with a car. As a rule, his understanding will also be more complete, for it will grasp more implications and will more readily recognize interrelations which factors already tackled. Here the patient’s psychological knowledge will be of some help, though it certainly cannot substitute for the experience gained by working day in and day out at psychological problems. It is unquestionably possible for him, however, to grasp the meaning of his own observations. To be sure, he will probably proceed more solely and less accurately, but it should be remembered that also in professional analysis the tempo of the process is mainly determined not by the analyst’s capacity to understand but by the patient’s capacity to accept the insights. #RandolphHarris 14 of 20
Here it is well to remember a word of consolation that Dr. Freud has given to young analysts starting their work with patients. They should not be too much concerned, he pointed out, with their capacity to evaluate associations. The real difficulty in analysis is not that of intellectual understanding but that of dealing with the patient’s resistances. I believe that this holds true for self-analysis as well. Can a person overcome his own resistances? This is the real question upon the answer to which hinges the feasibility of self-analysis. Nevertheless, the comparison with pulling oneself up by one’s bootstraps—which is bound to occur—seems unwarranted, because the fact remains that there is one part of the self which wants to go ahead. Whether the job can be done depends, of course, on the intensity of the resistances as well as on the strength of the incentive to overcome them. However, the important question is to what extent it can be done rather than whether it can be done at all. There remains the fact that the analyst is not merely an interpreting voice. He is a human being, and the human relationship between him and the patient is an important factor in the therapeutic process. Two aspects of this relationship were pointed out, the first being that it presents a unique and specific opportunity for the patient to study, by observing his behaviour with the analyst, what his typical behaviour is toward other people in general. If he learns to watch himself in his customary relationships, this advantage can b fully replaced. #RandolphHarris 15 of 20
The expectations, wishes, fears, vulnerabilities, and inhibitions that he displays in his work with the analyst are not essentially different from those he displays in his relations with friends, lover, wife, children, employer, colleagues, or servants. If he is seriously intent upon recognizing the ways in which his peculiarities enter into all these relationships, ample opportunities for self-scrutiny are provided by the mere fact that he is a social being. However, whether he will make full use of these sources of information is, of course, another question. When he attempts to estimate his own share in the tensions between himself and other, a task much more arduous than that in the analytical situation, where the analyst’s personal equation is negligible, and it is therefore easier for him to see the difficulties that he himself produces, there is no doubt that he faces an arduous task. Even if he has the most sincere intentions to observe himself objectively, in ordinary relationships, where the others are replete with peculiarities of their own, he many tend to make them responsible for the difficulties or frictions that arise, and to regard himself as an innocent victim or, at best, as showing merely a justified reaction to their unreasonableness. In the latter case he will not necessarily be so unsubtle as to indulge in overt accusations; he may admit in an apparently rational manner that he has been irritable, sulky, unfaithful, even unjust, but secretly regard such attitudes as justified and adequate responses to the offenses given by others. #RandolphHarris 16 of 20
The more intolerable it is for him to face his own frailties—and also the more acute the disturbing factors that are introduced by the others—the greater is the danger that he will thus deprive himself of the benefit he could derive from recognizing this own share. And if he tends to exaggerate in the opposite direction by whitewashing the others and blackening himself, the danger is of exactly the same nature. It has been remarked that to the degree that all psychotherapy partakes of the beneficial effects of certain common processes the therapeutic functioning of social worker, psychologist, and psychiatrist would manifest these communalities. There are certain shared orientations and attitudes, stemming from common emphases in their respective training, that probably augment the comparability of the therapeutic approaches of these three workers. In essence, this mutuality of implicit response tendencies toward the psychotherapy patient arises from the fact that the theory of neurosis and the theory of therapy is dominated by the massive and ubiquitous doctrine of psychoanalysis. With negligible exceptions, to the extent that the psychiatrist and the social worker are taught anything vaguely psychological (of and about the mind, behaviour, motives and emotions) they are taught Freudian psychology. #RandolphHarris 17 of 20
The labels of their formal courses in “Human Development,” “Personality and Adjustment,” and “Psychopathology” do not directly belie the pervasive psychoanalytic orientation but the doctrine of the content is unmistakable. In some instances, schools of social work import carefully selected psychiatrists to assure that the theoretical indoctrination of their students will be orthodox, in tine with the general climate of psychiatry, and will afford them the “right language” for their ultimate professional collaboration. When people perpetually play the victim, this type of mental manipulation is extremely damaging. When the person who has to play the victim is in your life in any capacity, you will find yourself being the villain more than once. No one lies to be the villain—especially when you really are not being one. When confronted with a professional victim, it is important that you let them know you refuse to play the villain in their little mind games. Shut them down quickly and efficiently. Other ways of playing the victim are to get your sympathy so you will do something for them. Be wary of this ploy. It happens a lot at work. The victim wants others to do their work and have one sob story after another as to why they need help. Do not fall for it more than once. If they have that much bad luck, there is more wrong with them than what you can fix anyway. If you were in a group of people and one of them began to poke fun at someone in your group, would you be laughing? Would you join in and poke some fun at the victim too? Or would you stand up to the humorous bully? And why or why not? #RandolphHarris 18 of 20
Someone has to deal with fire. When people first banded together in small societies, they realized that if fire were not dealt with, it would consume everything in its path. In our highly developed, technical society, the same confrontation with fire exists, as it has for thousands of years. When a fire occurs, someone has to deal with it. Here in Sacramento, those men and women whose responsibility it is to deal with fire are those seemingly easygoing folks down at the local firehose. When the alarm comes in at three in the morning on a cold winter night for a fire rushing through a tenement building in a less affluent section of Sacramento…or at one in the afternoon for a young child who has fallen into an abandoned water well…or at seven in the evening for a barn fire that is miles away from any kind of water supply…there is the Sacramento Fire Department who puts on their rubber boots and their specially treated fire coast and their fire helmets to respond to the call of others in need of help. The truck firefighters’ responsibility is to rescue trapped victims, to force entry, and to ventilate so that the heat and smoke have a way to escape the building. Or they may belong to the rescue squad, whose responsibility is to deal with all the special emergencies, such as building collapses, hazardous material situations, explosions, extrications from vehicles, trains, or planes, landslides, snowslides, and cave-ins. It does not matter what group the firefighter is attached to. It matters only that he or she is out there in all weather and emergency conditions to give service to fellow human beings, animals, and property. Somebody has to do the job. #RandolphHarris 19 of 20
The Sacramento Fire Department protects us from the ravages of fire and other emergencies, or die trying. They understand the dangers surrounding them, yet respond to each new alarm with newfound enthusiasm for the action ahead. These men and women like what they do, and they live themselves because of what they do. They are pleased that they have been given the opportunity and the calling to help others in a way that is at once meaningful and exciting. Like other Americans, the Sacramento Fire Department cares about their homes, their families, their churches and organizations, yet they are the ones who answer the alarm at three in the morning, not knowing what awaits them. They are trained to meet any emergency, perhaps to give a fast wink to death and a pat on the back to danger. Being the capitol city of California, with the invasion and national security threats at our southern boarder, from other nations and with the State of California being nearly $70 billion in debt, and the City of Sacramento being $60 million up to $122 million in debt, it is extremely important to make sure the Sacramento Fire Department is properly funded so we do not face another 9/11 attack. Please honor the service of the Sacramento Fire Department and make a donation to ensure they have all of the resources they need to protect the community. Also, the Sacramento Fire Department supports Assemblymember Kevin McCarty in Sacramento’s Mayoral race. Casting your vote for Mr. McCarty will also be a way to support the Sacramento Fire Department. The firefighters are very special because they represent a group of people who die in the line of duty more often, proportionality, than others in any other occupation, including police, construction workers, and miners. I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic, for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. #RandolphHarris 20 of 20
The question of the reality of witchcraft is one upon which it is not easy to pass a confident judgment. The possibility of such carnal intercourse between human beings and demons was an abstract possibility in the first thirteen hundred years of the Christian era. It is believed to be a fact that people made pacts with the devil and of a diabolical interference in human affairs can hardly be denied. Sarah L. Winchester believed that one should not be too easily inclined to believe a person to be possessed by the devil, but that signs should be watched. Signs of a possessing devil are: the ability to speak many words of an unknown language or to understand them; the ability to reveal distant or hidden things; a manifestation of strength beyond one’s age or natural condition. The history of Witchcraft, a subject as old as the World and as wise as the World—since I understand for the present purpose by Witchcraft, Sorcery, Black Magic, Necromancy, secret Divination, Satanism, and every kind of malign occult art—at once confronts the audience with a most difficult problem. Magic, the genesis of magical cults and ceremonies, the ritual of primitive peoples, traditional superstitions, and their ancillary lore, have been made the subject of vast and erudite studies, mostly from an anthropological and folk-loristic point of view, but the darker side of the subject, the history of Satanism seems hardly to have been attempted.
Possibly one reason for this neglect and ignorance lies in the fact that the heavy and crass materialism, which was so prominent a feature during the greater part of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries in England, intellectually disavowed the supernatural, and attempted not without some success to substitute for religion a stolid system of respectable morality. Since Witchcraft was entirely exploded it would, at best, possess merely an antiquarian interest, and even so, the exhumation of a disgusting and contemptible superstition was not to be encouraged. It were more seemly to forget the uglier side of the past. This was the attitude which prevailed for more than two hundred years. The cycle of time has had its revenge, and this rationalistic superstition is dying fast. The extraordinary vogue of and immense adherence to Spiritism would alone prove that, whilst the widespread interest that is taken in mysticism is a yet healthier sign that the World ill no longer be content to be fed on dry husks and the chaff of straw. And these are only just two indications, and by no means the most significant, out of many. However, a sorcerer is one who by commerce with the Devil has a full intention of attaining his own end. There are said to be many occult symbols hidden in The Winchester Mystery House.
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Why Art Thou So Foolish and Fearful!
