THE HAUNTING PAST WHICH WITCH IS WHICH?

THE HAUNTING PAST: WHICH WITCH IS WHICH? With the conclusion of the case, of the "ghost, who did not know", Tami and I would pack up, board our plane, and return too home base, this time via the local airport. Upon landing, our pilots supervisedd the maintenace, re-fuelling, and re-supply, of the planes food supply, even as a company driver would show Tami and I too a waiting, motor vehicle, then drive the two of us to the company's offices, in a building, where the Brown Agency was stationed. Inside the building, and inside the agency's outer offices, Tami took one look, at Mr. Browns face, and her response was "This must really be a bad one", especially after she saw the file the boss had, in his hands. When Mr. Brown guided the two of us to a conference room, Tami would prevent the boss man from handing us yet another case, as she would ask "Are we really the only investigators, which you yhave, at your disposal?" Mr. Brown would respond with "You should feel honored that our clients continue to request your services, on a regular basis". When Tami would agree, saying "I know, and I Am flattered by the attention, however, dooes your agency have no one else, who is capable of handling atleast some of these cases?" Mr. Brown would, flatly, say "No one else, whoo will take the work as seriously, as the two of you. No one else would be willing to stake reputations, or licenses, oon this kind of work." (Ofcourse, it was true, that even Tami and I hhad knoown many chharlatans, and other fakes. People who just accepted ayment, yet provided no real services. Still, I would agree that Tami and I just did not want to be the "Go To" guys, for all things, "paranormal"). I think that what both surprised us, and dreew our attention, to this case, was the fact that the case had been referred by none other than the very same Wiccan coven, whose members had provided aid, and assistance, anytime Tami and I sought aid. Even I knew that we had contacted the Wiccans far more often than I would have liked to admit. According to the file, the local coven was asking our assistance, this time. Aid, being requested, for another coven. According to the file, it would seem that a young Wiccan, who was workinng to become a disciple, in the covenn, was being accused oof being in league with "evil", due to the "fact" that the Wiccan was, reportedly, been observed, in two seperate places, at the same moment, while people and property, were being attacked. The problem, with the claims, being mmade, against the young woman, included the accusation that the young woman was altering her appearance, to make herself look as much ass thirty years oldeer than hher current age. Then, there was the accusation, that the young womans "victims" had insisted that the young woman was causing damage, in one part of town, despite the fact thhat friends, and neighbors, made reports, stating that the young woman was with THEM, in another part of town. Then, there was the differnce between an artists renderinng, oof the "attacker", and an accompanying photograph, of the accused. Some oof the differences, betweenn the two women, were obvious, even to me. For example: The attacker had scraggly, dark, hair, while the accused had flowing, brunette, hair, very similar to Tami's own, flowing, hair. In fact, about the only thing, which the "attacker", and the "accused" seemed to have, in common, was the surname, and the given name, of "Taniqua". Beyond the name, though, even the coven reported finding no other "commonalities", between the women. This, it would seem, was where Tami and I would come in. The coven suspected that an imposter was attempting to dis-credit the coven, by making it appear that a coven member was causing the probblems. Tami and I were being asked to expose the imposter. Since the coven had, in the past, been willing to aid us, in our cases (and our benefactor, was willing to coontinue to cover our expenses), Tami and I agreed too accept the case. We actually, flt certain that we could solve this case, in noo time. That is, until we met, first, with our locan coven, then, later, when we met, with the coven, which needed our assistance. Although our plane was, fully, fuelled, and provisioned, for the flight, it would seem that our lift-off time was being delayed, while some military transports arrived, at the airport, "took ccarre of bbusiness", then departed the airort. As to the aircrafts purpose, even our own pilots would not hazard a guess All that the four of us knew was that our flight, among dozeens of others, was delayed, for hours, with the only "explanation" given, by authorities, being "Un-defined militarry necessity". During this "holding period", our