The Scotland highlands evoke an ancient and mysterious emotion. The peaks and rolling green hills beckon. In times past, many men would venture into the forests here and encounter these beings, the Baobhan Sith. With long flowing hair and green dresses that would covered their feet , these beautiful women would come out of the forest at night while the hunters would be enjoying themselves by their fire. Dance with us they would encourage only for these men to meet their deaths. You see unlike traditional vampires these beings bore no fangs. It was their nails that could transform into claws that would rip the unfaithful man apart. Legend has it that any hunter whom was married and unfaithful or whom did not honor his kill properly would meet his demise by the hands of the beautiful baobhan sith. The only way to tell the difference between a human woman and this creature of the night was their feet., as their dresses covered the deer hooves they walked upon. 
There are many creatures of the night that I do so adore and the vampire will always be close to my heart. With myths and legend going back centuries to the stories and teaching of the real living vampyres of today. "Real and Living Vampyre?" you may be thinking, why yes dear reader and as it turns out you may just be reading the thoughts of one right now......

You know where to find me if you shall need,
two dirt roads  near the reeds. 
A handful of dead mans dirt
a drop of blood,
don't worry it wont hurt. 
Black cat bones and two small stones.
Proceed with caution
proceed with care
The Crossroads
you can find me there. 


​Lady Ann

From automatic writing to channeling- I used to receive spirit communication often. I  was a teenager and attending a weekly healing group where the knowledge and help was abundant. After settling down and having a family I took time away from my spiritual interactions, at least I had tried. Some experiences still came forth but nothing deeply initiated by me, that was until now. 

Through my recent studies I came across an author who had written about the art of scrying. Rosemary Ellen Guiley. Rosemary was a leading expert in this field. She had written over 50 books and even created an event called the Necromanteum which was a guided black mirror gazing event that helped introduce people to the art of scrying.  Unfortunately Rosemary left this world on July 18th 2019. 

It was not but 4 days ago now, at the time I am writing this that I received not only Rosemary's book "The Art of Black Mirror Scrying"  but my own obsidian mirror.  I made it to page 13 and I began to remember an experience I had a year ago. It was my birthday and I had received one of those bath bombs from a company called Lush. I have always loved their products as they use natural earthy ingredients. Well, one of those bombs was the black rose. 

With candles lit I let the black rose descend into the water, completely turning it black. I lay there relaxing for a time, 6 candles lit. 3 burned out. It came to a point when I had sat up and something caught my eye. I cannot exactly explain what happened, except for the fact that I felt myself instantly fall into a meditative state. I ran my fingers lightly across the top of the water, gazing into the pure blackness that surrounded me. It was then, that I could feel not a single presence but multiple as if there were a small crowd around me. According to Rosemary's book this would be known as Hydromancy. 

I must admit I became afraid and I pushed myself to move, out of the meditative state. Standing and exiting the tub, draining it and turning on all the lights. This memory over took my mind as I read the words on page 13. I forgot that I was reading as I sit there remembering. I knew this was a message and so I drew a bath. 

lighting 8 candles I brought the book with me and I slipped into the bath. There was mention of my great grandfather James VI King of Scots. Apparently he was very much against anything related to witchcraft, it made me wonder about all of my ancestors. Whom were vastly against it and who deeply practiced- if anyone.  

I reached a point of pause and blew out all candles but one. I placed the book in a safe place, grabbed my obsidian mirror and returned into the bath.  Part of me thought that since this was the last location I had an experience that maybe, this would be a good location to revisit such an attempt. As I slipped back into the water, I closed the curtain. I gazed into the mirror and immediately I could feel a presence. It was a male presence that felt familiar.

Recently I have been tying up loose ends in regards to a spirit I believe is attached to the property where I currently reside.  In all honesty it was so real and intense that I closed the session. Turning out on the light, covering up the mirror and blowing out the candle. I would revisit my attempt the following night. 

It was on this night that the results surprised me. 

Setting everything up similar to before, I lit one singular tea light. The candles I had lit before were larger votives. This offered the perfect lighting. I called upon the energies and beings that I do before I do any type of spiritual work. I believe it is important to have an opening ritual before attempting things such at this. I gazed and the mirror slowly began to develop a depth it had not yet had. Within this depth stars began to appear. Small, white, blue lights that moved as if I was standing underneath a clear night sky. It was beautiful, I was in awe. This was when I felt a presence- one that felt familiar to me once more. However this was not the man from before, this was the energy of the pleadians. Beings I had worked with long ago. 

