Who AreThe Daoine Sidhe (pronounced "Thana She") ???...

Plasir D'amour...

I just love this song!!!...

In the city...

Eva Green is my favorite actress!!!...

She played Sybilla in "Kingdom of Heaven"... In "Penny Dreadsul"... In "Casino Royale"...

Green witchcraft...

Amythest Magick...

Blackberry Faeries...

"Deep Purple"...

Is There a Purple Rose?...

The Curse of the Delhi Purple Sapphire....

This gem isn’t actually a sapphire—it’s an amethyst that was looted from a temple in India during the 1857 rebellion. Everyone who owned it experienced financial ruin, health problems, and family tragedies. Edward Heron-Allen, who inherited the stone, had it thrown into a canal. It was returned to him. He locked it away with a warning note. The curse warnings didn’t stop. The stone now sits in the Natural History Museum in London, sealed in a box surrounded by protective charms. Museum staff joke about the curse but admit they’re careful when handling it. The documented history of misfortune makes even skeptics uncomfortable.

The Granny Witches of Appalachia...

High in the mountains of Appalachia, where the air turns cool before sunset and forests stretch farther than the eye can see, stories live quietly between the trees. Among these stories are the old tales of the Granny Witches. These women were known for their deep knowledge of plants and their gift for healing. To outsiders, they may have seemed mysterious, yet to their communities they were anchors of comfort and wisdom. They worked with herbs, prayers, and simple spells to help people feel safe in a world that often felt wild and unpredictable. Their traditions grew from a blend of old European practices, Native American knowledge, and the personal experiences of families who had lived on the mountain ridges for generations. Today, the stories of these women still echo through the valleys, reminding us of a time when healing was personal and filled with quiet faith. A Life Shaped by the Mountains and the Needs of the People Appalachia was not an easy place to live in the past. Families built homes far apart, with thick woods between them. Doctors were hard to reach, and roads were rough and often unsafe. Because of this, people depended on one another. And more importantly, they depended on those who knew how to heal with what the land offered. The Granny Witches became the caretakers of their communities. They knew how to treat fevers, how to stop a cough, and how to ease the pain. They learned from mothers and grandmothers before them, and from the stories passed down by older generations. These women spent their days gathering plants in the forests, drying roots near warm fireplaces, and mixing teas in clay pots. Their hands carried the scent of pine, mint, and wildflowers. They understood which leaves could calm the stomach and which bark could soothe an infection. People trusted them because their remedies worked, and because they listened with patience and kindness. A Granny Witch did more than prepare medicine. She offered comfort through gentle words and prayers spoken over the sick. She brought calm during storms of fear. Their power came from both skill and reputation. People believed that the mountains themselves gave these women strength. They were seen as part of the land, connected to the soil and streams in ways that others could not fully understand. This belief helped their healing feel even stronger. When a Granny Witch walked into a home with her basket of dried herbs, hope often followed right behind her. To the Granny Witches, healing was a full circle of body, mind, and spirit. They used plants as tools of the earth, and prayers as tools of the heart. Their spells were simple and often spoken in whispers. They were not meant to harm. Instead, they were meant to protect a family, bless a newborn, or guide someone through a difficult moment. For them, magic was not something strange. It was part of daily life. They believed that the land held its own kind of energy. To honor that energy, they treated plants with respect, thanked the ground when they harvested roots, and worked with the seasons. Many people visited these women when they felt a curse or heavy energy in their homes. A Granny Witch would walk through the rooms while holding a bundle of burning herbs. She would speak quiet prayers, asking for peace and balance to return. Whether the cure came from belief or from the pleasant scent of smoke filling the home, most families felt lighter afterward. Their knowledge rarely came from books. It came from the land itself and from the stories of elders long gone. Even though most people respected the Granny Witches, not everyone felt comfortable around them. Some feared their knowledge and believed it came from places beyond understanding. When crops failed or sickness spread, a few families whispered that someone had angered a Granny Witch. These fears grew mostly in times of stress, when people needed someone to blame. Stories from the mountains tell of moments when a Granny Witch was judged unfairly. Some were accused of using dark magic or causing harm through unseen forces. The Granny Witches survived these worries by keeping their lives simple and humble. They did not show off their knowledge or talk about their rituals with pride. They worked quietly and helped only those who came to them. Their humility protected them from deeper suspicion. Many communities defended their local healer fiercely, reminding outsiders of how much good she had done. Their strength came from their purpose. They were healers first. They knew that their work mattered. People often arrived at their doors in the middle of winter nights when a child was sick, and the roads were frozen. A Granny Witch would gather her herbs, wrap herself in thick shawls, and walk through the cold to reach the family. She did not ask for payment. Instead, families offered what they could, such as fresh eggs or a basket of vegetables when the season allowed. Her role was woven into the fabric of mountain life, and that gave her a place of honor even when fear tried to chase it away. The stories of the Granny Witches continue to echo through Appalachia because they represent something timeless. They remind us of the value of quiet knowledge, the kind that comes from nature rather than books. They show how healing can be both practical and spiritual. Their work was built on trust, patience, and love for their communities. Even today, many families in the region still keep the traditions alive. They plant gardens filled with mint, sage, and lavender. They make teas for colds and small charms for protection. They pass down recipes for salves and tonics. Some people collect stories about their great-grandmothers who worked with herbs in the same way their ancestors did. Modern herbalists in Appalachia often credit the Granny Witches for inspiring their work. They stand as symbols of resilience, wisdom, and connection to the land. Their magic was not mysterious. It was made of plants, prayers, and compassion. Their legacy teaches us that healing comes from many places. Through their stories, we remember the strength of women who lived close to nature and who used that closeness to bring peace to those around them. --- Angelynum.

