I met Claremonde on Andrew Goth’s Arcadia site through a mutual interest we had (and still have) in Wicca and the Occult.
We eventually got into more informal contact, which included talking on the phone. Then, a couple of months ago, she came to visit a friend in London, and took the opportunity to visit me at my flat. She brought with her a fairly extensive hand-written document which contained within its pages many of the personal and mystical experiences she’d had in her life – a sort of ‘occult diary’ if you like.
At the end of this was a reference as to how she’d met myself. I decided to publish this here (with her permission, of course) as I thought it would be better placed at the beginning, as an introduction to any experiences we may yet agree to publish. Gareth typed it out for me last bight (thanks Gareth!) as he can type about five times quicker than myself. Another reason is I thought it would be better coming from herself rather than as some ‘flat summary’. (Might even make a change for some of you!).
So here it is folks (and no rude comments from you Cat, I don’t want her to drive off when she’s only just arrived)! . . .
When I got my Computer, I looked up a website all about the Highgate Vampire. David Farrant was on it, and just like his book, made a lot of sense. Who is this man? I thought. So I got a couple of his books and read them. But I did like talking to the person behind the books. I told him all about my experiences in Astley Cemetery, and also another Cemetery at a place called Monks Kirby, where all the Denbigh family are buried. Once again, my mother has a strange tale to tell about the Cemetery at Monks Kirby. She told me she had a relative, who once picked a huge clump of snowdrops plus their roots out at this Cemetery, to put in her garden. The next year did not bring her any luck, however, as her son died. So is there genuinely something creepy about Monks Kirby? Who knows. I started talking to David on his own Website and we decided to meet up.
When the day came, I put on my best dress, and first went to visit Highgate Cemetery for myself, something I’ve always wanted to do. It was everything I expected, so peaceful and quiet with lots of wild flowers, so Pagan, and atmospheric. I felt the business of London drift away, and I soon felt at peace again.
When I visited David at his home, I was a little surprised. There was just this man sitting in a battered armchair surrounded by cables and computers. It was like something out of the Matrix! Apart from this, numerous old papers were scattered around and a few books. However, I was fascinated. It was as if I’d stepped into another world. He obviously thinks a lot of his work and very little else! I thought. But then, perhaps that’s the best way to be, a sensible way to think. I couldn’t help liking him, as he seemed so completely himself and genuine, with no pretensions. He offered to let me use his website to publish my work, which was very kind.
For all his sometimes absent-minded demeanour, there is nothing absent-minded about his man! I thought. He’s got a mind as sharp as a razor and is very intelligent. I read him a few bits of my life story, then sat there tongue-tied and embarrassed, as I’d shared some really deep things. Suddenly I felt quite shy about this. Then, all too soon, it came time to leave. But I really wanted to stay a little longer perhaps. Not to intrude though: I wished that I could just merge into the walls and become invisible and peep out and just watch this man at work, and just take in more of this person’s unique and very individual presence. Needless to say, I went home very impressed.
A friend says, that if we were to meet him again, to take him a cushion for his battered armchair. I told her he might not like it, as people like David, contrary to appearances, do not like people fussing round them and organising them. But she insisted. So got my orders, we will take a cushion. Well, at least, it isn’t a tea-cosy!
NB Just bring the Sheperds pie Sweetheart, I don’t want no tea cosies!