This is kind of early but I wanted to let everybody know that I’m working on a project to get this blog back on its feet. I’m going to aim tentatively for the 1st of January to bring it back up but if that changes I’ll let you know!
I want to do things right this time and it’ll force me to actually spend more time researching something I actually enjoy researching instead of spending all my time playing video games.
I haven’t really been active in while already but I guess I wanted to announce an official hiatus. I’m not closing the blog down or anything because I want to come back to it one day when I actually have any time at all to make it what I really want it to be. I have a specific, high maintenance vision for the blog that is just impossible to keep up with right now. I’ll be back, one day.
Described as a generally good-natured demon, Vassago is a prince of Hell and rules over 26 legions of demons. He can be persuaded to reveal the past and future as well as find hidden or lost things.
I think I’m going to look into getting help with this blog because between working overtime every day and never being home on the weekends, it’s hard to keep up. Hopefully this blog will actually be active soon.
It is a custom amongst the people, when throwing away water at night, to cry out in a loud voice “Take care of the water;” or literally from the Irish “Away with yourself from the water”—for they say that the spirits of the dead last buried are then wandering about and it would be dangerous if the water fell on them.
One day night a woman suddenly threw out a pail of boiling water without thinking of the warning words. Instantly a cry was heard, as of a person in pain, but no one was seen. However, the next night a black lamb entered the house, having the back all fresh scalded, and it lay down moaning by the hearth and died. Then they all knew that this was the spirit that had been scalded by the woman, and they carried the dead lamb out reverently, and buried it deep in the earth. Yet every night at the same hour it walked again into the house, and lay down, moaned, and died; and after this had happened many times, the priest was sent for, and finally, but the strength of his exorcism, the spirit of the dead was laid to rest; the black lamb appeared no more. Neither was the body of the lamb found in the grave when they searched for it, though it had been laid by their own hands deep in the earth, and covered in clay.
Irish Fairy and Folk Tales, W.B. Yeats. p. 182.
I was working on some posts to put in the queue and I had an idea that I’m going to try out this week to see if you guys like it. I’m not going to go into detail just yet but tell me what you think after it’s posted!
I’ve not forgotten about you guys I promise. I was out on vacation for a while.