A while back I had a very vivid dream. I will separate it into two parts. The first part dealt with my interest in Christian Mysticism. I don’t remember every little detail, but I do remember most if not all of the major aspects. It was night-time when I entered the living room which was illuminated with the blue light from the TV set. I don’t think I ever saw the TV, but I just assumed it was the TV. The wall that it was facing seemed bare which isn’t a whole lot different from real life. The wall itself seemed longer which is something that happens in my dreams a lot. There was a small table with a white cloth and glasses of water upon it like the Boveda Espiritual of Espiritismo. It wasn’t as beautiful as some are, but it reflected what became a central point of my Christian Mystic interest. I would cover my dresser with a white cloth and set nine glasses upon it. It wasn’t about me trying to be an espiritista or anything. It was an ancestor altar ideal that appealed to me and it worked to some degree as long as I worked it regularly. In the dream the altar was pale so to speak. It was lit with candles and yet I felt an immense power emanating from it. I do not know how many glasses were actually on there, but I would say at least seven in all.
The other half of the dream was very different! It was also night and I was in a room that belonged to my maternal grandparents originally. After they passed, it became my mother’s room though she never actually slept in there for obvious reasons. In the dream it cluttered and there was a big desk where the bed was located. There was no bed and didn’t really look like their room anymore. There was a light on coming from what I can only assume as a lamp without a shed which emanated a light bounced off the walls which gave off a yellowish tint of light similar to some of the old fashion light bulbs. This wasn’t the blinding white light or simple illumination nor a colored light bulb. It was incredibly more involved here. It gave a sensation of me being busy and really thinking a lot. I was either writing it or reading a journal/book I had which appeared to have been written in. I was afraid. There was a connection with the Old Ways… as I recall the dream I remember thinking of an old woman who represented the Path of Old; the Old Ways. It was a fear – primal! I wasn’t running away from it in my dream or at least not physically nor was I running towards it! There was a window facing our back yard which the desk was facing (this was in the Northern direction and the Boveda like altar was facing the West. My altar was on the West side of my room and for some reason I associated the North with Traditional Witchcraft though the Old Woman who was seen in the general vicinity of the window wasn’t quite facing North nor East… kind of in between.) and was where I would do any magick when I felt like going out in nature (as much as possible) without the fear of my a neighbors or mother saying something). I know that what I was feeling wasn’t meant as a “LEAVE NOW!!!” kind of thing, but it certainly wasn’t, or at least I don’t think it was, a warming hello and welcoming with open arms! I needed to venture down that Path for I was drawn to it!
I was never raised in a strict Christian household, but yet my interest of Christianity remains especially that of Catholicism. At a young age I had a fixation with the Devil… believing that I would be the one to send him into the deepest pit of hell! It wasn’t your usual childhood hero fantasy and it wasn’t a “mission from God” kind of thing. Later on I wondered if my view of the Devil wasn’t just my now ex-step father who ironically may or may not have been either possessed by or influenced by demonic forces. I later developed a deep interest in the War in Heaven: Michael and Lucifer. I was fascinated with Michael the Archangel and eventually exorcism and possession among demonology and angelology.
The Devil In Midwest Ohio 