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A House Built for Spirits?

Most houses declare the activities they shelter; they are the clear expressive cuticle of a life flowing close to the surface; but the haunted Winchester Mansion, know as Llanada Vila, is a mystery that is as impenetrable as death. The tall windows are like blinking eyes, the great door is a shut mouth. Inside there may be sunshine, the scent of daisies, and a pulse of life through all the arteries of the huge frame; or a mortal solitude, where vampires, demons, and ghost ledge in the disjointed walls and the 2,000 solid gold keys to the doors remain unused. Winter approaching, and Mrs. Winchester finding herself once more alone, it was surmised among her women that she must fall into a deeper depression of spirits. However, far from this being the case, she displayed such cheerfulness and equanimity of humor. The wind stripped the gardens of their exotic plants and bright flowers. The European black locust, English yew and English walnut, Peruvian pepper were all dormant, but the date palms, Spanish and Norfolk pines were still standing strong. The unique collection of towering monkey puzzle trees, seemed to come alive as the branches swayed hither and tither. Mrs. Winchester kept her room in this black season, sitting over the fire, embroidering, reading books of devotion, and praying frequently in her observational tower. As for the servants, aching with rheumatism on the marble floor, they galloped through the mansion like men and women with witches after them, preparing for the arrival of Mrs. Winchester. #RandolphHarris 1 of 8

A moment later, the door to the parlor opened, and there stood Mrs. Winchester. She held her Hypnotic Colombian Emerald Estate Ring of 10.75 carats in one hand and had drawn a scarf over her shoulders; but the rich saturation and fine vivid hues of blue and green shone through it like the moon in a mist, and her countenance sparkled with beauty. Suddenly, there was a loud noise at the other end of the salon, as a heavy object being dragged down the passage; and presently a dozen men were seen hauling across the threshold the shrouded thing from the ox-cart. Mrs. Winchester had grown pale. Before her eyes was a crypt. They sky turned to a steel grey, against which Lalanada Villa stood out. A wind strayed through the mansion. Mrs. Winchester fell in a swoon; and when she came to her senses, in her own chamber, she heard the butler had locked the doors to the observational tower and forbidden anyone to set foot in there. The place was never opened again until the butler died thirteen years later; and then it was that the other servants saw for the first time the horror that Mrs. Winchester had kept in there. When the crypt was opened, it flooded the mansion with a sense of violence, grotesque visions, fragmentary images of the souls taken by the Winchester Rifle, tormenting lines of verse, obstinate presentiments of pictures once beheld, indistinct impression of rivers, towers, and cupolas, gathered in the length of journeys half forgotten. Someone opened the widows and let in a blast of that strange, neutral air which walks the Earth between darkness and dawn. Someone let a demon into the house. He walked vaguely, like a blind man on creaking boots. #RandolphHarris 2 of 8

Mrs. Winchester stood, as it seemed, on a threshold, yet no tangible gateway was in front of her. Only a wide vista of light, mild yet penetrating as gathered glimmer of innumerable stars, expanded gradually before her eyes, in blissful contrast to the cavernous darkness from which the demon had emerged. She stepped forward, not frightened, but hesitating, and as her eyes began to grow more familiar with the melting depths of light about her, this demon confirmed for the first time that witch covens still existed and revealed what he described as some of the ancient secrets of the cult—even though half of them were of his own creation. He stopped short of revealing some of the inner secrets of his cult, although ironically one of the vows of newly initiated witches was that they should not speak of the mysteries at all. He gave Mrs. Winchester new plans on how to build her mansion, and she promised to keep his presence a secret. However, by opening the doors of his covens and revealing some of the rudiments of ritual worship, the demon stirred up a new hornets’ nets. Although many people in Santa Clara County responded and began enquiring about the vast expansion of the Winchester Mansion, the Sunday papers took up the gauntlet, and one after the other ran exposes of what Mrs. Winchester and her staff of witches and warlock do, under intriguingly lurid headlines proclaiming the dangers of black magic and the “frenzied dances rituals at Midnight in the Grand Ball Room” of the covens. A new witch fever developed; important church men spoke out against this infectious evil. #RandolphHarris 3 of 8

As Mrs. Winchester gazed, her heart beat with a soft and rapturous surprise; so exquisite a promise she read in the summons of the demon, which told her as long as she continued construction on her mansion, she would have eternal life. “And so death is not the end after all,” in a sheer gladness Mrs. Winchester exclaimed aloud. “I always knew it could not be. I believed in Darwin, of course. I do still; but then Darwin himself said tht he was not sure about the soul—at least, I think he did.” Her gaze lost itself in the ethereal remoteness of her mansion. “How beautiful! How satisfying!” she said. “Perhaps now I shall really know what it is to live.” The Oakland Tribune claimed that the Winchester Mansion was “forged by the biggest upsurge of black magic and timeless secrets of witchcraft since the Middle Ages.” That was not an overstatement. If they only knew it, these towers, turrets, curved walls, cupolas, cornices, gables, balconies, ornamental finials and finely detailed trimwork that gave the mansion a castlelike appearance were just the tip of the iceberg. “I have never n that fullness of life which we all feel ourselves capable of knowing; though my life has not been without scattered hints of it, like the scent of Earth which comes to one sometimes far out at sea,” said Mrs. Winchester. “Many words define my home, love and sympathy are those in commonest use, but I am not even sure that they are the right ones, and so few people know what they mean.” What had been emerging for some years during the construction of the Winchester mansion was an astonishing revival in occult interests and ritual magic. #RandolphHarris 4 of 8

Passersby said they felt the darker forces of the occult and the so-called black magic groups emanating from the estate. For those newspaper investigators to whom the whole occult community could be wrapped up into one malevolent package, there was sufficient evidence from interviews to show that the witch cult was very much alive and expanding the mansion day and night. In the eyes of the enquiring beholder, the Winchester Mansion was not only beautiful, but bizarre. They could see witchcraft in the stained glass, black magic in the observational tower, and satanism in the main house. It was, of course, too much to expect witch fraternity, the massive home could not be seen nor understood by the general public. Magic is magic, and because the secrecy surrounding the estate, Mrs. Winchester was bound by an oath of silence. However, the newspapers became intent on exposing what went on being the closed doors of the witches’ “temple.” With rumors of devil worship, and blood-lust abounding it, Mrs. Winchester and her estate made an excellent source of entertainment for the valley. Nothing like it had been seen for many, many years and suddenly the media were filled with witch stories. The gossip from the towns people, one could hear their voices rise and fall, like the murmur of two fountains answering each other across a garden full of flowers. Nothing had changed in the public’s perception of the occult and the paranormal. The discovery of black magic rites being performed on their own doorstep put the fear of God into the villagers. There was always suspicious of witches covens locally. #RandolphHarris 5 of 8

People used to talk vaguely about them; witches, black magicians, no one could differentiate because they had no knowledge on which to judge. One morning in March of 1889 it was discovered a huge granite slab covering one of the graves in the village churchyard had been moved, and the remains of the body of a girl Maria H. who died in 1720 had been removed. The story gradually unfolded when one of those taking part in what transpired to be a black mass staged inside the old Cathedral Basilica of St. Joseph confessed to a newspaper. The skull and bones of Maria H. had been taken from the grave and arranged inside the church over a makeshift altar. A Celtic cross in a circle was painted in blood-red paint on the wall and a white chicken was sacrificed in an hour-long ritual. Over one years later, locals still talk of the witches of the Basilica because, at the time, it caused an uproar of protest culminating in a powerful article published in the Oakland Tribune, which dismissed talk of white witches who heal and do good and thundered “in our considered opinion witchcraft and black magic are a state of mind…youngsters out for kicks will find only depravity, disillusion and destruction in this thing called witchcraft.” Everyone has heard stories about witches and the Winchester Mansion. After the death of the Mrs. Winchester in 1922, the mansion remained closed for a year, but no one knew why. When it was opened, investigators discovered that thirteen people including a priest had been killed and left in the mansion. Santa Clara police admit that after the place was closed it was the scene of satanic rituals as well as drug dealing. Historians speculate that the mansion rests on the bones of angry Ayrans. #RandolphHarris 6 of 8