Better Than...

From "Bad-ass: Living & Spells, --- How To Harvest Attar of Roses...

Attar of roses was first harvested in Persia, very long ago, when someone noticed that rose blossoms hanging over water dropped their petals into a pool. There was formed on the surface of the water a very fragrant oil. This was attar of roses. The way the oil is extracted today is the same as it was back then... The petals of wild roses, damask roses or Old World roses, are floated in a tray of water that is left in the sun. With a cotton ball, the oil that floats on the surface of the water is soaked up and squeezed into a bottle. Attar of rose is extremely precious for it's rarity. I collected only 1/4 of an oz. of it the year I decided to harvest it, --- only 1/4 an oz. from all my roses! Some of the most expensive perfumes contain attar of roses. The perfume "Joy" is one. ❤... 😃

"Aquarius"...

Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum in Gatlinburg, Tennessee...

Kukla, Fran and Ollie...

We’re going back to the earliest days of TV. Before there was the Muppets, there was “Kukla, Fran, and Ollie.” Produced in Chicago, the show ran from 1947 through 1957. Fran was Fran Allison, the human on the show. She would interact with a series of puppets, all performed by Burr Tillstrom. While Kukla was just a guy. ("Kukla" is Russian for doll.) And, Ollie was a dragon, Buelah Witch was also one of the characters. The show was one of the first examples of a show created for kids that ended up becoming a favorite of adults. Also, wildly, the entire thing was improvised. Like, all the time.

Marie Laveau Doll..

The Dark Side...

Gellis Duncan: The Witch Accusation...

