“WITH ER’ ‘EAD TUCKED UNDERNEATH ‘ER ARMS” Christmas Spirits

 

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Ann Bolyn, who lost her head at the king’s whim. She haunts many an English palace, but only appears at her home of Hever at Yuletide.

Next to Charles Dickens’ famed spectres, the most notorious of English ghosts has to be the beautiful but ill fated Ann Bolyn.

One of Henry the Eighth’s less fortunate ex’s, he had her beheaded, supposedly because of her infidelity. Ever since, she has been reported to wander the Tower of London, her beautiful visage relocated under her right arm.

In truth, however, there are a number of places in England where Ann Bolyn’s ghost has been sighted–in most cases still lacking a head on her shoulders.  Ann has on occasion been sighted at Hever Castle, her childhood home; Blickling Hall, her alleged birthplace;
The Tower of London, where she was executed; Hampton Court Palace and Windsor Castle, where Anne and Henry resided during their marriage; Salle Church in Norfolk, where Anne’s body was allegedly moved after her original burial in the Chapel of St Peter ad Vincula in the Tower of London and secretly buried under a black slab near the tombs of her Boleyn ancestors; and Marwell Hall in Hampshire, a residence of the Seymours between 1530-1638.

Wherever she may roam throughout the year, one thing is certain: at Christmastime she returns to her ancestral home of Hever Castle, in Kent.

Whether she haunts this castle, “with er ead tucked underneath er arms” is not certain; but we prefer to think not. She comes home to Hever for the holidays, so perhaps that is why she is on her best behavior here.

What is certain is that on Christmas Eve she can be seen walking across the bridge of the River Eden and onto the castle grounds. She has also been sighted under an ancient oak tree where she and Henry first courted. Perhaps for one night out of the year she may find a place to rest–her head still attached–in her ancestral home.

For more true ghost stories, see Strange Tales of the Dark and Bloody Ground, Dixie Spirits, and Ghosts and Haunts of Tennessee; all are available at better book stores.

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Strange Tales of the Dark and Bloody Ground chronicles true stories of unexplained phenomena in the Mid South.
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It’s Apocalypse Day! Welcome to the End!

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Forget about the Mayans: Merlin predicted the end of the world a millennium ago!
Merlin is best known today as a sorcerer; in his own day however he was renowned as a Seer and prophet.
Merlin is best known today as a sorcerer; in his own day however he was renowned as a Seer and prophet.
Yes folks, it’s that day we have all been waiting for: 12/21/12. As we all wait for that fatal rumble, that ball of fire in the sky, or something similar that someone out there has said the Mayans predicted, let me lay another ancient prophecy of Doom on you that all the Cassandras have overlooked: none other than the granddaddy of all seers and soothsayers: Merlin.

In his book of prophecies, towards the end of a series of bewildering prophecies about Arthur and his British successors, he gets even weirder and goes into a prophecy that, whatever its specific meaning, certainly must portend the end of the world. One thing is clear: they mainly pertain to a cataclysmic celestial event, since there are quite a few astrological references. However, rather than my trying to interpret its meaning, I shall simply present them for your consideration and allow Merlin to relate his warning to you in his own words:

In the wrath of the stars shall the standing corn be withered and the dews of heaven shall be forbidden to fall.

Root and branch shall change places, and the newness of the thing shall be as a miracle.

The shining of the sun shall be dimmed by the amber of Mercury, and shall be a dread unto them that behold it.

Stilbon of Arcady shall change his shield, and the helmet of Mars shall call unto Venus. The helmet of Mars shall cast a shadow, and the rage of Mercury shall overpass all bounds.

Iron Orion shall bare his sword.

Phœbus of the ocean shall torment his clouds.

Jupiter shall trespass beyond his appointed bounds, and Venus forsake the way that hath been ordained unto her.

The malignity of Saturn the star shall fall upon earth with the rain of heaven, and shall slay mankind as it were with a crooked sickle.

The twice six houses of the stars shall mourn over the wayward wandering of their guests.

The Twins shall surcease from their wonted embrace, and shall call the Urn unto the fountains.

The scales of the Balance shall hang awry until the Ram shall set his crooked horns beneath them.

The tail of the Scorpion shall breed lightnings, and the Crab fall at strife with the Sun.

The Virgin shall forget her maiden shame, and climb up on the back of the Sagittary.

The chariot of the Moon shall disturb the Zodiac, and the Pleiades shall burst into tears and lamentation.

None hereafter shall return unto his wonted duty, but Ariadne shall lie hidden within the closed gateways of her sea-beaten headland. In the twinkling of an eye shall the seas lift them up, and the dust of them of old again begin to live. With a baleful blast shall the winds do battle together, and the sound thereof shall be heard amongst the stars.’