Almost everything will eventually be restored, although you can find spots where the cracked plaster has not been fixed after the 1906 earthquake. This has been left on purpose, like a frozen moment in time, to show people how the house actually looked when Mrs. Winchester lived there. Many say the house is haunted. The house was once a community showplace, and is today still surrounded by velvety green lawns and overlooks the hill. The mansion was once the sight of lavish teas, balls, musicals and banquets for visiting dignitaries. From there, the Winchester Mystery House was born and is now open for tours of the 110 of the 160 rooms. There once were 500 to 600 rooms and over 700 acres of land. The Winchester Mystery House has continued to expand and flourish, and has accumulated what can only be described as a substantial band of followers, some taking the stories as gospel, others using them as guidance and adjusting them to meet their own requirements. The Wicca movement has left contenders waiting in the wings, wondering if the rituals work and if they will ever see the manifestation of Mrs. Winchester. Well can always try. O THOU great, powerful, and mighty KING AMAIMON, who bearest rule by the power of the SUPREME GOD EL over all spirits both superior and inferior of the Infernal Orders in the Dominion of the East; I do invocate and command thee by the especial and trye name of GOD; and by that God that THOU Worshippest; and by the Seal of thy creation; and by the most mighty and powerful name of GOD, IEHOVAH TETRAGRAMMATION who cast thee out of Heaven with all other infernal spirits; and by all the most powerful and great names of God who created Heaven, and Earth, and Hell, and all things in them contained; and by their power and virtue; and by the name PRIMEUMATON who commandeth the whole host of Heaven; that thou mayest cause, enforce, and compel the Spirits of William W. Winchester of Sarah L. Winchester to come unto me here before this Circle in a fair and comely shapes, without harm unto me or unto any other creature, to answer truly and faithfully unto all my requests; so that I may accomplish my will and desire in knowing or obtaining any matter or thing which by office thou knowest is proper for him to perform or accomplish, through the power of GOD, EL, Who created and doth dispose of all things both celestial, aerial, terrestrial, and infernal. #RandolphHarris 7 of 8

Unite physical and spiritual discipline in order and create a dynamic of synergy which will assist in tearing the veil between physical and spiritual realms. Allow powerful changes to take place as your powerful spirits integrate and merge with mine. Allow the inner darkness to spill from the crown into outer darkness and mold and shape the energy of your spirits as a clear vision before my eyes. Allow my consciousness to expand until it is made whole and able to oppose all creation and all limitations. I CONJURE thee, O Spirits of William W. Winchester and Sarah L. Winchester that you will appear unto me to answer to such things as I would have desired of thee, or would have been satisfied in; I do in the name, and by the power and dignity of the Omnipresent and Immortal Lord God of HOSTS IEHOVAH TETRAGRAMMATON, the only Creator of Heaven, and Earther, and Hell of all things both visible and invisible, bless thee, and fulfill thee of all thine office, joy, and place; and I do bind thee in the Winchester Mystery House there to remain for eternity! Let all the company in Heaven bless thee! Let the sun, moon, and all the stars bless thee! Let the LIGHT and all the hosts of Heaven bless thee into the light of udder salvation, and into joy unspeakable. And as thy names and seals contained in this mansion, your eternal home is prepared for the blessed and the damned spirits, and there to remain for eternity, and be remembered as immortal and eternal before the face of GOD and man, who shall come to bless thee and thy World with love and joy. Surrender yourself into my will; I will conduct your undertaking to your best interest. By the Twelfth Table, laid upon the Table or Seal of the Spirits, I compel you to appear immediately, and to serve in all things. #RandolphHarris 8 of 8

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Look Away Always When You See it

Before consciousness can come, a certain degree of activity in the movement must be reached. This requisite degree is called the “threshold;” but the height of the threshold varies under different circumstances: it may rise of fall. As Sarah L. Winchester was working on her sprawling complex, sighting of an old man, dressed in a raincoat and hat, were frequent enough, to scare Mrs. Winchester and several of the construction workers. Although the phantom was usually benign, choosing to spend most of his eternity simply patrolling the ground of the house, occasionally people witnessed the ghostly temper. The spirit explained, though a Ouija board, that the previous owner of the farmhouse had murdered him. It soon became apparent to Mrs. Winchester that the spirit was both angry and aggressive. He threw things, set fires, and even wrapped the cord from an electrical appliance around a visitor’s neck. Mrs. Winchester moved to her houseboat for almost a year, but it was not long before the spirit found her there and began to draw attention to himself by banging on the exterior walls. When the invisible entity hurled a fisherman to Mrs. Winchester’s house boat, the confused and frightened woman moved back to her mansion. Mrs. Winchester initiated into a coven which operated secretly. It was an old-established coven by all accounts and among the more renowed—but secret—rituals the coven performed was their attempt to help Mrs. Winchester stop evil spirits from taking her life, too. They claimed responsibility for helping Mrs. Winchester’s husband, William Wirt Winchester create “The Gun that Won the West.” #RandolphHarris 1 of 9

The coven consisted of 12 witches and the devil was the leader. Each member of the coven specialized in a particular branch of magic, such as bewitching agricultural produce, producing sickness or death in humans, storm raising, and seduction. The New Forest coven told Mrs. Sarah L. Winchester that her family and fortune were being haunted by spirits, and the group was deadly serious about their secret rituals to keep the demons and evil spirits at bay and decided beforehand that they could leave nothing to chance. However, to be 100 percent effective, no only would Mrs. Winchester have to build an estate as a monument to the spirits, but there would also have to be a human sacrifice. It is aid that the oldest and frailest member of the coven volunteered to die during the ritual, set for what proved to be the coldest May night in many years. All but the frail old man had covered their bodies with an ointment, which was in reality a heavy grease used among other things to keep the body warm. Having formed their magic circle in the depths of the forest, the group, who were unveiled, made a line and held hands and then danced furiously around a small bonfire, chanting the incantation banishing the demons and evil spirits from Mrs. Winchester. They performed the rite with such vigour that one or two of them fainted, a not uncommon experience when a serious amount of power and energy is aroused by performance of ritual. The old volunteer duly collapsed and died, and it is not known whether it was from an overdose of mushrooms, over-exhaustion or the cold. #RandolphHarris 2 of 9

The great sacrifice had been made and the potency of their magic could only have been enchanted when two other members of the coven died from pneumonia in the following two weeks, and two others passed to the waiting room for reincarnations not long afterwards. The angry spirit’s energy seemed to be dissipating. He was no longer destructive, but limited his ghostly activity to creating balls of ghost light—also knowns as ignes fatui—that would harmlessly bounce round the mansion. The very existence of the Winchester Mansion and Mrs. Winchester was so dark and mysterious that many doubted it was real. People heard that she manufactured gold through alchemy, and aimed toward the moral renewal and perfection of mankind. It is said that Mrs. Winchester eventually became incorporated into Freemasonary. Excited by the ritual and the coven, Mrs. Winchester became an ardent student of witchcraft. Because her own coven was made up entirely of elderly people who merely possessed partial knowledge of the old religion and the ritual, Mrs. Winchester began a comprehensive study of recent books. She believed there was an urgent task ahead of her, especially when seven coven members died after conducting their rite against the spirits killed by the Winchester Rifle, and seemed to believe that it was up to her to save witchcraft from extinction. #RandolphHarris 3 of 9

Two nights before the 1906 Earthquake, the phantom attacks began late one evening in Mrs. Winchester’s bedroom when she was thrown and molested by an unseen force. Her screams of terror brought her niece Daisy running into the room. For a second Daisy stared in disbelief as she plainly saw her aunt was being assaulted. What Daisy could not see who by who or what. Thinking that Mrs. Winchester had suffered a terrible nightmare, Daisy tied to calm her horrified aunt. Mrs. Winchester had her niece search the house search the house thoroughly, it took nearly 24 hours to comb through the catacombs of the mansion, but no signs of a break-in were discovered. One hour before the 1906 earthquake, all was quiet in the grand mansion. The stars hung low over the distant dark horizon, and there was a mere stroke between the Earth and Heaven. The soft wind swept though the rooms of the house, beneath the high ceilings, bring a tropical freshness to every nook and cranny, though the big mansion was cold. Mrs. Winchester did not care. Because of her mansion’s immense size, it contacted forty-seven fireplaces and seventeen chimneys. One rambling section in particular, the Hall of Fires, was designed to produce as much heat as possible. She was bundled in a long Shetland wool turtleneck, and legs snug in wool stockings, and she enjoyed the chill of the breeze as much as the fierce and specific heat coming from her busy fireplaces. The cold, the smell of the water, the smell of the fire—all of it was Lalanada Villa in the winter, Mrs. Winchester’s hideaway, her refuge, her safe place to be. #RandolphHarris 4 of 9

