Walking by an open doorway on the busy London High Street I was using, I paused to read the sign on the door.
FORTUNES TOLD, TAROT, PALMISTRY AND CRYSTAL BALL READINGS.
Hah! (I thought), I've got a few minutes to spare, Let's do this!
I'd had a natural curiosity in such things for as long as I could remember but, hadn't quite had the opportunity to take that any further. I had no time to consider the matter deeply and responded instinctively.
No time like the present…
The building was an old looking residential building, wedged between high street megastores. I stepped over the doorway and climbed the stairs of a long narrow wooden staircase, up to the first floor. I arrived at the top turned right and saw a long narrow corridor leading off deeper into the building. To my right was a similar notice to the one on the open front door below. This door was closed but it clearly was my intended destination.
I opened the door and stepped through. Over to my left was a woman but she didn't see me straight away as I was partly obscured by her turned back.
I'm not sure what my expectations were but it certainly was not the sight with which I was met.
The woman was extremely athletic, tall and strong, long black hair down to her back. She wore all black. Slacks and jumper. (Don't ask me what shoes she was wearing… plimsolls perhaps?)
She was engaged in a fierce struggle and I could just see how physically she was up to the job.
She was pulling as though in some tug of war contest, or as though she were lassooing a beast or something for branding.
She leaned back into her task to get greater leverage, shifting both her stance and hands to improve her grip, and pulling with great strength. Her long black hair brushed the floor behind her as she leaned back for greater leverage.
Something happened, I know not what; perhaps my presence had been suddenly detected but, the next moment the woman had let go of what she was pulling and in a single fluid motion, had turned squarely to face me.
What can I do for you? she asked.
She was beautiful. There was a trace of a foreign accent and her tone was unwaveringly serious.
By this point I was startled and was barely able to formulate my response.
I'm not sure, I don't know, (I said).
Come back when you know.
I will,
With that I turned around and left the way I came in.
I had gone from mild curiosity to being startled, confused, bewildered and now extremely agitatated, all within the “short” time of my encounter with the woman.
I left central London directly afterwards and being an avid amateur sleuth, I watched my back, took diversions, and doubled back on myself. I was not followed. To say that I was “spooked” would be an understatement.
I've gone over this encounter in my mind a million times and I still cannot deny what I saw, what I suspect and what I now know. I've also raked over my subsequent encounters with the woman and this is my stand.
This woman is a sorceress who had caught hold of another entity from the astral plain, and was “birthing” it into this plane, through a portal from this dimension into the next. The room she was in was on the first floor, above and overlooking street level and she was facing the outside wall. There was no “there” for her to pull anything from, other than fresh air. My physical eyes, tuned to the 3rd dimension, had no reference frame with which to make my experience intelligible. The rope I imagine I saw in her hands was invisible. What was taking place before my eyes was an intradimensional translocational doorway being opened, and “things” being drawn out of it. There is no other explanation that I can offer.
I met with this sorceress four times including this occasion and bizarrely, I saw her again 20 years later, by complete chance(?) in a Tesco Extra, in an arbitrary English rural village, near to where I then lived. She had not aged or changed one little bit. She looked exactly as she did. She is not human in the conventional sense. We saw each other, across a shopping cart. She reacted as though she’d seen an apparition, at the end of the frozen foods isle, she was clearly alarmed by my appearance.
My association with the sorceress was discontinued after I caught her snooping around my home neighbourhood, miles and miles away from her abode in central London. On this occasion I experienced lost time and physical translocation, and clearly, she had been conducting various magical procedures of which I was the central participant.
Thereafter I had interactions with her in lucid dreaming which I became aware was going on during my sleep periods… My conscious awareness was being bypassed.
The second and third physical encounters were back at her rooms, in that obscure building on the High Street. Yes, I went back twice. We spoke, she also conducted a palm reading, I procured an ancient crystal, and I engaged her services. I'm not entirely certain what method she employed during the exercise of those services. My understanding is incomplete and I need more information yet, at a deep level within me, there is no curiosity but just a deep knowing and acceptance, that is greater than my conscious awareness.
My memories were blocked by the incomprehensibly illogical nature of what I had experienced. Thereafter, a string of further occurrences took place that apply even greater levels of mystery around the sorceress and her interactions with me.
The layers of mystery are for my own protection, or for the protection of others, or until the time is right for me, or others, to know the full significance of what I have learned. Or is it?
I have been limited from accessing that which I already unconsciously know. I cannot account for all that I know, except that which I account for here. There are great mysteries of existence that many cannot begin to imagine.
What hold does she still have over me? What really did happen all those years ago? Is it unbeknownst to me, still continuing? Did I enter a soul contract with the sorceress that binds me till this day?
I remain unsure as to the extent or scope of my extra-dimensional activities with the sorceress, and whether they still continue, in dimensions far removed from 3D consciousness, till this day.
What is the nature of the encounters with the Sorceress, other than to make me question the nature of everything that I see. And what conclusions can I draw? What premises appear less contrived and nearer to the truth? How do the data points stack up?
The only claim my conscious mind can make is that I now have greater presience. A foreknowledge of things that I cannot explain. Hidden knowledge beyond my former abilities and a greater understanding of the true nature of reality. Yet there is so much more to know.
But for what purpose?
So many questions, so many secrets… A Sorceress Full of Secrets.
Very interesting Elliot! My husband and I encountered a lady dress in black with a black leather cowboy like hat at an apple festival near a town where I live. She walked up to us out of nowhere in a park and began talking to us like she knew us intimately. She knew the people in our lives etc. she described recent details. And we had just moved to this town. While talking to her I thought to myself she must be somebody we have a run into somewhere and maybe we had mutual friends. . I was too embarrassed to ask for her name. Later when my husband and I began thinking about it neither of us knew who she was or where she came from. After she spoke with us she just disappeared into the crowd never to be seen again. It was a very eerie encounter. But not as eerie as your own.
Wow, this is fascinating, Elliot! On your second or third meeting with her, did you ask her about the tug of war scene you'd witnessed? I'm curious what her explanation might've been.