MS-13 tattoo The gang’s devil horns hand sign is known as “la garra,” a Spanish reference to Satan’s claws.

Mara Salvatrucha (MS) Goat Head Symbol Graffiti (Source-Ramon “Mojo” Montijo (former LAPD Officer) c. Jan. 1993

Arrested for attempted murder and other charges in Aurora, CO, all have ties to TdA c. July 2024

Arrival of inmates belonging to MS-13 at Salvadoran prison

Beyond its journey from a local street to a transnational power-seeking gang, the overlapping ideological themes and cultural narratives underlying Mara Salvatrucha’s evolution have been built upon a foundation of satanism, occultism, brutality and torture, and rampant criminality. While some gang cliques and their members are still primarily secular in their orientation and view satanism and occultism from more of an ideological perspective many others embrace a violent magico-religious cosmology in a sense becoming ‘true believers’ that now adhere to amoral or even evil spiritual values that invite sacrifice and torture. ​

Tren de Aragua gang members

Enrique Portillo (mugshot) Nisa Mickens, bottom left inset, and Kayla Cuevas, bottom right inset.

Jose Ochoa Del Cid

Uplifting Journey a halfway house on Bonita Road in Lake Oswego which harbored illegal criminal immigrants

Jeff Eager, the former mayor of Bend, Oregon, told the outlet (Real Clear Investigations) that the owners of Uplifting Journey LLC, the recovery provider, had ties to men indicted in Arizona for setting up a $60 million Medicare fraud ring. The men were accused of laundering money by sending it to Rwanda.

omeone going by “Julius Maximo” founded two Oregon companies that applied for an received Medicaid reimbursements. (Photo: Facebook)

Epping Forest

Remnants from a suicide at The Suicide Forest in Japan

A woman performs a cursing ritual (Hokusai), an illustration by Katsushika Hokusai (1760–1849).

The Atsion Mansion belonged to a family who ran a mill in the Pine Barrens in the early 19th century

The Jersey Devil is said to the Pine Barrens home

Hoia-Baciu Forest, Romania​

The Black Forest

Local Proverb: "Im Schwarzwald, die Toten gehen nicht allein" — "In the Black Forest, the dead do not walk alone."

Catherine de Medici

Cosimo Ruggeri

Henri II of France (1519–1559), on Horseback, Catherine married him in 1533, at the age of 14

Palace of the Tuileries, Paris

Seeing the "little red man" was a portend of doom

The little red man holding a baby Napoleon Bonaparte was published in La Revolution (1789-1882) reflecting anti-Napoleon sentiment, reinforcing Napoleon was influenced by dark forces.

Eugenie de Montijo, Countess of Teba . Empress from 1853 to 1870

While making his accustomed round one night, lantern in hand, through the silent galleries, he observed in the Galerie d’Apollon a human form standing against a window, with crossed arms and drooping head, in an attitude of profound affliction. Believing he had surprised a robber, the concierge made towards the intruder, who hereupon disappeared in a most mysterious fashion. He tried to persuade himself that his senses had deceived him, when on reaching the Grand Galerie he saw the same figure again, in the same melancholy posture. On being challenged the form vanished. The official then remembered the legend of the Homme Rouge, and lost no time. Presently he returned with some of his comrades, to whom he had related what he had seen; but this time the search for the goblin was fruitless, and was cut short by another kind of apparition — a lurid glare in the sky.

The burning of the Tuileries c.1871

Chateau de la Punta c.20th century

Anna Wickland acted as a medium for their parapsychological studies

Humanity is surrounded by the thought influence of millions of discarnate beings… A recognition of this fact accounts for a great portion of unbidden thoughts, emotions, strange forebodings, gloomy moods, irritabilities, unreasonable impulses, and irrational outbursts of temper, uncontrollable infatuations and countless other mental vagaries….

Carl and Anna Wickland c.1930s

Piney Fork Tunnel

Ray Robinson, Pennsylvania’s Green Man

As soon as we started up the road, Ray announced that is the road the Green Man always walked on. There was a long silence and I could feel the goosebumps and when we finally did say something, we seemed to be whispering.

It was a bit foggy and the visibility was not real good at times. As they came around a bend, Ray yelled, 'There he is!' and the car lights shined directly on the Green Man.

Piney Fork Tunnel

Ray Robinson age 9 c.1919

Raymond T. Robinson was born Oct. 29, 1910, in Beaver County, but little is known about his early years. He was a son of Robert and Louise Robinson, and the family lived on the outskirts of Beaver Falls.