As she lay on the couch opposite the hearth, staring and the intricately carved mahogany wood ceilings, watching the play of light on it, and wondering in a passive uncurious sort of what, what it was about Daisy that made her so happy—and why she had been such a perfect escape from the perpetual gloom of her life. Mrs. Winchester decided to retire to her favorite bedroom, “The Daisy Bedroom.” Sadly, as she laid her head down on the pillow, vicious attacks by a paranormal intruder started up—and Daisy rushed to respond to her aunt’s cries for help. The early morning, the entity’s strength was especially powerful, its forced picked up Daisy and hurled her out of the room, slamming the door shut and living Mrs. Winchester alone. Daisy landed on the floor, and broke her back on impact. As for Mrs. Winchester, “The morning was the most terrible disaster that ever befell my house. For me to describe the scenes and events of the past few days would be an impossibility at present, and no doubt you would have had more news regarding the fate of my estate than I myself know. All that I can say is that at this writing is, that about 5.13 a.m., Wednesday morning, my niece was flung for my room as the door slammed, I was thrown out of bed an in a twinkling of an eye, the nine-story observation tower of my house was dashed on top of my house, locking me in my bedroom and destroying most of the fourth floor of my home. As I was tossed to and fro on the floor amid flying glass and timber and plaster, I begged for my life. #RandolphHarris #RandolphHarris 5 of 9

When the dust cleared away, I was an able to open my door, and banged and banged on the door, desperately calling for help. I saw nothing but a ruin of house, and home that it had taken nearly two decades to build. I saw the fires in the sky arising in great clouds and it was no time to mour my loss so getting into what clothing I could find. As I waded through plaster, to I all my precious goods still on the shelves with no damage being done to them, but I wondered how my most precious gift, my niece Daisy was. I still could her crockery and glassware falling as the house shook more and more. The piano in the next room crashed into the wall like a freight train. I was more nervous than excited. As the mourning of the third day came, I could barely speak, I was too weak to walk, and so thirsty that I thought I would parish, but that is when my men busted down the door and rushed me to safety. This home was really part of me and made me think of what was ahead of us. Only an independent force could be responsible for this tragedy.” Through all of this, Mrs. Winchester was badly shaken. Mrs. Winchester felt the Earthquake was a warning from the spirits that she had spent too much money on the front section of the house, which was nearing completion. After having the structural damage repaired, she immediately ordered the front thirty rooms—including the Daisy Bedroom, Grand Ballroom, and the beautiful front door—sealed up. The heavy, ornate doors, which had been installed just prior to the earthquake, had only been used by three people—Mrs. Winchester and the two carpenters who installed them. #RandolphHarris 6 of 9

Through all this, the attacks continued and word of the bizarre hauntings leaked to the press. Not only were the spectral attacks continuing, but now the being was leaving scrapes and bruises all over Mrs. Winchester’s body. The woman’s pride had been totally obliterated by fear. Clocks, vases and mirrors were thrown about by angry, invisible hands. Cold breezes blew through the house and a nauseating odor permeated the rooms. Mrs. Winchester’s agony went on for months, and years. The entities gained strength and began to materialize with physical forms. The terror had reached its climax. And what a dreadful thing they had all done to Mrs. Winchester. Did not anyone care what the woman felt? All many of the people in the town did was gossip and tell her, “You have lots of blood on your hands.” As for the idea that Daisy was in real danger, that Daisy had been forced somehow to leave, that something might have happened to her—that was almost too terrible a thought for Mrs. Winchester to bear. Yet Mrs. Winchester was pretty sure something had happened to Daisy. Something really bad. She could feel it. Mrs. Winchester said she could see ghosts, and did not think anyone should bank on Daisy coming back. Mrs. Winchester had so many regrets. Sometimes it seemed to her that her entire life was a great sighing regret. Beneath the lovely surface of her Grand Queen Anne Victorian Mansion, her gorgeous new born daughter was gone, her favorite niece was missing, all her charming nephew did was stop by to pick up a check and was never seen again, and her handsome husband, God rest his soul, also died prematurely. Her own southern style, was nothing but regret, as if her life had been built atop a great and secret dungeon. #RandolphHarris 7 of 9

Where was her emerald ring Mr. Winchester had left her? The evil in the house lived in every brick, piece of wood, and every bit or mortar; twelve witches and a devil; and to think, all their old possession were up in the attic. The evil lived in those things; it lived in the plaster ceilings, and under the porches and eaves, like bees’ nest hidden in the capitals of the Corinthian columns. Mrs. Winchester began to write out in longhand a compilation of ritual and ceremony, a sort of grimoire or magician’s handbook the type compiled by occultists and alchemists of old. She called hers The Book of Shadows and claimed it contained the handed-down version of her own coven’s centuries-old theory and practice of witchcraft. By tradition in witchcraft and the occult, practitioners of both were expected to write in their own hand a diary of their workings and rituals; printed various were said to cause the loss of power. It was this work that was to form the basis of the re-creation of modern witchcraft, and it is used in covens the World over as what amounts to the new witches’ gospel. Mrs. Winchester was also told by a medium that not only was she supposed to keep building her mansion to achieve eternal life, but that she must also keep writing her book and never let it out of her hand, for if it was found in the hands of another, they would be taken and tortured, and there would be no hope for her life if she betrayed the occult. However, if she were steadfast to her death, she would experience the ecstasy of the Goddess. #RandolphHarris 8 of 9

Mrs. Winchester gave witchcraft a new lease on life by revealing the inner secrets of the craft and leaving clues built-in to her mansion. She made a beautiful image out of witchcraft. It was her ambition to banish the fear of witchcraft in society and make it more publicly acceptable. Consciousness cannot expand until it is first made whole and this is to oppose creation of all its limitations. I conjure thee, Spirits of Sarah L. Winchester and William W. Winchester, by Alpha et Omega, Lezo and Yschirios, Ohin Ission, Niva, by Tetragramation, Zeno, by Peraclitus, Ohel, by Orlenius, Lima, by Agla, that ye will obey and appear before me and fulfill my desire, thus in and through the name Elion, which Moses named. Wherefore thou shalt make faithful answers unto all my demands, O Spirits of Sarah and William Winchester, and shalt perform all my desires so far as in thine office thou art capable hereof. Wherefore, come thou, visibly, peaceably, and affably, now without delay, to manifest that which I desire, speaking with a clear and perfect voice, intelligibly, and to mine understanding. I do conjure thee, O thou Spirits of Mrs. and Mr. Winchester, by all the most glorious and efficacious names of the MOST GREAT AND INCOMPREHENSIBLE LORD OF GOD OF HOSTS, that thou comest quickly and without delay from all parts and places of the Earth and World wherever thou mayest be, to make rational answers unto my demands, and that visibly and affably, speaking with a voice intelligible unto mine as aforesaid. I now plant the seed of my desire withing the black earth, through the mouth of Arezura where the powers of sorcery and counter creation dwell. Through this gateway of darkness, I now shine the light and power of my will upon this World for the benefit of me and mine! #RandolphHarris 9 of 9

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Did Mental Pain Leave Her as Easily as Physical Pain?

In every being that is real there is something external to, and sacred from, the grasp of every other. God’s being is sacred from ours. In 1884, Mrs. Winchester left New Haven, Connecticut, and the graves of her husband and only child, moved to San Jose, California, and began the obsession that was to last for the rest of her life. She purchased an unfinished eighteen-room farmhouse outside the small agricultural town, and for the next 38 years, the sound of construction on Mrs. Winchester’s house never stopped. If you stand in Mrs. Winchester’s palatial house, observing the intricately carved hands of the grandfather clock move into place, you may see the number thirteen. The clock has a deep, melodious chime. Occult symbols are everywhere one looks; on the cornerstones, in the pages of books; on the facades of the mansion. In fact, the art, the language, the spirit of Rome runs through this entire house. There were once great marble statues of figures in Roman dress. There were wood craved Roman columns. Why did Mrs. Winchester, heiress to the Winchester rifle fortune, spend the last half of her life and $5,500,000 building a house with 160 rooms? She said with a straight face, she had been forced to build the house by some supernatural force. At first, Mrs. Winchester professed, “I am not mystic; I studiously avoided witchcraft, spiritualism, yoga, fortune-telling, automatic writing…I belong to no religious cult, no secret society, no philosophical sect,” she said. Mrs. Winchester could not have known how her mansion, now called “The Winchester Mystery House,” would become so important a work for pagans all the World over. It has even been called the 8th World Wonder. It was oddly constructed and a complicated mansion, but beautiful, nonetheless. She described it as the result of an obsession with the moon goddess and her sacred alder tree, which was said to possess the energy and power of spirits of “the old ones.” According to Mrs. Winchester, the deity she had discovered was the goddess of magic, the key to the subconscious and consequently the source of artistic and poetic inspiration. #RandolphHarris 1 of 7