pilots did what other pilots would not even consider. They powered down the planes systems, then the four of us grabbed some lawn chairs, from the hold, then sat just outside the rear hatch, while resting, watching the "traffic", and awaited clearance, for lift-off. Once our pilots heard the tower giving the first, civilian, planes permission, for lift off, our pilots instructed Tami and I to load the lawn chairs, in the hold, while the pilots brought the plane back up to power. When our turn, for lift-off, came, our pilots continued to ignore thhe comment, from the tower, about "Good Ghost Huntinng". (What we would noot know, until later, was that other, commercial, aircraft, which had kept systems on-line,for passenger comfort, while keeping engines idling, to provide passenger compartment climate control, had to returnn to the airport, soon after lift-off, when the already hot enngines had over-heated, between the strain, of waiting, for hours, on the runway, then the strain, of lift-off. As a result, many flights were delayed, while other planes were returned too hangars, for engine cooling.) Ghost Ship One would be the ONLY, civilian, jet, that day, NOT to return to the airport, for engine repair. Although our plane could fly, at over 1,000 miles per hour, it would seem that the Wiccans, who travelled by road, in their mini-vans, had arrived, at the destination, far ahead of our own, hours later, predicted, arrival, time. By the time we, finally, arrived, on-site, it seems that the coven had even prepared a space, for our plane to settle down. After landing, and debarking the plane, a junior Wiccan would lead Tami and I to the inner chamber/cavern, whhere thhe coven met, for meetings. It would be here, within the safety, of the coven, that Tami and I would meet the accused, face-to-face. For Tami and I, the very first question would be "HOW could this, young, woman be mistaken for a woman atleast twice her age? In answer to this question, the coven priestess would produce another "Mist of Truth". As Tami and I entered the "mist", along with the Wiccan, who had been chosen to be our guide, Tami and I were shown a scene, from several centuries, before. Acording to our guide "This is a time, during the period known as the "Drak Ages". A time when fear, and superstition, ruled the lands. During this time, the wisest, among the covens members, practiced, in total secret. Those, wo believed in Wiccan ways, came to us, seeking eithher knowledge, or healing. Most came, for medical purposes. It is during this time that a proud family, with a long, and vibrant, history, saaw its "power", and "position", dissolve, when the current generation produced only female children. As you know, women, regardless of nnationaility, or culture, had no real "rights", prior to the 1960's. As a result, in this time period, local men tried every channel, possible, to lay claim to the family's lands. What the men never expected was for a woman to defend both herself, and her property." When the guide informed Tami and I of the Wiccan, in questions, name, Tami and I looked at one another, as if to say "Coincidence?" The guide then informed us that, during the womans own years, of Wiccan training, the woman had place unusual effort into reaching her goal, of becoming a "disciple". The guide would say "Our order had hoped that, one day, the woman would take a place, as a leader, within the coven. If only we had known what she was capable of, the order NEVER would have trained her." When Tami would ask "If she was so powerful, and so well trained, what caused her to turn "darK"?" The guide would say "This" The mist then showed the woman, with a man, who was acting very obnoxious. As we listened in, on the peoples conversation, Tami, myself, and our guide, heard: "Woman, you have a choice. Either marry ME, and turn all of your wealth over, to MY control, for "safe-keeping", OR, I turn you over, to the church, as a witch". When the "head-strong" woman would say "Go ahead. I fear not thy empty threats". The next thing the mist showed us was the man, inside a church, telling a priest "By my true faith, in the Lord, our God, Almighty, I give witness that the woman be a witch". In response to this, the priest gathered a possie, which rode, with the priest, to the familys lands, to order the "witch" to "Be Gone", from the community. The woman, however, surprised her attackers, by saying the ancient version of "Take your best shot!". The guide would inform Tami and I "The coven had no way of knowing just how far the sister was willing to go, in order to protect her familys belongings". When torches were lit, by the priests orders, with the order given, to prepare to burn the witch out, the woman called