Robinson's father died in 1917, when Raymond was 7. His widowed mother married Orin Newton Robinson, her brother-in-law, who was a widower. Between them, they had at least seven children, including Raymond.

Until the spring of 1919, Raymond Robinson was a typical kid. He swam the Beaver River in the summer, hung out with his playmates around the Morado section of Beaver Falls and, like a typical boy, took dares.

On June 18, 1919, he and several friends were heading for a swimming hole on the Beaver River when they came upon the Pittsburgh, Harmony, Butler and New Castle Railway Co. bridge spanning Wallace Run. The bridge, which was torn down years ago and has been replaced by a Route 18 highway bridge, had connected Beaver Falls and Big Beaver. The massive wooden structure was an attraction for local youths.

In September 1918, another Beaver Falls boy - Robert Littell, 10 - died from electrical burns he received while playing on the bridge with friends. Harmony trolleys were powered by 1,200 volts DC. The line from Ellwood City to Beaver Falls, which opened in 1914, also featured a main transmission line carrying 22,000 volts AC.

Robinson and his four companions knew about that fatal accident when they ventured onto the span at twilight on June 18, 1919. But a newspaper account the following day reported that the boy had spied a bird's nest high on the bridge structure. Robinson began climbing a "girder" or a box and was horribly burned by high voltage. Robinson hovered between life and death at the former Providence Hospital in Beaver Falls. After a month, he began to improve. Doctors called it a miracle.

He survived, but his face looked as if it had been melted with a blow torch. His eyes were gone. His nose was gone. His lips and ears were terribly disfigured. His left arm was burned off at the elbow. His upper torso was scarred. Robinson wore a prosthetic nose that was connected to a pair of dark glasses. He also received some help from the sparse social services available at the time.

He knew rudimentary Braille and passed his time at home weaving rubber door mats and making leather wallets and belts. He also had a collection of metal puzzles consisting of horseshoes and other hardware that he deftly worked to the amazement of his young nieces and nephews. He loved to listen to the radio. He kept a shortwave in his bedroom and an old Philco on a stand by his favorite easy chair in the living room. He spent hours listening to them.

​Most of his time was spent indoors, but he occasionally ventured outdoors to "help" with chores. Robinson liked to push an old-fashioned manual mower across the family lawn. He missed spots, but his relatives never minded going back over them. One of his favorite pastimes was hiking the woods around his home. He carried a stick and guided himself by walking with one foot on the path and the other on the edge of the path. He would later use the same system while walking the Koppel-New Galilee Road: one foot on the pavement and the other on the gravel berm.

Robinson lived in obscurity. Neighbors and other locals knew him, or about him, but they never bothered him. Family members cared for Robinson until the last few years of his life, when he moved to a nursing home. The family didn't talk much about how he looked, and nobody really thought much about it. Uncle Ray was Uncle Ray, and that was that, the nephew said."He never discussed his injuries or his problems at all," he said. "It was just a reality, and there was nothing he could do about it, so he never spoke about it. He never complained about anything.

M.P. Pellicer at the memorial to the Silver Bridge Collapse c.2009

A winged creature has recently been seen in the skies over Chernobyl

I saw a large man, probably 7 feet or taller standing on the ground. It was solid black, but what really stood out were the large, and I do mean large pair of wings that were folded behind him. I felt like this thing could see right through me, read me, it knew what I was thinking, like it could stare right into my very soul. It was the most terrified I have ever been in my life. It then spread its wings and flew off.

M.P. Pellicer (doing her best impression of Forrest Gump) in front of the Mothman statue in Point Pleasant . (c.2009)

Then suddenly, the large winged being slowing descended in front of them, no more than 25 feet away. It hovered about 5 feet above the sidewalk, with it's wing spread open, as it peered at the couple with large bright red eyes that slowly altered back and forth in intensity. Several people on the other side of the street, including a delivery van driver, reacted with screams and frightened yelps. The winged being hovered for 10 seconds, then quickly pulled the wings into its body and shot up quickly into the night sky.

SEPTEMBER 24, AT 11 PM
I had just left work at the USPS Sorting Facility at O’Hare Airport at about 11:00 pm on Thursday the 24th of September and was walking out to my car when I saw something standing at the far end of the parking [lot] where I usually park . At first I thought it was a very tall person with a long coat. As I got closer to my car, I unlocked my car, which caused my headlights to come on. My headlights hit the person standing about 20 to 25 feet from my car causing it to turn and look right at me.