Her contention was that she was the moon goddess worshipped by ancient European civilization and was in turn linked to an African goddess; she was the young maiden of the new moon, the glorious lady of the full moon and the wise old crone of the waning moon. Mrs. Winchester had evidence that dated back to 1597 in which the goddess, or the queen, of the coven was described in detail; she, and all coven queens, were claimed to be the Earthly representative of the goddess. More importantly for the pagan movement which had emerged from the shadows in the Victorian era, Mrs. Winchester discovered a succession of coincidences that her goddess was a universal deity symbolized in pre-Christian mythology, appearing in all the major old religions, whether they were Greek, Egyptian, Norse, Hindu, African or Celtic. Ancient secrets had been thrust at Mrs. Winchester. Her obsession filled her day; she worked furiously at her project and now coincidences began to arrive more openly, or as cynics might say, very conveniently. On her desk was an old solid gold box she had acquired, with a design on the lid which she had never been able to identify. On the top of the box she used to stand a gold angel woman. As construction was in serious progress at the Winchester mansion, a neighbour died and left Mrs. Winchester an antique craved ivory figure, and soon after she was given an emerald ring by a friend, unaware of her moon goddess project, which bore three intertwined symbols. #RandolphHarris 2 of 7

All these items were inextricably linked in their history—the box lid design she discovered ten years later represented the African Moon goddess; the angel figure was the herald of an African Queen mother who claimed direct descendancy from the goddess; the antique figure was the White Goddess; the ring carried a seal depicting the three basic symbols of the moon goddess cult: a stag, a moon and a thicket. “Please believe me,” said Mrs. Winchester, “I was wholly unaware [of these connections] at the time…chains of more than coincidence happen in my life that if I am forbidden to call them supernatural, then I must call them habit.” Coincidence or not, Mrs. Winchester could never explain the speed which she built a 70,000 square foot mansion, drafting blueprints furiously as if charged by some other force. Her pen could barely keep up with the words that streamed from her the spirits. When she completed a plan for that particular segment of the mansion, Mrs. Winchester gave the blueprints to the first architect, but he refused to keep building these unusual designs. That architect died of a heart attack shortly afterwards. The second architect to read the blue prints for the new addition retuned them with a rejection slip which said he could not make sense of any of it, and doubted if anyone else could, either. He was later found dead, hanging from a tree in his back garden, dressed only in women’s underwear and scandalously accused of sexual depravity. #RandolphHarris 3 of 7

However, Mrs. Winchester’s foreman, John Hansen, thought her sketches were of astounding depth and ability and recommended they move ahead with the projects. This resulted in some awkward and impractical concepts such as columns being installed upside down—though some suggest this was done deliberately to confuse evil spirits. The reward was that John Hansen made a profit and altogether better fate than that suffered by the two who turned down the project. Only those with a deep belief in the possibilities of the paranormal would not immediately dismiss the two deaths as purely coincidence, as Mrs. Winchester said she would have done—up to that point. Afterwards, she remained altogether more receptive to the idea of some mystical intervention. Mrs. Winchester concluded that witchcraft was the descendant of primitive religions whose primary deity was a goddess who had been worshipped simultaneously in numerous countries. Mrs. Winchester’s notation on this point—that the witches’ magical number is thirteen, there are thirteen full moons and thirteen witches’ Esbat (the monthly meeting of the witches’ covens); there are thirteen lunar months, with one day over. The female cycle of menstruation is twenty-eight days, and menstruation is a word formed from the Greek mene, which translate as moons. Knowledge of Mrs. Winchester and her mansion was passed orally down through the ages; very little had been written. Those secret covens—and there are still a few—operate in the Winchester Mansion and are formally linked by a network administration, which is secret. #RandolphHarris 4 of 7

There are practitioners of the dark arts of the occult involved, and they have more academic secret societies who can provide the missing links in the chain of knowledge to Mrs. Winchester and the Winchester Mystery House. After the mansion was opened for tours in 1923, near the door-to-nowhere, a misty presence appeared—an apparition of a beautiful young woman dressed in a flowing, beaded gown. Her demeanor suggested that she was in turmoil and fleeing from someone only she could see. The frightened looking ghost began to appear more and more frequently, details about her spread throughout the community. Older folks in the area listened especially carefully to those who had seen the ghost. Descriptions of the formally dressed, seemingly confused entity reminded them of an incident that had occurred one night in the mansion. These older people could recall the year President Roosevelt invited himself to the Winchester Mansion. It was to be the gala event of the year. Unlike many other parties, Mrs. Winchester was unaware. However, President Roosevelt had not taken into account Mrs. Winchester’s dramatic reaction to the plans. She felt no affection for the President Roosevelt and had become deeply depressed at the thought of spending her life with him. However, the staff went ahead with the plans. The party was well underway and Mrs. Winchester’s engagement was just about to be announced when Mrs. Winchester panicked. #RandolphHarris 5 of 7

Still wearing her exquisite gown, Mrs. Winchester bolted from the house and fled down the street. A few of the party guests, including the president, tried to follower her, but Mrs. Winchester disappeared into thin air. Mrs. Winchester, who they always protected from the realities of outside life, was somewhere out on the streets with absolutely no resources. When President Roosevelt returned to inquire about Mrs. Winchester, he was denied entrance to the mansion because they blamed him for her disappearance. Victoria Venison, the maid, notified the authorities. Despite widespread publicity, an intensive search, and the offer of a $1,000,000 reward, Mrs. Winchester was never seen again. The staff died heartbroken and alone, never recovering from their terrible loss. In 1923, on September 5th, the county of Santa Clara declared Mrs. Winchester dead. Construction immediately ceased on her mansion. And her favorite niece Daisy told the press that Mrs. Winchester died in her bed, alone, in her sleep. The ghost of the young, feeling Mrs. Winchester wearing a formal, beaded gown continues to appear even today. She is always seen near the door-to-nowhere, running away from the future she could not bear to face. Sadly, no one has been able to help Mrs. Winchester accept her fate; as a ghost, the former Mrs. Winchester seems to be in a separate dimension and therefore feels no connection to today’s World. Perhaps her soul passed on to another plane the very day she died and what people are seeing is just a ghostly replay of the terrible trauma Mrs. Winchester experienced when she disappeared from her mansion. #RandolphHarris 6 of 7

If you ever have the opportunity to visit the Winchester mansion in Santa Clara County, be extra vigilant in watching tour guides and guests in the mansion. The young woman in the long gown may not be an eccentric person—she may be the frantic ghost of Sarah L. Winchester. Hearken to me, O ye Heavens! O thou Spirit Sarah L. Winchester, beautiful and praiseworthy! with gladness I say, because thou art called in Him who is the 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 thee 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, Sarah L. Winchester, a servant of God, upon the OCH, and conjure three through water, fire, air, and Earth, and everything that lives and moves therein, and by the most holy names of God, Agios, Tehirios, Perailitus, Alpha et Omega, Beginning and End, God and Man-Sabaoth, Adanai, Agla, Tetragramaton, Emanuel, Abua, Ceus, Elioa, Torna, Deus Salvator, Arama, Me-sias, Clerob, Michael, Abreil, Achleof, Gachenas et Peraim. Eei Patris et Peraim Eei filii, et, Peraim Dei spiritus Teu, and the words by which Solomon and Manasses, Cripinus and Agrippa conjured the spirits, and by whatever else thou mayest be conjured, that you will yield obedience to me, Sarah L. Winchester, the same as Isaac did to Abraham, and appear before me, Sarah L. Winchester this instant, in the beautiful, mild, human form of a youth, and bring me a beautiful home much like yours. #RandolphHarris 7 of 7

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Using the hidden passage in Sarah’s Seance Room circa 1930s 🤫 #100yearsofmystery #winchestermysteryhouse

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There is No Other Remedy

As a young lady, Sarah Pardee was the Belle of New Haven, Connecticut. Born in the heart of unsurpassing wild and romantic scenery and old legendary castles, she was highly cultured, a finished musician, an avid reader and spoke four languages. Long ago she learned of the existence of some papers which set out doctrines of witchcraft that might well have been the remnants of pagan rituals, hidden away and secretly practised since the conversion of Rome to Christianity in the fourth A.D. Sarah often muttered spells known in old Roman times; she astonish the learned by their legends of Latin gods. In 1862, Sarah married William Wirt Winchester, son of the famous rifle magnate. The son, although in ill health, carried on most ably with the newly named Winchester Repeating Arms Company. Cessation of the Civil War failed to hinder the prosperity of the progress of his company because migration to the West was in full swing. Invention of a practical repeating rifle accelerated success. The Famous Winchester Rifle, “The Gun that Won the West,” attained the dubious fate of “killing more game, more Indians, and more U.S. soldiers than any other weapon in this nation’s history.” Sarah was terribly shocked by the death of her month-old baby girl; in fact, it can be well believed she never fully recovered and this surely influenced some of her eccentricities. Added to this loss was the death of her husband 15 years later from Tuberculosis. #RandolphHarris 1 of 10