In 1589, Geillis Duncan was a young maidservant in Tranent in East Lothian, who worked for David Seton. David Seton was the bailie of Tranent, an employee of Isobel Hamilton, Lady Seton, the widow of George Seton, 7th Lord Seton. Lady Seton became known as a great friend of Anne of Denmark. Seton grew suspicious that Geillis Duncan would leave "her master's house every other night" and wondered where she went on these late-night excursions. As a result of his growing suspicions, Duncan was then accused by Seton of witchcraft after he noticed just how adept she was at curing the ill. This Geillis Duncan took in hand to help all such as were troubled or grieved with any kind of sickness or infirmity, and in short space did perform many matters most miraculous... made her master and others to be in great admiration, and wondered there at. >>> — Newes from Scotland, 1591... Arrest and torture >>> This wrongful accusation resulted in Duncan's arrest in 1589. Seton took it upon himself to investigate and, with the help of others, illegally tortured her. This involved the use of pilliwinks (thumbscrews) on her fingers to gradually crush them and binding a rope and around her head and gradually crushing it by wrenching. Despite this torment, Duncan would not confess to anything. Seton then set about to look for the devil's mark on her. Duncan was stripped naked, shaved and subjected to an invasive full-body examination. Eventually, he found the "enemy's mark" in the fore part of her throat. Having endured sleep deprivation, isolation and a cruel and sustained torture, Duncan confessed to the charges against her. She was forced to name other "witches" before being moved to spend a year in the Old Tolbooth prison. Seton was watchful for potential witches meeting in East Lothian who might attack him. Through Duncan's confession, he came to believe that there may be a plot to cause a storm to stop Anne of Denmark's voyage to Scotland to marry King James VI. Duncan told Seton there had been a witches meeting held at the Auld Kirk of North Berwick on Halloween attended by over 200, including the Devil himself. The accused women, like most Scots of the time, would have been well aware of James's marriage and the politics of the court. Indeed, if we are to believe the pre-trial examinations, Geillis Duncan deponed in January 1591 that Agnes Sampson had said 'Now the king is going to fetch his wife but I shall be there before them'. Whatever this cryptic statement meant, it shows the king's doings were the subject of common talk. Agnes Sampson, another of the accused witches, in one of her confessions, described Geillis Duncan as leading a dance Cummer, go ye before to the tune Gyllatripes, at the Auld Kirk of North Berwick, playing a "small trump" or Jew's Harp. James VI is said to have interviewed her in person and listened to her playing the mouth harp and singing. >>> Death... Duncan tried to retract her confession and implications of others, numbering as many as sixty or seventy all over Scotland, stating the confession had been obtained under the duress of Seton's extreme torture. The King took a personal interest in the North Berwick Witch Trials, initiating a dark chapter of Scottish history; five large-scale witch hunts took place between 1590 and 1662 . Duncan was executed 4 December 1591 at Castlehill, Edinburgh. >>> The "Outlander" Gellis... >>> Storytelling: More about the real Gellis...

They're Flying!!!...

Hmmm... "Practical Magic 2"...

Druid Oak Groves...

Does Sherwood Forest Still Exist?...

Yes, it does. And, the major oak Robin Hood and his men might have rested under, thought to be 800 to 1000 years old, is still alive. >>>

Sherwood Forest, woodland and former royal hunting ground, county of Nottinghamshire, England, that is well known for its association with Robin Hood, the outlaw hero of medieval legend still exists. Sherwood Forest formerly occupied almost all of western Nottinghamshire and extended into Derbyshire. Today a reduced area of woodland, mostly pine plantations, remains between Nottingham and Worksop. In the north the great ducal estates, or “dukeries,” of Welbeck, Clumber, and Thoresby have preserved parts of the forest. Many veteran oaks remain, and there is much heath.

Agricultural encroachment has been limited by the poor, sandy soil. An underlying coalfield has been extensively developed since the mid-19th century. --- Encyclopedia Britannica.

From "Prince of Thieves"...

From the action, to the real historical settings, to the love story of Robin and Marion, to the so cool and witty portrayal of the mean and psycho Sheriff of Nottingham by Alan Rickman, to handsome and charming Kevin Costner in his prime as a dashing and sexy Robin, to Morgan Freeman's wise and noble Azeem, to the beautiful love theme song, --- I SO ENJOYED this movie, --- one of my favorites!!!... Kevin Costner was fresh off "Dances with Wolves," and he refused to wear tights and the traditional Robin Hood Hat. I think he was right in that because his garb, the leather studded tunic, was cool, beautiful and manly. Morgan Freeman played Azeem with humor and flair. Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio was a spirited Marian and surprisingly good with a sword. Geraldine Mc Ewan was a sensational and so gross Mortiana, the witch. >>> The wall you see when Robin saved the little boy Wolf from Guy of Gisborn and the Sheriff's men >>> The English long bow >>> The historicity of Robin Hood has been debated for centuries. A difficulty with any such historical research is that Robert was a very common given name in medieval England, and 'Robin' (or Robyn) was its very common diminutive, especially in the 13th century; it is a French hypocorism, already mentioned in the Roman de Renart in the 12th century. The surname Hood (by any spelling) was also fairly common because it referred either to a hooder, who was a maker of hoods, or alternatively to somebody who wore a hood as a head covering. It is therefore unsurprising that medieval records mention a number of people called "Robert Hood" or "Robin Hood", some of whom are known criminals. Another view on the origin of the name is expressed in the 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica which remarks that "hood" was a common dialectical form of "wood" (compare Dutch hout, hʌut, also meaning "wood"), and that the outlaw's name has been given as "Robin Wood". There are a number of references to Robin Hood as Robin Wood, or Whood, or Whod, from the 16th and 17th centuries. The earliest recorded example, in connection with May games in Somerset, dates from 1518. --- Wikpedia. >>> He really deserved that BAFTA award for best supporting actor!!! >>>