I was spending the first week of January alone in Llanada villa. A combination of circumstances had driven me to this drastic course: my nearest relations were enjoying winter sports abroad, and the friends who had been kindly anxious to replace them had an infectious complaint in the house. Doubtless I might have found someone else to keep company with me. “However,” I reflected, “most of them have made up their parties, and, after all, it is only for three or four days at most that I have to fend for myself, and it will be just as well if I can get a move on with my blueprints. I might she the time by going down to the garden and listening to my estate about plans to incorporate in the architecture.” The first day alone in Llanada Villa, it was so stormy that I got no father the designing stained-glass windows. As I sat in the Hall of Fires, I felt uncomfortable, and this feeling persisted. I felt like I was being watched by some unseen force, and my nerves began to tense under the strain. I reflected on how some of my staff had left not because they wanted to but because they were driven, driven by forces greater than themselves that they could not resist. On this very night, I had seen vivid apparition of my butler, then miles away, in San Francisco. He was a plump, amicable man who I distinctly saw walking down the hall in a bathrobe, with blooding running down his leg. A small pool of blood was forming on the floor. The frightened me terribly. My hair stood up on my head and chills shook my body. The apparition looked so stern that my heart failed me, and I wished myself anywhere but there, though I had before been summoning up my courage. “Good Heaven,” said I to myself, “give me the courage to stand before this spirit. O soften him, or harden me!” I knew this was a glimpse into eternity. #RandolphHarris 1 of 5
The following day, I received news that my butler, Chaleb Heroldsbach, had died after being attacked by a dog. My home is built in what some have called a “trinity triangle,” it has forged a mystical link with other pilgrimage sites and is supposed to help bring the Devil’s power on Earth to an end. This is being prevented by Satan, however, with the help of The Curse of the Winchester Fortune. That evening, I was awakened at three o’clock in the morning, seemingly for no reason with the same uncanny feeling that something was wrong. Being a sensible person, I put all my energies into polishing furniture and getting newly added rooms into proper condition. However, somewhere not so far away, a baby was crying: a mournful wail of a sound that—though it was surely human—reminded me of the noises the coyotes would make some nights. After a few moments of listening, the baby’s cry seemed to falter for a moment, and I feared it would fade completely before I could find the little darling. Then, the infant seemed to find a new seam of grief to mine, and the wail rose up again, more plaintive than ever. I was alone, but trying to figure out which direction the sound was coming from. I mused for a moment, and realized a lifetime of suffering had caught up with me. I knew in my heart that I deserved to know everything, after all I have been through. I have earned the truth. Maybe the dead are close to the threshold of reality in this house. I only know it is real. I have seen them. Others have seen them. They are hybrids. Sometimes there is a kind of beauty in them. However, sometime all I see is ugly sin. #RandolphHarris 2 of 5
The sky was dark and cloudy, and by the time I woke up, I could hear a steady soaking rain pounding on the roof. I was preparing breakfast in one of the kitchens. As I was buttering a piece of toast, I happened to glance up toward the doorway. There, immaculately dressed, stood a man. The stranger, I noticed, wore shiny black shoes, black pants, and a white shirt. I could see him so clearly that I could make out the way the man’s jet-black hair was parted. Immediately, I was shocked that he had somehow entered my house, and I was about to greet him, when it occurred to me that I had not heard the door opening or any other sound—no footsteps, nothing. I turned around to grab my revolver, but by the time I turned around, the man was gone like a mist. I was not too frightened by what I had witnessed, I was growing accustomed to apparitions. I had often wondered what had taken place a century and a half on the land this eighteen-room farmhouse I purchased was on, and what the former owner really had been. However, it is fortunate that they carpenters were all strong men of action and simple, orthodox religionists, for with more subtle introspectiveness and mental complexity they would have fared ill indeed. Herford Hulsmann was the most disturbed; but even he outgrew the darkest shadow, and smothered memories in prayer. While I was alone, I did my best in the blotting out of unwholesome images, and was thankful that the carpenters, Daisy, and other caretakers would be returning to Llanada Villa soon. #RandolphHarris 3 of 5
My house was not altogether liked by sensitive people because of the sounds heard here at night. It was said that I entertained strange visitors, and the lights seen from my windows were not always the same colours. The knowledge I displayed concerning long-dead persons and long-forgotten events was considered distinctly unwholesome. Frau Maassen swore that on 13 June 1889, in the fruit orchard, that “forty Witches and the Blacke Man were wont to meete in the Woodes behind Mrs. Winchester’s house.” Then several people claimed to have found William’s unfinished manuscript in his handwriting, couched in a cipher none could read. After a year of possessed this manuscript, Mr. Maassen had intensely and feverishly tried to decipher, he never stated whether or not he had succeeded. I confronted Mr. Maassen, “Why are you so foolish and fearful! You have done no harm! What, if you fear an unjust judge, when you are innocent, would you do before a just one, if you were guilty? Have courage, Mr. Maassen; you know the worst! And how easy a choice poverty and honesty is, rather than plenty and wickedness.” “Mrs. Winchester, do not let your heart ake for me?—I am sure mined flutters about like a new-caught bird in a cage,” said Mr. Maassen. “O how can wicked men seem so steady and untouched with such black hearts, while poor innocents stand, like malefactors, before them!” Mr. Maassen cheered himself up; but yet I could tell his poor heart sunk, and his spirits were quite broken. Everything that stirred, he thought was to call her to her account. Shortly after, he restored to a sojourn abroad, and did not return to claim his lands. #RandolphHarris 4 of 5
Mr. Maassen had apparently been careful to destroy most of his correspondence, but the citizens who took action in 1892 found and preserved a few letters and papers which excited their wonder. There were cryptic formulae and diagrams in his and other hands which Mr. Maassen either copied with care or had photographed, and one extremely mysterious letter was written in blood. I had to learn to live with my ghosts, especially considering some of these had ben here before me. Perhaps some of these ghosts could even become friendly. One night at dinner, Daisy, myself and Zip were enjoying stuffed pheasant, when an enormous crash shook the house. It felt as if a boulder had fallen on the parlour floor. When we rushed to the parlour, everything was in order, nothing misplaced. We said a silent prayer for the souls of the disturbed. However, moments later, things got worse. The lights started going off and on by themselves. When we tried to return to the dining room and finish supper, the atmosphere was so thick that we could not get near the table. Enveloped by the strong vibrations, I felt myself levitating, and when I came to my senses, I was lying on the floor. I had given Daisy such a scare. Daisy clearly senses the presences of the spirits and she started to cry. “Oh, God, it can’t be true, Aunt Sarah,” she said. With a piercing scream, she ran up the stairs, weeping out of control. #RandolphHarris 5 of 5
“I have great trouble, and some comfort, to acquaint you with. The trouble is, that my good lady began to have her bad nights, and complained to me and other persons, in particular what discomfort she suffered from her pillow and bedclothes. She said she must buy some to suit her, and should do her own marketing. And accordingly brought home a parcel which she said was of the right quality, but where she bought it we had then no knowledge, only they were marked in thread with a coronet and a bird. The merchant said they were of a sort not commonly met with and very fine, and Mrs. Winchester said they were the comfortablest she ever used, and she slept now both soft and deep. Also the feather pillows were the best sorted and her head would sink into them as if they were a cloud: which I have myself remarked several times when I came to wake her of a morning, her face being almost hid by the pillow closing over it. I had never any communication with Dr. Wayland after I came back to Llanada Villa, but one day when he passed me in the garden and asked me whether I was not looking for another service, to which I answered I was very well suited where I was, but he said I was a tickleminded maidan and he doubted not he should soon hear I was on the World again, which indeed proved true.”
Dr. Wayland is next taken up where she left off.
“On the 5th I was called up out of my bed soon after it was light—that is about five—with a message that Mrs. Winchester was dead or dying. Making my way to her house, I found there was no doubt which was the truth. All the persons in the house expect the one that let me in were already in her chamber and standing about her bed, but none touching her. She was stretched in the midst of the bed, on her back, without any disorder, and indeed had the appearance of one ready laid out for burial. Her hands, I think, were even crossed on her breast. The only thing not usual was that nothing was to be see of her face, the two ends of the pillow or bolster appearing to be closed quite over it. These I immediately pulled apart, at the same time rebuking those present for not at once coming to the assistance of their master. However, I was informed that only one person had stayed with her until her dying moment and most had fallen asleep. She looked at me and shook her head, having no more hope than myself that there was anything but a corpse before us. Indeed it was plain to anyone possessed of the least experience that Mrs. Winchester was not only dead, but had died of suffocation. Nor could it be conceived that her death was accidentally caused by the mere folding of the pillow over her face. How should she not, feeling the oppression, have lifted her hands to put it away? whereas not a fold of the sheet which was closely gathered about her, as I now observed, was disordered.
“I could tell no more, at least without opening the body, then we already knew. As to any person entering the room with evil purpose (which was the next point to be cleared), it was visible that the bolts of the door were burst from their stanchions, and the stanchions broken away from the door-post by main forced; and there was a sufficient body of witness, the smith among them, to testify that this had been done but a few minutes before I came. The chamber being, moreover, at the top of the house, the window was neither easy of access nor did it show any sign of an exist made that way, either by marks upon the sill or footprints below upon soft mould. My evidence forms of course part of the report of the inquest, the large organs were in a healthy state and there was coagulation of blood in various parts of the body. My verdict was ‘Death by visitation of spirits.’ Upon further consideration, I think I can divine a reason for Mrs. Winchester’s death. It related to the rifling of her mansion. This is the property of a noble family. The outrage was not that of a natural death. The object, it seemed likely, was theft. The account is blunt and terrible. I shall not quote it here. A dealer in San Francisco suffered heavy penalties as a receiver of stolen goods in connexion with the affair.
“Mrs. Winchester has left us all much grieved for the loss of her; for she was a good lady, and kind to all her caretakers. Much I feared, that as I was taken by her ladyship to wait upon her person, I should be quite destitute again. Mrs. Winchester has given mourning and a year’s wages to all her caretakers; and she game me with her own hand four golden guineas, and some silver, which were in her pocket when she died. And I sent Daisy those four guineas for her comfort; for Providence will not let me want: and so you may pay some old debt with part, and keep the other part to comfort yourself.” Come and enjoy a delicious meal in Sarah’s Café, stroll along the paths of the beautiful Victorian gardens, and wonder through the miles of hallways in the World’s most mysterious mansion. For further information about tours, including group tours, weddings, school events, birthday party packages, facility rentals, and special events please visit the website: https://winchestermysteryhouse.com/
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What if I Do Not Believe in Ghosts?