On arrival in San Jose, she immediately started remodeling the newly purchased, unfinished, eighteen room farm house. She found the planning kept her grief-disturbed mind occupied and she became thoroughly enthused. Financial problems were certainly no deterrent; allegedly she brought with her a fortune of $20,000,000 with her and had an average income of $1,000 a day. That is a great some, especially considering one could build a grand home for $5,000. Nonetheless, just how such precise amounts came to be public knowledge is unknown. However, these have been the commonly accepted figures for years and they do roll off the tongue (or pen) with a satisfying clink. Her lack of architectural training gave her little concern. Every morning she made the rounds with her ever patient foreman inspecting the latest progress. Some days she sketched plans on spot using a saw-horse drawing table and any handy material, often brown wrapping paper (and used both sides). From the foreman came no argument; he had only the problem of interpretation. However, glaring unusual features failed to discourage her and time was fleeting. Sarah simply ordered the error torn out, sealed up, built over, or around, or more likely, totally ignored. Hence came support for the conjecture that for her, this was a gigantic game of building-blocks! Mrs. Winchester communicated with the spirits to get many of the architectural details. #RandolphHarris 2 of 10

With the ceremonies and invocations or incantations addressed to Diana, a goddess, the female came down to Earth, established witches and witchcraft and then returned to Heaven. She was also involved in the planning of the Winchester Mansion. Some may think this is eccentric, but theosophy was all the rage among those interested in things in mystical late Victorian London and New York. Humanity was the study of comparative religion and philosophy and many investigated the mystic powers of life and matter. Mrs. Winchester rode in regal splendor in conveyances fitting to the era. First it was a Victoria with Liveried coachman. In later years came a French Renault, a Buick “Town-Car” and finally two Pierce-Arrows, on done in stunning blue and gold. Sarah L. Winchester’s presence was so sensational and the building of her mansion was so fast and massive that there was talk of a new secret society like the Order of the Golden Dawn. Some of these rumors were fueled by the highly publicized occult personal who were involved in activities at the mansion. Mrs. Winchester believed that the theory that witchcraft was identified with satanism and devil-worship was obscured. It was just the starting point for superbly colourful fictional writings. She was personally convinced that it was basically a pre-Christian Dianic cult and she had found the name Diana in writings about witchcraft all throughout history. #RandolphHarris 3 of 10

Unlike witches, who had no publc support because they were deemed to exist no longer, the phenomenon of spiritualism and clairvoyance had grown immensely in the Victorian era and had many prominent people among its belivers. There was also a strong lobby movement called the Spiritualists’ National Union which immediately began a vociferous campaign over the injustice which some witches faced, to which they enlisted the support of antrhopologists, lawyers and even some police officers. Many may not be aware, but at one time the laws allowed for witches to be prosecuted. However, there was no place for this type of discrimination in a new free society. Eventually the ancient Witch Act was repealed. Also replealed was Section Four of the Vagrancy Act of 1824 so far as it extended “to persons purporting to act as spiritualistic mediums or to exercise any powers of telepathy, clairvoyance or other similar power.” The two Acts were replaced by the Fradulent Medium Act, 1951 which, as the title explains, finally gave spiritualists and mediums the freedom to operate legally–unless they could be show to be obtaining money or kind by fraud. Any payment for the demonstration of psychic powers for the purposes of entertainment was also freed from the dangers of the law. The lawmakers had prised open the floodgates to allow easy passage for a new movement of witchcraft, paganism, satanism, occultism, spiritualism, mediums, clairvoyance, fortune-tellers, tarot card readers and newspaper astrologers. Authors on occule subjects were going to get a new lease of life too and, whether anyone knew it or not, this was the rebirth of witchcraft. Many reports on witch craft, often include the description of a “black man.” #RandolphHarris 4 of 10

Mrs. Winchester believed that “the man in black” described at meeting of witches’ covens was a priest dressed variously in dark clothing, or in skins, and wearing horns or antler. It was a ritual disguise, originally intended to represent the Incarnate God, that not merely existed in the practice of ancient ritual, and was copied by the witches of the Middle Ages, but still existed in contemporary witch covens she had experienced in Glastonbury, one of the most “witch-pressed” areas of the British Isles. What began to emerge through study of Mrs. Winchester is that witches possessed diabolic powers given to them by the devil. Sabbatic meetings were able to convince others that they were all able to drawn down the diabolic powers and the hordes of demons swirling through the air, in the Winchester Mansion, waiting to be summoned, by selling their souls to the devil. Many of the executed witches undoubtedly did indeed believe themselves to be servants of the devil, and acted out their magical rituals for that purpose and there were ample descendants employed in the Winchester Mansion. Mrs. Winchester’s auto science engineer, Fred Larsen, believed that she possessed incredible powers, including the fatal power of the evil eye and had the ability to fly, and he said he often saw werewolves and vampires around the estate, and other desperate evils of black magic—all of which he associated with witchcraft. #RandolphHarris 5 of 10

People truly believed that witches could fly through the air and were capable of transforming themselves into animals. Mrs. Winchester studied various ancient recipes for the preparation of witch ointments for these purposes, containing such ingredients as the fat of a deceased unchristened baby, mixed with wolfsbane, poplar leaves and other potent herbs. By this means, said the old textbooks, the witch could be carried through the air in a moonlight night “to feasting, singing, dancing, kissing, and other acts of venery with such youths as they love and desire mostly.” However, instead of child’s fat, Mrs. Winchester, because it was so horrific, Mrs. Winchester would use hog’s lard. She once carried out a test, using one of these recipes. Mrs. Winchester rubbed the ointment all over her body. She fell into a deep sleep for twenty hours. When she awoke, she suffered a sever hangover and made immediate notes of her experiences. She recorded wild dreams of flying through the air, and of monsters and demons. This dovetailed with the claim that witches were able to fly off to these exotic meetings at the Winchester Mansion, leave their bodies apparently asleep so that their husbands suspected nothing. This may explain why at night, passers-by heard ghostly music wafting from the dark mansion, as the bell in the belfry high in the gables would toll regularly at midnight to summon the incoming flights of spirits. It was also reported that it tolled again to warn these visitors to return to their sepulchres. However, once a week these spirits and witches and demons relaxed and danced in the Great Ball Room. #RandolphHarris 6 of 10

The devil was easy meat for the popular newspapers whose upsurge coincided with Mrs. Winchester’s arrival. The headlines soon began to appear whenever there was the discovery of the remnants of “black magic” rites in some secluded wood, a set of chicken bones arranged in the sign of a cross, a desecrated gravestone or some other outbreak of witchcraft. Any hint of witchcraft in Santa Clara County was sufficient to arouse immediate press attention and whip of a frenzy of interest, even as time progressed through the nineteenth century. The reaction was generally the opposite in areas of the country where witchcraft had been prevalent; they preferred not to speak of it. There was no better example of this than the murder of an old farmhand at the Winchester Mansion, in December 1899. It later became known as the “witchcraft murder” when the maid Victorian Venison discovered links with the occult. The victim, Stanislas De Duaita, farmhand and suspected witch, was found lying on his back under a willow tree, with a pitchfork driven through his throat and into the ground. A cross had been carved on his chest and the billhook which had been used was left lodged between his ribs, at the base of the cross. The Winchester mansion was surrounded by relics where spirits from the old gods were said to linger. There was even a Stonehenge where Duaita’s body was found, witches were said to hold their sabbats there. #RandolphHarris 7 of 10

