2017 – Ringing in the New Year!

PrintWith the advent of a new year, sensibilities rise to the forefront of our mind. Perhaps more than a birthday, the new year sings its own reverie to get our ducks in a row, to begin again to tow the mark, bids us to turn the page and start anew. Yes, the new year taunts us to envision the horizon and see the future by improving our focus. The festivities are over – winter is settling in and she proves to be a preponderance of resolution our inner being innately underscores in its need for reparation toward the achievement of our newest creative seeds and their triumphant emergence in the springtime for summer’s consumption and fall’s exuberance.

As a fledgling entrepreneur / small business connoisseur, having experienced equally great successes and failures, it is time to embrace the season and refresh business acumen, ideologies and direction. It is time to take successes into the future, and to comprehend lessons-learned from entrepreneurial failures of the past, in order to benefit clients, customers, readers and authors universally in our future.

In order to enact benefits, change is required. So, throughout the month of January 2017, change is the plan of the hour. And, will be introduced as the month progresses to enrich government and commercial clients and customers, as well as literary and non-fiction readers and authors.

Both dpInk Company Ltd. and DonnaInk Publications, L.L.C. wish each of you happiness, prosperity, and health throughout 2017!

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The Legend of the Christmas Spider

This is one of the most precious gifts that has been given to me, I wanted to share it with you all!  A very dear friend presented this to me at a book signing a year or so ago, she giggled when I wanted to pin him to my jacket.  My friend, Tissie Gorman, knows that I research a lot of legends, she made sure to include this little guy’s legend inside the box that contained him; I now know that he is far too special to be pinned to my jacket!

 

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The Christmas Spider

(Legend originated from Germany and the Ukraine)

Once upon a time, long ago, a gentle mother was busily cleaning the house for the most wonderful day of the year…. The day on which the Christ Child came to bless the house. Not a speck of dust was left. Even the spiders had been banished from their cozy corner in the ceiling to avoid the housewife’s busy cleaning. They finally fled to the farthest corner of the attic.
T’was Christmas eve at last! The tree was decorated and waiting for the children to see it, but the poor spiders were frantic; For they could not see the tree nor be present for the Christ Childs’ visit. The oldest and the wisest of the spiders suggested that perhaps they could peep through the crack in the door to see him. Silently they crept from the attic, down the stairs and across the floor to wait in the crack of the threshold. Suddenly the door opened a wee bit and quickly the spiders scurried into the room. They crept all over the tree, up and down over every branch and twig and saw every one of the pretty things. At last, now satisfied that they had experienced all of the trees beauty.
But Alas! Everywhere they had went, they had left their webs. When the Christ Child came to visit and bless the house he was dismayed. He loved the little spiders, for they were God’s creatures too, but he knew that the mother who had trimmed the tree for the little children would not feel the same.     The Christ Child reached out and touched the webs, turning them into sparkling strands of silver and gold!
Ever since that time tinsel has been hung on trees, and in Germany and the Ukraine, a Christmas Spider is hung amongst the ornaments on every Christmas tree!

Comte de St. Germain – the history of Vampire Jack

Author Lyn Gibson

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After a recent one hour on-air interview, I have been contacted by several parties that have either requested more information or have volunteered first hand experiences concerning Jacques d’Saint Germain, The New Orleans Vampire. Since the show I have begun to research him a bit further. This blog is the first of more to come on Saint Germain, I will start here from the beginning:

Comte de St. Germain was said to have been born in 1712, details of his birth and life as a child are obscure, however Germain was said to have been the son of Francis II Rákóczi, the Prince of Transylvania. In contradiction to this date are two statements, one by Rameau, a relative of a French ambassador from Venice who testified that he had known St. Germain in 1710 and that he then had the appearance of a man near his fifties. The…

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Haunted Louisiana – The home of Marie Laveau

marieAh, her majesty, Marie Laveau.  This (devout Catholic) Voodoo Queen has left her mark throughout the history of New Orleans legend and lore and she endures until this day.

Marie Laveau was born in 1794 in Haiti.  It would be her blending of Catholicism and Voodoo rituals that would create a new form of Voodoo practices, exclusive to New Orleans.

As a young girl, it is said that Marie learned the practice of Voodoo from her grandmother.  Legend states that there was something very different about Marie and her mastering of the arts.  Marie advanced quickly, her knowledge and powers quickly surpassed all others.  There is a legend that Marie raised a young girl from her grave after having been buried for several days; she was also said to have brought several animals back from the unwakeable sleep as well.

On August 4th 1819, Marie wed one Jacques Paris at the St. Louis Cathedral in New Orleans; the marriage certificate can be viewed as it hangs on display within the church to this day.  No children would be bore during their brief marriage as Paris would die in 1820 of unusual circumstances.

After Paris’ passing, Marie became a hairdresser to the wealthy.  It was during this time that she took on a lover.  Christophe Glapion and Marie would live together as husband and wife until his death on December 1st 1835.  He too died of mysterious circumstances.  Glapion was happy and in good spirits at dinner the night before but was found dead before breakfast the following morning.  Many say that he had served his purpose; Marie had bore 15 children within their 15 year relationship.

Marie Laveau served the community of New Orleans well throughout her life.  She worked tirelessly with the homeless and the ill.  Her knowledge of medicinal herbs came in handy when the city had been struck with yellow fever;  Marie saved many lives.  Her living was made by selling her gris gris and charms; follwers would trek from miles around to purchase Marie’s talismans and remedies.  Followers would also flock by the thousands to witness her performing her rituals on St John’s eve.  Nearly a century of service and rumors had passed since her birth, Marie passed to the other side on June 15th 1881.