I felt at peace, that was until I saw what looked like fog or mist slowly "spilling" out of the mirror. At this point it was no longer, at least in my mind a one way viewing experience. This confirmed that it can indeed be a very real two way street.  My inner emotions went from peace to surprise and again I decided this would be the point in which I would thank the energies that came and close the current session. 

I took a night off last night but I plan to return to the mirror later this evening....

​You know where to find me if you shall need,
two dirt roads  near the reeds. 
A handful of dead mans dirt
a drop of blood,
don't worry it wont hurt. 
Black cat bones and two small stones.
Proceed with caution
proceed with care
The Crossroads
you can find me there. 


​Lady Ann

A couple of years ago,  I remember waking from a dream that was so real and so impressionable I never forgot it.  I recall standing in a baron field with a two story farmhouse off in the distance. Everything was dead , the trees had no leaves and all the grass was gold and brown.  I didn't move like we do here in the waking world, it was as if I was floating and teleporting.  I entered the house and the first thing I saw was a set of stairs. Then I was in the attic. 

In the attic it was as if I was opening my eyes from a dream,  I was standing, without shoes  looking down, I saw a man wearing white. Almost like a yoga outfit, loose fitting, light weight. He was speaking in a language I could not understand. There were symbols on the floor and yellow powder. I remember he looked up at me and when his eyes met mine I felt as if he could stare directly into my soul. 

The man only looked at me for a moment, then went on doing whatever it was he was doing. I felt dismissed almost as if I had happened upon this moment, this place, on accident. I moved away from him and looked around the room. It was empty, the  floor boards were cracked, the paint chipped off the walls and there was a window. The window was akin to those you see in the old western movies, where it has the wood around it and the cross of wood in the middle, creating 4 sections. Only this window, had no glass. 

I was drawn to it, I walked over forgetting all about the man and the symbols. I looked out and took in everything that I could. I felt it was important, I needed to try and understand more of where I was. Again, a sea of golden brown dead grass, a broken down rusty car. It felt as if I was in the mid west but in another world altogether. 

Then that was it. The next day I remember seeing faces, come out of the darkness when I closed my eyes, it was only for a brief second like a flash. They were male faces, painted with white markings. 

I recount this dream to you tonight because two nights ago I had another dream. This other dream was so vastly different but for some reason something is almost wanting me to join the two together. The dream the other night, I remember being inside my house, a man appeared with blond hair and blue eyes. He was tall and his hair curly, we spoke but I do not recall the conversation, he brought me a green powder I was suppose to use. I do not know for what however, yet it almost seems like it was for protection. Than I woke up. 

Maybe these dreams mean nothing, maybe they are fragments of all my research and tv shows that I have watched during the day or even that week, coming together in my own little movie. Or perhaps maybe, they  are signs. 

You know where to find me if you shall need,
two dirt roads  near the reeds. 
A handful of dead mans dirt
a drop of blood,
don't worry it wont hurt. 
Black cat bones and two small stones.
Proceed with caution
proceed with care
The Crossroads
you can find me there. 


​Lady Ann

Come in, come in. Step up into the caravan, warm yourself by the fire. Take this towel to dry your hair, the rain has not let up in days. Would you like a cup of coffee? Or perhaps tea? I shall tell you a story while you drink. 

I have been traveling and reading for so long it has kept me away from the  blog. Recent events however have brought me back to check in with you.  A huge thank you to Heather for keeping you all updated on our adventures and travels.

Do you know what synchronicities are? Significant events that seem to have no connection but feel as if they are a sign, coming to tell you or lead you somewhere? Or perhaps even of confirmation you are on the right path. 

This month has been full of these, in fact I think I will be letting them lead me on my next adventure. I have been working on a project with Grimshaw, he works over at KPNL Radio. He  has a new blog called Case Files. Something came across his desk the other day, the location was The Stanley Hotel.  You can read this entry here. 

At first it seemed like any other case, there are many haunted locations around the world especially within the united states. I noticed however that this particular experiencer has also shared multiple other locations, one of which was also not far from the Denver airport (which houses many conspiracies itself). Within the past month, I had been wondering what might be in Colorado to explore. 

You see, Denver is a pretty common layover spot. On my way home recently from Ohio, upon landing in Denver, I had wished to stay so I could explore the airport more and discover what else might be near.  So this particular case, piqued my interest. 