upon the element, of water, which brought enough rain, upon the possie, to douse the torches, before the woman said something like "You wont burn ME out of my home!". When the mob, next, tried to rope the woman, she called up a simple spell, to cause the ropes to fall to pieces. When, next, the priest came forward, and doused the woman, with Holy Water, while chanting, the woman would say something like "Will you stop that. You are getting me all wet". (What none, among the mob, paid any attention to was the fact that, even when doused, with the Holy Water, the woman neither fizzed, nor melted). When the mob realized that they could not harm the woman, with simple, direct, brute, force, the priest called upon local archers, who lit arrows, dunked in some goo, then shot the woman, with the flaming arrows, penetrating her body, numerous times, until she cried out, in mortal agony. With her dying words, and as the flames consumed her, the woman shouted a curse, of something like "No matter how long it may take, my name shall have its revenge, upon my murderers!" Once the womans body was burned to ash, the priest "purified" the land, which was, then, turned over, lock, stock, and barrel, to the womans accuser. Since the coven realized that the woman had, indeed, been powerful, in order to accomplish such feats, of magick, the coven decided to "Take no chances", with the womans dying promise that "My name shall have its revenge.." The Wiccans would make certain that the womans name was stricken, from existance. When Tami asked our guide "If the woman was the VICTIM, then why was her name struck, instead of the names, of her acccusers?" The guide would explain "The sister used dark magick, to defend herself. This, even after the coven offered to aid in her esccape". When Tami would ask "Where was the Justice System?" (My partner had forgotten that, in this ancient time frame, there was NO "justice system", No America, and even the thirteen colonies, were, still, centuries into the future). Our guide would remind Tami of these facts. In the past, a womans only hope, of avoiding death, was to flee trouble, and start a new life, elsewhere. When the mist faded, and we returned to the present, our first question was "WHY would the woman choose NOW, as in our present, to make her "come-back"?" When Tami added "Im CERTAIN that, over the centuries, somewhere, in the world, females would be born, with the name. What is different about this time?" The Wiccans would say "THAT is what we want YOU to find out". Swell! We had a name, and a history, however, we were, still, left with the question of "Why now?" Of the next two times, when the spirit had attacked, the modern, young, woman had plenty of witnesses, as to her own whereabouts. For one attack, the modern woman was at the local library, collecting books, and arranging to borrow other books. During the next attack, the young woman was present, at a local theater, assisting in the set-up of props, for a benefit performance. Despite these facts, some lame-brained idiot asked the witnesses the stupid question of "Was she (the young woman), in sight, every single second?" Both library staff, and theater staff, said the only time the young woman was out of sight was when she was using the "Ladies Room". When the idiot asked "For exactly how LONG was she out of your sight?" Most witnesses would say "Three minutes, maybe five. We really dont count time, when a person is "doing their business". Still, this left the question of "IF it was NOT the young woman, then who was pretending to be the older woman?" When Tami and I checked some of our own copies, of her notes, against various, magick, sources, we were able to verify that, in fact, some of the magick, being used, was, indeed very "Dark" magick. Then someone tried to play a really lame joke on Tami and I. Just inside the tree-line, near our plane, someone had placed what must have been red-tinted decoration lights, along with a sound recording, of an animal, growling. It was after sun-set when the jokesters set off the stunt, presumably thinking that Tami and I would run for cover. What the pranksters did not realize was that, after cases, such as the kidnapping, of the werewolves children, in a previous case, Tami and I felt certian that this was just another prank. This is why we descended upon the tree-line, hoping to catch the jokers, in the act. However, both Tami and I were surprised when, upon entering the tree line, we found no evidence, on the ground, or in the tree's. Nothing, anywhere, except for a dark mass, which seemed to be retreating, from us. As "it" retreated, Tami and I heard some more growls, and what sounded like "huffing", and "puffing", like a person, running