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TIME AFTER TIME… The Reincarnation of
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obert remembered the history, but not the exact location of the murder on the beach. The screams continued, Robert now seriously spooked considered swimming in the sea with his rods to his immediate left, to avoid going back down the harbour alone and confronting the source of the screams. “If anything appeared, I would be straight in the sea!” he explained to me. In all, the screams started and continued for around 40 minutes… Rob was packed up and gone by 11pm.
Knowing I was the author of the book, he emailed me his nights terror, the next day Friday 25th September 2020. I confirmed to him that this area was the location for the horrible murder of Janet Cornfoot, murdered by the people of Pittenweem in 1705, it was exactly where the distressing cries were coming from.
“This is not the first mention of strangeness here. Back in 2010 I sold my books during the Arts festival from the Tower dungeon that once held the Witches of Pittenweem. A woman in her 50s approached me with a strange tale, its remarkably connected to the fisherman’s tale above.” It’s 1980s hot summer and where better to take the kids but the seaside. Pittenween where the old natural harbour holds a sandy grain fit for any child’s magnificent sandcastle. Mother left her 5-year-old to dig away as she warmed her bare feet in the hot sands. Suddenly they were not alone. A woman in bad dirty rags was standing not ten feet from her, smiling, and gesturing with her hand at the child’s efforts of a sandcastle. The mother politely smiled at the strange woman looked at her child then back towards the frail woman in rags…but she was gone! Immediately vanished! This was indeed instant as she was nowhere to be seen, no one was around and clear views for over 100 yards each way showed no woman in rags! Then it
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Nicky Alan struck…. the woman had left no footprints in the sand…nothing, not even where she had been standing. The woman asked her child “did she see the lady standing there” to which she replied, “she seemed nice yes”! It was a conundrum of mystery for the next couple of decades. Then she read THE WEEM WITCH and the chapter on Janet Cornfoot and her horrible death and where exactly it took place! It hit home, exactly where she had seen the strange lady, as memories returned of the strange day on the beach with her daughter, it could now all make sense, had she seen the ghost of a murdered Witch called Janet Cornfoot? And are her ghostly screams a lament of a bad day many years past that even today the Pittenweem church does not want to talk about today! Hearing Robert’s story, I went to the old harbour with my good friend Roger Wilson. We arrived and stayed in the harbour area at the low tide till dusk came and although now pitch dark it remained peaceful and calm. We remained for several hours and left, we took a multitude of photos and in one a figure is seen, sitting at the extreme low tide on inaccessible rocks, strangely watching us … the figure of a woman. As a footnote, Janet was killed around 11 pm after 5 hours torture on the beach, the exact same time that our fisherman heard the screams!
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thelowdownonwitches@hauntedmagazine.co.uk and we’ll let you know if your bloodline shows any traces of Witchcraft running through your veins. You never know. HAUNTED MAGAZINE
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had been told throughout the years through meditation that we have many lives down here so that we can enjoy ‘human experiences’ as a contrast to the sublime existence of being a spirit up in Heaven. But do we really? Do we cling on to the fact that we all are immortal and come back down to earth in a different body, a different existence as we fear one life is too final? Months after being retired as a Police Detective I was to get the answer in the form of my first spirit guide introducing himself… I was sunbathing in my back garden. It was a glorious summer’s day in 2003. My mind was at rest listening to the bird song in the garden. I was totally relaxed and feeling completely calm. I decided to do a little meditation. I suddenly felt exceptionally cold and realised I was in a cave. I could smell the damp moist soil on the cave floor and heard the incessant tap tapping of a water source somewhere nearby, dripping onto the rocks. I started to try and open my eyes, but realised that this was an important meditation as I heard a voice say, “It is time that I introduced myself, I am Julianus, I will show you how we met and that I have been responsible for you ever since.”