I took note of the locations and looked into staying at The Stanley, I even picked a date and put it in my hopper app. Tickets have changed from 97.00 to 71.00 to a current 57.00 almost beckoning me, to book the flight. That day I had also messaged The Stanley to see what their availability might be for their "Spirited Rooms"  

I have not yet heard back, as life has been a whirlwind for us all but something significant happened. Two hours after sending my message to them, I had been watching Supernatural. I am new to the series and had made it to season 2, so two hours later I was on episode 11 of the second season. This was called "Playthings" I couldn't believe it as there were multiple references to The Shining in this episode. How synchronistic right? Well fast forward to the next day, (now I want to add in, that the only other person whom I had spoken to about all of  this-up to this particular point- was my sister who has plans to go with me.) Upon waking I was checking my messages on my phone. I saw that I had been tagged on Instagram which doesn't happen to often. There it was, another Stanley Hotel sign not only was I tagged in something dealing with the hotel, but it was a hotel stay giveaway itself! No, I did not win, as I was half asleep and didn't read everything and it was to late to enter but still a significant sign. 

So, will the caravan end up at The Stanley Hotel? Will the Ghosts of the past be willing to have a drink with me? We shall see, I shall keep you updated, here of my travels and what messages I receive from the other side.

Now, are you finished  with your drink? Please, hand me your cup. Ahh, the crescent moon, look here. Do you see that? The crescent moon symbolizes the need for introspection, it is time to go within, and over here the oak leaf, a very lucky sign indeed.  Yes, tis time we part dear traveler. Heed the message of the crescent and rest within the oak. 

You know where to find me if you shall need,
two dirt roads  near the reeds. 
A handful of dead mans dirt
a drop of blood,
don't worry it wont hurt. 
Black cat bones and two small stones.
Proceed with caution
proceed with care
The Crossroads
you can find me there. 


​Lady Ann

It has been a while, traveler! Welcome back to The Caravan! I am relieved that our paths have crossed again. Step on up and ride along with me for a bit, I have a story to share with you...perhaps you would even be willing to play a little game with me?

As you may already know, recently I stole away Lady Ann to join me for a few days in and around the foothills of the Appalachians. We went on many adventures during this short visit and brainstormed many more adventures to come. Perhaps you joined us on our final night together. A night of communing with the spirits...or attempting to, anyway. Ouija boards and card games. Have you ever played such games in the dark? Were you there to play along with us that evening?

Aside from the Ouija boards, we opened a little black book filled with pages dipped in crimson. A book that promised to show us something new...a forbidden game. Of course, we found one worth our time. Oddly enough, the game that seemed perfect for us (and of which we readily had the components) was The Playing Card Game. Without going into too much detail, we used a standard deck of playing cards to perform cartomancy in an attempt to see if any entities were around us that evening. 

The suits of the cards are key here. Diamonds represent ‘maybe’ while Clubs mean ‘I don’t know.’ Spades indicate ‘no’ and hearts convey ‘yes.’ Before the game can begin, one must light some candles, use a bit of salt, and shuffle the cards the appropriate number of times. Then, the test truly begins. First, you must ask the cards if anyone is willing to play with you. If a spade appears, the game must end post haste. The deck must be destroyed. If any other suit appears, however, it is (relatively) safe to continue speaking with the other side. 

Lady Ann and I were able to have some communication with an entity that claimed to be an observer, watching our behavior after we spent some time in a haunted location. The story of that night, however, is for another time. 

Now that I have you here, traveler, let us try this game together. Perhaps we will have similar fortune as Lady Ann and I did. Let’s stop the horses for a bit and climb into the vardo. I have all we need ready to go. (I had hoped to run into you soon enough.)

Don’t be alarmed. I took the liberty of having the game setup prior to your arrival. The initial ritual has been complete. I just need you to sit opposite of me. 

Excellent.

Now...focus...you are going to be the one pulling the cards this eve, so be careful! Above all else, though, be RESPECTFUL!

Are there any spirits willing to speak with us this evening?

Move your hand over the cards, palm down, until one calls to you.

Did you find it? Yes? Turn it over.

A spade! Oh, dear traveler, the game is over before it has begun! I should have known better. Forgive me for dragging you into this too soon!

Quickly, now! Blow out the candles! Give me the deck. I will destroy it appropriately. We must go at once. We cannot stay here tonight...



Until next time,
Heather







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Further Reading:
“The Playing Card Game.” Dangerous Games to Play in the Dark, by Lucia Peters, Chronicle Books, 2019, pp. 186–193. 