"Everything I Do, I Do It For You" ...

Marian: "You're alive! You came for me!" Robin: "I would die or you!"

Robin: "Would you do it for your king?" Marian: No. I'll do it for you."

Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio's hair is naturally curly.

She has a collection!!!...

Witch Beauty

A Bit Of "First Knight"..

I thought King Arthur, Lancelot and Guinivere were perfectly portrayed by Sean Connery, Richard Gere and Julia Ormand.

The Three Witches From "Mac Beth"...

A Bruja...

Santeria Dance!!!...

From "Bad-ass: Living & Spells" --- How To Make A Beautiful Besom...

How To Make Yourself A Beautiful Besom >>> This is easier than you might think... To make a witch’s broom or besom you’ll need to buy an old-fashioned straw broom. You can probably get one somewhere. Try a vintage-type general or hardware store. Straw brooms are still made, or you can get really creative and gather “rushes,” or long dried native decorative grasses. I bought a straw broom. I got mine at Walmart. Some folks even have dyed their broom straw with food coloring or fabric dyes to make positively stunning besoms with colored brushes. Get a fallen rather straight or slightly crooked branch. Don’t cut a branch from a live tree! That’s bad mojo, for you and for the tree! Oak, willow, popular and maple are especially magickal woods. But, plenty of others are too. Take the bark off it. Sand it, if you want. Varnish or oil it, if you want. I oiled mine with rose oil. Take apart the broom brush or gather the rushes together. I also added dried sprigs of lavender, yarrow and straw flowers. With twine or wire tie the straw brushes or rushes firmly to the handle, or stock, of your besom. You can upend your besom, after you’re finished with it, pouring white glue down through the straw, for extra firmness, as I did. Then, if you want, you can wind colored yarn or ribbons around the stock, covering the twine. If you are into Druid magick, you might use red, black and white yarn, for red, black and white are Druid colors. You can decorate your besom with bells, shells, crystals or carve or woodburn words or symbols into it. A staff is a tool that has connotations to the crone years in a witch’s life, being also used as a type of walking aid. Make a wand or staff by also finding a fallen branch. A friend of mine was exceptionally lucky to find a branch from a tree that was struck by lightning, adding the energy of the lightning bolt to her wand! She was positively delighted!!! Oak is, of course, known as being a very masculine tree, as willow is very feminine. Remove the bark from your branch and sand it smooth. I wood burned my wand with symbols and tied my birthstone to it. You can “paint” it with clear nail polish. Naturally, it would wonderful to put our wand, staff or besom out where the light of a full moon will shine on it, to cleanse and sanctify it. Use your besom to sweep away any negativity. I “sweep” from the top of a room on down by holding my besom by it stock and swirling it around the ceiling corners and to the middle of the ceiling, and then down, down, finishing with sweeping the floor. Then, I stand with my back to the open doorway and sweep the negativity, and probably the dust too, out through my legs. I say, --- “Negativity go away! Go away from here today!,” --- again and again and again, each time stronger than the previous, finally practically shouting. I finish the house cleansing by thoroughly smudging with white sage, lavender or rosemary. Here’s a simple spell you might use when you have a party guest who just won’t leave. You might want to keep your besom in your bedroom so you can always do this spell!... Go to your bedroom and, taking your besom, place it on the floor, pointing it’s bristles toward the unwanted guest, shut the door and return to the party. This encourages the unwanted guest to leave soon!