out of breath. Strange thing was, after a distance, Tami and I stopped our pursuit, when we heard something like a "howl", on the wind. It was LONG, like it was "calling out", or something. After this, for a moment, the night temperature, suddenly, plummetted enough that Tami and I felt chilled, almost to the bone. This is when I noticed something, which I had failed to notice, during the pursuit. While Tami and I were chasing "it", there had been none of the normal sounds, of night creatures, such as crickets. NO "night sounds" at all. Even before the frigid air struck. It was not until AFTER the howl faded away, and the air temperature returned to normal, that the night came "alive", with the sounds of nature. When Tami and I returned to our plane, we found our pilots going over the video footage, from the planes cameras. The men just seemed baffled, as they asked one another "Where is it?", and "I KNOW we SAW it. We both saw it. HOW could it NOT be oon the footage?" followed by "Play it back, again. Maybe we missed it". When Tami and I asked, the pilots reported "We saw it, frrom the cockpit, as well. We saw you chase "it". For some reason, though, the camera's did not capture an image. By the way, what WAS "it", anyway?" When Tami would agree "No clue. It escaped". The pilot would ask "How is it that we all SAW "it", with our own eyes, yet there is nothing on the recordings?" All Tami could suggest was "Send the footage to base. Maybe, they can figure out what we saw". The next morning, though, the Wiccans sent US a message. Short and simple, even by e-mail standards: "We have information. Join us at the meeting place". After a breakfast, of scrambled eggs, loaded with bits of onions, and green peppers, as well as a choice of bacon, or sausage, Tami and I travelled to the coven meeting place, hoping to learn WHO could pull such a stunt, and for what purpose. When the priestess met with us, she would promise "It was no trick. It was a demon. An "evil scout", if you will". When Tami would ask "How did it evade our prusuit?" The priestess would say "IT opened a portal. When it realized that you were in pursuit, it used that howl as a sort-of "key-card", to open the portal, and escape pursuit". When Tami asked "The cold air?" The priestess would say "The bitter cold,of pure evil. It is only a miracle that the two of you were not closer to the portal. If you had been, you would have been sucked in, as well". When I would ask "Next question: WHO summoned the creature?" The priestess would say The one who is stirring up the trouble. The sisters spirit is using her magick skills to call forth creatures, like the one you saw, last night". When I would ask "For what purpose?" The priestess would say "To frighten you off of the case. The spirit just never expected the two of you to give chase". When Tami would suggest "If you know all of this, will you tell us WHERE to find this womans spirit?" The priestess would say "I fear that I cannot". When Tami would ask "Cannot, or Will not?" The priestess would say "Regretfully, my sisters and I am only able to observe events, in, and around, the community. The spirit has shrouded her location, using dark magick. This is why the sisters cannot see her location". Tami might have thought "Convenient", however, Tami knew, from previous experience, that the Wiccans would never act, to ,openly, deceive. The spirit was using magick, which true Wiccans would NEVER consider using. After Tami and I departed the covens "headquarters", Tami made a suggestion, which I had been considering, myself. The question of "What are we risking, by making contact?" SHortly after this, the Enforcer demon showed up, saying "Just to provide information, there is no charge. If, however, you wanted me to act, that would come with a charge". When Tami would say "Just point us in the right direction. We will take it from there". This would be when "Mother Superior" would appear, advising "Children, you should not trust, so easily. Evil takes care of its own". When Tami would inform the nun "We thought that, since dark magick was in use..." The nun would complete the sentence "...so you thought that "evil" was a proper starrting point?" At this, the Enforcer demon vanished, leaving Tami and I to deal with Mother Superior. When Tami would ask the nun "Was the enforcer telling the truth, about information being at no charge"?" The nun would ask "Why do you think that I am here?" When Tami would ask "Will YOU direct us?" The nun would start to say "Begin your journey with the following..." When I would say "Please", followed by Tami, informing the nun "Enough with riddles. Can you give us a position fix, or address? Something definite?" The nun would only repeat "To