Welcome back, traveler! I have a query for you: Have you ever had dreams that were so vivid you awoke certain it was more than just a dream? Perhaps a message or a warning? Maybe a bit of foresight?
 
When I was a girl, I dreamt my brother returned home after being away for an extended period of time. I knew he would be home that evening. My mother was skeptical as she was sure that he would have told her if it had been his intention to head across the country on a whim. That evening he arrived much to everyone’s surprise but mine.
 
Years later, on the eve of giving birth to my first child, my brother told me that he had a dream that things would not go well during delivery. In his dream, there were serious complications, and he was worried. I noted his concern but was not worried as everything had gone as smoothly as possible up until that point. Within 24 hours of his warning, however, both the baby and I were near death mainly due to doctor’s error.
 
This sort of premonition is seen in folklore as well, giving us yet another connection to our ancestors and the weight of dreams in the human mind. For example, on April 14, 1865 an elderly man in Clarksburg had a most terrifying dream. After being asleep a short while, he awoke in a state of panic. President Lincoln was murdered…shot…and he had been there when it happened! He saw the entire scene. Not sure what else to do, he noted the time on the clock as well as the date. Two weeks later, news arrived that President Lincoln had been murdered at the exact time and day that the Clarksburg man had his dream.
 
Sometimes these glimpses into the future are guided by the spirits of loved ones. This was the case for Vera Taylor, who, unlike my experience, was extremely unsettled in the time leading up to the delivery of her child. In the dark of the night, Vera would hear words of warning to begin making funeral arrangements prior to the birth. She was going to die, the voice promised, and it encouraged her to have everything in order so that her husband, in his distraught state, would have one less burden before him. Shortly after hearing this, a second voice would chime in and discourage her from any such thought or action. If she made the arrangements, the second voice argued, then they would be needed. If she avoided making them, they would not be required. She would survive. Each night these voices bickered back and forth with increasing intensity as she approached her due date.
 
Vera did develop serious complications and was admitted to the hospital. It was during these terrifying moments that her father who had died years prior appeared at her bedside. He did not speak but his presence eased her enough that she fell into a dream. She was given a premonition that all would be well. She and her child would survive, and they would leave the hospital as a happy and healthy family. This dream proved true and Vera forever credited her father and that dream as saving her life.
 
Sometimes dreams may be more than just figures of our unconscious mind. Sometimes they might be messages from the other side, glimpses into another place, or a warning of things to come.
 
 
 
Until next time,
Heather
 
 
 
Further Reading:
Burchill, J. V. (1993). Ghosts and Haunts from the Appalachian foothills: Stories and Legends. Nashville, TN: Rutledge Hill Press.
Musick, R. A. (1976). The Telltale Lilac Bush and Other West Virginia Ghost Tales. University of Kentucky Press.
 
 
 

Let’s get back on the road again, traveler, and discuss some tales of warning and woe. Perhaps you already know the warnings of taking your lover on a late-night excursion to a secluded location. As exciting as it may seem to have some solitary time for romance, sometimes it pays to be cautious of your surroundings.
 
You have heard of “The Hook,” haven’t you? It is a common story, really. Two teenagers sneak away together under the cover of night. Just when they start to really enjoy each other’s company, their mood is soured by a disturbing radio announcement: A killer is on the loose in the area! Beware of a man who has a hook for a hand!
 
The girl grows concerned and demands that they return home immediately. The boy, in much frustration, eventually obliges. Once they return home and exit the vehicle, a bloody hook is found on the door handle. Clearly, they had escaped in the nick of time.
 
This is a common story, and the veracity of it is suspect, of course. However, what if I told you that sometimes the monster in the story wasn’t so…human?
 
Wisconsin holds such a legend. Long ago, a young married couple naively took their wagon up a treacherous winding road in the middle of the night. This was a grave error, as the carriage was unable to make the journey and broke down. The husband decided to walk back toward civilization to retrieve assistance while his wife remained behind with the wagon. Already nervous to be left alone under such circumstances, she became absolutely petrified when, in the middle of the night, she heard odd animalistic sounds outside. When she tried to catch a glimpse of what could be making such noises, she was greeted with the sight of a fur covered creature that had the horned head and face of a goat but was standing upright on two legs. Unwilling to leave wagon, she cowered in it until daybreak. It was then that the new bride saw something even more terrifying than the goatman itself…cloven tracks in the dirt that led to a tree covered in her husband’s blood which had dripped out of his body as it draped over the branches.
 
