The Western Gate

The following is excerpt and edited form of, to follow enquiry into the formation of liminal and haunted boundaries.

To say abandoned would not tell the whole story. Abandoned could mean in the whole, when something has fulfilled its purpose then it is resigned to the attic of spent goods. Abandoned could mean rejected, that something was not as it seemed, or as expected, and thus returned from whence it came, back on the shelf of snake oil and magic beans and other follies proclaiming the elixir of life..

There is another type of ‘Abandoned’, a far more sinister and malevolent type. That which is abandoned, because it is hated, because it strikes fear into the very heart of anyone who nears its proximity, who attempts to befriend it or make it their home, and it will at once repel them.
Now, in astral travelling, in the here and now, that strange attribute of leaving the body we can observe the world through – sense of spirit. By that sense, spirit, we are able to observe the interaction of any object and the observer. Put simply, a much loved photograph will emanate light towards the observer, all plants for example that are cared for by the observer equally will radiate towards them. Things that are not so loved will illuminate in as much as their potential allows, perhaps it would be a piece of jewellery that is only worn at special events, yes, there is an illumination towards the observer but more akin to the beggar awaiting the shekels of kindness and pity from a passer by. Its light flickers to attract the observer, that it itself becomes observed and thus the interaction of thought, emotion and process occurs.
All things emanate, from trees to objects and atop all this everything a myriad of a mesh that unites it all, but that’s getting beyond the scope of this article.
Thus ! let me return to that which is abandoned by reason of being ‘hated’, scorned, and wished to not exist.
This object, whether it be the weeds in the garden or an object that is loathed, does not shine, it absorbs, it sucks, it seeks as a vampire to ingest the emotional outpouring, potential and possibilities from an observer, such that it, itself, may shine, and may exist rather than lie in the shadows. It is like a portal that draws the observer towards it just as peering over a clifftop wills an observer forward.
The Haunted House that I speak of here was such a maelstrom of intent. All! And yes, that is all that entered its bleak and dismal walls succumb to depression and lethargy as the house sapped every spark of radiance from them, and all that energy was not consumed in vain by the ‘vacuum’ of the house, instead it was absorbed and surrendered to the only emotion I can describe, the emotion that does not seek light but is left in the dark, that, of fear. Indeed, the house absorbed every aspect of the intruders, (for that was how the house saw any that entered its domain), spirit and in turn enamoured every inch of its being into an oppressive environment which gave life to a personality of fear, and the more fear that grew, the more power the house had to absorb. Let me emphasise that last part, The soul of every dweller fed the house and the only body that grew therein was fear, for this itself is the throne of that force which absorbs, it lured as the siren that draws the hapless sailors to their doom, that feeds on the depressed and pitiful to forfeit their lives, and each surrendered soul was the conquest and trophy. These were displayed as the dance of doom that was cast over the walls and every space, particularly where in the naturally consequence of being it was dark, and areas that wouldn’t be inhabited if in the waking world it was so occupied, the more neglected, the more absorption, how much absorption and energy in such a house is there in an area that itself, was neglected, the neglected of the hated, the progeny of the abandoned.
It is not a personality that does this, for are we saying a house of bricks and mortar has no soul? well, not yet.
Can we state that the objects that were hated, absorb, to find an equilibrium, but as they are repelled at once, then defensively they will simply expend all the absorbed energy themselves, and all that energy, emotion, fear, it understands, it inherits every aspect of the spirit, including awareness. The cold bricks and mortar by the act of absorbing the energy of the intruders begins to feel, know, to learn as a child from the womb and onto self-expression it now lives.
The house fed by all the emotion it has inherited, understands its position, it cognises, it differentiates, it exists and now that very same house has one intent, that it, its whole being and everything inherent in its environment is to ‘walk abroad’, that far from fishing the souls of the intruders, it would in fact inhabit the shell that is left in the intruders place. The house has removed the very essence of soul from the human being and all that is left, is the doll into which it will reside.
It happened many times as fleeting glimpses into a body, where it filled the sensory mechanisms and in miniscule moments sees, hears, touches! Where the breakdown between its natural momentum of absorbing and the souls rushing headlong into the void, at one moment, the void itself… as a salmon swimming upriver occupied, for a moment… the body of the host! Alive. As the tree uproots and wanders forth, as the crow sits atop the mind of its familiar, the house would live and walk free. It was only for a moment, a glance, the blink of an eye, but each occupation and possession fed its awareness of life in the waking world.

In the basement of the house, the darkest reach, where the smell would cause even the iron stomach to retch, the eyes would cry for but a wisp of light, a discarded book is left open and unread, yet who wrote the unobserved? Its script perhaps a hybrid of old, themselves forgotten and abandoned cultures, lost hated, destroyed, it is written;-

This house is the kingdom, I am that, I am that thief in the night, I am that Kingdom fallen and abandoned and ne’er known, and when the Void turns outwards by ‘God’ art thou condemned and all saves is that which is judged free, and nought is free but that which is inherent in all, The kingdom shall be the crown.

It lives in the shadows, the depths and the overlooked neglected areas, it lives under the bed and in the attic, in the rarely used cupboard, the backs of the wardrobe, the space behind the settee, the shadow, absorbing light, and being born of it to avenge its neglect. It lives in the entirety of ~The House.