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Fantasite, v. 1, issue 6, November-December 1941
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RECOMMENDED READING By Bob Tucker How to be a witch (good, bad, black, white, or what kind of a do you want to be?) in one easy lesson, easy to digest and put into practice. You simply acquire a doll, see? And you dress it up to resemble the object of your affections, see? (Such as the fan in the next popularity bracket above you, for instance.) Insert pins in the most painful places of the doll, just as if it were alive, see? Then mail a photograph of the bestuck thing to the fan whom it's supposed to resemble; it won't hurt your cause any to mention a date a few months away, a date at which said fan isn't likely to be among us any longer. If the fan is superstitious, either consciously or subconsciously, he'll be dead by that date. You can bet on it. And witchcraft, black witchcraft, is as easy as that. William Seabrook has practiced it in almost the above manner with the great success and tells about it in a book, Witchcraft -- Its Power in the World Today. 380 pages of fascinating "supernatural" reading, from Harcourt, Brace and Co., New York, 1940. If he is a liar, which we think he is not, he must be one of the world's most verbose and highly paid. Nor do we believe he is nuts; the man has simply been around and done things! He has, he says, lived among witches and witch doctors in Africa; in their forests, villages and huts. He once lived (kept house with a black withch, female gender, in some African village. He has participated in sacrificial ceremonies, drank of the victim's blood, partaken of human flesh, provided a meal for a vampire, voluntarily became an inmate of an asylum, tracked down werewolves, projected his astral body, and, as already stated, practiced black witchcraft on a nasty gentleman intent on killing his (Seabrook's) wife. While in France with his wife, the wife became the subject of some affectionate attentions of a priest who practiced magic in secret. When it went too far (the wooing) and the wife put her foot down, the priest got mad and put a curse on her. She would, he claimed, be dead by October. (This was August.) Came September and the wife took down with a mysterious ailment. She literally believed in her subconscious that she would die -- and this conviction was passed on to her conscious mind. The result was that she started wasting away. She would have too, had it not been for Seabrook turning the tables. When he learned of the situation he went to work on a doll in the manner mentioned in paragraph one. The priest believed in his conscious, not his subconscious, in witchcraft and all the superstitious ridden history that goes with it. He saw himself in this doll. So took to his bed and began dying. And he would have too, had he not called off the spell on his wife, who promptly got well. When she freshened, Seabrook cancelled his spell and let the priest know it, whereupon the chap got well. And that is black magic. Anyone can do it. You must let your victim know what is happening to him. And the victim must either be superstitious in his conscious or subconscious. Your own mind will then kill you. In this book Seabrook tells of the experiences encountered and endured over his many years of travel, in Africa, France, England and America. He has found and fought (for his friend's sakes) witch-dolls all over the other hemisphere. Once while swimming (south of France) he scraped his shoulder on a rock casuing it to bleed. A girl from Brooklyn whom he knew slightly promptly attached her lips to the puncture and vampired him. When it was over she became hysterical and confessed of her past adventures of a similar nature. The following year she died of pernicious anemia; he traces such
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RECOMMENDED READING By Bob Tucker How to be a witch (good, bad, black, white, or what kind of a do you want to be?) in one easy lesson, easy to digest and put into practice. You simply acquire a doll, see? And you dress it up to resemble the object of your affections, see? (Such as the fan in the next popularity bracket above you, for instance.) Insert pins in the most painful places of the doll, just as if it were alive, see? Then mail a photograph of the bestuck thing to the fan whom it's supposed to resemble; it won't hurt your cause any to mention a date a few months away, a date at which said fan isn't likely to be among us any longer. If the fan is superstitious, either consciously or subconsciously, he'll be dead by that date. You can bet on it. And witchcraft, black witchcraft, is as easy as that. William Seabrook has practiced it in almost the above manner with the great success and tells about it in a book, Witchcraft -- Its Power in the World Today. 380 pages of fascinating "supernatural" reading, from Harcourt, Brace and Co., New York, 1940. If he is a liar, which we think he is not, he must be one of the world's most verbose and highly paid. Nor do we believe he is nuts; the man has simply been around and done things! He has, he says, lived among witches and witch doctors in Africa; in their forests, villages and huts. He once lived (kept house with a black withch, female gender, in some African village. He has participated in sacrificial ceremonies, drank of the victim's blood, partaken of human flesh, provided a meal for a vampire, voluntarily became an inmate of an asylum, tracked down werewolves, projected his astral body, and, as already stated, practiced black witchcraft on a nasty gentleman intent on killing his (Seabrook's) wife. While in France with his wife, the wife became the subject of some affectionate attentions of a priest who practiced magic in secret. When it went too far (the wooing) and the wife put her foot down, the priest got mad and put a curse on her. She would, he claimed, be dead by October. (This was August.) Came September and the wife took down with a mysterious ailment. She literally believed in her subconscious that she would die -- and this conviction was passed on to her conscious mind. The result was that she started wasting away. She would have too, had it not been for Seabrook turning the tables. When he learned of the situation he went to work on a doll in the manner mentioned in paragraph one. The priest believed in his conscious, not his subconscious, in witchcraft and all the superstitious ridden history that goes with it. He saw himself in this doll. So took to his bed and began dying. And he would have too, had he not called off the spell on his wife, who promptly got well. When she freshened, Seabrook cancelled his spell and let the priest know it, whereupon the chap got well. And that is black magic. Anyone can do it. You must let your victim know what is happening to him. And the victim must either be superstitious in his conscious or subconscious. Your own mind will then kill you. In this book Seabrook tells of the experiences encountered and endured over his many years of travel, in Africa, France, England and America. He has found and fought (for his friend's sakes) witch-dolls all over the other hemisphere. Once while swimming (south of France) he scraped his shoulder on a rock casuing it to bleed. A girl from Brooklyn whom he knew slightly promptly attached her lips to the puncture and vampired him. When it was over she became hysterical and confessed of her past adventures of a similar nature. The following year she died of pernicious anemia; he traces such
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