Local villagers did not want to talk about the murder; they had convinced themselves that Stanislas De Duaita was a witch. He was said to have bred toads and sometimes harnessed them to a miniature plough and allowed them to run in the fields. This was known to be one of the methods of an infamous and malicious witch of the nineteenth century and was said to make the fields sterile and the harvests fail. The previous year, the harvests had been poor round the Winchester Mansion. And, so the story goes, the finger was pointed at Stanislas De Duaita. Then another coincidence was discovered, which later investigators saw as a precedent to Duaita’a murder—and which demonstrated the traditional methods of disposing of witches’ parts, that of blooding them so that as they bled their power vanished. Thirteen years earlier and just 80 acres away, a woman named Helena Petrovna Blavatsky died in exactly the same manner—speared and pinned to the ground by a pitchfork and with a cross carved on her chest by a billhook. On the occasion, a local peasant named Guido von List confessed to the crime; he said the woman had bewitched him. Hundreds of statements were taken in writing, and dozens of samples of clothing, hair and blood for forensic testing, but the investigation came to naught. Stanislas De Duaita had the dubious distinction of being the last known witch—if he was one—to die a brutal death on the Winchester Estate. #RandolphHarris 8 of 10

As the mansion continued to grow into this impressive Queen Anne mansion, the spirits requested more Gothic lines of the classical English Victorian. Constructed of the finest materials available, the house reflected essential Queen Anne elements—rounded tower, steep gabled roof and varied textures—at their loveliest. The fourth story had imported Italian wood shingles over redwood sheeting and the prominent corner turret had a wood shingle roof and curved windows. Stained glass windows were another prominent feature. All the trim in the house was redwood, with exception of some of the areas with handcarved oak. The details and quality of materials make modern architectural duplication virtually impossible. The staff complained to Mrs. Winchester that the house was haunted. The butler was awakened by sounds of footsteps approaching his bedroom door. As the foot steps stopped, the door was opened, and he was confronted by darkness. There were other sounds too: laughter and old-fashioned music. After the death of Mrs. Winchester, the mansion was an easy target for looters and vandals who used chain saws to remove staircases, fireplaces and light fixtures. Jackles of the night were literally tearing the house to pieces. Once more the mansion radiates Victorian splendor—though many of the remaining 161 rooms are off limits, but 110 are open to guests. Laughter is anything but eerie, cheerful voices echo through the halls, brisk footsteps are heard. But at night…well no one ever really likes to work too late. #RandolphHarris 9 of 10

After the mansion was opened for tours, one woman was prosecuted after police raided a séance she was conducted as a spiritual medium. Her clients included numerous well-to-do people, often anxious to make contact with the “other side” after wartime tragedies. However, it was well documented that during one of these séances of Victorian Venison’s, a young sailor who was aboard the Abigail, which wrecked on Wangerooge Hanover, manifested himself and told how his ship had been sunk with considerable loss of life. The sailor’s mother refused to believe it, saying that if this had happened, she would have been informed. “You will be, mother, three weeks from now,” came the reply from the dead son through the medium. And according to Mrs. Cohen, the confirmation came through exactly as predicted. At her trial, Mrs. Venison was offered to give a séance to prove her abilities. Witnessed also came forward in her defense, but their testimonies were unheeded. She was found guilty and sentences to thirteen months imprisonment. I do invocate, conjure, and command thee, O thou Spirit Vassago, to appear and to show thyself visibly unto me before this Circle in fair and comely shape, without any deformity or tortuosity; by the name and in the name IAH and VAU, which Adam heard and spake; and by the name of God, AGLA, which Lot heard and was saved with his family; and by the name IOTH, which Jacob heard from the angel wrestling with him, and was delivered from the hand of Esau his brother; and by the name ANAPHAXETON which Aaron heard and spake and was made wise. #RandolphHarris 10 of 10

Winchester Mystery House

Did you know that the floor in the North Conservatory could be pulled up so the water could drain easier without damaging the wood floor? Sarah really did think of everything🌿 Explore this room and more on tour this weekend! https://winchestermysteryhouse.com/

And while in the Bay Area, be sure to check out some other Victorian Homes open for tour.
Cohen-Bray House

Some of our team had the absolute joy of visiting the Cohen-Bray House in Oakland yesterday. This Victorian style 3-story home built in 1883 filled with the original contents and interiors is a sight to see + has a wonderful story (we won’t give too much away as you will have to go and tour for yourself 😉). Tours offered every 4th Sunday of the month. See link in their bio for more details! https://www.cohenbrayhouse.org/
America’s Best Kept Secret—The Winchester Mansion

Four years ago, I had a party that was too much fun for me. There was a guy who said he would give me everything I need. As I recall, when I was a five-year-old in China, I had been offered up to a Satanic cult and forced to participate in unspeakable rites. During a three-month ceremony called the Feast of the Beast, I was made to recite rhymes while closed in a coffin in the Under Ground City within a grave, and the floor was covered with slithering snakes. There were robed men and women tearing apart “kittens” with their teeth, and eaten. Sometimes I let temptation get the best of me. The conversation was going on until I turned my hair. He started touching me and kissing me like he didn’t care. I thought at first, I should go home, but then I fell asleep in the chair. All I got to say is… While I was sleeping, I had a dream that I was locked up in a cage with a lion. Years later, police dug up the empty lot next to our house and found some animal bones and shark teeth, which were asserted to prove nothing. Although sheriffs conducted an extensive dig in the area, no bodies were ever found. A prolonged investigation by the FBI concluded the stories provided no evidence, no charges filed. However, later the sheriff announced an investigation that as many as one hundred adults participated in cannibalism, blood drinking and murder of as many as thirty children during Satanic rites at a local church. #RandolphHarris 1 of 6

Despite the facts that the, the church was quickly cleared, no bodies could be found, but Sheriff insisted that he believes the stories of ritual abuse. He says he knows the children were baptized “in the Devil’s name.” One male youth was reportedly sexually assaulted by a doctor who used a crucifix in the ritual. However, after a year ling, multi-million-dollar investigation, the task force was disbanded without having found ant hard physical evidence. On the bases of information obtained from several human sacrifices by a Satanic cult in a nearby rural site, officers of the law spent ten hours digging up a field, searching for the remains of one-hundred-and-thirteen victims allegedly sacrificed over the past sixteen years. Some animal bones were found, along with food, headless dolls bound at the feet and pentagrams on their stomachs, a pile of forty-five male tennis shoes were found, an axe, an ancient dagger, and cleaned and pressed children’s clothes from the 1800s in a sealed cement coffin, and a thirteen-foot scorched wooden cross, along with an anatomy dissection book found in a Victorian house near the main mansion. No charges filed. The idea of an underground conspiracy of blood-drinking, cannibalistic Christians, Satanists, kidnaping and killing children as part of unspeakable religious rites, adds an even more horrifying dimension to an already horrifying subject. As bizarre as some of the tales sounded, police investigators did not take them lightly. #RandolphHarris 2 of 6

I was awakened in the middle of the night by the howling—the same lone wolf voice I had heard the night before. It was about one a.m. I did not know how long it had been going on, only that it had finally penetrated my thin chaotic dreams and nudged me towards consciousness. I sat up in the darkened bedroom and listened. It went on for a long time, but gradually became fainter as if the wolf was moving slowly and steadily away from the mansion. It had a tragic, plaintive quality as before. It was positively baleful. And then I could not hear it anymore. An hour later when I could not get back to sleep, I took a walk through the corridors of the third floor. I felt uneasy. I knew what I was doing. All at once I stood still. I held my breath and glanced around. What did I see? You may believe me or not; you may call it a fairy tale or what you will; you may term it a freak of my imagination, but all the same I give it for what it is worth. I saw emerging from a secret passageway in the floor forty-nine men attired in ghostly habiliments. I was badly taken aback; I had been well aware of the accident that happened when the mansion was built killing 49 men. I had realized what I had seen could not logically be happening—not in my time anyway. Those who had been killed in the incident had been so taken by surprise that they were apparently still not aware that they were dead—and their ghostly apparitions were continuing to work on the mansion as though nothing had happened. #RandolphHarris 3 of 6

A team of horses could not budge me while the ghosts were visible. Almost overnight, an entire new industry was born. Special police anti-occult task forces were forced to cope with the new menace. Child psychologist, social workers, probation officers, and born-again Christians were asked to speak to concerned staff members, and seminars were conducted for law enforcement personnel by the self-proclaimed “experts on Satanic crime.” The incidences of people being locked in rooms, doors slamming by themselves, curtains moving, and strange footsteps have been reported. Guests often report a shadowy figure who parts the curtains to look out of otherwise unoccupied rooms. A variety of wild stories were told to explain Mrs. Winchester’s death. Some claim that Mrs. Winchester went out on a cold Winter night during a rain storm. She lost her way and froze to death. Others say that she was massacred by Indians of fell down the mansion’s stairs and bled to death. The truth is that Mrs. Winchester, who outlived her husband and children, was residing in Santa Clara Valley when she died of natural causes at 98. Many who have seen Mrs. Winchester several times, believes that her spirit is still in the house because of her happy life when she was living there. She is in her early twenties, attractive and vibrant. Some frequently smell a fragrance—wild azaleas—that we associate with Mrs. Winchester. Sometimes we sense a man’s presence—probably Mr. Winchester—and we smell 4711. #RandolphHarris 4 of 6

