The bonfires are lit, and everyone gathers

We are primitive, aren't we? We need to celebrate the dying of a year, 

in hope of appeasing the dark forces of winter, and allowing the spirits to dance 

with us around the fire. 

Do you remember the lights being turned out, candles lit, perhaps in 

the head of a pumpkin, and being told ghost stories by your grandfather

or grandmother?  Like Sally Ann Howes in Dead of Night, 

Who then goes off to play hide and seek, and finds a ghost...

the unexpected ghost of a child....

Not scary at all, but then part of a longer darker older story.

Why are we so keen on still keeping the fires of the supernatural burning?.

There was a time, when the church tried to wipe out different beliefs. 

They failed, and now science is trying to do the same,

but the fact is that magic and the inexplicable

still feed our hunger more than dry facts and technology can.

We are that little ghost boy, or girl,  who hides in the old empty house, 

at Halloween, ourselves! The fact is that when we die 

where will our inner child go, then?

They had a torchlight procession for Halloween on Saturday in Littlehampton, 

A feast of fire and torchbearers and a night carnival.

Pagan West Sussex.