ChaoticMusings

The last witchcraft trial in the UK was in 1944.

https://archive.ph/cxVte

Magica wrote:

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The last witchcraft trial in the UK was in 1944.

 

https://archive.ph/cxVte

 

 

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 That cloth is cheesecloth, you can clearly see that.

This gives genuine mediums a bad name.  Thankfully not called witches anymore.

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 Is there really such a thing as a genuine medium though?

Magica wrote:

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Anonymous wrote:

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Magica wrote:

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Anonymous wrote:

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The last witchcraft trial in the UK was in 1944.

 

https://archive.ph/cxVte

 

 

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 That cloth is cheesecloth, you can clearly see that.

This gives genuine mediums a bad name.  Thankfully not called witches anymore.

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 Is there really such a thing as a genuine medium though?

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 Yes I believe so.  So many fraudsters though.give the real.ones bad press.

I don't believe in ectoplasm, fake.imo.

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 I've never truly  believed that Helen Duncan was as good a medium as portrayed.   Those photos are laughable.  I do think she was mediumistic but that as time and fame went on she felt the need to 'perform' more and more and produce endless proof. It's clearly all bollocks.

But... I've witnessed transfiguration close up and personal and had  I not witnessed it close and personal I would never have believed it.   The incident happened in a  trance development circle I was part of many years ago.    The medium sat in trance beneath a red light, and we could all see her face very clearly.   Then what  I can only describe as a white hologram face materialised over the medium's face.  You could see her face  beneath this very clearly.  Her closed eyelids etc.   I remember thinking What the fuck is that?  Then those spirit eyes opened over the closed eyes of the medium and I swear to God you could see the pupils, the iris, the whites of its eyes, and those eyes scanned the room and looked at us all one by one.    There were eight of us in that room and we all saw it.   The face kept fading in and out as the medium's energy wavered - this is very common as  you can liken spirit energy to radio waves, they fluctuate but at a very high vibration, so the medium must higher her own energy to match it and make the connection.  It was clearly a female face.   It lasted about four minutes then disappeared.   I've been involved in trance mediumship for some years along with trance healing, and I've since witnessed this several times but to a lesser degree.  I wish to God I'd had my phone camera on and filmed it.  

Genuine transfiguration is very very rare.  Most people view transfiguration as the sitter's face changing, and a lot fraudulent so called mediums will pull faces and try to twist their features around and speak in silly voices.   What I saw that night was the real deal.   When I told my husband, he said, she must have had one of those halloween machines in the corner projecting over her face.    But there was nothing in that room but us.   And whatever appeared that night to regard us one by one with those monochrome eyes had intelligence.  Each time we spoke to it, it responded by looking at the speaker.

So, was it ectoplasm?  Nope,  I don't believe so.  It was energy utilised from the electromagnetic field around the medium.

Magica wrote:

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 I've never truly  believed that Helen Duncan was as good a medium as portrayed.   Those photos are laughable.  I do think she was mediumistic but that as time and fame went on she felt the need to 'perform' more and more and produce endless proof. It's clearly all bollocks.

But... I've witnessed transfiguration close up and personal and had  I not witnessed it close and personal I would never have believed it.   The incident happened in a  trance development circle I was part of many years ago.    The medium sat in trance beneath a red light, and we could all see her face very clearly.   Then what  I can only describe as a white hologram face materialised over the medium's face.  You could see her face  beneath this very clearly.  Her closed eyelids etc.   I remember thinking What the fuck is that?  Then those spirit eyes opened over the closed eyes of the medium and I swear to God you could see the pupils, the iris, the whites of its eyes, and those eyes scanned the room and looked at us all one by one.    There were eight of us in that room and we all saw it.   The face kept fading in and out as the medium's energy wavered - this is very common as  you can liken spirit energy to radio waves, they fluctuate but at a very high vibration, so the medium must higher her own energy to match it and make the connection.  It was clearly a female face.   It lasted about four minutes then disappeared.   I've been involved in trance mediumship for some years along with trance healing, and I've since witnessed this several times but to a lesser degree.  I wish to God I'd had my phone camera on and filmed it.  

Genuine transfiguration is very very rare.  Most people view transfiguration as the sitter's face changing, and a lot fraudulent so called mediums will pull faces and try to twist their features around and speak in silly voices.   What I saw that night was the real deal.   When I told my husband, he said, she must have had one of those halloween machines in the corner projecting over her face.    But there was nothing in that room but us.   And whatever appeared that night to regard us one by one with those monochrome eyes had intelligence.  Each time we spoke to it, it responded by looking at the speaker.

So, was it ectoplasm?  Nope,  I don't believe so.  It was energy utilised from the electromagnetic field around the medium.

 

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 No I never thought Helen Duncan was real.  Smoke and mirrors, people want to believe so saw what they wanted, had the wool pulled over their eyes.