"We never forget a gentle heart..."

Life With Crows April 21 at 6:22 PM · A promise from the shadows. People think we only care about scraps, but we remember everything. We remember the humans who are gentle when the rest of the world isn't.

Which Witch?...

A Profession?...

He saved his human because he just thought it was the thing to do...

Trassima cats · His human's heart stopped on the kitchen floor. The cat chewed through the screen door and sat in the middle of the road until a car stopped. In August 2023, a 58-year-old man living alone in a single-storey house on a dead-end road in a rural township in the pine hills of east Alabama went into sudden cardiac arrest at approximately 2:15 PM on a Tuesday afternoon. He collapsed face-down on his kitchen floor. No phone in reach. No neighbours within shouting distance. The nearest house was a quarter mile down the road. His cat — a ten-year-old solid black male named Bishop — was in the room when he fell. What happened next was reconstructed from physical evidence, security camera footage from a property down the road, and the account of the driver who eventually stopped. Bishop tried to wake him. Scratch marks were found on the man's forearm and shoulder — shallow, frantic, clustered. When the man didn't respond, Bishop went to the front door. It was closed. The screen door behind it was latched — a spring-loaded hook-and-eye latch the man used to keep Bishop from pushing outside. Bishop chewed through the screen. Not pushed. Not clawed. Chewed. He bit through the aluminium mesh in a ragged oval approximately seven inches wide — large enough to force his body through. The mesh edges were bent inward and wet with saliva. Two of his canine teeth were later found cracked — one broken to the gumline — from biting through metal. He squeezed through the hole, crossed the front yard, walked to the centre of the road, and sat down. He sat in the middle of the road on a rural dead-end that averaged fewer than eight cars per day. Security footage from a house three hundred yards south showed Bishop sitting motionless in the centre of the pavement at 2:31 PM. The timestamp matters because it means he chewed through the screen, crossed the yard, and positioned himself in the road in approximately sixteen minutes. The first car came at 2:54 PM. It swerved around him. Bishop did not move. The second car came at 3:22 PM. It slowed. Honked. Drove around him. Bishop did not move. The third car came at 3:47 PM — ninety-two minutes after the man collapsed. The driver — a woman returning home from a grocery run — saw a black cat sitting in the dead centre of a road where she had never once seen an animal. She stopped. She got out. She expected him to bolt. He stood up. Walked toward her. Then turned and walked toward the house. He stopped. Looked back at her. Walked further. Stopped. Looked back. She followed him. He led her to the front door. She saw the chewed-through screen. She looked inside and saw the man on the kitchen floor. She called emergency services at 3:51 PM. Paramedics arrived in eleven minutes. The man had been in cardiac arrest for approximately ninety-six minutes. He was not breathing. He had no pulse. CPR was initiated. A defibrillator restored a rhythm on the third shock. He survived. He was later told that survival after ninety minutes of cardiac arrest is almost unheard of. His doctors attributed it to his position — face-down, which may have created enough passive airway to allow minimal oxygen exchange — and the ambient temperature of the kitchen floor, which was cool enough to slow brain metabolism. But he was only found because a cat chewed through a metal screen with his bare teeth and sat in the middle of a road until a stranger followed him home. Bishop's injuries were treated by a local veterinarian. Two cracked canine teeth — one extracted, one filed and sealed. Multiple lacerations inside his mouth and on his gums from the aluminium mesh. A puncture wound on his chest from forcing through the torn screen. His front paws had shallow cuts on the pads from the jagged metal edges. He healed in three weeks. The man spent nineteen days in the hospital. Significant brain function was preserved. He required a pacemaker. His speech was affected for two months. He regained full independence by six months. When he came home, Bishop was waiting at the front door. The screen had been replaced. The man removed the latch and never reattached it. He told a neighbour: "That door stays open for him. Forever. He earned that." A friend asked the man how he felt knowing his cat had saved his life. He was quiet for a long time. Then he said: "He broke his own teeth to get out a door. He sat on asphalt in August heat for ninety minutes waiting for a car that might never come. He's a cat. He doesn't know what a heart attack is. He doesn't know what dying means. He just knew I was on the floor and I wasn't getting up. And he did the only thing he could. He went and found a human." "I didn't teach him that. Nobody taught him that. He just decided I wasn't done yet."