Once when I was little, my dad took me to this placed called Sodom Hill. It must be some kind of gateway because the curious thing is, you feel like you are driving down a hill along this road. This was the first time that I believe I saw a ghost. As our carriage passed by Saint Mary Parish, a woman was standing near the church, starring at us. However, she was really looking at my father. Though the weather was warm, she was wearing a long black dress beneath a hooded cloak. She was hugging herself, and she looked cold. Beneath the hood, her face was pale, and even from a distance I could tell that she was distresses. And she was very beautiful. The hood slipped down to her shoulders. I saw her hair was red. Her dark eyes were trusting and innocent. And suddenly I knew where I had seen her before. Onn the Rocky Hill-Glastonbury Ferry. She had been weeping on deck. The beautiful maiden with the red hair kept staring at my father. He did not notice. I was curious to know if my father could see the woman. I said, “Father, what is that pretty tree over there? By the tower of the church?” I pointed toward the woman. The woman saw me point. She looked at me, questioningly, but only for a moment. Then she looked back at my father. The woman did not care if I was being immodest. She just looked through me, just as she had on the deck of the ferry. How had she gotten here, and what did she want from me and my father? All this seemed to take forever. However, I do not think more than a minute passed before my father said to me, “What tree? I don’t see any trees near the tower of the church.” #RandolphHarris 1 of 5
“Father, what do you see?” I asked. “The lawn,” he said. I watched him for a sign. I could not believe that he could not see the lady with crimson hair near the tower of the church. “Nothing else? I said. “No one?” “Nothing,” he replied. “No one? Who would be there?” When I looked again there was no one there. The woman had vanished. I felt as if I had lost something. “What’s wrong?” said my father. “Nothing,” I said. “I think I must have been having a daydream.” “Poor Sarah,” said my father. “It must be the sun. Let’s get you inside and get you something to drink.” We made our way back home. My mother was in the garden, kneeling down among the tall plants and rut niblicks. My father poured me some milk and gave me a cracknel, baked by my mother. “Eat this,” he said. “It’ll help you get your strength back.” My father nibbled on one himself. I told myself: No man sees a ghost and starts nibbling a cookie like nothing happened. If he said there was no woman near the tower of the church, it meant he had not seen her. It meant something was seriously wrong with me. I had not been feeling all that well lately. I felt as if the colours of everything had gotten a little brighter, and sounds a little louder, and when people speak to me, their voices have a tiny echo, like I am hearing them from the far end of a tunnel. It does not happen all of the time. I have these little spells, and then they pass, and I am normal again. Spirits whispered in the rustling leaves, ghost lurked in the murky nooks, the deep baying of a hound floated up out of the distance, an owl answered with his sepulchral note. #RandolphHarris 2 of 5
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the Earth unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. What place do these spirit beings hold in the scheme of creation which by some are thought neither to have stood fast when the rebel angels fell, nor to have joined with them to the full pitch of their transgression? It was the middle of the moonlight in October night with heavy rain underfoot, I was sitting by the fire—it was a cold evening—and I stretched out my hand towards the warmth, and just then the fire-irons, or at least the poker, fell over towards me with a great clatter. There resourced over the estate and the surrounding land a series of cries which brought sleepy heads to every window; we all saw a ghost ship. It was a 26-gun frigate. There were distant gunshots, and I could feel the throb of titanic and thunderous words resounding in the upper air. Muskets flashed and cracked, and the flaming ship fell to the ground. A second flaming thing appeared, and a shriek of human origin was plainly distinguished. Then just before dawn when a howling darkness descended upon the ships and they vanished. As I ran up the stairs, I hit what felt like an ice wall and was momentarily stopped in my tracks. The air around me became instantly chilled, and although every fireplace was lit, I was cold and could see my breathe. I was then able to get up the last six steps, but when I turned around, I saw an opalescent fog crystalize into the form of a woman. She wore a long dress, and a hat, and when she turned towards me, I realized in was the woman with red hair that I had seen at the tower of the church with my father when I was a child. In her face, I could see uncountable horrors and sorrows written in the depth of her dark eyes. She then vanished, and the air around me returned to its warm state. #RandolphHarris 3 of 5
There was certainly a time when I was so much harassed by my dreams that I could not keep them to myself, but would tell them to my friends. There was a dream which had come to me several times of late, and even more than once in a night. It was to this effect, that I seemed to myself to wake under an extreme compulsion to rise and go outdoors. So I would dress myself and go down to the garden door. By the door there stood a spade which I must take, and go out into the garden, and at a particular place in the boxwood hedges, somewhat clear, and upon which the moon shone (for there was always in my dream a crescent moon), I would feel myself forced to dig. And after some time, the spade would uncover something light-coloured, which I would perceive to be a stiff, linen or woolen, and this I must clear with my hands. It was always the same: of the size of a man and shaped like the chrysalis of a moth, with the folds showing a promise of an opening at one end. I could not describe how gladly I would have left all at this stage and run to the house, but I mist not escape so easily. So with many groans, and knowingly only too well what to expect, I parted these folds of stuff, or, as it sometimes seemed to be, membrane, and disclosed a head covered with a smooth pink skin, which breaking as the creature stirred, show me my own face in a state of death. Upon ever recurrence of this dream, I woke and found myself, as it were, fighting for my breath. #RandolphHarris 4 of 5
Moments later a chill wind blew up. It produced a kind of clutching, amorphous fear beyond that of the tomb or the charnel-house. Close upon it came the awful voice which no hapless hearer will ever be able to forget. It thundered out of the sky like a doom, and windows rattled as its echoes dies away. It was deep and musical; powerful as a bass organ, but evil as the forbidden books in the secret library. What it said, no one can tell, for it spoke in an unknown tongue. Objects were being hurled about the room. Puddles of water appeared on the floor. The sheet and blankets were torn off the bed. Then I was alarmed when I heard a very loud vibration as if a hole were being drilled through the all. I went into the chamber next to mind and saw that a Victorian fireplace had been ripped from its casing and hurled upon the floor. A wailing distinctly burst out. It was almost articulate, though no one could trace the exact words; and at one point it seemed to verge toward the confines of diabolic and hysterical laughter. Then a yell of utter, ultimate fright and stark madness wrenched from scores of demon throats—a yell which came strong and clear despite the depth from which it must have burst; after which a darkness and silence ruled all things. Spirals of acrid smoke ascended, though no flames appeared. This must have been the witches’ Sabbath. Death does not mean that your loved one’s have left your mind, and your mind sends messages to your eyes that sometimes have nothing to do with what you actually see. #RandolphHarris 5 of 5
The Winchester Mystery House
Santa Clare Valley was in an uproar after the death of Mrs. Winchester. On Wednesday (October 3, 1923) consequently on the circulation of a report that the household goods of Sarah Winchester were being smashed and removed by some unknown agency. All day long crowds of excited people wended their way towards the Winchester Mansion, drawn thither by the accounts of the mysterious occurrences said to have been witnessed by the inmates and others. “As I enter the door I myself saw an eleven-foot-tall 18th century George I burl walnut longcase clock by James Marwick levitate several feet into the air before relocating itself to the other side of the room. After hearing what the folks had to say, I was joining in the conversation, when a late 18th century crystal chandelier began to raise in a slanting direction over my head and then fell as my feet, smashing into bits. I had not the slightest belief in the supernatural. I cannot account for what I saw. No one was nearer to the chandelier than myself and, as far as I saw, there was no cause for the phenomenon. The room was dimly lighted by a lamp. We were talking about things, and the caretaker were saying, “It is a very mysterious thing,” with his back turned Neoclassical Italian Crystal vase suddenly flew up slantingly over his head, and fell down and smashed at his feet. The caretaker looked at the mess on the floor, and thinking the devil was in the place, he left and went home. About half-a-dozen people were in the parlour whilst these things happened.
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Today We Begin the Harrowing Story
I have many beautiful art glass windows in my house, but the most expensive in the house was specially designed for me by Tiffany’s of New York. I originally installed it in an outside wall, but later added a series of rooms that blocked off all direct sunlight. There is a peculiar apparition that is seen in the window itself. The form seen is that of a figure dressed in white walking across the window. At first there was only one figure, and then thirteen appeared. The figures began to move across the window long before the carpenters noticed them. They did so as many as twenty or thirty times a day, and would stop shortly after noon. Of the three figures, one was a man, stone was a woman, and one was a child. the man was an average commonplace British tradesman, obese, pompous, and slow. He wore rather baggy gray shepherd’s-check trousers, not over-clean black frock coat, unbuttoned in the front, and a drab waistcoat with a heavy brassy Albert chain, and a square pierced bit of metal dangling down as an ornament. A frayed top hat and a faded brown overcoat with a wrinkled velvet collar. Altogether, look as I would, there was nothing remarkable about the man save his blazing red head and the expression of extreme chagrin and discontent upon his features. The woman was very distinct in appearance. She was tall and very graceful. The two-year-old boy showed signs of disturbed behaviour, laughed hysterically and talked of “funny drinks.” The order of the apparitions in the window had a slight variation: the mother came alone from the northside of the window, and having gone about halfway across, she would stop, turn around, and wave her arms towards the quarter whence she had come. #RandolphHarris 1 of 9
This gesture was answered by the entry of the father with the child. Both parents then bent over the child, and seemed to bemoan his fate; but the mother was always the most endearing in her gestures. The father then moved towards the other side of the window, taking the child with him, leaving the mother in the center of the window, from which she gradually retired to the north corner, whence she had come, waving her hand, as though making signs of farewell, as she retreated. After some little time she again appeared, bending forward, and evidently anticipating the return of the father and son, who never failed to reappear from the south side of the window where they had disappeared. The same gestures of distress and despair were repeated, and then all three retired together to the north side of the window. One evening, about nine o’clock, I was at the south-west door with Mr. Hansen. As I was unlocking it, I said, “Did you ever find anybody locked in here by accident?” “Mrs. Winchester, twice I saw shadows moving in that beautiful window. What a noise they did make!” Mr. Hasen then waited, leaning against the pillar, and watched the light wavering along the length of the landing. Mr. Hansen said they were well worthy seeing. “I suppose,” he said, as we walked toward the steps to the third floor, “that you’re too much used to going about here at night to feel nervous—but you must get a start every now and then, don’t you, when a book falls down or a door swings to?” “No, Mr. Hansen, I can’t say I think much about noises, not nowadays: I’m much more afraid of finding an escape of gas or a burst in the stove pipes than anything else. Still there have been times, years ago. #RandolphHarris 2 of 9
