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OLD DEMDIKE – A WITCH’S TESTIMONY

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August 16, 2017

The Witch Test: Two

CONFESSION!

Confession

If folk think thou are a witch –

and thou make a free and voluntary confession to that effect –

then thou are indeed a witch.

 


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August 09, 2017

The Witch Test: One

There’s ten ways folks use to determine if thou be a witch ’round here.  The first is CAUSING FITS.

Madness

If a villager behaves moonstruck and odd whenever close by,

then the finger will point at thee! 


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August 02, 2017

Baldwyn’s Threat

From my voluntarie Confession and Examination  (April 2, 1612)

“Richard Baldwyn sayd get out of my ground Whores and Witches, I will burne the one of you, and hang the other.

To whom [I] answered: I care not for thee, hang thy selfe.

Presently whereupon . . . going ouer the next hedge, the said Spirit or Diuell called Tibb appeared . . .and [I] sayd, Revenge thee of him.

[I] sayd againe to the said spirit Revenge thee eyther of him, or his.

And so the said Spirit vanished . . . and [I] neuer saw him since.”

Hanging

Source: Potts, Thomas. The Wonderfull Discoverie of Witches in the Countie of Lancaster, 1613.


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July 26, 2017

The Witch Sermon

Cloisters This is what they’re saying about our lot in church:

“His Majesty King James has made it a sacred duty to identify and eradicate all witchcraft, sorcery and enchantment as quickly as possible.  While there has always been a need to guard against the satanic powers of the witch, it is my sad duty to inform you that there are still those who walk among us who have been seduced by the Evil One.  These are not simple cunning folk we speak of – they are, in fact, demon worshipers!

We are talking about the wild women who use magic and spells instead of prayer, who consort with the powers of evil, pretending to heal and do good.  Well rest assured that Thy God doth drive them out before thee, that they might be recognized and defeated.   God commands that all practitioners of the black arts be put to death, for the Bible states Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.

Though we have won several recent battles against Satan, all the learned men agree that the witches of England are still multiplying.  The reason for this is the prior leniency of judges and the irrational arguments of sceptics.  We know that the Prince of Darkness is hell bent on recovering his lost empire and that every night these creatures – these hags – anoint themselves with devil’s grease made from the boiled fat of murdered infants.  Then they slip under cracks, up chimneys, through keyholes and, mounted on broomsticks or spindles, travel to wicked sabbats throughout the land.

Signs of bewitchment include sickness, child loss, and finding reptiles, flies, and cockroaches in your houses.  Look for marks on the body where the witch gives suckle to diabolical familiar spirits.  Prick these warts and teats, they cause no pain and neither will a drop of blood be shed, for witches are made of wood and that is why they float on water.  They are unable to recite the Lord’s Prayer.  Remember, my fellow Christians, to disbelieve in the existence of witches is the greatest heresy.   This dangerous scepticism must be stilted, and those who defend the evildoers are equally guilty.  So when we go from hence let us be vigilant and prepared.  May the Lord God guide us in our duties.  Amen.”

(Blackest of Magic)


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July 19, 2017

My Devil Tibb: Part Two

Tibb

I only saw Tibb a few sundry times over the next five or six years.  He always came at the Daylight Gate and asked what I bid.

“Naught,” said I, for I wanted nothing from him yet.

Then one Sabbeth morn he appeared in the likeness of a brown dog, jumped straight in my lap, and suckled from a spot beneath my left arm.  It hurt like the devil and I cried out, “Jesus! Save us all!”

Then I fell into a madness, or so they tell me.

All I recall is wandering in purgatory for nigh-on eight weeks, while the spirits of darkness whispered their secrets and my true self came to the fore.

I awoke no longer as Elizabeth Southerns.  I’d become the wise  Old Demdike.

 


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July 12, 2017

My Devil Tibb: Part One

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I first met Tibb nigh-on twenty years ago, near Gouldshey stone-pit.  He came to me in the shape of a lad, dressed up all fancy in a black and brown coat.  I thought he was some young master who’d got himself lost ’til he beckoned me over and demanded, “Give me thy soul!”

“Why would I do that?” I asked him, staring at the face of a fallen angel.

“If ye do, thou can have all thy wants,” says he.

I thought on his words and requested he utter his name.

“Tibb,” he told me – and I knew then it was a spirit or devil stood afore me.

I pondered the offer.  Such a promise was mighty tempting indeed – and so I verily agreed.


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July 05, 2017

Path Spell

hare

“If you’re feelin’ lost and fussin’ o’er the best path to take,

follow the first animal ye spot

(be it a hare, bird, cat, insect or mouse).

When it fades from view follow the next creature that crosses your path.

Then the next.  And the next.  And so on, ’til they lead

to where your destiny lies.

Look with faithful eyes and you’ll soon see

what answer doth await thee!”


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June 28, 2017

The Eternal Battle

Good and Evil

In our hearts we are two:

sound and rotten – bonny and ugly.

The left foot may lead us to evil –

The right foot may take us to good –

Each soul must choose its own path.


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June 21, 2017

Mouldheels

Mouldheels

Most folk don’t know much about my best mate Kate Hewitt.  Everyone round here calls her Mouldheel’s Wife as she’s wed to John Hewitt of Colne.  He’s a weaver in Waterside – a slippery knave, and not much to look at either.  I know he bulks out his cloth with tallow.  You can tell from the shine, even afore the mould starts growing.  And each time there’s an official complaint they’ve to pack up shop and move on.

For a while they lived here, in Barley.  It was years ago, when all our bairns were just scraps.  That’s when Kate came and asked me to cure her rabbits.  She raises them like chickens until they’re firm and plump and then wrings their necks for market.  But that year summat made the whole bunch sick, and it was a couple of weeks afore I worked out a cure.  Then she was that glad I’d saved the kits she invited our lot to supper – treated us more decent than anyone outside of the clan ever had – and we became friends.

When me and Ali were arrested, Lizzie invited Kate (and her neighbor Alice Gray) to the Good Friday gathering at Malkin Tower, to see if they’d any suggestions for getting us free.  They came on Alice’s ponies, which is likely why she was asked along in the first place.  I don’t know much about Goodwife Gray, except for the rumor a while back that she fell out with some lot at Folds Farm and was accused of putting their young lass in hanck.  Now I’m told both women have been arrested, I’ll warrant on account of some old scores that needed settling.

I hope they put Kate in the Well Tower so we can find out what’s been going on out there.  It won’t seem quite so grim if my mate’s in here with us too.


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June 14, 2017

Tradition

The Hill

In the beginning of all things

wisdom and knowledge were with the hill.


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