What a night it was last night, writing wise. OK Fairly warm and comfortable, with some glasses of wine to sip; but even with Gareth to help me sort through papers and type, it just brings back horrible memories writing about that Trial and some of the things the witnesses claimed – in open Court that is. Ironically, most of them didn’t know any of the true facts but were just being influenced by the suggestions of a particular Police Inspector who was blindly convinced that anything to do with Wicca and White Magic was all really the work of the devil and that that anybody who was involved in it, was really worshipping the devil! What ignorance it was really all based on. Assumptions, counter assumptions and suggestions all geared to somehow prove this wrongful premise.
In reality, times have really not changed since the Middle Ages – at least, the basic human psyche has not.. You’d think after some 400 years or so human beings would have got over their barbaric superstitions and become more civialised in the modern world. Not so! All this took place in the 20th century when people might have – or should have – realised that ‘witches’ didn’t really fly through the air on boomsticks or ‘change their enemies into frogs’!
You think I’m kidding? Well, when you read the 2nd Volume of my autobiography, you will see!
Yes. Human ignorance and superstition still goes on today. And not only just in England, but all across the world. It is even prevalent in the modern Christian Church – but then again it was the early Church that started or encouraged the early ‘witch hunts’.
Anyway we worked for a few hours going through the paper-work before deciding to give it a rest. Then I brought Gareth up to date with all the news; not least by showing him the article Barbara sent me on Robin Hood – or maybe that should read . . . “The Kirklees Conspiracy”! He thought it was very good, and said if you want any quotes or further information, Barbara he’d be happy. So ‘just go for it’, good lady. Get another book done!
Now, I found out who that beautiful girl was. How? Because I met her again this afternoon. She was at my recent Talk. I knew she seemed familiar buts that’s only because I must have seen her in the audience. But anyway, I know her name and phone number now AND she’s invited me to phone her. She’s not married or anything – she made that clear – but she is interested in the subject and would love to discuss it further sometime.
Well, I guess I’d better go and put my feet up for a while. Not too tired really; just a bit mentally shattered!
For the moment,