I saw that this was not some person but some red-eyed [creature], and what appeared to be a coat were actually wings which it spread out as it turned to look at me. At first I thought it was some kind of very, very large bird, but I’ve never seen any bird that stood almost seven feet tall. I’m 5’4" and this thing looked taller than me by at least two feet. This thing then started making some type of chirping sound, almost a half chirp and half click like someone was clicking their tongue but much much faster. It then made some type of screeching sound and took off running toward me, it got to within 10 feet of me and took off into the air and flew above me.
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I was screaming hysterically as I crouched down behind cars open door and I dived into my car head first. I was in a near panic as I tried to start the car, close and lock the doors and turn on my interior lights. I started my car and took off out of the parking lot and flew down the road till I hit the main road. I got home and told my husband who also works at the same facility and he was the one who told me about the sightings of this thing. I was scared shitless and hope I never see this thing again. This thing is roaming around the area, scaring people half to death. I hope the airport people decide to do something about this thing someday.

The witness, a long-time employee of the Chicago Department of Aviation, had stayed late to finish work and left her office around 9:00 PM. She had worked on airport grounds for nearly fourteen years in various roles and knew the layout, routines, and sounds of O’Hare better than most. Strange stories were common among airport staff, but nothing prepared her for what she was about to experience.

As she stepped into the parking lot, she heard what sounded like large wings fluttering. At first, she assumed it was one of the many geese that occupied the airport grounds and gave it no thought. Moments later, a piercing screech split the night. It was nothing like a goose. She described it as similar to a train braking but with a disturbing modulation that rose and fell in pitch. She knew it could not be a train because the nearest tracks were miles away.

She continued toward her vehicle when the sound came again, this time from behind her. Turning toward a line of trees near the road, she saw two glowing red eyes staring directly at her. She froze. Her body would not move, and her breathing became labored, as if the air itself had thickened around her. What had been watching her stepped out from the trees, backlit by warehouse lighting across the street.

The figure was tall, thin, and black, towering an estimated seven to eight feet. As she stared, a large truck approached on the road. The moment its headlights hit the area, the creature unfurled massive wings and launched into the air. From the moment its wings opened to the moment it vanished was only a second or two.

Still shaken and barely able to move, the witness finally broke free and ran to her car. As she closed the door, she heard the screech again. She started the engine and left the area as fast as she could.

In the days that followed, she felt physically ill and emotionally unsettled. A heavy sense of dread, paranoia, and hopelessness lingered for nearly three days. The experience disturbed her so deeply that she hesitated even to tell her partner, only coming forward after learning of another winged humanoid sighting less than two blocks from her workplace. Lon

What is it about this area that attracts the Mothman phenomena?

Victor Hugo c.1837

the (French) government had given orders for the repairing of the Cathedral of Notre Dame, Paris and it was now in progress. I was employed to carve the foliage round the windows under two contractors, Plantor and Fontaine.

I applied at the Government studios, where they were executing the large figures and here I met with a M. Trajan, a most worthy, fatherly and amiable man as ever existed – he was the carver under the Government sculptor whose name I forget as I had no intercourse with him, all that I know is that he was humpbacked and he did not like to mix with carvers.

At length the time came to go to Dreux. M Le Bossu (the Hunchback) a nickname given to him and I scarcely ever heard any other and M Trajan, the Chief of the gang for there were a number of us. M. Le Bossu was pleased to tell M. Trajan that he must be sure to take the little Englishman.

Laughton as the Hunchback of Notre Dame, 1939: The hunchback and the nineteenth-century gargoyles

Henry's diaries are fascinating, as he traveled the length and breadth of Europe and came across some amazing characters. The discovery that his diary may reveal the inspiration behind one of literature's great characters, is quite amazing.

Gibbet of Montfaucon (1856) by Eugène Viollet-le-Duc

ocated in northeastern Paris, Parc de Buttes Chaumont, the fifth opened in 1867. Beautiful as it is, the park sits on some seriously sinister ground. It was the location of the Gallows of Montfaucon, where people were hanged in groups and left to disintegrate before being buried below the gallows.

Lon Chaney as Quasimodo, in the 1923 film, The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

THE MARRIAGE OF QUASIMODO
We have already said that Quasimodo disappeared from Notre Dame on the day of the death of the gypsy girl and the Archdeacon. He was never seen again, nor was it known what became of him.  