Happy Wicked Wednesday!!!...

Hmmm... The "Charmed" Book of Shadows...

Go To The Wolf...

Hard-hearted Women in Song...

Blood Oranges...

Hereditary..

"Frankie and Johnny"...

"She shot her man 'cause he done her wrong." ... History >>> The song was inspired by one or more actual murders. One of these took place in an apartment building located at 212 Targee Street in St. Louis, Missouri, at 2:00 on the morning of October 15, 1899. Frankie Baker (1876–1952), a 22-year-old woman, shot her 17-year-old lover Allen (also known as "Albert") Britt in the abdomen. Britt had just returned from a cakewalk at a local dance hall, where he and another woman, Nelly Bly (also known as "Alice Pryor" and no relation to the pioneering reporter who adopted the pseudonym Nellie Bly or the "Nelly Bly" who was the subject of an 1850 song by Stephen Foster), had won a prize in a slow-dancing contest. Britt died of his wounds four days later at the City Hospital. On trial, Baker claimed that Britt had attacked her with a knife and that she acted in self-defense; she was acquitted and died in a Portland, Oregon mental institution in 1952. In 1899, popular St Louis balladeer Bill Dooley composed "Frankie Killed Allen" shortly after the Baker murder case. The first published version of the music to "Frankie and Johnny" appeared in 1904, credited to and copyrighted by Hughie Cannon, the composer of "Won't You Come Home Bill Bailey"; the piece, a variant version of whose melody is sung today, was titled "He Done Me Wrong" and subtitled "Death of Bill Bailey". The song has also been linked to Frances "Frankie" Stewart Silver, convicted in 1832 of murdering her husband Charles Silver in Burke County, North Carolina. Unlike Frankie Baker, Silver was executed.

Follow Me Boy Oil & "Bad Boys Come With ME!"...

"And, the fumes..."

"... are great for the pores!" --- Aunt Fanny, from "Practical Magic".

"Sugar Shack"...

"Poke salad Annie..."

Yes — poke salad (poke sallet) grows in Louisiana. Poke salad is made from American pokeweed (Phytolacca americana), a perennial plant native to eastern North America, including the South and Midwest Forager | Chef+1. It is common in Louisiana, especially in Northwest Louisiana, where it has a long culinary tradition. In fact, Blanchard, Louisiana, has held a Poke Salad Festival in May for nearly 50 years, showing its deep cultural roots in the region 64 Parishes. The plant thrives in disturbed soils, forest edges, fence rows, pastures, and clearings — habitats that are widespread in Louisiana’s rural and suburban areas biologyinsights.com. It can grow up to 10 feet tall in a single season and is resilient due to its deep taproot. --- Wikipedia.

"...a gator's got your granny!!!"... I'm delighted that alligators can't survive any farther north than Virgina!

"That boy is like a disease!!!..." ;)

The Spadena Witch House In Beverly Hills, California...

What Is Conjure?...

From "The Skeleton Key", --- great horror movie featuring evil conjure...

A Cauldron....

She runs a loose ship!!!... ;)

Anti-Negativity Salt...

***MAKE MY VERY EASY ANTI-NEGATIVITY SALT... Get a clean and dry empty wide mouthed plastic 1/2 gallon juice bottle. Pour a carton of regular or sea salt into it. Add some of the following herbs... (The portions are up to you.) Cumin (Where there is cumin it is hard for negativity to follow.), powdered black pepper, red pepper, cinnamon and cloves. (Yes, all must be powdered.) Cap the bottle, shake it up to mix. Put the anti-neg. salt in a regular salt shaker for easy use, or a cleaned "season salt" shaker, with a top. I like to ring my property with anti-neg. salt. Or, sprinkle it over my threshold or the end of my driveway so that anyone who comes to my house has to walk or drive over it. (This is so great to do before your grumpy ex comes to pick up the kids for their weekend visit with him. Heh-heh-heh!!! 😉)

UH-OH!!!>>> We all know who she is!!!...

