I have said it before and I’ll say it again: I don’t get this obsession with the whole Halloween thing.
My first experience of this weird festival was in Philadelphia in the early seventies, before it was exported on leathery bat wings from America to British shores.
Mini Draculas, wolf men and zombies arrived at the house throughout the evening, demanding treats which were kept in readiness in a bowl by the front door.
However, I never discovered what the consequences would be if candy was not forthcoming.
Regarded as All Saints Day in the Christian calendar, All Hallows Eve is steeped in the pagan belief that the spirits of the dead re-visit the living, and if offerings are not made, then all sorts of dire consequences are forthcoming in the form of extreme bad luck. Hence trick or treat.
Admittedly there are other interpretations on offer, but the fact remains that its origins are pre-Christian and a belief that every October31st, spirits of the dead walk the Earth.
I’m a fun loving sort of bloke and at the risk of sounding stuffy, I don’t see how this sits easy with the church, especially when you consider that October31st ranks second only in importance to April30th,or Walpurgisnacht as it is also known, in the Satanist calendar.
Yes but these devil worshippers are just a lot of loonies looking for an excuse to get their kit off and have a party.
The vast majority perhaps, but a frightening personal experience in 1971 brought home to me in no uncertain terms, that a small but influential hardcore element exists that carries out unholy rites under cover of the generally held belief that Devil worship is just a load of hokum,and merely an excuse to indulge in a bit of harmless fun.
I do not intend describing my own experience, but it coincided with a time when I met a man who had been a war time colleague and was still a close friend of the author Dennis Wheatley.
He assured me that the warning Wheatley gives as a preface to all of his books on occultism is heartfelt and a result of meticulous research and experience, and not a marketing ploy.
In essence the author warns his readers “most strongly” that to be drawn into what he terms The Secret Art would bring them into dangers of a very real and concrete nature.
Superstitious nonsense? Maybe. But it should at least give pause for thought.