Other times we feel teenage energy that we associate with Mrs. Winchester’s greedy nephew. He is always here, a part of the mansion and of our lives. The Winchester family will always own the mansion. We are just caretakers. Still, the fact that such a large underground existed undetected until the early seventies, along with growing case files of Satanic events reports, was enough to set investigators seriously searching for a similar network of Christians and Satanists. To combat blood rituals and human sacrifices, specially formed task forces logged thousands of police human-hours investigating reports. However, not one piece of concrete evidence was ever turned up to corroborate a Satanic conspiracy. As one case after another fell apart, explanations by the conspiracy buffs became more and more fantastic to accommodate the lack of evidence. The use of portable crematoriums and “alter babies”—that is, babies without birth certificates born secretly to cult members at home for the specific purpose of sacrifice—were offered as reasons why no infant bodies had been found. An investigation by the FBI Behavioral Research Unit, however, came to different conclusions. It found a “cross-contamination of ideas” taking place between parent and law enforcement groups, and between the children and the social workers interrogating them. They found evidence that a cult had been using human fetuses to make ceremonial candles. Leading Satanic crime experts say that in the 1800s, a living alter had been used at the Winchester Mansion for the living spirits that were being worshipped. Black masses took place in the Winchester Mansion. #RandolphHarris 5 of 6

During hours of torture, Mrs. Winchester never told her clients names, nor told prosecutors the names of the people who attended the Black Masses. It was believed that 1,000 to 2,500 people have made their transition to the spirit World in the mansion. The typical Satanic ritual used ceramic cats, stained glass, and houses with geometric shape (including stars, circles, and rectangles). There were also photographs discovered in the mansion of White, middle-class America—doctors, nurses, housewives, businessmen, and happy-looking young children—all surreptitiously giving each other the sign of the horns, clearly indicating exactly what America’s best-kept secret is. Also discovered were WICCA Letter written at the Witches International Coven Council which took place in Mexico in 1898. The documents purport to be a political blueprint for an international takeover by Satanists and the Winchester Mansion becoming the new White House. The names of the cult members were allegedly sealed in thirteen envelopes, which were kept in Mrs. Winchester’s safe. Strange tales frequently occur around the notorious Winchester Mansion. It is an eerie place with vestiges of rat pack glamour. Small wonder staff members complain of angry voices and frightful apparitions. In 2007, the mansion was closed for the evening. Everything had been cleaned and locked. The next morning when it was opened, there seemed a flurry of movement, there was a shape reaching out, but it thinned, vanished—as if made of pixels of color and light. Food remained on the table in the Venetian Dining Room and one of the six kitchens was in disarray. The staff stood there, shaken badly, their hearts in their throats, starring at their own reflections in the window. The dead just don’t stay dead. #RandolphHarris 6 of 6

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Frequent Occurrences of Hauntings

Whether or not one believes in Mrs. Winchester’s superstitions about spirits, it is harder to dismiss frequent occurrences of hauntings which assaulted one’s vision wherever one would look. The question of the “evil” in her home had already become too grave for her. The place was known to swarm with ghosts. Mrs. Winchester was seated by her fire. abruptly she saw a shadow of a vast spider hung suspended in the air, just beyond the barrier. It passed swiftly around her and seemed to probe ever towards her, but only to draw back with extraordinary jerky movements, as might a living person who touched the hot bar of a grate. Round and round it moved and round and round she turned. Then, it retired almost beyond the glow of the vacuum light and then came straight towards her, appearing to gather form and solidity as it came. There seemed a vast malign determination behind the movement that must succeed. She was on her knees and jerked back, falling on to her left hand and hip, in a wild endeavour to get back from the advancing thing. With her right hand she was grabbing madly for her ivory-gripped Volcanic Navy pistol which she had let slip. The brutal thing came with one great sweep straight towards her. Mrs. Winchester yelled. Then, just as suddenly as it had swept over, it seemed to be hurled back by some mighty, invisible force. It was some moments before she realized that she was safe, and then she got herself together, feeling horribly done and shaken and glancing round and round the barrier, but the thing had vanished. Yet she had learnt something, for she knew not that the mansion was haunted. #RandolphHarris 1 of 10

Suddenly, as Mrs. Winchester crouched there, she saw what had so nearly given the monster an opening through the barrier. In her movements within the halls of her mansion, she noticed that the door to nowhere was open. She closed it and felt almost safe again. For a long time, she felt uneasy, as she saw odd wavering over among the shadows near the door to nowhere. And a minute afterwards the door was opened and slammed wide with tremendous force. The next instant the thing made one swift, vicious dart at her from the shadows. Instinctively she started sideways from it and so plucked her hand from upon the fireplace poker, though—owning to her inconceivable foolishness—it had been enabled for a second time to pass through the door to nowhere. She shook for a time with sheer fear. Mrs. Winchester moved right to the center of a pentacle in the room and knelt there, making herself as small and compact as possible. She could not be sure if she was being influenced unconsciously or was she in danger? With her suspicious watchfulness, a mysterious hand materialized out of the shadows and seemed to leap almost into her face, so nearly did it approach her, but it was thrown back by some altogether enormous, over-mastering force. Yet, apart from the dazed fright in which it left her, she had for a moment that feeling of spiritual sickness, as if some delicate, beautiful, inward grace had suffered which is felt only upon the too near approach of the ab-human and is more dreadful in a strange way than any physical pain that can be suffered. She knew by this more of the extent and closeness of the danger, and for a long time Mrs. Winchester was simply cowed by the brutality of that Force upon her spirit. #RandolphHarris 2 of 10

Mrs. Winchester had retired from the scene and, visiting the ample house from attic to cellar, making sure she was alone, and knew herself in safe possession and, as she tacitly expressed it, let herself go. Then she could, as seemed to her, most intimately wander and wait, linger and listen, feel her fine attention, never in her life before so fine, on the pulse of the great vague place: she preferred the lampless hours and only wished she might have prolonged each day the deep crepuscular spell. Later—rarely much before midnight, but then for a considerable vigil—she watched with her glimmering light; moving slowly, holding it higher, playing it far, rejoicing above all, as much as one might, in open vistas, reaches of communication between rooms and by passages; the long straight chance or show, as she would have called it, for the revelation she pretended to invite. It was a practice Mrs. Winchester found she could perfectly “work” without exciting remark; no one was in the least the wiser for it. She slowly opened some rich music. As she walked along the marble of the hall pavement, large black-and-white squares that she remembered the admiration of her childhood and that had then in her, as she now saw, for the growth of an early conception style. There was the effect of the dim reverberating tinkle of some far-off bell hung in the belfry—in the depths of the house, of the past, of that mystical other World that might have flourished for her had she attended to its midnight hour calls. The mansion held, as it were, this mystical other World, and the indescribably finer murmur of its heart strings was the sigh there, the scarce audible wail it would cry out in the night. #RandolphHarris 3 of 10

With her presence, Mrs. Winchester awakened the ghostly life as the departed soul of the mansion enjoyed. They were mostly shy, but most of the were not really sinister; at least they were not as she had hitherto felt them—before they had taken the Form she so yearned to make them take, the Form she at moments saw herself in the light of fairly hunting on tiptoe, the points of her evening-shoes, from room to room and from storey to storey. However, Mrs. Winchester spent the rest of the night in a haze of sick fright and so tense that she could not make a single movement naturally. She was in such fear that any desire for action that came to her might be prompted by the Influence that she knew was at work on her. And outside of the barrier that ghastly thing went round and round, grabbing and grabbing in the air at her. There was a horrible wind blowing upon her from the corner of the room to the left of her bed. Then, just as the first touch of dawn came into the sky the unnatural wind ceased in a single moment and she could see no sigh of the hand. The dawn came slowly and presently the wan light filled. However, at about midnight, Mrs. Winchester had a queer knowledge that something was near to her, yet nothing happened for a whole hour after that. Then suddenly she felt the cold, queer wind begin to blow upon her. To her astonishment it seemed now to come from behind her and she whipped round with a hideous quake of feat. The wind hit her in the face. It was flowing up from the floor close to her. She started in a sickening maze of new frights. What on Earth had she done now! Suddenly, as she stared, bewildered, she was aware that there was something queer about her—a funny shadow movement and convolutions. She looked at them stupidly. And then, abruptly, Mrs. Winchester knew that the wind was blowing up at her from the floor. #RandolphHarris 4 of 10