Ever since that fateful night, the creature still prowls for any waylaid travelers or, sometimes, it forces accidents to happen so that it can have a bit of fun. Today there would be no excuse to tempt such fate. The legend is well known. Travelers have been warned.
 
By this point, traveler, you may be wondering why I am sharing such tales with you this evening. It is simple, really: always be aware of your surroundings, don’t immediately dismiss local legends…and don’t be surprised when the unexpected comes to pass….
 


 
Until next time,
Heather
 
 
Further Reading:
 
Brunvand, J. H. (2003). The Vanishing Hitchhiker: American Urban Legends and Their Meanings. New York, NY: Norton.

Couch, J. N. (2014). Goatman: Flesh or folklore? West Bend, WI: Self-pub.
 
https://richfieldhistoricalsociety.org/story_mysteries%20of%20hogsback%20road.html
 
 
 

Up into the Caravan we go, traveler! We have no choice but to follow!
 
Let us gently open the door and see what may be inside our humble vardo that is of interest to our otherworldly friend.
 
Oh! It is heading toward the back shelves. I know we have a spirit board back there. Perhaps that is what we are to grab. It would make communication much easier between us and a headless spirit, wouldn’t it?
 
Yes, it is pulling you toward the shelf with the board…no wait! It is pulling to the bottom shelf?!
 
How…interesting…
 
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There is a story deep in the hollers of Appalachia that tells us of a bold young traveler who needed a place to rest for the night. Upon finding a farm, he inquired if he could stay…just for the evening, as he would be heading out the next morning. The farmer did not have any lodgings available but offered him some food. Unsatisfied with sleeping without proper shelter, the traveler inquired about a house across the creek. The farmer explained that the house was hainted and no one had dared stay there for any length of time in many years. Unfazed, the young man asked for some food and headed over to the long-abandoned house. He would not be frightened by any haints. He was too proud for that.
 
Throughout the evening, as he was cooking his food over the fire, he was approached by a couple of apparitions. A black cat jumped down the chimney, followed by a dog. He shooed both of them away. Satisfied with his meal, he headed up to one of the bedrooms, only to later return to the fire downstairs after tangling with an unseen spirit over the bedsheets.
 
After going back downstairs, he was soon aware of another apparition. This time, the spirits were preceded by sounds. At first awful noises echoed down the staircase from the upper floor, then it slowly turned into a pleasing fiddle tune. It was not long before a girl and a fiddler descended the staircase at the bequest of the traveler. He listened to their music and watched her dance for a while before dismissing them. They went back upstairs.
 
The final haint for the evening descended shortly thereafter. It was a coffin with a hammer upon it. Unwilling to be frightened by such a sight, he approached the coffin, grabbed the hammer, and opened it. A headless corpse was inside. The traveler, harkening back to stories from his youth, asked the corpse, in the name of God, what it was doing in the house.
 
The ghost spoke to the traveler and explained that he was the owner of the property who had been killed by robbers ten years prior. He wanted the traveler to summon his sons there and let them know that the robbers did not find what they sought. His treasure was still in the house, under the hearthstone.
 
The spirit’s final wish was to have his sons return home and find his fortune. He wanted them to split it evenly between themselves and the traveler who was the first to actually stay in the house the entire night. After this came to fruition, the owner’s spirit was at rest. The house had no more ghostly activity.

Just as we saw with the ghost of Zona Shue, a spirit can find rest when its business is finished.
 
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I must say, I am surprised that the willow appears to be leading us to this old hand carved box. It is beautiful, isn’t it? Dark wood…walnut, I believe. It is locked. It has remained unopened since it came into my possession.
 
This box was given to me by a traveling salesman I met alongside a road many years ago. In fact, I purchased a handful of items from him that day…a very interesting fellow, indeed. But this box he insisted I take with me. To be honest, I admired it from the moment I saw it, but I hadn’t even inquired about it as it seemed almost too precious to take. I was drawn to it.
 
…I think, now, that he could sense that.
 
Yes, he handed it to me with two keys. He told me that it would be best for me to hold onto it for a while and not give in to any sort of curiosity about what may be inside. He said that I would know when the box would want to be opened. Maybe we should look at it a little closer. Let me get it off the shelf…
 
SNAP!
 
The willow bent so hard that it broke! This must be the time to look inside! Now to find the keys…
 
The keys…
 
I only have one left now. It is here around my neck…the other one, as you may remember, is buried at the crossroads.
 
Well, let me see if this one works…
 
It is sticking a little, but…there we go!
 