“If you have an have half an hour to spare, sir, when we get back down to the second floor, Mr. Hansen, I could tell you about a tomb that was unearthed. I will not begin now; it strikes cold here, and we do not want to be dawdling about all night.” “Of course, Mrs. Winchester, I should like to hear it immensely.” “Very well, sir, you shall. Now if I might put a question to you,” I went on, as we passed down the hallway of the third floor, “in my little local guide—and not only there, but in the little book on Llanada Villa in the series—you will find it stared that this portion of the mansion was erected previous to the twelfth century. Now of course I should be glad enough to take that view, but—mind your step, sir—but, I put it to you—doe the lay of the stone here in this portion of the wall (which I tapped with my key), does it to your eye carry the flavour of what you might call Saxon masonry? No, I thought not; no more it does to me: now, if you will believe me, I have said as much to the other carpenters. However, there it is, I suppose every one’s got their opinions.” The discussion of this peculiar trait of human nature occupied Mr. Hansen almost up to the moment when we returned to the second floor. Usually the apparitions appeared during musical performances in the Grand Ballroom, and especially during one long eight-line hymn, when—for the only occasion without the child—the two parents rushed on (in stage phrase) and remained during the whole hymn, making the most frantic gestures of despair. Indeed the louder the music in that hymn, the more carried away with their grief did they seem to be. #RandolphHarris 3 of 9
Nothing could be more emphatic than the individuality of the several figures; the manner of each had its own peculiarity. If the stained glass were removed, I do not doubt that a much plainer view would be obtained. I think so, because the nearer the center of the window, where the stained glass was thickest, there the less distinct were the forms. It was like catching glimpses of them through leaves. However, nearer the edge of the window, where the colours were less bright, they were perfectly distinct; and still more so on the pane of unstained glass at the edge. There they seemed most clear, and gave one the impression of being real persons, not shadows. Mental disturbance, it is true, will age one rapidly; but the face of Mr. Hasen since working on this project had taken on a subtle cast which only the very aged normally acquired. While standing on the landing looking at the window, I noticed his respiration and heart action had a baffling lack of symmetry; the voice was lost, so that no sounds above a whisper were possible. His skin had a morbid chill and dryness. Of course, we were witnessing the most remarkable and perplexing incident in the whole spectacle. When the father and the child had taken their departure, the mother waved her hands, and after walking slowly to the very edge of the window, turned round whilst on the pane of unstained glass and waved her arm towards the other two with what one would call a stage gesture, and then I most distinctly saw, and emphatically declare I did see, the arm bare nearly to the shoulder, with beautiful folds of drapery hanging from it like a picture of a Greek vase. Nothing could be plainer than the drag of the robes on the ground after the figures as they retired at the edge of the window, where the clear glass was, previous to going out. #RandolphHarris 4 of 9
The impression produced was that one saw real persons in the air, for though the figures were seen on the window, yet they gave one the impression of walking past the window outside, and not moving upon the glass. I am not inclined to think that the trees outside the mansion at the east end can originate the appearance by any optical illusion produced by waving branches. I could see their leaves rustling in the air, and their movement was evidently unconnected with the appearance and movement of the figures. So I began making enquires on my estate. I discovered that several people had indeed seen the shapes upon the glass. One spoke of a female figure with a slightly skipping step. Another servant said he saw an ancient gravestone from the window. The belief that the tree beside the Tiffany window were somehow responsible for the optical illusion was soon dashed; the trees were cut down, but the figures appeared still. One correspondent wrote to me in the winter of 1889, explain that “as I have no faith in ghost, I have been most wishful to have the matter cleared up. On 25 March 1687, the land you now own was involved in a remarkable satanic horror story. A young girl came to the farmhouse for help, saying that she wanted to get away from a group of satanists who had threatened to kill her. She confessed to the owner that she had murdered her own baby in ‘frenzied ritual.” He befriended the girl, twenty-three-year-old Caludia, and allowed her to stay in his home. She kept telling him that she couldn’t stand hearing the screams of her children inside of her head. And on April 20th, 1687, she died from an overdose of Laudanum and postmortem examination revealed thirteen scars and burns on her body which he tended to and which supported her claims of having been involved in satanic ritual. #RandolphHarris 5 of 9
“Further, Claudia left a 13-page diary in which she said he had been involved with a satanic group since she was hired to work on a nearby farm at age thirteen and her writings went on to make incredible claims. She described how she went to coven meetings with a boy named Dorian whom she had met while living on the farm. The boy’s mother was a High Priestess and his father was The Master—a known satanic term for the leading member of the group. She described other practice which are known to be common in satanic altar initiations—that of having her armed pricked and blood drained into a chalice from which it was drunk. ‘Much sexual perversion went on that night…later I learned more of Satan and practiced my arts calling on my power of darkness. Satan had become my Lord and Master.’ Later she described how she aborted a baby she was expecting by Dorian then made the claim that Dorian himself was sacrificed by his own father in retribution, and how she was forced to watch as he was hung upside down. She claimed to have seen other sacrifices of many new born babies, stabbing them at orgies in which Laudanum was taken heavily. She also appeared to have had another child of her own which was also offered up for sacrifice. At her inquest of 13 May, the midwife recorded an open verdict after the she noted that Claudia’s body had signs which confirmed she had given birth at least once, and had been subject to sexual abuse. The constables took up the case, but no charges were brought and the investigation was closed without further action.” #RandolphHarris 6 of 9
I was shocked of these allegations which seemed to be more than enough to inspire the most lurid of headline writers, more than to testify to the credibility of all who were proffering these dramatic and barely believable accounts of satanic abuse. Everything these people said was being taken as gospel in the village because the allegations were coming from the mouths of so-called experts. However, there were claims of rampant satanic worship in Nova Albion at this time, which was documented by English charters led by Sir Francis Drake for England. There were horrifying claims that fifty women were suffering from the after-effects of cannibalism and an average of ten occult survivors a week were being sacrificed. Dr. Harley said he read of several cases recorded by Theodorous de Bry where children had been killed. There were, of course, also several stories concocted around these three figures in my home. Some said that they issued from the grave beside the east window. Other said that they were victims of the plague, and were burned outside where this window now stands. It may or may not be relevant that the figures seemed to appear when the sound of the organ and of voices raised in song. The case was thoroughly investigated in 1889 by Dr. Robert Radakovic of The Ghost Club, where it was revealed that Llanda Villa had been “haunted” for two or three hundred years by the same figure or figures. Optical tests on the possible patterns of light and reflection had come to no results. It was remarked that “the ghost has been seen from the inside while outside nothing was visible.” #RandolphHarris 7 of 9
The interior of Lalanda Villa was much altered in the late nineteenth century, and a complex of rooms was built behind this haunted window. However, no satisfactory explanation has ever been given for the strange phenomena reported here. While designing Lalanda Villa, I was gaining my tastes from the venerable town around me, and from the relics of the past which filled every corner of my mansion. With the years, my devotion to ancient things increased; so that history, genealogy, and the study of gothic architecture, furniture, and craftsmanship at length crowded everything else from my sphere of interests. These tastes are important to remember for they outwardly concealed knowledge of bygone matters so that one would have fancied the they are literally transferred to a former age through some obscure short of autohypnosis. However, the true madness, I am certain, came with a later change; after the portrait and ancient papers of Saint Adalrich the Duke of Alsacre had been unearthed. Some terrible invocations being chanted under strange and secret circumstances; after certain answers to these invocations had been plainly indicated, and a frantic letter penned under agonizing and inexplicable conditions; after the wave of vampirism and the ominous legends of Neustria; and after the farmer’s memory commenced to exclude contemporary images whilst his voice failed and his physical aspect underwent the subtle modification so many subsequently noticed. He was later diagnosed with porphyria. And a final investigation resulted which virtually proved the authenticity of the papers and of their monstrous implications at the same time that those papers were borne forever from human knowledge. Loving antiquities so keenly, the papers and portrait were secretly concealed. #RandolphHarris 8 of 9
Bedroom fashions changed dramatically over the Victorian years due to several factors. Early in the period, homes were heated by fireplaces and therefore could be uncomfortable in the colder mothers, although a heated bedroom was considered an indulgence and windows were left open during the winter. In reality, only the rich had fireplaces in their bedrooms. Still, one had to keep warm while asleep and bed drapery, consisting variously of canopies, tents, and other enclosures used to shut out drafts, was essential, as was heavy draper on windows. Even doors had decorative, but also functional, drapes called portieres that served to keep out drafts when covering the door.
Mrs. Winchester was wealthy and her wealth and prosperity were even envied among the elite. She had no less than 47 fireplaces in her home. By the end of the century, two things had changed that affected bedroom styles. First, coal and woodburning parlour stoves came into use, were more efficient at heating a house, and could be installed in any room. (Central heating, though available after the Civil War, was really only for the very rich.). Secondly, and more importantly, was an increased knowledge of diseases, germs, and bacteria and how to combat them. Plenty of fresh air with good circulation, and the elimination of materials such as bed draper that not only impeded air circulation but provided a place for dust and bacteria to collect were deemed essential. Since the bedroom served as the place where daily and weekly ablutions were performed (until bathrooms became separate entities), and as a birthing and maternity room, it was important that it have a healthy environment.
Styles of bedroom furniture were affected by this new found interest in and concern for prevention of illness and diseases. The classic English styles of Sheraton, Chippendale, and Hepplewhite migrated from the eighteenth century into the Victorian period. Tall, four-poster canopied beds enclosed the sleeper in heavy drapes of wool or lined damask of velvet, a carryover from the time when houses were built without corridors, and enclosures around the bed were needed for privacy, as well as warmth. By the time mid-century had arrived, the full enclosure had receded to the half-tester, or half-canopy, from which hung draperies that covered only the head and shoulders. Fully enclosed beds were now considered unhygienic, as they limited air circulation and the yards of fabric attracted dust. Dust ruffles and window valances were also discarded in the same house cleaning. In the southern climates, netting was still necessary to protect against insects, and its slightness did not impede air movement.
Gothic Revival furniture was the style into the 1840s and its massiveness was particularly suited to bedrooms. Closets were not an architectural feature at this time; clothing was stored in large cabinets called armories or wardrobes, usually with double, mirrored, and washstand, topped with marble or wood, were manufactured for middle-class homes in the cottage style. “Spool” beds were popular, nicknamed “Jenny Lind beds” because the Swedish Nightingale was rumoured to have slept in when she toured the United States of America. Made of less costly woods like maple or pine, the simple furniture could be elaborately painted with floral or foliage patterns. The well-to-do preferred the more opulent style of Rococo Revival or Renaissance Revival in woods or walnut, mahogany, or rosewood with carvings and applied moldings. As with other furniture in the house, golden oak, promoted by the Arts and Crafts Movement, was popular at the end of the century. Additional pieces of furniture found in the bedroom were writing desks, chaises, or other upholstered furniture.