begin your journey..." After Tami wrote down the nuns cryptic "message", we would return to our plane, where we would find an upload file waiting for us. When Tami opened the file, we found ourselves looking at the spirit, who was in the act of attacking both law enforcers, and a television crew. Strange thing was that the spirits appearance never seemed to change. (Even I had to wonder what it was like, for spirits, Doomed to wear the same clothes, year-after-year, century-after-century). When Tami did a quick web-search, she was able to locate the position where the broadcast had originated. While the signal suggested that the media had no idea of the reason why the woman was attacking thei crew, Tami KNEW the reason: Law enforcement, and the media, were on lands, formerly owned by the spirits family descendants. The spirit was protecting the lands, just as she had done, in Europe, centuries ago. Two things the police could not understand. Number one was how a woman, who appearred to be as solid as any human, could be transparent enough to allow the new generation, of Taser Gun shots, to pass right through her body. Second, and which neither Tami, nor I, could understand, was the police rrationale that, if the stun gun did not work, that the officers bothered to fire rounds, of live ammunition, at the spirit. Although the news feed, from the mobile camera, showed that the rounds travelled right through the spirit, non-stop, the time when I (like an idiot) said "No fair! She's cheating", was when, in return for the gun-fire, the spirit loosed two fire-balls, from her hands. Fire which, when aimed at the police cruiser, totalled the car, while sending officers scrambling for cover, as the cruiser exploded, with enormous force. When Tami looked at me, asking "You expect a spirit to follow human rules, of fair play?" I would whisper "I stand corrected" Tami would, however, have better news, when she would say "Look at this". I would see, on the satellite map, what we saw, in the video. This is when Tami would add "THIS is what Mother Superior meant. This spirit thinks she is, still, protecting her own property". When a brief search, of historical records, found no evidence, of activity, in the area, for centuries, though, this left us with the question of "Why now?" What was so special, about this place, NO?" Atleast PART of the answer, came when the young woman, who bore the same NAME, as the spirit, would visit Tami, and speak of the girls next set, of upcoming Wiccan, tests. The girl would inform Tami "It is my hope to, one day, becoming a coven priestess". When Tami checked the records, she found vague mentions, of the previous woman being a "third level" Wiccan, working on her forth level, when the trouble had broken out, centuries ago. Now, a modern girl, of the same name, had achieved "level three" status, and was working towards "level four". When Tami brought this to the priestesses attention, though, the priestesss questioned our logic, saying she was certain that other girls carried the same name, over the centuries. WHY had the spirit not struck centuries before now? In fact, for the next two days, Tami and I did little more than sift reports, and records, while downing rations. The main problem seemed to be that the witch, from centuries ago, was burned, in Europe, while the modern woman lived in the United States. Since spirits are supposed to be "bound", to the place, where they had perished, this left the question of "What was a European spirit doing haunting, in America?" WHAT was the connection? When Tami next met with the young woman, and asked "Where did your parents find your name?" The woman would say "They told me it "just came" to them". When Tami would ask "Just how LONG have you been in training?" The woman would say "For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be a part of a coven. My parents only agreed since atleast one, of my aunts, is an active member, of this coven". It was not until Tami asked "Has ALL of your training, to date, taken place, here, in this town?" The woman would say "Heavens, no. I have made pilgrimages, to other covens, for my training. The coven even set a group, of us, to Europe, last year, to meet some "local" "level three's". Sort of as a way to aid our decision of if we really wanted to commit to the coven". When Tami would ask "You didn't, by any chance, visit a place near (Name of village where witch was burned, centuries ago), did you?" When the young woman would say "Why yes, we did. In fact, a group, of us, paid a visit, to the memorial. I remember that some member, of the European coven, had suggested the visit, as a way of learning, and remembering, what happened, all those centuries ago. You