Not everyone agrees on her death day, some will say that Marie still walks among us this day.  Some say that she is an immortal or vampire, some say that she appears as a large crow or black cat and others see her just as she was, but only for one brief moment.  Marie can be sometimes be seen sitting in front of her cottage or walking along St. Ann street the smell of burning herbs often accompanies her.  She has been witnessed hovering above her old home; her presence is described as a black fog or mist.  It is not uncommon to hear reports of visitors that have seen Marie’s beloved rooster or large cat Henri in or around the house as well.  Many have tried to photograph them but the images will disappear before a camera shot can be made.

Marie is not bound to her old home site.  She has been seen along Rampart street.  Some reports claim that she is shopping for herbs along the street side others have seen her with a large basket full of gris gris to sell to her loyal public.  Marie is also notorious for appearing at her grave site at St. Louis Cemetery #1.  Many followers and enthusiast have visited her tomb, many have returned with stories of their encounters with the Voodoo Queen here.  Marie had many ties with the St. Louis Cathedral, many have seen her on the church grounds as well as participating in Church services.

Marie was seen frequently at her home and all throughout the French Quarter immediately following Hurricane Katrina.  Witnesses claim to have seen her weeping; perhaps she wept for the state of her beloved city during it’s worst days.

Haunted New Orleans – The Sultan’s House, by Lyn Gibson – Author of “The Adrian Trilogy”

sultan  Though public records indicate that in 1780, a previous home occupied the corner of Dauphine and Orleans, it is the Gardette – Laprete house which still stands today.  Built in 1836 by Jean Baptist LePrete, the 4 story mansion would dominate the French Quarter both in stature and legend for over 150 years.

The meticulously designed home was never permanently occupied as LePrete lived on his plantation in Plaquemines.  During the social seasons, LePrete would entertain his family and guests there, usually when the French Opera was in town.  The homes’ peaceful existence would soon come to an end when a wealthy Turkish merchant arrived in New Orleans.  The merchant sought out LePrete to ask for use of the property on behalf of the brother of a Sultan.  LePrete, was happy to oblige.  An additional stream of income and the security of having the home occupied were means for a bargain.  What had not been disclosed during negotiations was the fact that the newly proclaimed Sultan that would be occupying the home had robbed his brother of his gold and jewels then fled to New Orleans.

The Sultan moved into LePretes’ mansion and along with him came his guards and his harem.  The Sultan’s harem consisted of women of all shapes, ages and sizes, most of which had been abducted from the home of his brother or from off of the streets of New Orleans.  Besides the women, the Sultan also owned young Arab boys in which to sate his twisted palate.  Both the women and boys would be raped and beaten and in many cases, murdered, all at the whim of the cruel Sultan.

Though atrocities abounded within the beautiful home, there were many elaborate parties thrown by the Sultan.  All of the elite would attend these lavish events.  The mansion had become the center of all social activities in the area.  The Sultan had more than fortified the home.  The windows and doors had been covered and his men patrolled the grounds with curved swords in their belt-lines.  Not one of the area socialites had any way to know of the atrocities that occurred within the grand estate.  But soon, all of the frivolities would come to a gruesome end.

One morning, a neighbor was walking along the sidewalk in front of the mansion.  He noticed that it was eerily quiet and that there were no guards patrolling the grounds.  He then looked up to see blood seeping from beneath the front entrance and onto the steps below.  When authorities arrived they attempted to summon the inhabitants by pounding at the front door.  When there was no response, the door was broken down.  Beyond the entrance lay the gruesome remnants of a bizarre massacre, the entirety of which was never fully recorded due to the horrific details.  Blood splatters covered the walls and furnishings.  Sordid body parts lay strewn on every floor of every level of the once envied home.  Every man woman and child associated with the Sultan had been slaughtered.  There was evidence of rape and torture at every turn; the inhabitants had all suffered tormented deaths.  The body of the Sultan was discovered in a shallow grave behind the house.  He had been badly mutilated then buried alive.

To this day the murders have never been solved.  The only proven fact is that robbery was a factor as the home had been ram-sacked and all of the Sultans riches had disappeared.  Many rumors abounded.  Some say that the Sultan, his harem and his men had been murdered by the same pirates that brought him into the Port of New Orleans.  Others believe that the Sultan had been hunted down by his brother and killed as an act of revenge.

The home changed hands many times and has risen and fallen only to rebound to it’s former glory.  Once nearly dilapidated and abandoned, the home was remodeled and opened as an art studio, later it served as an apartment complex.  Many of those who have lived or worked within the grand structure have reported hearing screams throughout the interior of the home as well as the exterior.  Some have claimed to see the Sultan himself, easily identified by his light colored hair despite his Turkish descent.

These reports have been ongoing for decades and all are similar in their claims.  The Sultan’s home has been investigated on many occasions by paranormal experts.  Some of these investigations have yielded interesting EVP recordings as well as recorded unexplainable movement and occurrences.

The Jumlin – A Vampire Legend from the Cherokee Nation

Author Lyn Gibson

indian          The Jumlin is widely referred to within the Cherokee Nation as the father of vampires.  His Legend is as follows:

There was once a wise Medicine Man who was married to a woman named Laughing Sky.  The Medicine Man loved his wife but unfortunately Laughing Sky was barren.  He prayed many times to the Great Spirit but to no avail.  Out of grief and frustration, the Medicine Man turned to the dark arts and summoned a demon, which promised him many healthy offspring; the demons’ name was Jumlin.    When the Demon materialized he possessed the Medicine Man and transformed him into a bloodthirsty beast, which craved human flesh.

The demon kept his word, Laughing Sky bore many healthy offspring, however the possessed Medicine Man did not stop with his wife; he in turn found great pleasure in raping the other women of the village who also bore his…

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7 destinations for the Vampire hunter

7 destinations for the Vampire hunter.