Once upon a time... there was a witch. Some say it's just a legend, merely an ancient medieval tale. Others claim she was real, and her extraordinary story actually happened.
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BERKELEY... A woman, a witch, a pact, a price. The bill arrives, honey.
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The story of the Berkeley witch was recorded by the English monk and historian William of Malmesbury [1095-1143] in the 11th century.
"I am sure that none of my listeners will doubt the story, though perhaps they will even be curious about it. I had heard of these events from a distinguished man who swore to have seen them with his own eyes, and I would be ashamed not to believe him..."
William of Malmesbury, wrotes in "The Deeds of the Kings of England" (De Gestis Regum Anglorum) in the 1100s.
This woman lived in Berkeley, a picturesque village in the county of Gloucestershire, England.
No one remembers her name. It could have been Eleanor or Rosamund, that isn't matters: but, she was and is the witch of Berkeley, a certain woman knowledgeable in auguries, oracles, cards, magic potions, and the exotic art of predicting the future by observing the flight of birds: the Ornithomancy.
The woman who, to achieve wealth and power, made a pact with the devil himself, Satan.
Once allied with the Left-Handed One, her hunger for power went beyond money. She indulged in all kinds of worldly pleasures, including gluttony and no limists lust, because all of this pleased her master, the demon.
For years, she lived a double life: respected in the community, but, in secret, she practiced the extremes of wickedness. She lived well. She destroyed countless lives and was never discovered.
STONE COFFIN
But the day arrived. She had lived wallowing in her crimes until old age.
One day, a messenger raven brought ominous news. One of her sons had died in a distant accident and, her own death, was approaching.
The time had come to fulfill her part of the contract, to honor the pact, to pay the price: her soul. Now, Satan were the owner rukler of her soul for eternity and her world was the Hell.
Terrified, she confessed her sins to her remaining children and begged for protection.
In an attempt to escape the devil's clutches, she gave meticulous instructions. She ordered.
"Sew my body into a deer skin him in a stone sarcophagus. Secure the lid with iron and lead and bind everything with three heavy iron chains.
Pray, pray 50 psalms for three days and three nights, celebrate Mass every day to lessen the fierce attacks of my enemies. And only then bury me in the church. Although so grave are my sins that I fear the Earth itself will refuse my corpse."
Their remaining children, a monk son and a nun daughter, had obeyed all the rules, but the devil does not forgive debts and is not deceived by material artifices or belated piety.
On the first night, demons roared outside the church, but the chains held. The doors trembled, but still resisted.
During the vigil, choirs of clergy sang hymns around her corpse. However, demons attacked the church doors, which had been locked with an iron bar.
The building's structure was shaken, windows trembled. Outside, the great Satan commanded his dark horde mounted on his black horse. Hellhounds prowled the temple, barking fiercely, roaring hungrily.
Despite everything, the central part of the door, of more elaborate construction, remained firm. The religious intensified their efforts.
At the end of the third night, in the early morning, when the first rooster crowed, the enemy himself, invoking powered the forces of hell, broke through all the barriers.
Stained-glass windows exploded, the doorswas opened with enormous violence. Panic gripped the place. Priests and nuns ran, fainted, and threw themselves to the ground in fervent prayers for help.
IMAGE John R. Neill (1877–1943)
A colossal demonappears, riding on his enormous infernal black horse wich had a net of long sharp iron spikes on its back.
He broke the chains like straw, kicked the coffin lid and, dragging the woman by her hair, pinned her to his rump and galloped away, followed by a legion of hellhounds and a legion of demons.
She was taken to hell, body and soul.
The band of damned galloped into the abyss and their screams had echoes for miles.
Thus, ends the story of the Berkeley Witch, a medieval warning about the dangers of pacts with evil, where neither iron chains nor prayers can save a condemned soul.
A woman, a witch,
a rite, a price.
You can make your tricks
The bill will arrive
[verse]
She was a witch
in Ber... keley
all people knew, but
money buys the view
[bridge]
Many knocked
on the witch's door
to get some power
to be much more
[Chorus]
She was a witch
with devil ties
She wrote her name
on bloody lines
Yeah, the time gone
the day arrives
the devil came
and take his price
[Chorus]
She was a witch
with devill ties
She wrote her name
on bloody lines
Repent and do penance.
Weep, children of Adam.
Humanity has failed. Again.
The time is near.
SOURCES
HAINING, Peter. Magia negra e feitiçaria.
[Trad. Geraldo Galvão Ferraz]
São Paulo: Melhoramentos, 1975
LINTON, Elizabeth Lynn. Witch Stories
Chatto and Windus, 1883
https://www.google.com.br/books/edition/Witch_Stories/Q8E0AAAAMAAJ?hl=pt-BR&gbpv=0
HAINING, Peter. Magia negra e feitiçaria.
[Trad. Geraldo Galvão Ferraz]
São Paulo: Melhoramentos, 1975
MALMESBURY, William of. De Gestis Regum Anglorum
https://dn720003.ca.archive.org/0/items/malmesbury-gesta-regum-anglorum-vol-1/Malmesbury%20Gesta%20Regum%20Anglorum%20vol%201.pdf
Occult sciences: Witchcraft
Ministry Of Culture. Hamlyn, London,1971
https://dn721504.ca.archive.org/0/items/dli.ministry.24692/ignca-s9714-rb.pdf
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