understand, dont you. A way to teach the past to the present, for the future." When Tami would ask "Did anything happen, while you were at the memorial?" The young woman would say "A few thunder claps. Nothing note-worthy". When Tami would thank the young woman, then RUSH inside the plane, grab me, and return to the coven, Tami would ask the priestess "Show us the pilgrimage, from last year. The one the "level three's" were sent on". The priestess would say "Very well. Observing can do no harm. We will proceed". Using a mixture, of herbs, spices, and other ingredients, which I failed to recognize, the Wiccans brewed another "mist". This one, targetted on last years pilgrimage. When Tami asked "What about controls. You know: Stop, Play, Fast Forward, and so on". The priestess would show Tami the "control panel", then the priestess would say "If you are ready, let us begin". In moments, Tami and I were "swallowed", by the mist, as the present faded away, and the past came into view. Tami and I found ourselves watching the young people, having a good time, as they approached the memorial, where the witch had been burned. (The Wiccans narrated most of the scene, for our benefit). What even the Wiccans could not understand was the reason why the students decided to call out various names. Still, all seemed fine until one of the young called out the young girls name, saying "Come on, names never hurt anyone". No-sooner had the student called out the girls name, saying something like "I call upon thee, not to be frightened", when, from our observation point, Tami and I saw what the students had not seen. The fact that, with the thunder clap, a cloud, of energy, had risen, from the ground, to full, adult, height, then solidified into the ancient witch. It seems that the modern woman had "sensed" something, since she was the first to back away, from the memorial. She was calling her friends away from the spot. As the students withdrew, from the memorial, though, Tami and I were surprised when the spirit, of the witch, turned, looked right at us, while stating "You do not belong here." and, with a hand motion, everything vanished, and it was like Tami and I were falling through time, and space. While Tami and I were sent who-knows-where, back in the Wiccan coven, the sisters had watched the whole thing, then set about trying to find out WHERE, and WHEN, Tami and I had been sent. Atleast now the coven knew HOW the spirit had come to be released, upon an un-suspecting world. The spirit had bonded her essense to the fleeing girl, who held the same name, using the girl as "transportation". THIS is how the spirit had come to America. In essence, the spirit had "hitched a ride", on another soul. Now, however, the coven had a new problem. Two, modern day, people were trapped, in space and time. Since the Wiccans could not afford time, and supplies, on random searches, the women set about doing their own research. While the coven was busy, searching, for us, Tami and I were "dropped" onto some frontier land. With NO tactical vests, no gear, and no rations. Without our G.P.S. gear, we had no idea where we were. Tami would be the one to say "I hope we haven't travelled, in time, again". Yes, we, both, remembered what time-travel was like, from previous cases. Fortunately, we had, also, learned, about fire-arms, and camoflauge, from experince. When I noticed that we had landed, on a well-travelled path, my first suggestion was "Into the tree's. Get our bearings, then make a plan". It was a good thing we had thought fast, since, soon after we had taken cover, we spotted a hunting party. We were relieved, though, when the party's members wore natural, animal, skins, as clothing. That, and the group used primitive weapons. When Tami asked "Do you think they are looking for us, yet?" I would say "No doubt. Just a matter of time". When we chanced to sneak up, on a village, for some reason, we realized that we were in the "Middle Ages", of Europe. Thankfully, when a young boy saw us, screamed, and ran, for the village, calling out "Monsters", it was not long, there after that a group, of hunters, examined our "observation post", found nothing, and told the boy something like "Dismissed". No matter how many times the boy said "But I SAW them", no one listened. When Tami marked some tree's, with a symbol, saying "When we return to our own time, I want to track these tree's down. I want to find out where we have been". Although, without binoculars, I could not be sure of what I was seeing, I THOUGHT that I saw some modern buildings, in the distance. I also thought I saw something which looked like it might have been part, of a highway overpass, at one time. A trick of light and shadow? When the Wiccans