 

Yes I've seen France and various courses I've attended, real trance I mean.  It's real, but sadly too many frauds.

 

There was a medium, can't think of his name, doing trance in the dark room..  Then a trumpet hovered over his head.  Someone put the light on and he was standing holding the trumpet aloft.  Gotcha! 

 

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Ugh, I've been in circles where they insist of utter darkness.  That's another load of old bollocks.    I mean, don't they care that this just encourages fakeism?  

I've been doing this for over 20 years and I've seen it all.    

I’ve just caught up with this thread….absolutely fascinating. 

I want to believe, I really do! 

In London, each day, a woman sits alone on the platform of Embankment Station. She’s not waiting for a train—she’s waiting for a voice. That voice belongs to her late husband, Oswald Laurence, who recorded the iconic “Mind the gap” announcement in the 1950s to warn passengers of the space between the train and the platform. Oswald passed away in 2003, leaving behind a silence too vast for his wife, Margaret McCollum. But she found solace in that short phrase. Every day, she made her way to Embankment Station just to hear him speak those three words once more—her way of keeping him close. For her, it wasn’t a message to commuters; it was a whisper from someone she loved. Years later, when Transport for London replaced the analog announcement with a digital one, Margaret was heartbroken. She reached out, requesting a recording for personal remembrance. But upon learning her story, they did something greater—they restored Oswald’s voice at Embankment Station. And so, each day, thousands unknowingly hear a man long gone, while one woman listens in silence to the one who never truly left. A quiet echo of enduring love.

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In London, each day, a woman sits alone on the platform of Embankment Station. She’s not waiting for a train—she’s waiting for a voice. That voice belongs to her late husband, Oswald Laurence, who recorded the iconic “Mind the gap” announcement in the 1950s to warn passengers of the space between the train and the platform. Oswald passed away in 2003, leaving behind a silence too vast for his wife, Margaret McCollum. But she found solace in that short phrase. Every day, she made her way to Embankment Station just to hear him speak those three words once more—her way of keeping him close. For her, it wasn’t a message to commuters; it was a whisper from someone she loved. Years later, when Transport for London replaced the analog announcement with a digital one, Margaret was heartbroken. She reached out, requesting a recording for personal remembrance. But upon learning her story, they did something greater—they restored Oswald’s voice at Embankment Station. And so, each day, thousands unknowingly hear a man long gone, while one woman listens in silence to the one who never truly left. A quiet echo of enduring love.

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🥹 What a wonderful story! 

The mysterious case of Gabriela Rico Jiménez is one of the most chilling and unresolved stories to emerge from Mexico’s modeling and elite party scenes. In 2009, Gabriela, a young model from Chihuahua, was seen attending a high-profile party in Monterrey allegedly connected to the prestigious Elite Model agency.

This wasn't just any party,it was said to be an exclusive gathering filled with powerful businessmen, politicians, and possibly members of organized crime. What happened that night has sparked endless speculation and conspiracy theories ever since. A few days after the party, Gabriela appeared in a shocking and now-infamous video filmed outside a hotel in Monterrey.

In the footage, she’s seen barefoot, distressed, and rambling incoherently about global elites, satanic rituals, and human sacrifices. She claimed that world leaders, including former U.S. President George W. Bush, were involved in secret ceremonies and spoke of "eating children." Her words were disjointed but carried a sense of frantic urgency, as if she had witnessed something deeply disturbing. Police eventually took her away, dismissing it as a mental breakdown.

But here's where the story takes a darker turn, Gabriela Rico Jiménez was never seen again after that incident. There were no official follow-ups, no hospital records released, and no confirmation of her whereabouts. Her family remained silent, and authorities offered no clarity. It was as if she vanished off the face of the earth. This silence only fuelled public suspicion and theories that she had been silenced because she saw or said too much.

Many believe Gabriela was a victim of the darker side of the fashion and elite social world,where young models are allegedly exploited and trafficked under the guise of glamorous opportunities. Some theorists suggest she accidentally uncovered a network of powerful people involved in criminal activities, and that her public outburst was a desperate cry for help. Her mental state in the video may not have been the result of illness, but rather fear and trauma.

Others argue she could have been suffering from a genuine psychological breakdown, possibly triggered by the pressures of the modelling industry or substance abuse, and that her disappearance might have nothing to do with conspiracies. However, the lack of any official investigation or trace of her since that video has only deepened the mystery. To this day, Gabriela Rico Jiménez’s case remains unsolved. Her disappearance is a haunting reminder of how quickly someone can vanish in plain sight, especially when power, silence, and fear are involved.

Whether she was a victim of a hidden network or a troubled individual crying out in delusion, one thing is certain,her story deserves more attention, more questions, and real answers.