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Happy is One Who Wisely Considers the Poor
Once upon a time, the police knew the community and community members so well that if your interior lights were on later than usual, they would knock on your door and check to see if everything was well. Times have changed. Economic good fortune smiles, if not on everyone, then on more people than in the past, and glossy magazines offer readers images of well-stocked refrigerators and other scenes from a good life of consumer plenty. It is the era of Paris Hilton, Justin Bieber, and Beyonce. The American youth rebels are clad in leather and denim, wilding out of rap concerts. Replacing an old, destroyed World burdened with memory with a shimmy new and complacently forgetful one has become its own type of redemption. In the face of so much good fortune, maybe people feel less need for cosmic solace, less fear of cosmic retribution. No wonder we associate the post 911 years more with economic miracles than religious ones. However, some fear that various evils such as atomic weapons, genetic experimentation, chemical food additives, a massive overreliance on pharmaceuticals, and the fact that large portions of the Earth will soon become uninhabitable is an indication that people are becoming blind to godly powers. It is believed that people need to relearn it, to use spiritual powers to recover and maintain the divine order. Even Communist ideology is losing its influence on the minds of people in general, and of the young generation in particular, and it becomes apparent in a number of reports from Russia. #RandolphHarris 1 of 19
A very vivid description of this development was to be found in an article by Marvin L. Kalb, “Russian Youth Asks Some Questions.” The author reports from Moscow about a new questionnaire of the “Public Opinion Institute” of Komsomol Pravada, organ of the Communist youth organization. The paper found it necessary to ask questions like “Do you personally have a goal in life?”, “What is it?”, et cetera, not so much for the purpose of a statistical inquiry, but in order to combat the widespread phenomena of apathy and materialism, which are found in the young generation. This is the text of one letter, which is characteristic of others: “‘Are you satisfied with your generation?’ the questionnaire asked. ‘No!’ the nihilist answered. ‘Why’ the questionnaire asked. ‘I’m 19 years old,’ she explained, ‘ and I am filled with apathy and indifference to everything around me—so much so that grown-ups are surprised and wonder, “So young, and yet so bored; what will happen to her when she is 30?” However, this should not be surprising, for it is a simple fact: life is just not very interesting. And this view is not only my own, but all those people with whom I am friendly.’ ’Have you a goal in life?’ the questionnaire asked. ‘Earlier, when I still poorly understood life,’ she wrote, ‘I had a goal—to study. I finished high school; and now I am in an institute part time. But now all my pure dreams lead to only one thing money. Money is everything. Luxury, prosperity, love and happiness—if you have money, you can have all of these things, and more…I still do not know how I am going to get these things; but every girl dreams about a successful marriage with lots of money. Naturally, not everyone succeeds, for there are more people who want money than who have it…But I assure you I shall succeed. My conviction is based on the fact that I always do what I want; and what I want I normally get.’” #RandolphHarris 2 of 19
I do not mean to imply, of course, that his letter is representative of all the young generation in the Soviet Union. However, the survey and the publication of letters like this show how serious the leaders take the problem. We in the West, of course, should not be surprised. We are dealing with the same problems of juvenile delinquency and juvenile immortality, and for the same reasons. The materialism, prevalent in our system as well as in the Soviet Union, corrodes the sense of meaning of life in the young generation and leads to cynicism. Neither religion, humanist teaching, nor Marxist ideology is a sufficiently strong antidote—unless fundamental changes occur in the whole society. Just because ideology is not synonymous with lies, just because they—and we—are not aware of the reality behind the conscious ideology, we can not expect that they will—or could—tell us in an aside “we really do not mean what we say; all this is for public consumption, for keeping control over the minds of the people.” Maybe there is an occasional cynic who thinks this; but it is the very nature of ideology that it deceives not only others, but also those who use it. Hence the only way of recognizing what is real and what is ideology is through the analysis of actions and not in accepting words for facts. If I watch a father treating his boy harshly because he considers it his duty to teach him virtue, I shall not be so foolish as to ask the father for his motivations; instead I shall examine his whole personality, many other acts of his nonverbal manifestations, and I shall arrive at an evaluation of the weight of his conscious intention in comparison with his real motivation. #RandolphHarris 3 of 19
To return to the Soviet Union, what is its ideology? It is Marxism in its crudest form; the development of man is bound up with the development of productive forces. With the development of productive forces, techniques, modes of production, man develops his own faculties, but he also develops classes which become increasingly antagonistic to each other. The development of new productive forces is hampered by the older social organization and class structure. When this contradiction becomes sufficiently drastic the older social organization is changed to accommodate the full development of the productive forces. The evolution of mankind is a progressive one; both man and his domination of nature develop increasingly. Capitalism is the most highly developed system of economic and social organization, but the private ownership of the means of production throttles the full development of the productive forces and thus hinders the full satisfaction of the needs of all men. Socialism, the nationalization of the means of production plus planning, frees the economy from its shackles; it frees man, it abolishes classes and eventually the state. At present a strong state is still needed to defend socialism against attack from abroad, but the Soviet Union is already a classless, socialist society. Capitalism, still beset with its inherent contradictions, must one day adopt the socialist system, partly because of its incapacity to cope with its own contradictions, partly because the example of the socialist countries will be so compelling that all countries will want to emulate it. Eventually, then, the whole World will be socialist, and this will be the basis for peace and the full realization of man. #RandolphHarris 4 of 19
This, in short, the Soviet catechism. It contains a mixture of ideology and theory. There is one difficulty the Western observer must overcome. We are not surprised that medieval thinking was structured in the frame of reference of theology. History was seen in terms of God’s creation, man’s fall, Christ’s death and resurrection, and the final drama of the second coming of Christ. Controversies, and even purely political disputes, were expressed in terms of this central frame of refence. The eighteenth and nineteenth centuries had a secular political-philosophical frame of reference. Monarchy versus republic, liberty versus submission, environmental influence versus innate human traits, et cetera, were the battlefields. We in the West still think in a frame of reference that is partly religious, partly political-philosophical. The Russians, on the other hand, have adopted a new frame of reference, that of a socio-economic theory of history, which, according to them, is Marxism. The whole World is looked upon from this perspective, and argument and attacks are expressed in terms of it. For the Western observer for whom such theories are at best the business of a few professors, it is difficult to understand that the Russians constantly talk in terms of class struggle, conflicts with capitalism, victory of communism. The Westerner assumes that this talk must express an aggressive and active attempt to proselytize the World. It may be useful to remember that our religious ideology, in which, for instance, Christians believe that all men will eventually believe in the true God, et cetera, does not imply that we are all set to convert the pagans. It is simply that, considering our central frame of reference, we have to express our ideas in certain term; the Russians, have their frame of reference, do so in other. #RandolphHarris 5 of 19
Soviet thinking is evolutionary and sees as the central factor in human evolution the development of the productive forces, the transformation of one social system to the next higher one. This view is not ideological in the sense in which I have used the term, but is the way the Soviet leaders really look at history, following a crude form Mr. Marx’s historical theory. It is ideological only in the negative sense that the soviet leaders do not employ this theory to analyze their own system. (Such a Marxist analysis of the Soviet system would immediately show the fictitious character of Soviet ideology.) For most Western observers, however, the theory lends itself to serious misunderstanding. When the Communist catechism says, “Communism will be victorious all over the World,” or when Mr. Khrushchev said “We will bury you,” these statements should be understood in terms of their historical theory that the next stage of evolution will be that of communism, but that does not imply that the Soviet Union sees it as its task to bring about this change by force, subversion, et cetera. It is important to understand the ambiguity of the Marxian theory. It is a theory that claims that historical changes occur when the economic development permits and necessitates the change. This aspect of the theory is one that was the basis of socialist reformist thinking in Europe, as represented by Mr. Bernstein and others. These socialists believe in the “final victory” of socialism, but they postulated that the working class need not—and could not—push events. They held that capitalism had to go through all the necessary stages, and eventually, at some unspecified time in the future, it would transform itself into socialism. #RandolphHarris 6 of 19
Mr. Marx’s view was not as deterministic and passive as that. Although he too thought that socialism could be ushered in only when the economic conditions were ripe for it, he believed that at this point the working class and the socialist parties, who by then would be in the majority, would have to take an active part in defending the new system against all hostile attacks from the former ruling groups. Mr. Lenin’s position deviated from Mr. Marx’s in that he substituted the avant-garde for the working class, and that he had more faith in the efficacy of force, especially in a Russia which had not yet gone through its bourgeois revolution. The Marxist goal of the final victory of socialism was common both to the nonactivist reformists and to Mr. Lenin. The formula itself—“Final victory of communism”—is a historical prediction and perfectly applicable to an evolutionary, nonaggressive policy as represented by Mr. Khrushchev. In judging whether Mr. Khrushchev aimed at a “World revolution” it is useful to ask oneself what one means by “revolution.” Of course, the word can be used in many different meanings, the most general one being that of any kind of complete and violent change of an existing government. In this case, Mr. Hitler, Mr. Mussolini, and Mr. Franko were revolutionaries. However, if one uses the concept in a more specific sense, namely the overthrow of an existing, oppressive government by popular forces, then none of these three men could be called “revolutionaries.” In fact, this usage is generally accepted in the West. When we speak of the English, the French, the America revolutions, we refer to revolutions from below, and not from above; to the popular attack against authoritarian systems not to the seizure of power by an authoritarian system. #RandolphHarris 7 of 19
It was in this sense that Mr. Marx and Mr. Engels used the term revolution, and it was in this sense that Mr. Lenin believed he had started his revolution. He was convinced that the avant-grade expressed the will and the interests of the vast majority of the population, even though the system he created ceased to be the expression of popular will. However, the Communist “victories” in Poland, Hungary, et cetera, were not “revolutions” they were Russian military take-overs. Neither Stalin nor Mr. Khrushchev are revolutionaries; they are leaders of conservative, bureaucratic systems, the very existence of which is based on unquestioning respect for authority. It is naïve not to see the connection between the authoritarian-hierarchical character of a system and the fact that the leaders of such a system can not be “revolutionaries.” Neither Mr. Disraeli nor Mr. Bismarck were revolutionaries although they brought about considerable changes in Europe, and remarkable advantages for their respective countries; nor was Napoleon a revolutionary, even though he used the ideology of the French Revolution. However, even though Mr. Khrushchev is not a revolutionary, his belief in the superiority of communism is perfectly sincere. For him, and probably also for the average Russian, communism and socialism are not, as for Mr. Marx, a humanist system which transcends capitalism, but an economic system that produces more effectively, that avoids economic crises, unemployment, et cetera, and hence is more capable, in long run, of satisfying the needs of a mass and machine society. #RandolphHarris 8 of 19
This is exactly why the Russian Communists believe that peaceful competition between the two systems will eventually lead to the acceptance of the Communist system throughout the World. Their concepts, here as in so many other respects, are those of capitalism—competition in the sphere of economic efficiency. Yet we hesitate to accept Mr. Khruschev’s challenge to compete with his system, and we preferred to believe that he wants to conquer us by force of subversions. While the basis general aims of humanistic socialism are the same for all countries, each country must formulate its own specific aims in terms of its own traditional and present situation, and devise it own methods to achieve this aim. The mutual solidarity of socialist countries must exclude any attempt on the part of one country to impose its methods on another. In the same spirit, the writings of the fathers of socialist ideas must not be transformed into sacred scriptures which are used by some to wield authority over others; the spirit common to them, however, must remain alive in the hearts of socialists and guide their thinking. Humanistic socialism is the voluntary, logical outcome of the operation of human nature under rational conditions. It is the realization of democracy, which has its roots in the humanistic tradition of mankind, under the conditions of an industrial society. It is a social system which operates without force, neither physical force nor that of hypnoid suggestions by which humans are forced without being aware of it. It can be achieved only by appealing to man’s reason, and to his longing for a more human, meaningful, and rich life. #RandolphHarris 9 of 19