appearred, whispering "Time to go", and Tami and I asked "Where are we?", the Wiccans would say "You would not believe us if we told you". Our group then walked back, into a mist, and emerged, at the covens headquarters. After the mist vanished, Tami asked "Now, will you tell us where we were?" The Wiccans would, only say "More important matters. At this time, we KNOW HOW, and WHY, the witch came. Now, what matters most is to figure out how to put her DOWN". Up to five days worth of research, later, and all the coven had come up with was a list, of ingredients, most of which were extinct, within the past century. When a sister suggested "Why not use similar ingredients, only in larger doses?" The priestess would respond "Let us keep that one in reserve". About the only "good" news, from the "past", was that the Wiccans had not only written down the vanquishing spell, but, then came the bad news. In order for the spell to work, the coven would have to summon the spirits, of hundreds of Wiccans, and combine their power, to drive the witches soul back into the depths. While the Wiccans worked on this, Tami went off, in search of the tree's, which she had marked. She just hoped that they had not been cut down, to build log cabins. No matter where she looked, though, she found no sign, or mention, of the tree's. When a Wiccan found Tami, and advised her to STOP looking, Tami asked "Why should I stop. Were the tree's forrested?" The Wiccan would just shake her head, and walk away. For Tami, though, this lack of response was all she needed, to dig even deeper, into the past, looking for the tree's. Though she did not know what she expected to find, she wanted to find some mention, of the tree's fate. Finally, after weeks, of evading my friends questions, and growing annoyed, that Tami would not stop searching, the Wiccans decided to give Tami what she wanted. They did, however, caution my co-worker "You may not like, what you are about to hear". While most of the sisters were engaged, in preparing a spell, and others were working on a respectful way, to call the ancients forward, the covens historian would give Tami the bad news. "The witch did not send the two of you into the past. This is why it took so long, to find you. When we looked to the past, there was no sign, of any kind." When Tami would ask "Fine, so, did she send us to another dimension?" Again, the sister would say "No, she did not send you either BACK, in time, or to another dimension." When Tami would say "Fine, if we were not sent into the past, present, or another dimension, then that leaves only..." "...the future. Quite correct." The sister would say. When Tami would ask "How far? I mean, the place looked really ancient". The sister would say "About 300,000 years,, give or take a century". When Tami would ask "In such a primitive place, why did the coven want us to be so dicreet?" The sister would say "It was a training setting." When Tami would ask "Training, for what?", the sister would say "For living on other planets. The goal is to teach colonists how to survive, in the wild." When I joined the discussion, asking about the ruins, the sister would say "I was hoping you would not ask, about that." When Tami would ask "What? More bad news?" The sister would say "Those were not ruins, which you saw. The buildings will be a processing center, left over from a time, still long to come." When I reminded the sister "That bridge section. It looked ancient. How old was it?" The sister would say "Best guess? It, probably wont be built, for thousands of years." This is when Tami would say "Those tree's I marked. They wont even grow, for thousands of years?" The sister would say "Let us hope that no one finds your "little marks". When I asked "If they do, so what? If they wont exist, for thousands of years..." then I remembered something. The case of the spirit, of Doctor Donald West. A reesearch doctor, also from the distant future. The man, who had been murdered, in the past. The man who had shown Tami and I a glimpse of the distant future. When I would ask the sister "How many, more, times, will civilization rise, and fall, before the time that we "visited"?" The sister would, only, say "Several". As Tami and I observed, the Wiccans created as many as twenty-five, different, spells, with each one brewed stronger than the previous ones. The problem was that these were White Witches, or Wiccans, while the spirit was of a very "dark" witch. The sisters, developing the spell, were so wrapped up, in their work that, when a sister, who was working on the "calling forth" spell asked if the sisters were ready, atleast one sister would say "Anytime". In a scene, which no reeader would believe is true, Tami and I watched