Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge
: divination by consulting the shades of the dead (ghosts) and/or shadows
Or, if you be afraid of the dead, as commonly all cuckolds are, I will make use of the faculty of sciomancy.
There are lots of ways to predict the future. Sciomancy is one of the unique methods in the world of fortune telling. The techniques for Sciomancy are extremely unusual because the diviner will need to communicate or seek help from the spirits of the dead or ghost in order to complete his/her prediction.
Sciomancy is not advisable to everyone especially if the client has a weak tolerance to the dead spirits. In short only few people with strong heart can able to try this type of divination. Many people think that Sciomancy is the scariest and weirdest way for divination. But regardless of this terrifying method, there are still people who are willing to try this uncommon type of divination. People have their own reason about trying Sciomancy. Some people want to explore the methods of Sciomancy to feed their curiosity while other people want to try the power or shadow of the ghosts if it is really helpful and effective to their own personal purposes.
The diviner will use the shadows of death in order to interpret and foreshadow the future of a certain person or client. The client can also ask question about something to the diviner and then the diviner will record or read the images or symbols of the shadows so he/she can relay the message or response of the ghosts to the particular question.
From Greek skia (outline, shadow) + manteia (divination)
Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge
PHOTO PROMPT © Jellico’s Stationhouse
Shadows can be right funny. Something about’em makes me shiver. See, I can never tell if its the shadowed thing or the shadow which is real.
Truth is, things are disappearing these days. People, bikes, houses. Leaving only shadows behind. Seems, I’m the only one noticing and folks are starting to stay away. See, at mid-day, shadows are supposed to go and reappear later. Now, they aren’t reappearing. Nowhere. We’re being kilt by shadows. Fading away and then – snap – gone.
Mines been fading for days. Soon, I’ll be gone, too. Don’t know where or why, not tills I get there and thens too late. Leastwise, I won’t be alone no more.
Feel free to add your own response to the prompt in the comments and I will post it on my blog.
Everybody needs a name, you say, but do they? When one lives in the shadows there is no need for names. Living in shadows is a solitary profession; what need of a name when there is no one to speak the syllables? No one to understand or know or care. You want to call me something, call me Silence and that will be my truth. Call me Shadow and that will be my truth. Call me nobody and in that truth I will drown.
I used to have a name, used to belong, used to be a creature of the light, but one step into darkness begins the fall. Sometimes, in brief flashes upon waking or sleeping, I remember those days, but they are not mine any longer. They belong to another, to the one who filled the vacuum of my space.
Yesterday, I went down to the dark river to drown, but how can one drown if one is nobody, nothing, memory? There is no escape from the shadows. In here, one is always drowning.
If, in the dead of night, you feel eyes upon you, know that is me. I have watched you for centuries and I will watch you centuries more. The Light will never escape the darkness, just as the darkness will never escape the light. So who are we, these creatures of the Dark and Light?
I am dark and hate and fear and death. I am the monster under your bed, the feel of eyes on your back, the sliver of darkness piercing each soul in the light. Teasing, tempting, oh subtle and beautiful shadows.
I am war and torture and despair and plague. I am you looking out from innocent eyes. I am the dirt in your soul just waiting to be free.
I live in shadow. No one sees me. I don’t need a name.
“When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin
“There are many who don’t wish to sleep for fear of nightmares. Sadly, there are many who don’t wish to wake for the same fear.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle
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