Humanistic socialism is based on faith in man’s ability to build a World which is truly human, in which the enrichment of life and the unfolding of the individual are the prime objects of society, while economics is reduced to its proper role as the means to humanly richer life. In discussing the goals of humanistic socialism we must differentiate between the final socialist goal of a society based on the free cooperation of its citizens and the reduction of centralized State activity to a minimum, and the intermediate socialist goals before this final aim is reached. The transition from the present centralized State to a completely decentralized form of society cannot be made without a transitory period in which a certain amount of central planning and State intervention will be indispensable. However, in order to avoid the dangers that central planning and State intervention may lead to, such as increased bureaucratization and weakening of individual integrity and initiative, it is necessary: a) that the State is brought under the efficient control of its citizens; b) that the social and political power of the big corporations is broken; c) that from the very beginning all forms of decentralized, voluntary associations in production, trade, and local social and cultural activities are promoted. While it is not possible today to make concrete detailed plans for the final socialist goals, it is possible to formulate in a tentative fashion the intermediate foals for the socialist society. However, even as far as these intermediate goals are concerned, it will take many years of study and experimentation to arrive at more definite and specific formulations, studies to which the best brains and hearts of the nation must be devoted. #RandolphHarris 10 of 19
Following the principle that social control and not legal ownership is the essential principle of socialism, its first goal is the transformation of all big enterprises in such a way that their administrators are appointed and fully controlled by all participants—workers, clerks, engineers—with the participation of trade union and consumer representatives. These groups constitute the highest authority for every big enterprise. They decide all basic questions of production, price, utilization of profits, et cetera. The stockholders continue to receive an appropriate compensation for the use of their capital, but have no right of control and administration. The autonomy of an enterprise is restricted by central planning to the extent to which it is necessary to make production serve it social ends. Small enterprises should work on a cooperative basis, and they are to be encouraged by taxation and other means. Inasmuch as they do not work on a cooperative basis, the participants must share in the profits and control the administration on an equal basis with the owner. Certain industries which are of basic importance for the whole of society, such as oil, banking, television, radio, medical drugs, and transportation, must be nationalized; but the administration of thee nationalized industries must follow the same principles of effective control by participants, unions and consumers. In all fields in which there is a social need but not an adequate existing production, society must finance enterprise which serve these needs. The individual must be protected from fear and the need to submit to anyone’s coercion. #RandolphHarris 11 of 19
In order to accomplish this aim, society must provide, free for everyone, the minimum necessities of material existence in food, housing, and clothing. Anyone who has higher aspirations for material comforts will have to work for them, but the minimal necessities of life being guaranteed, no person can have power over anyone of the basis of direct or indirect material coercion. Socialism does not do away with individual property for use. Neither does it require the complete leveling of income; income should be related to effort and skill. However, differences in income should not create such different forms of material life that the life experience of one cannot be shared by, and this remains alien to, another. The principle of political democracy must be implemented in terms of the twenty-first century reality. Considering our technical instrumentalities of communication and tabulation, it is possible to reintroduce the principle of the town meeting into contemporary mass society. The forms in which this can be accomplished need study and experimentation. They may consist of the formation of hundreds of thousands of small face-to-face groups (organized along the principle of place of work or place of residence) which would constitute a new type of Lower House, sharing decision-making with a centrally elected parliament. Decentralization must strive at putting important decisions into the hands of the inhabitants of small, local areas which are still subject to the fundamental principles which govern the life of the whole society. #RandolphHarris 12 of 19
However, whichever forms are to be found, the essential principle is that the democratic process is transformed into one in which well-informed and responsible citizen—not automatized mass-men, controlled by the methods of hypnoid mass suggestion—express their will. Not only in the sphere of political decisions, but with regard to all decisions and arrangements, the grip of the bureaucracy must be broken in order to restore freedom. Aside from decisions which filter down from above, activity in all sphere of life on the grass-roots level must be developed which can “filter up” from below to the top. Workers organized in unions, consumers organized in consumers’ organizations, citizens organized in the above-mentioned face-to-face political units, must be in constant interchange with central authorities. This interchange must be such that new measures, laws, and provisions can be suggested and, after voting, decided from the grass roots, and that all elected representatives are subject to continuous critical appraisal and, if necessary, recall. Origin of knowledge. –Over vast stretches of time, the intellect produced nothing but errors; some of them turned out to be useful and species-preserving: whoever hit upon or inherited them waged the battle for themselves and their offspring with better luck. Such erroneous articles of faith, which were further passed on and finally became almost the basic endowment of the human species, are, for example: that there are enduring things; that there are equal things; that there are things, materials, bodies; that a thing is what it appears to be; that our will is free; that what is good for me is also good in and for itself. #RandolphHarris 13 of 19
Only very late did the deniers and doubter of such propositions come on the scene—only very late did truth come on the scene as the weakest form of cognition. It seemed as if one could not live with it; our organism was geared to the opposite: all its higher functions, sense perception and every kind of sensation generally, worked with those fundamental errors, incorporated from archaic times. Moreover, even in the realm of knowledge those propositions became norms according to which one measured “true” and “untrue”—down to the mot remote regions of pure logic. Thus, the strength of knowledge lies not in its degree of truth but in its age, its being incorporated, its character as a condition of life. Where life and knowledge seemed to come into conflict, there was never any serios contest; denial and doubt were considered madness. Those exceptional thinkers, such as the Eleatics, who, in spite of everything, fixed and held fast to the opposite of the natural error, thought it possible also to live this opposite; they invented the sage as the man of immutability, impersonality, universality of intuition, as at once one and all, with a special capacity for that inverted knowledge; they were of the belief that their knowledge was also the principle of life. However, in order to assert all this, they had to deceive themselves about their own condition: they had to credit themselves with impersonality and duration without change to misconceive essence of knowledge, to deny the force of impulses in knowledge, and to conceive of reason in general as a wholly free, self-originating activity; they closed their eyes to the fact that they, too, had arrived at their propositions in opposition to what was considered valid, or from a desire for tranquility, or disinterestedness, or domination. #RandolphHarris 14 of 19
The more refined development of honesty and skepticism in the end rendered even these men impossible; their life and judgment, too, turned out to be parasitic on the age-old drives and fundamental errors of all sentient existence. That more refined honesty and skepticism arose where two antithetical propositions both seemed to apply to life, both being compatible with the fundamental errors, hence where it was possible to argue about greater and lesser degrees of utility for life; likewise, where new propositions showed themselves to be, if not especially useful to life, then at least not harmful either—expressions of an intellectual play impulse, innocent and happy like all play. Gradually the human brain filled itself with such judgments and convictions, and a ferment, a struggle, a craving for power emerged in this tangle. Not only utility and delight but every kind of impulse took part in the fight over “truths”; the intellectual fight became occupation, attraction, profession, duty, dignity; knowledge and striving for the true in the end took their place as a need among other needs. From then on, not only faith and conviction but also scrutiny, denial, mistrust, and contradiction became a power; all “evil” instincts were subordinated to knowledge, put in its service, and acquired the luster of the permissible, the honored, the useful, and finally the eye and the innocence of the good. Knowledge thus became part and parcel of life itself and as such an ever-increasing power—until finally knowledge and those age-old fundamental errors collided, both as life, both as power, both in the same man. The thinker: this is now the creature in whom the drive to truth and all those life-preserving errors wage their first battle, once the drive to truth has proved that it, too, is a life-preserving power. #RandolphHarris 15 of 19
Compared to the significance of this battle, all else is a matter of indifference: here, the ultimate question concerning the condition of life is posed, and here, the first attempt is made to answer the question with an experiment. To what extent can truth be incorporated?—that is the question, that is the experiment. Victory over the ultimate negative as a tempter, and all its temptations—whether direct or indirect—must be learned by the believer from personal experience. One must remember that not all “temptations” are recognizable as temptations, nor are they always visible—for half their power lies in their being hidden. A believer often thinks that one will be as conscious of the approach of temptations as one is of a person coming into the room. Hence the children of God are only fighting a small proportion of the ultimate negative’s workings: that is, only what they are conscious of as supernatural workings of evil. Because of their knowledge of the ultimate negative’s character and methods of working is limited and circumscribed, many true children of God only recognize “temptation” when the nature of the thing presented is visible evil, and accords with their limited knowledge of evil. So they do not recognize the temper and one’s temptations when they come under the guise of lawful and apparent “good.” When the ultimate negative and one’s emissaries come as angles of light clothe themselves in light, which, in their case, stands for evil. It is a “light” which is really darkness. They come in the guise of good—for darkness is opposed to light, ignorance is opposed to knowledge, falsehood is opposed to truth. #RandolphHarris 16 of 19
Darkness is a term we ordinarily apply to evil morality and moral darkness. Hence the believer may need to discern evil spirits in the realm of the supposed good. That which comes to them as “light” actually may be darkness. The apparent “good” may be really evil. And so the apparent “help” which the believer clings to may be really a hindrance. There needs to be a choice between good and evil made perpetually by every man. The Hebrew priests of old were specially called to discern and tech the people the difference between “the holy and the common,” “the unclean and the clean,” reports Ezekiel 44.23. Yet is the Church of Christ today able thus to discern what is good and what is evil? Does she not continually fall into the snare of calling good “evil,” and evil “good”? Because the thoughts of God’s people are so often governed by ignorance and limited knowledge, they can call the works of God “diabolic” and the works of the ultimate negative “divine.” For they are not taught the necessity of learning to discern the difference between “the unclean and the clean,” nor how to decide for themselves what is of God and what is of the ultimate negative—although they are unknowingly compelled to make a choice every moment of the day. Neither do all believers know that they have a choice between good and good, id est, between the lesser and the greater good—and the ultimate negative often entangles them here. The place of the church is in a purely vertical relationship to God, the distinction between the latent and manifest church is challenged, and, the Spirit which constitutes the churches is not the Spirit of Jesus. #RandolphHarris 17 of 19
The Gestalt of grace and the sacramental principle are vehicles for the holiness of the “is,” the actual presence of the divine which, in turn, provides the positive base for the prophetic demand for the holiness of the “ought.” Furthermore, the church portrays an image which it presents to the non-believer who is incapable of seeing its theological side. On the one hand, the latent church under the vivifying power of the Spiritual Presence is in preparation for the reception of the New Being in Jesus the Christ. However, the latent church is not simply an infant awaiting baptism; it is already a mature, adult member of the Spiritual Community, ad under the drive of the Spirit it voices criticism of the manifest church through non-sectarian, secular, or even anti-religious movements. Its protest appears as a cultural phenomenon, but the underlying inspiration is religious. On the other hand, the manifest church openly and consciously acknowledges the New Being in Jesus the Christ, and, united by the bonds of a common faith, it proclaims the Word of the Gospel and the sacraments of the New Law. However, these acts of religion must be expressed in relevant cultural form. The latent church joins the Spiritual Community by participation in the New Being, but it does not know Jesus crucified. The manifest church’s explicit acknowledgement of Jesus as the bearer of the New Being gains for it the symbol of the Cross, the Protestant principle of self-reformation which is the only antidote to demonization. Possession and non-possession of the Cross seems a clear-cut distinction. How can the secular World voice truly prophetic criticism unless it too has the Cross, the symbol of the struggle against the demonic, at least implicitly? #RandolphHarris 18 of 19
What does the explicit reception of the New Being in Jesus the Christ add to the manifest church? In the manifest church, one finds that the Christian Bible, the document of the reception of final revelation, the sacraments which deepen the experience of the New Being, and the corporate organization rallies and sustains Christians in their effort to live the Gospel. Here is certainly a concrete difference between the latent and manifest churches. However, what immediately springs to mind, the demonization and profanization into which these two churches inevitably fall makes one wonder if the transition from the latent to the manifest church is worth the price. It seems that most of the latter’s energy is expended in applying the Cross to correct its own ambiguities. The impression is that the latent church is dynamic, exciting, productive, and pregnant with hope, while the manifest church is tired, dull, weighed down with ambiguities, and moribund—despite the fact that it has received the New Being in Jesus the Christ. One is tempted to conclude almost blasphemously—because it has received the New Being in Jesus the Christ. All Americans are brothers, responsible for one another. I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible with liberty and justice for al. If there be among you a need may, do not harden your heart. The generous heart shall be enriched, and one that satisfies others hall be satisfied oneself. #RandolphHarris 19 of 19
It is safe to say that the second most important room in the Victorian home was the dining room, where not only the family gathered, but where social interaction took place among family and visitors. In the family it should be observed as a rule to meet together at all meals of the day around one common table where the same rules of etiquette should be as rigidly observed as the table of a stranger.
