Hallowe’en always raises questions for people about the supernatural. The following true story is worth knowing about.
Take your pick. The early autumn morning sunlight dancing with the mist of a forest of falling leaves, or a glorious rainbow arching over a mountain peak, or a golden sunset reflected in a glassy lake? From earliest childhood such scenes evoked in my heart a yearning for the magic of life — a merging of ‘God and nature’ that would fill my soul with wholeness and liberty.
Among a host of childhood memories, certain pivotal events stand out as having a distinct bearing on the dramatic course of my later life. At the age of six, kitted out in a pointed hat, cape and broomstick, I attended a Halloween party. The mystery and magic of that occasion remained with me ever after, igniting within me a desire to know more of the fascinating world of ghosts and witches. Curiously, a few years later, in my school’s end of term play, I starred as the witch in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. I relished the role and played it well enough that ever after my classmates called me ‘witch’. Peer-labelling affected me to the point where I began to act out that role on a daily basis, unconsciously taking on that identity in my mind.