What a beautiful pocket watch! It is like new! There is an inscription on the inside.
 
To my dearest Joseph,
May you never miss another one of our dates again.
All my love,
Elizabeth
 
This must have belonged to our headless ghost! His beloved Elizabeth surely would have wanted Joseph buried with such a treasure. I wonder why he was separated from something so sentimental. Well, that is of no concern now. The watch has found its way back to its owner. Let us take it to him!
 
 
 
 
 
Until next time,
Heather
 
 
 


Further Reading:
Roberts, L. W. (1980). Old Greasybeard: Tales from the Cumberland Gap. Pikeville, KY: Pikeville College Press.
 

Perfect choice! Yes, it seems some magic is within you, traveler! This branch is facing the east and is beautifully forked just as needed.
 
You do know what we are to do now, right? First, we must thank the willow for allowing us to use her branch. Then, we are going to see exactly how much of that magic is in you!
 
Here hold it like this: One end of each fork of the Y in your hands, palms up, thumb over the branch. Now, squeeze and slightly push the forked parts together just enough to have some tension. Yes! Exactly!
 
Ask it to show you ‘yes’ and ‘no.’ It appears that yes is indicated by the pointed end going downward and no is it going up. Wonderful!
 
Now…as we have no clue what Joseph wants us to find, I think you should start turning slowly until the rod goes downward so we can have an idea of which way to start walking.
 
Interesting, we are to head away from the cemetery. It seems as if we are being directed back toward the Caravan.
 
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Dowsing exists in many forms and has been around for longer than most of us realize. Cultures from around the world have stories of divination and the tools used to achieve knowledge of hidden items.
 
Pendulums, wands, angle rods, divining rods, and even one’s own body can be utilized to locate objects. Perhaps the most well-known example of this is ‘water-witching’ where someone who is skilled in divining pinpoints the proper location to dig for a well with the use of rods or a forked branch.
 
“Witching” can also refer to seeking out lost treasures or even burial locations. For example, if one comes across an old cemetery that has few markers, witching may be able to indicate the lost location of unmarked graves. This technique is still used today, actually.
 
Rhabdomancy is the term used for divining with a stick or a rod made of metal (or even plastic if you would prefer). Depending on the tradition, there are particular times of the year as well as types of wood used to perfect the divining rod. Some Appalachian traditions indicate that the Y-shaped branch can only be obtained from the eastward facing part of the tree during a full moon. Some are particular about the branch being from a willow tree while others may call for apple trees or any other tree that provides supple branches that will not break when tension is applied to them. While Scandinavian traditions, on the other hand, can call for mistletoe, birch, hazel, or rowan wood. Depending on the goal of the divination, the wood would have to be arranged in a certain way and could only be utilized by a particular individual.
 
When one speaks of dowsing rods, perhaps the most popular image that comes to mind is that of two metal rods bent into an “L” shape that have the ability to cross over one another. In order to get the most accurate sense of how the rods feel when they start to move, it is recommended to hold them over a bowl of water or even a faucet with water flowing freely. It won’t take long before you are able to witness how the rods move without your personal interference.
 
Pendulums are similar in nature. Although water is not a necessity, it is important to hold the pendulum by the end of the chain (rope, cord, or whatever may be tied to the stone/metal weight at the end of it). Steady the pendulum so that it is still and then ask for the sign for ‘yes’ and ‘no’. Typically, a distinct movement will appear for each of these. This allows for one to communicate with spirits as well as locate objects. Pendulums are usually used indoors, although not always, while dowsing rods are used for much larger outdoor areas.
 
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We are nearing the Caravan now. Stop! Ask the willow if we are to go into the vardo…
 
Yes?!
 
Alright then…perhaps there is something INSIDE which we acquired prior that is of importance. Let’s step up into the Caravan and see if our willow branch gives us direction….
 
 
Until next time,
Heather
 
 
 
Further Reading:
Besterman, Theodore. “The Folklore of Dowsing.” Folklore, vol. 37, no. 2, 30 June 1926, pp. 113–133.
Rasbold, Katrina. Crossroads of Conjure: The Roots and Practices of Granny Magic, Hoodoo, Brujería, and Curanderismo. Llewellyn Worldwide, 2019.
Webster, Richard. Dowsing for Beginners: How to Find Water, Wealth, and Lost Objects. Llewellyn Publications, 2003.
Richards, Jake. Backwoods Witchcraft: Conjure & Folk Magic from Appalachia. Weiser Books, 2019.