In the night following the execution of Esmeralda, the hangman’s assistants took down her body from the gibbet and carried it, according to custom, to the great charnel vault of Montfaucon.

Montfaucon, to use the words of Sauval, was 'the most ancient and the most superb gibbet in the kingdom'.

It was connected at the top by heavy beams, from which hung chains at regular intervals; at each of these chains, skeletons; close by, in the plain, a stone cross and two secondary gibbets, rising like shoots of the great central tree; in the sky, hovering over the whole, a perpetual crowd of carrion crows.   

By the end of the fifteenth century, this formidable gibbet, which had stood since 1328, had fallen upon evil days. The beams were worm-eaten, the chains corroded with rust, the pillars green with mold, the blocks of hewn stone gaped away from one another, and grass was growing on the platform on which no human foot ever trod now.

The profile of this edifice upon the sky was a horrible one, especially at night, when the faint moonlight fell upon those bleached skulls, or when the night breeze, shaking the chains and the skeletons, made them rattle in the dark. The presence of this gibbet was sufficient to induce a belief that all environs were haunted. 

The mass of masonry that formed the base of the repulsive edifice was hollow, and an immense cavern had been constructed in it, closed by an old battered iron grating, into which were thrown not only the human relics that fell from the chains of Montfaucon itself, but also the bodies of the victims of all the other permanent gibbets of Paris. To that deep charnel-house, where so many human remains and the memory of so many crimes have rotted and mingled together, many a great one of the earth, and many an innocent victim have contributed their bones.

As for Quasimodo’s mysterious disappearance, all that we have been able to ascertain on the subject is this:   

About a year and a half or two years after the concluding events of this story, when search was being made in the pit of Montfaucon for the body of Olivier le Daim, who had been hanged two days before, and to whom Charles VIII granted the favor of being interred at Saint-Laurent in better company, there were found among these hideous carcasses two skeletons, the one clasped in the arms of the other.

​One of these skeletons, which was that of a woman, had still about it some tattered remnants of a garment that had once been white, and about its neck was a string of beads together with a small silken bag ornamented with green glass, but open and empty. These objects had been of so little value that the executioner, doubtless, had scorned to take them. The other skeleton, which held this one in so close a clasp, was that of a man. It was observed that the spine was crooked, the skull compressed between the shoulder-blades, and that one leg was shorter than the other. There was no rupture of the vertebrae at the nape of the neck, from which it was evident that the man had not been hanged. He must, therefore, have come of himself and died there. 

When they attempted to detach this skeleton from the one it was embracing, it fell to dust. — The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo ​

Juliet Rice Wichman

Less than a year ago, we moved into the home we had built on the Mauka bank of the Wailua River, and about four months later, our head cowboy came to us in a fever of excitement.
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That night, as he had been sitting by his window, after the family had gone to bed, he noticed the peculiar excitement of the dogs. They were listening to something. He listened too. Away in the distance, at the foot of the mountains he heard drums beating. Old Hawaiian drums — war drums.

The dogs became frantic as the sound drew nearer, and the cowboy more interested, for he had heard from his father that ‘ghost armies’ passed at night along old war trails.

As the sound came nearer, the dogs ran down the little valley in back of his house, and followed the sound up the hill, running in and barking as though beside a column of marching men.

The drums beat louder and he could hear the thud of marching feet, as they passed close to where he stood in the yard, and past him, until the sound died away in the distance toward Wailua.

Now this man is exceedingly steady and reliable and not given to drinking. The cowboy’s Portuguese brother-in-law admitted he had heard the drums too, but had put his head under the covers, and the Japanese stableman who had lived up there longer than any of the rest of us, said he had heard it before.

Although that was the first time we had heard of this ‘ghost army,’ I have twice since heard the drums beat and the passing footsteps, and watched the procession.

Hawaiian warrior as described by Captain Cook c.1784

Hawaiian Hula girl

Hawaiian woman in a hut c.1915

Juliet Rice Wichman c.1930

Elizabeth Potts

Josiah Potts

Rounding up of cattle, Elko County, Nevada c.1930s

I have intended to write you for several weeks, but when one moves to a new place one naturally is kept very busy for awhile… It is a little exciting when one has the good luck to move into a veritable haunted house. So far, the ghost hasn’t scared any of us, but he is here just the same. Sometimes he taps on the headboard of the bed, other times he stalks across the kitchen floor and then he hammers away at the door, but nobody’s there. But the gayest capers of all are cut up in the cellar. There he holds high revels, upsets the pickles, and carries on generally.