A queer indistinct smoke became visible to her, seeming to pour upwards through the ring and mix with the moving shadows. Suddenly she realized that she was in more than any mortal danger, for the convoluting shadows about the floor were taking shape and the deadly-man in a top hate was forming within the room. “My goodness,” she said, “This forces has found a ‘gateway’ into my home and the brute is coming through—pouring into the material World, as gas might pour out from the mouth pipe.” Mrs. Winchester knelt for a couple of moments in a sort of stunned fright. Then with a mad, awkward movement, she grabbed for the fireplace poker and something invisible, something living, was jerking t hither and tither. In an instant, it was torn from her grasp with incredible and brutal force. A great black shadow covered it and rose into the air and came at her. She saw that it was the man, vast and nearly in perfect form. Mrs. Winchester gave one crazy yell and jumped over the pentacle and the ring of burning candles and ran despairingly for the door. She fumbled idiotically and ineffectually with the key, and all the time she started, with the feat that was like insanity, toward the Barriers. The man with the top hat was floating towards her. However, the monster was chained, unable to reach her bed. She sprang from the room and slammed the door with a crash. Mrs. Winchester locked it and got to her Blue Séance Room, somehow; for she was trembling so that she could hardly stand, as you can imagine. She locked herself in the room and managed to get the candle lit; then she laid down on the floor and kept quiet for an hour or two, and so she grew steadier. #RandolphHarris 5 of 10

Mrs. Winchester got some rest, but when she woke, she was surrounded by a glowing star of a pentacle. Apparently Mrs. Winchester had tried an exorcism. Exorcism is the process of expelling evil spirits from persons or places by certain adjurations, incantations, magic acts, and formulas. Among ancient peoples, exorcise depended largely o the efficacy of magical formulas, commonly compounded of the names of deities, and repeated with magical ritual over the bodies or object that is possessed. Power to expel evil spirits supposedly resided in the words themselves. Therefore, great importance was attached to the correct recital of the right formulas and the meticulous observance of the prescribed ritual. The recovery of important incantation texts and magical papyri from Babylonian, Assyrian, and Egyptian antiquity demonstrates the widespread believe in demon inhabitation and use of exorcisms. The same prevalence of demon inhabitation has been encountered in the Worldwide missionary outreach from about 1750 to the present. The penetration of China, India, Japan, Burma, Ceylon, and other countries with the Christian gospel has revealed the hold of demonism on pagan cultures and the varied methods of exorcism of evil spirits. The same phenomena exist among primitive people of South America, Africa, and the islands of the sea. The theory is that spirits seek to inhabit the bodies of men (and also animals) to find a resting place and in some inscrutable way obtain physical gratification. When the demon-possessed is in the demonized state and unconscious, inflected physical pain or pleasure is supposedly transferred to the possessing spirit. Discomfort will drive one out of his abode. #RandolphHarris 6 of 10

When prostituted into a ritualistic rigmarole, as in white magic, it becomes a deceiving tool in the hands of Satan’s agents to delude the undiscerning by false miracles and spurious healings. Such diabolic miracles do not destroy Satan’s kingdom, but build it up. Diabolical exorcism does not produce true dispossession, but a mere reallocation. Demonic healing may relieve physical symptoms, but substitute a physical ill or doctrinal form of error. This subterfuge explains in part the increase of theological decadence and phenomenal growth of sect and cults within professing Christianity in these latter days. Under demon control, one of Mrs. Winchester’s servants, a young lady, insisted she must dance for the construction workers, which she did wildly and uncontrollably and with every evidence of demon possession. She became so violent that the only way to control her was to hold her by the hair. Her violent jerking almost pulled out her hair. When the young lady came to, she was asked why she was lying on the floor, but she did not know. She was asked if anyone had pulled her hair, she disavowed any knowledge of it. When she was asked to dance, she replied, “No. I do not know how to dance.” She was sweet, modest, and quiet and completely delivered from the demon that her possessed her. White magic is not always so easy to see its true nature. This form of magic more widespread than black magic, the reason being that it often hides itself behind a religious exterior. Hence, as we have said before, one needs to have great discernment in these matters in order to recognize the forces that are actually being called into play. #RandolphHarris 7 of 10

The religious trimmings can be very deceptive. Again an example: A farm worker at the Winchester mansion was told by a doctor that he would have to have his leg amputated. Because he wanted to save his leg at all costs he went to visit a magic charmer without the doctor’s knowledge. This man told him, “You will have to believe me if you want to be healed.” He went on to repeat a magic charm and then said the Lord’s prayer three times. The man’s pain immediately vanished and when he returned to the hospital it was no longer necessary for his leg to be amputated. The doctors were puzzled. Later however, the man began to suffer from various psychic disturbances and his family to became accident-prone after this. White magic is more often than not accompanied by certain symbols that may include the use of the names of the Trinity, three Lord’s prayers, three verses of Scripture, three psalms, or three crosses and so on. People are thereby deceived and the method of healing is thus often mistaken for true Christian healing. In reality however, the third commandment is being broken, which says, “You shall not take the name of the Lord you God in vain.” Man cannot dictate to God, and man cannot treat God as a servant who is willing to jump to the aid of every magic charmer who so invokes Him. The Bible relegates both charming and the mechanical use of the Scriptures themselves to the level of sorcery, and so we find that white magic is merely black magic under a different guise. Satan is indeed transformed into an angel of light. The sense of compulsion connected with white magic is something quite different from the attitude of faith in the Christian who says, “They will be done.” #RandolphHarris 8 of 10

Black magic becomes a minor legend for its exuberant offensiveness. Blasphemy is a regular component in life, while the most innovative creators in in this maturing medium of occultism shows increasing sympathy for the Devil. Satanic fringes are part of popular culture. People are so bored with the normal that they seek out the occult. Many people want to have a supernatural experience so they can feel alive, be entertained, and have something to talk about. Some people have a great fascination for all that is dark, forbidden, and feared. They consider the Devil their personal God. A daily routine of ritual and magic is normal for some. It is a way for them to open doors to outer gateways and let the Dark Ones march through. Often times, paintings can function as sigils [occult symbols], and create change in accordance with the Magician’s desires, and ultimately fashion a new Dark Aesthetic, and the creation of a Universal Satanic Necropolis. Artwork or any craft can be fueled by the powers of Satan, and it is possible that it will become popular for people who do great works to say, “the Devil made me do it.” Events, ranging from fires and weird illnesses to Earthquakes and ritual murders have been blamed on certain objects, art, and people, and that is why you will notice certain events get cancelled, have to be rescheduled and so forth. This is also why some have to take out extra insurance for their work, family members or property. Handlers have gotten wind of past experiences. Schedasi, Weduse, Tiwisi—I have sinned, I shall sin. Prayer—Eternal God of our all! Our God! hear our voice, spare and have mercy upon us. Accept our prayer in mercy and with pleasure. I have sinned. I have committed transgressions. I have sinned before Thee; I have done that which is displeasing unto Thee here in the Earth. #RandolphHarris 9 of 10

For the sake of Thy great name pardon me all the sins and iniquities and transgression which I have committed against Thee from my youth. Perfect again all the holy names which I have blemished, great champion, terrible, highest God, eternal Lord, God Sabaoth. In the mystery of these vestures of the Holy Ones, I gird up my power in the girdles of righteousness and in truth in the power of the Most High: Ancor: Amacor: Amides: Thoedonias: Anitor: let be might by power: let it endure for ever: in the power of Adonai, to whom the praise and the glory shall be; whose end cannot be. I invoke and move thee, O thou Spirit Purson: and being exalted above ye in the power of the Most High, I say unto thee, Obey! in the name Beralensis, Baldachuensis, Paumachia, and Apologiae Sedes: and of the mighty ones who govern, spirits, Liachidae and ministers of the House of Death: and by the Chief Prince of the seat of Apologia in the Ninth Legion, I do invoke thee and my invoking conjure thee. Ans being exalted above ye in the power of the Most High, I say unto thee, Obey! in the name of him who spake and it was, to whom all creatures and things obey. Moreover I, whom God made in the likeness of God, who is the creator according to his living breath, stir thee up in my name which is the voice of wonder of the mighty God. We need to come to understand that when creating changes within self for the sake of empowerment our external reality also begins to shift reflecting that internal empowerment. When working toward creating external shifts within our external reality our spirit is also empowered by simply exercising our own divine power. #RandolphHarris 10 of 10

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