Halloween Eve The Old Bank House

HAPPY HALLOWEEN FOLKS MAY YOUR PUMPKINS GLOW IN THE DARK

The Druid and the Witches gathered outside The Old Bank House in Kyle of Lochalsh. The Sea Loch was lit up by a large Moon.

Each year at this time they gathered to show their respect for the festival of Samhain. Samhain marked the end of the harvest.
The Gaels believed that the border between this world and the other world became thin on Samhain

yes good thanks! The potatoes cooking in the oven and the children's faces are happy as if they glimpse a magical time long gone.

To The gate of the Old Bank House appeared three tired strangers. A Room for the night? Yes all are welcome.

The wind from the Sea Loch blew across the Skye Bridge and the magical creatures came forth to show respect.

The pure white Stag greets the Druid and the sea sprites gather around the Group with excited faces. The celebrations begin and all smile.

The birds of the sea fly into nestle amongst the celebration. The Old Oyster catchers gather as they have done since time began.


The Druid Eslah throws her hands in the air and pays homage to the Earth and all it's wonder and gifts and asks for peace and abundance.

The Moon slips behind a mountain and the light remains brightly lit by an unseen aura of enlightenment. We hear the peace all around us.

The oldest of the Witches climbs upon the White Stag and flies off in search of the Halloween Moon we gaze up towards the stars following....

Eshlah beckons to the garden at The Old Bank House and from the hedges flowers and bushes emerge the Fairies and Elves running faster.

Each sacred place feels the power, each creature each human that is able to see and the people who have passed are happy too.

The oldest Witch and the white Stag re-appear through the skies in claps of Thunder and meteorites she lands whilst the group stare on

The Old Witch lets her old tattered cloak fall to the ground beneath is a shining robe covered in the stars of the cosmos. Her face

is transformed to that of great beauty and youthfulness. Peace shines from her eyes which are filled with love and a message from the Angels above

From the pouches there are gifts of Hope, Love, Peace and compassion. The Changing of the Seasons Summer into Winter.

The Mountains Voices are heard above the Winds.

The Mountains Voices are heard above the Winds of Time

WELCOME CARLiN OUR LADY OF RENEWAL GRANT US SAFETY BEYOND YULE Give Praise TO THE Turning WHEEL OFFER YOUR PLEDGE, THE EARTH TO HEAL

The Old Bank House received a late visitor on this night of All Souls. A lone young women knocked on the door at 11.30 pm. My Visitor told me her name was Lorna and she had been at the Crossroads of Glencoe and Fortwilliam. This being 48 miles or so away from The Old Bank House.

Now dear reader the story at this point turns from fiction to reality you must decide which is real and of that which is not.

Let me explain that Glencoe is also known as The Weeping Glen and no soul would wish to be there on a night such as this.

My Lady Lorna was of smart appearance, dressed in black attire with long dark hair and hauntingly beautiful large brown eyes.

We went upstairs to our brightly lit Guest Lounge and Lorna explained that the heavens opened as she stood on the Crossroads there at Glencoe. A car had stopped and a voice said 'get in, you cannot stand here'. The Driver explained that he was bound for the Isle of Skye. He brought Lorna straight to our door and although I did not set eyes on the Driver I knew that he had done a great act of kindness in bringing her to The Old Bank House.

I spoke kindly to the young woman who apologised for turning up at the door at such a late hour. No matter I said at least you are safe and I showed her to a nice warm Room.

The next morning Lorna, after a good nights sleep, smiled and said she had felt as if she had slept on a cloud she was so comfortable. She bid me farewell and turned on her heel and with a smile was gone, but, not before I had given her our phone number and told her if she needed to, she must call, and indeed if she had nowhere to sleep to return.

It was some hours later my thoughts and that of my husband returned to Lorna. What was a young women doing out alone at Glencoe on the night of All Souls?

Dear Readers I went onto a vast medium of communication which we use a lot these days, perhaps you know of which it is that I speak?

Within minutes I had 2 very powerful friends assisting me, whilst many others assumed my story was continuing from the night before. Searching through the medium but protecting identity of My Lady Lorna, the all seeing Gwendoline beamed in on the News we needed to assist our dear traveller.

Directing me to a Newspaper article with a picture. Yes that was dear Lorna! Missing at one time some years back, although discovered she was a loner, as secretive as many who have chosen to walk her path.

I felt we must tell the proper channels so they may look out for and assist Lorna if need be.

So ends my Story for now, a strange Story indeed but not a sad Story. A Story of Hope, Love, Peace and compassion. A Story which crosses from one veil to the next. A Story which may have been heard as far away as a lonely place in Glencoe on the Night of All Souls.

The Story goes on...

The Dark Prince arrived at The Old Bank House, he had travelled far that night and he had came in search of The Lady Lorna!

He banged loudly upon the door and summoned half the Villagers with his insistent banging

alight, alright I am coming

The Old Bank House had many Visitors although not many who sent such a shiver through us.

Stood before us was a mortal with a glare so fierce with eyes which burnt like the gates of hell itself. Dressed in a tartan of an ancient Clan he uttered no sound although we knew he came in search of our gentle visitor Lady Lorna from the night before.

He threw his whole weight against the door and burst, in cloak flying behind him. He ran to the top floor flinging doors of each room open. A gust of wind followed and almost as if a vision a swirl of mist followed the Dark Prince. The figure transformed into a powerful manlike creature with an unearthly light surrounding him. His voice bellowed No you shall go no further! These good people offered my charge safety and kindness now be gone you have no place here and with that the being hurled the Black Prince down 3 flights of stairs into the courtyard of The Old Bank House. There he stood with his arms folded his beard glowing with stars of the night. A powerful sight to behold.

The Black Prince mounted his horse and rode off into the night, no sound of his horses hooves were heard on the cobblestones as he speed away.

The creature who's name until then we knew not turned and smiled at us, we knew he meant us no harm. You have shown kindness to a traveller I am the protector of all travellers. We then knew his name!

The Archangel of travellers spread open his long robes and and brought forth ancient pipes of gold.
On these pipes he blew stars from his beard and they carried a sweet song to all of the Sea Lochs and beyond to The Mountains. The skies opened and through the skies the birds of the seas flocked.
From the Mountains 1000's upon thousands of Deer came. From every garden and every Glen the Fairies and Elves came. There they all stood waiting and then with a voice of the winds, forests mountains and time, his voice spoke Go now! protect and keep safe wherever she may be, tell all who are able to help and assist her let Lady Lorna flee. Assist and protect. Tell my brothers in each ancient site Our Lady Lorna must escape on this night

Each creature and bird went in every direction of the Universe their instructions were sealed. The sea sprites and kelpies from the sea lochs had Fairies and Elves on their backs as did the large proud Deer and Stags. The sea Eagles
with eyes so keen carried more creatures of light and down from the mountains and across the seas from Ireland came the Great Giants of time.

Turning to us he spoke once more, I shall send my Protectors to Guard you this night and hereafter too, You have no need to Fear My Ancient Druids are to keep watch and I have placed my White Ravens in the Eaves at each point of this house With that through a mist appeared
Eshlah and 12 other Druid folk. The peace they omitted was from another place.

We shall meet again very soon our Protector said now I have much to do and much to prepare. As we thought the Veil has been
breached. The veil must be sealed again in order to avoid horrors
beyond all belief. In the candles burnt for the Night of All Souls
came threw into the light a darkness we all thought long gone.