Horse ranch, Elko, NV c.1940

The gallows were the Potts were executed

Josiah and Elizabeth Potts' daughter, Ida Mae Taylor Shell. At her marriage to her first husband Charles Shell c.1896

Mystery of Elizabeth Potts’ hidden marriage, San Francisco Examiner c.Aug. 1890

50 Berkeley Square has a long history of being haunted

Illustration from “The Haunted House in Berkeley Square” by Edric Vredenburg pg. 7 c.1891

Sailors c.1840s

In 1843, two sailors from Portsmouth, Robert Martin and Edward Blunden, after having squandered their lodging funds on an evening of drunken ribaldry, noticed a “To Let” on the then abandoned Berkeley Square abode and managed to break into a basement window of the dwelling in search of a night’s rest.

Discovering that the lower level of the house was uncomfortably damp (not to mention rat infested,) the sailors migrated upwards, finally settling down in the now notorious room.

Blunden, presumably the more sober of the two, expressed the anxiety he felt upon entering the room. He claimed that he felt a “presence,” but these fears were promptly dismissed by his shipmate, who used his rifle to prop open a window to allow for a breeze and built a fire in the long unused hearth with bits of broken furniture and rotting floorboards. It wasn’t long before the two men were huddled on the relative warmth of floor, fast asleep.

Sometime after midnight Blunden awoke to see the door to the room creaking open. Little by little a sliver of dim, grayish light crept across the wooden floor. Too terrified to move, Blunden managed to wake his accomplice. The two men sat up as they heard a strange, moist, scraping sound slowly approach them. Later, Martin claimed that it sounded as if something were dragging itself across the floor.

Suddenly, the terrified men leapt to their feet and came face to face with the abhorrent visage of what could only describe as a hideous monstrosity. The creature undulated between the sailors and what was their only hope for escape; the open door. Then, just as the trembling Blunden began to reach toward the rifle, which was still wedged in the window frame, the creature suddenly lunged forward, wrapping itself around the young sailor’s throat.

Seizing the opportunity, the panic stricken Martin ran from the house, screaming for help. Soon enough he stumbled upon a patrolling police officer. Although skeptical of the young sailor’s frenzied tale (and no doubt attributing it to the almost overwhelming stench of alcohol which permeated his uniform) the officer dutifully followed Martin back to Berkeley Square.

According to the account, Martin and the officer ran up the stairs, but found no sign of Blunden in the room. Martin reclaimed his rifle as the two men continued to search the house. Their efforts seemed to prove fruitless however, until the men entered the basement and were greeted to a ghastly image that would haunt them for the remainder of their lives…
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Lying at the base of the stairs in Berkeley Square’s moist, rock walled cellar was Blunden’s dismembered corpse. His body lay in a mangled heap, with his head wrenched viciously to the side. The officer reported that the young man’s eyes (much like those of Sir Robert Warboys) were wide with unimaginable horror.

Many unexplainable deaths were attributed to The Thing that stalked the halls of 50 Berkeley Square

The mystery of Berkeley Square still remains a mystery. The story of the haunted house in Mayfair can be recapitulated in a few words; the house contains at least one room of which the atmosphere is supernaturally fatal to body and mind. A girl saw, heard and felt such horror in it that she went mad, and never recovered sanity enough to tell how or why.

A gentleman, a disbeliever in ghosts, dared to sleep in number 50 and was found a corpse in the middle of the floor after frantically ringing for help in vain.

Rumor suggests other cases of the same kind, all ending in death, madness, or both as a result of sleeping, or trying to sleep in that room. The very party walls of the house, when touched, are found saturated with electric horror. It is uninhabited save by an elderly man and his wife who act as caretakers; but even these have no access to the room. This is kept locked, the key being in the hands of a mysterious and seemingly nameless person who comes to the house once every six months, locks up the elderly couple in the basement, and then unlocks the room and occupies himself in it for hours.

The “Nameless Thing” said to haunt 50 Berkeley Square was something that dragged itself from the London sewers.