A Witch's Cottage..

What Goes In A Grimoire or Book of Shadows?...

Well, it's really sort of up to the practioner... But, here are some suggestions, --- your witchy thoughts, - these could be in a type a diary form, magickal correspondences, - such as best times of the day, week and year to do certain magickal workings, candle colors for certain types of magick, etc., your original drawings, print-outs and photos, newspaper clippings, pressed flowers, herbs and plants, ribbon book markers of various colors, recipes for witchy foods and potions, --- and spells. Some folks think you should put only original thoughts in your grimoire, still, that's up to you... You could also decorate the cover with glued on silk flowers, those little round glass pieces, stones or crystals.

Sherwood Forest...

"Hello, Marian..." (Giggle.)

Stone Circles...

Druids...

The Witch In "Prince of Thieves"... (Oooo!!! she is SO nasty!!!)

Geraldine Mc Ewan did a fabulous job as Mortiana. >>> Mortiana is a mysterious witch who dwells in a dungeon-like chamber within Nottingham Castle. She is the mother of the Gerege, Sheriff of Nottingham, though he is unaware of this for much of the story, and she continuously spies on him through a small peephole concealed in the wall. Mortianna tends to mix various substances including her own blood and saliva in order to gain answers to puzzling situations. During one of her visions, she foresaw the death of her son and herself at the hands of Robin and Azeem respectively. This vision made her very afraid of the "painted man". Mortiana’s goal is to have her son become King of England and have him produce a child with a woman of royal blood (namely Maid Marian) so her bloodline, one that worships the devil, will have a legitimate claim to the throne. It will also mean power for herself as well since having her own son as king would essentially make Mortianna the Queen Mother. She is a very sadistic and evil person, traits she very much passed on to George. Mortiana claims to have stolen a baby, presumably one born to a family of high status and killed it so her son could take it's place and eventually become Sheriff. Despite her wicked nature, Mortiana genuinely loves her son and like any mother is always there when he needs her. Even after he confronts her about her spying and manipulations while in a drunken rage, Mortianna simply told him the truth about being his mother and her reasons for helping him become King which ultimately calmed George down. --- Villains, Wiki Fandom.

Vamp GIRLS & Vampire Bats...

& Vampire bats >>>

"The Telltale Heart"... (My favorite Edgar Allen Poe story!)

Hmmm... Signs & Omens...

The Charge of the Goddess......

***"THE CHARGE OF THE GODDESS" ..Listen to the words of the Great Mother, who of old was called Artemis, Astarte, Dione, Melusine, Aphrodite, Ceridwen, Diana, Arionrhod, Brigid and by many other names: "Whenever you have need of anything, once in the month, and better when the moon is full, you shall assemble in some secret place and adore the spirit of Me who is Queen of all the Wise. You shall be free from slavery, and as a sign that you be free you shall be naked in your rites. Sing, feast, dance, make music and love, all in My presence, for Mine is the ecstasy of the spirit and Mine also is joy on earth. For My law is love unto all beings. Mine is the secret that opens upon the door of youth, and Mine is the cup of wine of life, that is the Cauldron of Ceridwen that is the holy grail of immortality. I give the knowledge of the spirit eternal and beyond death I give peace and freedom and reunion with those that have gone before. Nor do I demand aught of sacrifice, for behold, I am the mother of all things and My love is poured upon the earth." Hear the words of the Star Goddess, the dust of whose feet are the hosts of heaven, whose body encircles the universe: "I who am the beauty of the green earth and the white moon among stars and the mysteries of the waters, I call upon your soul to arise and come unto me. For I am the soul of nature that gives life to the universe. From Me all things proceed and unto Me they must return. Let My worship be in the heart that rejoices, for behold— all acts of love and pleasure are My rituals. Let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you. And you who seek to know Me, know that your seeking and yearning will avail you not, unless you know the Mystery: for if that which you seek, you find not within yourself, you will never find it without. For behold, I have been with you from the beginning, and I am that which is attained at the end of desire."