as a portal opened, and out walked Wiccans, from ages, long past. Some wore animal skins, while others wore a variety, of robes. Atleast four of them, actually wore uniforms, indicating that they had travelled, from Atlantis. By the time the portal closed, the coven was "full, to the rafters", with the knowledge, of ancient civilizations. To my own amazement, though, it would be the Atlantean Wiccans, who would provide the solution to the problem. In fact, if the ancient Wiccan were telling the truth: "We had survey teams bring specimens, fom other outposts, which we cultivated into Earths soil. Thankfully, all of the plants are from oxygen-bearing planets." When the priestess would ask "What would you know, about the twelvth century, and the Wiccan, who turned "dark"?" The Atlantean would state "The coven called us forth, at that time, as well. While the coven wrote the spell, it would be our group, which provided the ingredients. No doubt, this is why YOU have summoned us, as well." When the priestess would ask "Would it be possible to obtain the original ingredients, for the spell?" The Atlantean would place a pack on a counter, saying "A good healer is never without their wares." Whatever that potion was, it was "monstrous", in its own way, even as it dragged the dark witch back to the coven, like she was being dragged, by a gorilla, and her spirit was returned to the depths. She howled, and screamed, all the way. While the "ages" were assembled, Tami would ask "Is there nothing we could have done, for her. Being falsely acccused, and all?" A Wiccan, from prehistoric times, would come forth to say "Child, if we did what you suggest, thhen history would be changed, and lessons would not be learned". When Tami would state "But, she was innocent, of the charge", a Wiccan, from the "dark ages", of Europe, would come forth to say "We were, ALL, victims. It is only through our pain, and suffering, that our descendants have learned to survive. Mankind will, never, really, accept us, so we must continue to learn to protect ourselves." When Tami would say "Its still not fair", the "dark ages" Wiccan would say "Child, LIFE is not fair. We can, either LIVE with life, as it is, or we die out, and our magick dies with us." Shortly after this, the modern Wiccans would brew a "return passage" spell, which would open a different colored portal. Then, with "Blessed Be's" alll around, the ancient ones would return to their own times. Since no one, in the area, was about to admit, that a twelvth century spirit had caused so much trouble, the decision was made that all claims, for destroyed property, would be listed under "Miscellanious". The young woman would no-longer be blamed, for actions she never undertook. Injuries would be listed under "Accdent: General". Before we departed, though, a sister bbrought forth some important news. "In my investigation, of the Wiccans family tree, it seems that the rest of the family fled, before the woman did her act. They resetelled in various communities, then made their way, west, in about the sixteen hundreds." Then, to the young womans dis-belief, the sister would say "The reason why the witch grabbed attached herself, to you, is because you are a very distant RELATIVE, of hers." When the young woman would say "great. anymore "good" news?" the sister would say "We are, still, tracing your lineage, but we think you might, also, be related to a very famous sorcerer." Final case file notes: As of the time when the witch was banished, it seems that most of the problems ended, with the end of her "reign of terror". Since the young woman has found levels four, five, and six, so very easy to master, she has decided to slow down a bit, and enjoy her youth, before continuing her studies. After all, as the young woman told us, before our departure "There is more to life, than magick." About the only real change, brought about, by this case, is that the American community, where the Wiccans have their base, has decided to erect a statue, to both the "fallen", and the "un-justly accused". a reminder that Wiccans, and others, lives matter. When Tami would submit our final report, to Mr. Brown's office, boy, were we surprised when the return message was "Well Done. Now, time for some rest. Dont want to burn my best team out. Two weeks Rest-and-relaxation, for work well done." Tami would say "Its about TIME!" P.S.: Although it is reported that the camera crew, from the news media, have presented their footage, of the witch, attacking the police, to everyone, from their own boss, to YouTube, it seems that the reaction is universal. No one will touch footage, which looks like it was cut from a "slasher" film. In short, no one believes the footage is real.