50 Berkeley Square, London

A warrant was issued against Thomas Myers for non-payment of taxes c. April 1873

The haunted house in Berkeley Square was long, one of those things that no country cousin come up from the provinces to London on a sightseeing bent, ever willingly missed. [...] number 50 wore an exceedingly uncared for appearance. Soap, paint, and whitewash were unused for years, and grime clung to brickwork and Windows alike. The area was choked with wasted hand-bills, wisps of straw, and all the accumulations that speedily made a derelict London house. The very picture of misery; and every passing stranger stopped the first errand-boy, and asked various questions, to which the answer was, generally, 'aunted 'ouse; or, if the question happened to be "Who lives there?" the obvious reply was ‘Ghostesses...’
Charles Harper, Haunted Houses (1913)

Lady Dorothy Nevill c.1861

"The Mystery of Berkeley Square" c.1882

50 Berkeley Square present day

Epiphany chalk is first blessed by a priest

The Lord said to Moses and Aaron in the land of Egypt … 'take some of the blood [of the lamb], and put it on the two doorposts and the lintel of the houses in which they eat them. They shall eat the flesh that night, roasted; with unleavened bread and bitter herbs they shall eat it … The blood shall be a sign for you, upon the houses where you are; and when I see the blood, I will pass over you, and no plague shall fall upon you to destroy you, when I smite the land of Egypt.' (cf. Exodus 12:1-13) 

The Magi came following the Star of Bethlehem

Bless,  O Lord God, this creature, chalk, and let it be a help to mankind. Grant that those who will use it with faith in your most holy name, and with it inscribe on the doors of their homes the names of your saints, Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, may through their merits and intercession enjoy health in body and protection of soul; through Christ our Lord.

Example of Epiphany blessing

Upon entering the house at the front door
Household Member: Peace be to this house.
All: And to all who dwell herein.
Household Member: From the east came the Magi to Bethlehem to adore the Lord; and opening their treasures they offered precious gifts: gold for the great King, incense for the true God, and myrrh in symbol of His burial. During the Magnificat, the room is sprinkled with holy water and incensed.
All: My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, my spirit rejoices in God my Savior for he has looked with favor on his lowly servant. From this day all generations will call me blessed: the Almighty has done great things for me, and holy is his Name. He has mercy on those who fear him in every generation. He has shown the strength of his arm, he has scattered the proud in their conceit. He has cast down the mighty from their thrones, and has lifted up the lowly. He has filled the hungry with good things, and the rich he has sent away empty. He has come to the help of his servant Israel for he remembered his promise of mercy, the promise he made to our fathers, to Abraham and his children forever.

After this is completed:
All: From the east came the Magi to Bethlehem to adore the Lord; and opening their treasures they offered precious gifts: gold for the great King, incense for the true God, and myrrh in symbol of His burial.
Household Member: Our Father Who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy Name. Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead and lead us not into temptation,
All: But deliver us from evil.
Household Member: All they from Saba shall come
All: Bringing gold and frankincense.
Household Member: O Lord, hear my prayer.
All: And let my cry come unto Thee.
Household Member: Let us pray. O God, who by the guidance of a star didst on this day manifest Thine only-begotten Son to the Gentiles, mercifully grant that we who know Thee by faith may also attain the vision of Thy glorious majesty. Through Christ our Lord.
All: Amen.
Household Member: Be enlightened, be enlightened, O Jerusalem, for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee– Jesus Christ born of the Virgin Mary.
All: And the Gentiles shall walk in thy light and kings in the splendor of thy rising, and the glory of the Lord has risen upon thee.
Household Member: Let us pray. Bless, O Lord God almighty, this home, that in it there may be health, purity, the strength of victory, humility, goodness and mercy, the fulfillment of Thy law, the thanksgiving to God the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit. And may this blessing remain upon this home and upon all who dwell herein. Through Christ our Lord.
All: Amen.

After the prayers of the blessing are recited, walk through the house and bless each room by sprinkling with Epiphany/holy water and incensing it. Take the blessed chalk and first write the initials of the three Wise Men, connected with Crosses, over the inside of your front door (on the lintel, if possible). Then write the year, breaking up the numbers and the year so that they fall on both sides of the initials.

​It should look like this, for example 20 C+M+B 22 with the “20 “being the millennium and century, the “C” standing for the first Wise Man, Caspar, the “M” standing for Melchior, the “B” standing for Balthasar, and the “22” standing for the decade and year. It is also popularly believed that the Kings’ initials stand for “Christus mansionem benedicat” (“Christ bless this house”). 

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