Oracle Of The Green Sight

The Malleus Maleficarum: The Devil’s Pact and the Devil’s Mark There are certain books in history that seem to hum with a dark resonance long after their ink has dried. The Malleus Maleficarum — The Hammer of Witches — is one of them. To read it today feels like listening through the walls of a haunted house: you can still hear the echo of fear, the whisper of accusation, the machinery of persecution beginning to turn. Born from Fear, Cloaked in Authority Written in 1486 by two Dominican inquisitors, Heinrich Kramer and Jacob Sprenger, the Malleus was more than a book — it was a weapon. Its authors claimed to expose the methods, motives, and marks of witches in service to the Devil. What it truly did was give theological weight to paranoia, turning superstition into doctrine and rumor into evidence. 1 The Church itself never officially endorsed the work, but that didn’t matter. Its words spread faster than reason could catch them. It became the manual for witch hun...

🍁 Autumn Ride with Resurrection Mary: The Vanishing Hitchhiker of Archer Avenue As autumn settles past Halloween and the world quiets into November, a stillness takes hold. The leaves have fallen, the nights come early, and the wind carries the feeling that something lingers just beyond sight. There are roads where the headlights reveal more than pavement—roads where the ordinary dissolves into the uncanny. Along a lonely stretch of Archer Avenue in the Chicago suburbs, countless drivers have reported seeing a young woman in a pale evening gown walking alone through the mist. She asks for a ride. She speaks softly. She gives an address or a direction. And before the car reaches Resurrection Cemetery , she disappears without the sound of a door or a step away. This is the enduring American ghost legend of Resurrection Mary —a haunting tied not to Halloween theatrics, but to the deep hush of late-autumn nights, when the veil feels weightless and thin. 🌫 Arche...

🍂 Autumn Whispers at Château de Brissac: The Lady in Green Fall Paranormal Special Edition Series – Entry I As we step gently past the doorway of October and into the quiet golden hush of late autumn, I am releasing a short series of Fall Special Edition Paranormal Blogs . These stories are not about Halloween, but about the lingering magic that follows it—the stillness after the bonfires, the fog that clings to fields, the way history breathes more audibly when the air grows cold. This season, I’m exploring true paranormal accounts and ghostly legends rooted in the mood of fall—stories rich in atmosphere, beauty, mystery, and the quiet turning of the year. Some will be eerie, others whimsical, enchanting, or romantic. All will belong to the autumn light. Today we begin in the Loire Valley of France, where the vineyards deepen to burgundy and the wind carries the scent of crushed leaves. Rising above the mist, tall and regal, stands Château de Brissac , home to one o...

The Cunning Folk and the Wise Women I’ve always been drawn to people who lived quietly between the ordinary and the otherworldly—healers, charm-makers, and seers who walked among their neighbors with a pocketful of prayers and a pinch of mystery. The Cunning Folk and Wise Women were part of that world: practical, local, and needed. Neither saints nor villains, they worked at the place where fear meets hope—where a whispered charm might soothe a fever, and a bowl of water might answer a question no one dared to ask. What They Did (and Why People Knocked at Their Doors) From the late Middle Ages into the 19th century, “cunning folk” (in England) and “wise women/wise men” (across the Isles and parts of Europe) offered everyday magic: healing salves, protective charms, lost-property divination, countermagic against suspected curses, and advice for troubled hearts. [1] Their work was often a braid of scripture, folklore, and knack—Psalms spoken over herbs, wax dripped into water fo...

Preface: Entering the Age of Witchcraft With Fires of Fear , we reach a turning point in our timeline of the paranormal. The trials and persecutions that consumed Europe and the New World were not the end of superstition—they were its transformation. From here, our journey moves deeper into the world of witchcraft : its roots in ancient folk practices, its survival through faith and fear, and its eventual rebirth as both mystery and movement. What began as whispers of heresy will soon become a study of magic, power, and the misunderstood —where history and the supernatural intertwine more than ever before. Fires of Fear: Witch Hunts, Demon Trials, and the Age of Persecution (1450–1700) Fires of Fear: Witch Hunts, Demon Trials, and the Age of Persecution (1450–1700) Series: Timeline — Dark Ages → Early Modern | Length: Longform special Between roughly the mid-15th and the late 17th centuries, Europe and its colonies experienced waves of accusatio...

Haunted Covington: Ghosts Beneath the Oaks The drive to Covington was just over an hour, but it felt like a slow exhale out of everyday life. Cool autumn air slipped in through the cracked window, carrying that faint, leafy smell that only happens when summer finally gives up its hold. The sky was a bright, friendly blue, and every tree we passed seemed to be in mid-transformation—green melting into gold, rust, and ember-red. I told myself we were making this little pilgrimage for something simple: a caramel apple from Scoops on the Square and lunch at Mystic Grill. But under that excuse, there was another truth tugging at me. I have been quietly, insistently drawn to a house I had never stepped inside— The Twelve Oaks in Covington, Georgia. I’d seen the photographs, read the stories, and still, nothing quite explained why I felt that sharp, familiar pull toward a place I’d never lived. We parked, wandered past a big church whose steeple rang clean against the sky, and ...