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Post by cortwilliams on Nov 20, 2012 12:50:46 GMT -6
LOCAL PSYCHIC GEOGRAPHIES
Every town's got some kind of story to it. A shared repertoire of history, myth, and emotional impressions become part of the town creating a "local psychic geography". This set of shared stories and connotations effect and are effected by the people who share this geography.
Even if you don't really believe that there was a murder at the yellow house on the corner, you still remember hearing the story every time you walk past the house. Maybe you tell the story to your kid brother on Halloween, he tells it to his friends. Even if the story was made up by somebody else's older brother, it has now reproduced itself and become part of the town's "psychic" geography. People might get the shivers when they pass that house for generations.
Places, to some degree at least, become part of the identity of those who live there. In situations where the local community is a focal part of existence, this can be true to an even greater extent. If someone's entire known world exists in a small town and a few miles of nearby countryside, the places in these few miles will be invested with a potent and dense network of associations that have a profound impact on the way he experiences life.
Accepting the existence of an astral realm that influences and is influenced by physical existence, the implications of these geographies become more profound. Now maybe there really is something that haunts that yellow house, even if he was invented by your older brother.
Hail Satanis! Cort Williams
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2012 16:24:43 GMT -6
I believe it. I had this experiment : One day (years ago) I was walking in a cemetery, and was thinking to the feelings that, maybe, were somewhat still there...
Old people buried, the ceremony, black costumes... I felt nothing special, peace, maybe fatality, nostalgia, relief...and hypocrisy.
I continued walking and suddenly I felt it so strongly ! A horrific pain and sadness as never before. Hey, what was happening ? Let's stop daydreaming. No this horrific distress was still here.
Looking around, I discovered that I was in the dedicated place where children are buried.
Awake.
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Post by sin on Nov 20, 2012 16:52:38 GMT -6
The legend of 'Cropsey' comes to mind, nearly every highly populated urban city has one.
There were a number of houses in my neighborhood of East Boston, Mass that were legendary for being homes for anything from prolific killers to pedophiles on the prowl.
Another element that had tons of spooky stories to it was the Umana Academy.
www.bostonpublicschools.org/school/mario-umana-academy
It had strange architecture for a school, and the back end of the building was right on the Boston Harbor. There were all kinds of creepy dark places there, we hung out there as kids (even though it wasn't allowed).
When I was about 9, we even found a corpse floating in the water. We seriously thought it was a mannequin. It didn't look human at all, because it was all bloated from being in the water for so long. The stories attached to that body were well known legends. I found out when I was in my teens that it was just a homeless person that died of natural causes. A lot of homeless lived back there because of it's steam vents, and access to the fishing docks.
The stories ranged from murder to a lover's pat gone bad. I remember my aunts gossiping around coffee telling the tales that weren't even true.
Great post.
CS
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