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Ancient, Haunted, Shadowed Town
The clatter at the eastern door was terrific. The paneling was beginning to splinter. A wave of almost abnormal horror swept over me, as days bled into weeks. Glancing up at the window, I observed that it was still dark outside, though to the north I could see lights ominously blazing from the Tower of Babel. There has seemed to be no one in the courtyard below. Every waking hour and every spectral sound seemed like a piece of an intricate puzzle. Llanada Vila was an enigma of tantalizing secrets and I was entangled in its spectral web. Its ghoulish spirits looming over me like ominous storm clouds threatening to consume me. I was a prisoner within the walls of my labyrinth, and each passing day bore a heavier, more costly weight than the day before. Llanada Villa had become my World, my obsession. Its spirits whispered to me, enticing me to build new rooms and enhance architectural features to feed its haunting heart. Echoes answers my foot falls and the gaze of the mansion’s eyes weaved their dark emotions into my skin. Walking softly on the third floor, the hallway was black, and I perceived several open doorways. Uncanny shapes were pouring in as my lantern bobbed in the darkness. Figures moved with uncertainty and I realized to my relief that they did not know where I had gone; but for all that they sent a shiver of horror through my frame. Their features were indistinguishable, but their crouching, and shambling git was abominably repellent. My reality was painted in shades of terror. Shadows pulsating with a life of their own. From several directions in the distance, I could hear the sound of hoarse voices, of footsteps, and of a curious kind of pattering which did not sound quite like footsteps. #RandolphHarris 1 of 5
Ascending the staircase, the steps creaked under my weight, each groan echoing the palpitations of my heart. I was shackled by dreadful anticipation. I walked rapidly, and knew there would be plenty of doorways to shelter me in case I came face to face with a macabre delight. As the figures spread throughout the fourth floor, I felt my fears increase. It was an arduous climb, and there were two shambling figures crossing in front of me. They looked dangerous. Terror washed over me with an icy wave that froze my blood. They moved with a curious gliding motion into the darkness and melted away. When I looked behind me, there was a specter disappearing into the mansion’s tapestry. To my great surprise, I saw, as it were, a dead corpse, a scream clawed its way up my throat, tearing through the silent mansion. As I thought, the corpse was lying extended upon the floor, just as a dead body should be, excepting that foot of one leg was fixed on the ground as it is in bed, when one lies with one knee up; I looked at it awhile, and by degrees withdraw my eyes from so unpleasing an object: however a strange kind of air of curiosity soon overcame my fears, and I ventured a second time to look that way, and saw it a considerable time longer fixed as before. I durst not stir from my position. I again turned from the horrible and melancholy spectacle, and, resuming my courage, after a little reflection, got up with a deign to ascertain myself of the reality of the vision by going nearer to it; but it was vanished! My home has become a haunted stage where my fears came to life. #RandolphHarris 2 of 5
Llanada Villa was veritable gateway to realms of unfathomed horror and inconceivable abnormality. As I was sitting, no, moving about, in an old-fashioned sort of paneled room, there was a fireplace and a lot of burnt papers in it, and I was in a great state pf anxiety about something. There were intermittent flashes of light in the distance. They were definite and unmistakable, and awakened my mind to a blind horror beyond all rational proportion. There was someone else—a servant, I suppose, and I heard several people coming upstairs and a noise like spurs on the wooden floor, and then the door opened and whatever it was that I was expecting happened. It was the sort of shock that upsets you in a dream. You either wake up or else everything goes black. That was what happened to me. Then I was in a big dark-walled room, paneled like the other, and a number of people, and I was being tried, for my life. I had no one speaking for me, and somewhere there was a most fearful fellow—on the bench; he was pitching into me most unfairly, and twisting everything I said, and asking most abominable questions about dates when I was at particular places, and letter I was supposed to have written, and why I had destroyed some papers; and he was laughing at answers I made in a way that quite daunted me. It does not sound like much, but it was really appalling. This man, he was such a horrible villain. The things he said. The next morning, I awoke to a horrifying sight. Tracing the length of my arm were savage scratches, crimson welts etched into my skin. Then I recollected an attack, claws ripping into me in the room on the fourth floor while I was being questioned. #RandolphHarris 3 of 5
From that day on, the hauntings gained a monstrous momentum. I would find myself in unknown corners of Llanada Villa, with no recollection of my journey. Each phenomenon brought new marks, bruises blooming on my skin, cuts etching their painful paths. Fear was my constant companion, ghoulish shadows leered at me from the corners of my home. I was lost in a whirlwind the supernatural. There were cryptical flashings of ghosts and unexplainable beacons appeared before my eyes. For a moment my brain reeled with sheer hopelessness. The feeling of being watched amplified, a malevolent crescendo in the haunting symphony of my mansion. A dread, bone-deep and paralyzing, filled me. There was a spectral figure inching closer, its icy breath on my neck. I became conscious of a peculiar sound in the room—a sort of shuddering sound in the room, as of suppressed dread. It seemed close to me. I gave little heed to it at first, setting it down for the wind in the chimney, or a draught from the half-open door; but moving about the room I perceived that the sound moved with me. Whichever way I turned it followed me. I went to the furthest extremity of the chamber—it was also there. Feeling uneasy, and being quite unable to account for the singularity of this stranger horror, I closed my eyes and put every ounce of will power into the task of holding my eyelids down. Of course, my resolution to keep my eyes closed failed. It was foredoomed to failure—for whom could crouch blindly while a legion of croaking, ghouls hovered noisomely around? #RandolphHarris 4 of 5
I thought I was prepared for the worst, and I really ought to have been prepared considering what I had seen before. My other pursuers had been accursedly abnormal. Can it be possible that this mansion actually spawned such demonic, blasphemous things that human eyes have never truly seen? Despite Llanada Villa’s imposing grandeur, its gilded embellishments, and regal expanse, I found myself unable to dispel the gnawing sense of dread that lingered on the fringe of my reality. Each creak of the ancient wood, the muted rustle from the ghouls’ cloaks, the cold draughts of phantom breath, and the ghostly echoed in my heart. My mansion’s cryptic maze, each chamber was a portal to some other realm. I was a woman divided. Caught in the eternal conflict between the angel of my better nature and the demon of my dark distress. As heiress to the Winchester Rifle Fortune, I was curse for all eternity to be haunted. As the days went on, the atmosphere of Llanada Villa grew denser, the air chillier. They very walls were constricting around me, Llanada Villa was swallowing me into its haunted foundation. Even as I expanded the mansion, my mind found itself incessantly pulled back to the clandestine otherworldly depths manifestations that waver between the phlegmatic and the melancholy. As I gaze over Llanada Villa’s grandiosity, I saw it clearly. Spirits swept through the veins of my mazelike corridors, casting eerier shadows through this ancient mansion, which concealed ghastly secrets for ages untold. It seemed to me that there were limitless swarms of them—and certainly my momentary glimpse could have shewn only the least fraction lurking beneath the foundation and ancient towers. #RandolphHarris 5 of 5
The Winchester Mystery House
In 1923 when the Winchester Mansion opened for tours, the ghosts were known as “hobs.” They often performed the role of nightwatchmen, and under cover of night and darkness their footsteps could be heard. One of the tour guides became so accustomed to the tread that she would call out “Hello there, I’m quite all right, thank you,” Then the hob would depart. The owners were alerted to the presence of the ghost when they heard from time to time the noise of skittles in one of the kitchens; when they would investigate, no one was playing However, glasses left on the counter overnight to dry, would often be returned to their proper places. Clean linen was pressed and folded.
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If Your Value Peace and Quiet—Build!
Llanada Villa was like a fairy-tale castle. The inspiration for my home was so magnificent that such an edifice had virtually no precedent in America; it can from Old World and supernatural sources. As I went up the beautiful stairs and passed along the gallery, looking down on a hall such as few palaces contained, it put me in mind of a scene I well-remembered at the Hotel de Ville, in Paris, at a ball given by Emperor Napoleon III to the King of Sardinia. The recently renovations looked royal, everything was grand and on a generous scale. The principal expansion of the mansion took two years and one hundred men to complete, even though my home was always under constant construction. The clayey soil held on to a kind of forest magic. Stands of palms, cedar, and tulip trees marched along the crest of the estate. Orchards proliferated, heave with fruit. There were apricots with the girth of plumbs. It was most impressive. The sprawling Queen Anne Victorian mansion gave off a sober air of prime and proper prosperity. This was the beginning of a new phenomenon, towering mansions and manicured lawns. Llanada Villa had everything to commend it: a lawn for tournaments of badminton or cricket, formal gardens, greenhouses, a cow barn, horse stables, and a pasture. I found myself brooding about diamonds. In the past few social seasons, as the precious stones flooded onto the market from new mines in South Africa, the prices of diamonds had dropped. They were at once everywhere. Many of my housemaids owned brilliants—small ones, but diamonds nonetheless. They studded not only jewelry but belt buckles, headdresses and hat pins. Infants wore gold buttons set with diamond chips. For any proper ball gown, diamonds were an essential grace note. However, there were invisible trails through this pastoral prettiness. #RandolphHarris 1 of 7
Twilight was beginning to turn Llanada Villa to a red bronze. I gaped at the interior. Skylights of stained glass transformed the brilliant sun outside into a kaleidoscope of softly coloured lights, illuminating mahogany paneled walls. Comfortable armchairs covered in a rich, floral brocade were arranged around low tables, and a beautifully pattern carpet stretched across the vast room’s floor, punctuated by the occasional potted palm tree. As I brushed past a pair of maids, bustling down the passageway with their arms full of linens and whispering furiously, everything felt so unsettled at present; the winter was shaping up to be a rather odd, disjointed season. A chill swept over me despite the warm air wafting in from the fireplaces. Since the deaths of William and Annie, darkness lurked just on the border of holiday celebrations. Their deaths could not be explained on natural grounds. To make matters worse, ghost from different eras and life situations seemed to intermingle down in the basement. As the moon waxed full—a strange restlessness took over. It began with insomnia, which rocketed me out of a deep sleep into a strange wakefulness. I became aware of an urge to go for long moonlit walks. I began a downward ascent from the fourth floor. Darkness was embracing the mansion. Grotesque silhouettes hung like dark ominous clouds all about me. It crept into my nostrils and throat until it became painful to breathe or swallow. I watched the shadows rolling and tumbling, until they finally disappeared from sight. Immediately after I sat down…and did see a black thing jump into the window. And it came and stood just before my face. The body of it looked like a monkey, only the feet had claws, and the face somewhat more like a man. And I being greatly affrighted, not being able to speak or help myself by reason of fear. #RandolphHarris 2 of 7
I shut my eyes. Darn it to hades. I saw those old trivial and horrible things, and turned slightly to the side. Someone or something beside me touched my hand as if in sympathy. My eyes opened. It was dark, but not as dark as before. A little moonlight was seeping through the skylight. However, there was no one beside me. I began to walk in silence. Passing through the sumptuous halls, stretched out like a never-ending arrow shaft, in the distance, mirages—like dreams—sprang into life, shimmered and silently dissolved at my approach. Suddenly there was a high, thin voice, and it seemed dry, as if from long disuse. Of words or tune there was no question. It went sailing up to a surprising height, and was carried down with a despairing moan as of a winter wind in a hollow chimney, or an organ whose wind fails suddenly. It was a really horrible sound. Light shone from under the door of one of the parlors. I approached it. Turned the handle, and gave a sudden vigorous push. No use. The door stood fast. The darkness that came in around me now was a tangible thing, warm, disquieting, fearful as the interior of a locked coffin. With my back to the door, in that moment it opened, and an arm came out and clawed at my shoulder. It was clad in ragged, yellowish linen, and the bare skin, where it could be seen, had long grey hair upon it. I gasped with a cry of disgust and fright, as the door shut again, and a low laugh was heard. Hurring off, I was glad to be away from the scene of action. However, the darkness had been too dark; it seemed to m that there were other things—unseen, unheard, unreal—in my home. These forbidden horrors—something of the age-old horrors were festering in corners with monstrous spirits to keep them alive. That night I slept in one of the guest-chambers, and in the morning everything seemed calmer. I talked to Mr. Hansen as little as possible about the strange and unpleasant things, but discussed the renovation. I was queerly enslaved by my home. #RandolphHarris 3 of 7
All day, I racked my brain over the problem. I could think of nothing but this terrible enigma, and gave up all efforts to perform my usual work. Perhaps the oppressiveness of the house came from its construction, more like a tomb or a prison, than a mansion. There are walls in the house that are two feet thick, and there are room boarded up by brick walls a foot thick. Yet, for al that anyone knows, the mysterious darkness of Llanada Villa came from the very wood purchased from the Schwartzwald Forest in Germany. At the time, unbeknownst to me, legend has it that the forest is actually haunted by werewolves, witches, and the devil himself. When the dark curtain of mist rolls slowly over the forest, the werewolves and other supernatural beings may sometimes be seen to sweep across the moors, rough, swarthy and of huge size, with fiery sparks shooting from their eyes and nostrils. They have been said to devour sleeping children in the absence of the household. A person who was passing at night heard them sweep through the forest with a great cry and shouting; and when he reached the highest point of the forest, he saw them pass by, with the “Master” behind—a dark gigantic figure, carrying a long hunting pole at his back, and with a horn slung around his neck. When they reached the ancient redwood tree—the Master blew a great blast upon his horn, and the whole company sank into the Earth. In any case, to discover the source of my redwood made me aware that these trees were the poor creatures of the Devil. The wildest and most remarkable of the supernatural beings still linger within the bounds of the forest and haunt the wood. Their souls cry for vengeance. The Spectre Hounds of the Schwartzwald Forest, are believed to pass, at close of day, in one great army. #RandolphHarris 4 of 7
I first noticed the curved bank of cloud edged by faint auroral light at about half-past seven. As the sun dropped below the horizon line, I began climbing the magnificent stairs. When the sun came back into sight once more, it looked like the malevolent inflamed eye of an angry god at being awakened again. The wind started howling, and Llanada Villa make an awful creaking sound like a cry from a giant infant. I knew there was spiritual warfare going on in my home with terrifying entities, which put my life in mortal danger. Suddenly, utter horror burst over me and weighted my spirit with a black, clutching panic from which I could not shake free. The moment was too hurtful, too awful. I could hear the voices of whispering children, as I was walking down the far side of the mansion. A horribly oppressive darkness of the claustrophobic closed in menacingly…it seemed to billow like impenetrable black smoke. A large group of children appeared, they passed through the walls, and suddenly blood rained—and pieces of dead bodies fell to the floor, which were torn from the graves of powerful witches buried in the haunted forest. That same night, one of the servants incautiously left the door to the kitchen open. I could hear the far-off drumbeat of a horse’s hooves. I made my way to the kitchen and looking before me, there was only a shadow moving across the room at first, but as the sound came nearer, I could see the animal, its mane and tail rippling like black flags. It was a magnificent beast, like a great dog (one of the dogs of hell) coming toward me; being within four or five yards of me, it stopped and sat down, and set up such a scream, so horrible so loud and strong, that I though the Earth moved under me, with which I fainted and fell down. #RandolphHarris 5 of 7
I opened my eyes and screamed when I saw an apparition. In the semi-darkness, it cast a shadow…a black elongated shadow of the cross. It was a scream wrenched involuntarily from my soul, for there, in the faint light of an approaching dawn, I could see that I was holding in my arms the rotting cadaver of a woman—a body from which the flesh was peeling in great huge strips like rotten liver, from which the death grimace revealed crooked brown teeth, and eyeless sockets. I whimpered and jumped to my feet. My heart was hammering as though it were an overtaxed runaway machine about to explode into pieces. My breath came in deep pants of fright. My eyes darted frantically around like lose of one tormented by phantoms. Running down the stairs, I fell twice, painfully ripping open my legs and hands, and the words I wanted most to say came spewing out, “Help me…someone! Help me!” The cold undulating horror closed in around me. Awaken…wake up…wake up I mentally shouted. However, the nightmare, more real than life itself, remained. There are horrors beyond life’s edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while evil’s preying calls them just within our range. The devil called me in, and engulfed me. My mind leaped into turmoil. I could make out nothing in the dim half-light, so I edged back into the hall, the dog of hell clumping mechanically after but pausing on the inner door’s threshold. I felt my knees give under me and my vision go black. I was lying on the floor when I came to. I found myself choked in the dark. Weeping and knowing now the desperate futility of hope, I had reached the edge of night…and the everlasting darkness of the dead and the damned reached out to embrace me. #RandolphHarris 6 of 7
ADONAY, DALMAY, LAUDAY, TETRAGRAMMATON, ANERETON, and all ye holy angels of God, be ye here and deign to impart virtue onto this skin, that it may be properly conserved, and that all thing there written may attain their perfection. I am one that is looking with gladness upon thee, O thou spirit Berith—the twenty-eight Spirit in Order. I call upon thee Berith and your 26 Legions of Spirits, as thou are beautiful and praiseworthy! With gladness I say, because thou art called in him who is creator of Heaven and Earth and the dwelling of darkness, and all things that are in their palaces, and because thou art the servant of obedience In these the power by which thou art obedient to the living breath, I bind three to remain visible to our eyes in power and presence as the servant of fealty before the circle until I say “Descend unto thy dwelling” until the living breath of the voice of the Lord is according to the law which shall be given unto thee. By the seal of the secret wisdom of Solomon thou art called! I conjure thee, creature of parchment, by all the names of God, that nothing which shall be written within thee may ever be blotted from truth. Do thou manifest before this circle, fulfil our will in all things that may seem good to us. I invoke, conjure, and command thee, O Spirit Berith and your 26 Legions of Spirits, to appear and show thyself before this circle, in fair and comely shape, without deformity or guile, by the Name of ON; by the Name Y and V, which Adam heard and spake; by the Name of JOTH, which Jacob learned from the Angel on the night of his wrestling, and was delivered from the hands of his brother Esau. The spiritual weapon has been made manifest in this corporeal World through our will and counter creative power so you may fill it with your essence and might. Empower it so that it may serve us here upon the corporeal plane! May it serve as a key to the realms above and below unlocking power and wisdom for our glory and ascent! Fill this spiritual weapon with your powers of wrath and fury that it may seek out spiritual attacks made toward us rendering them useless and impotent! #RandolphHarris 7 of 7
The Winchester Mystery House
The phenomena of death, the mystery of disease and sickness, and all the other events of common occurrence in daily life gave rise to speculations about the unseen World, which gradually led to a distinction, although slight at times, between good and evil spirits. It is a World of ghost, ghouls, and demons that have the capabilities of silently entering lives and wreaking havoc. There are generally three distinct classes of evil spirits, many ready to torment the hapless wanderer. First came the disembodied human soul which could find no rest, and so wandered up and down the face of the Earth; second, the gruesome spirits which were half human and half demon; and thirdly, the fiends and devils who were of the same nature as the gods, who rode on the noxious winds, or brought storms and pestilence. Demons are actually disembodied spirits who existed before the World was a paradise and never were in human form. Some people believe The Winchester Mystery House to be haunted. Many have had pleasant experiences, while others account of fearful tales of ghosts. Whatever your opinion may be, it is a beautiful place thousands of people come to enjoy year after year. You can tour the mansion, and stroll the beautiful gardens and may feel more at peace than you have anywhere else on Earth.
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Randolph Harris II International Institute 