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12/02/2025

Day 1 - Who is Jack Frost, really?

Before he became the mischievous, rosy-cheeked sprite we know today, Jack Frost’s origins were far older, and far wilder. His story begins in Viking lore as Jokul Frosti, meaning Icicle Frost, the son of Kári, the Norse god of the winds. Far from harmless, Jokul Frosti was an elf-like winter spirit whose artistry coated the world in crystalline ice as he roamed the frozen realms. Those delicate frost patterns on your window? His signature.

But beyond the gentle window painter lies a much darker figure.

In some Scandinavian tales, Jack is a frost giant, a bringer of bitter cold and a harbinger of the doom winter could bring.

In Finland and Russia, he appears as Frostman, a powerful winter god who commanded the weather itself and whom reindeer herders once placated with offerings to soften the fury of blizzards.

In Japan, Frostman becomes a malicious being, the brother of Mistman, together ruling frost and dew with chilling intent. Across cultures, this ancient spirit was not cute… he was commanding.

Jack Frost reminds us of winter’s fierce beauty, its power to enchant, and its ability to turn the world to ice in a single night.

So when you see frost glittering on a windowpane, remember that shimmering artwork might just be the quiet touch of a very old, very powerful winter spirit.

Have you seen his icy handiwork yet this season?

The Haunting Season ~ 25 Days of Winter LoreHello, friends of the weird and wonderful.With Halloween fading into the col...
12/01/2025

The Haunting Season ~ 25 Days of Winter Lore

Hello, friends of the weird and wonderful.

With Halloween fading into the cold night, I’m calling the shadows back for the winter season because the holidays were never all sugarplums and soft candlelight.

For centuries, people huddled close during the longest nights of the year, telling stories of spirits, shapeshifters, witches, wandering beasts, and ancient beings who walked the snow-covered world. These tales, which are equal parts marvelous and macabre, are the roots of many traditions we celebrate today.

So for the next 25 days, I invite you to journey with me through the darker folklore of the season. We’ll explore forgotten customs, eerie characters, strange rituals, and the shadow-soaked magic woven into winter’s history.

If you’re curious, follow along. Like the posts. Share your own traditions and strange tales.

Let’s walk together into the cold, enchanted dark and discover the hidden stories that make this season unforgettable.

The Pre-Holiday Balancing Workshop has been rescheduled for next Saturday, November 15, from 2 to 5pm. There are a few s...
11/08/2025

The Pre-Holiday Balancing Workshop has been rescheduled for next Saturday, November 15, from 2 to 5pm. There are a few seats left so please register soon. Limited to 10 seats.

The workshop is all about aligning, balancing, and centering ourselves before the holiday rush.

We’ll begin with a chakra meditation, then dive into our tarot and oracle cards to explore our energy centers and discover how to keep them in harmony as we move through a season filled with both cheer and frustration.

Bring your cards and your chakras and let's work some holiday magic together!

💫 Tuition: $22
💫 Register by calling the shop directly (607-287-7278) or going on-line to www.christenespringlemountainmagic.com

✨ It’s time for a little pre-holiday self-care magic! ✨Join us next Saturday, November 8, from 2–5 pm at Mountain Magic ...
11/08/2025

✨ It’s time for a little pre-holiday self-care magic! ✨

Join us next Saturday, November 8, from 2–5 pm at Mountain Magic Market as we align, balance, and center ourselves before the holiday rush.

We’ll begin with a chakra meditation, then dive into our tarot and oracle cards to explore our energy centers and discover how to keep them in harmony as we move through a season filled with both cheer and frustration.

Bring your cards, crystals, and chakras, or simply come with an open heart and curious spirit. No experience needed!

💫 Tuition: $22
Register Now - either on the website or call me directly!

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11/03/2025

Day 13: When the Veil Falls

The candles burn low. The last circle is drawn. Beyond the glass, October’s wind sighs through the trees like a memory made of breath.

For thirteen nights we wandered through the parlors of the past, where tables turned, bells rang, and the air itself shimmered with expectation. Mediums whispered, cameras caught ghosts on silver plates, and seekers pressed their palms to polished wood, daring to touch eternity.

The 19th century was an age both skeptical and spellbound, a world lit by gaslight and longing. Science and séance existed side by side, each reaching for proof of what lay beyond the grave. Were the spirits real, or did the power come from the living, from grief, from hope, from the deep human need to believe that love does not end?

Perhaps it was both. Perhaps truth and trickery walked hand in hand through those candlelit rooms, and in that mingling of faith and fear something sacred flickered alive.

Tonight, on this final harvest night of Samhain, the veil thins once more. The ghosts of that gilded age stir again, in memory, in imagination, in the quiet places of our hearts.

Listen closely. The knock may come. The flame may waver. The message may not be words at all but feeling...the warmth that tells you you’re not alone.

For the spirits of the past still linger… and the story is never truly over.

11/03/2025

Day 12: The Mourning Veil

She sits in silence, wrapped in shadow. A single gloved hand rests on her lap, the other clutches a locket at her throat. The air smells faintly of lilac and dust. Through the thin black gauze of her veil, the world blurs, softened, distant, as though viewed from another realm. Somewhere, a clock ticks. She waits.

In Victorian society, mourning was not merely emotion, it was ritual, a sacred choreography of loss. Widows cloaked themselves in layers of crepe and jet, their veils both shield and signal. To wear black was to move among the living while belonging, in part, to the dead. Etiquette dictated how long one must mourn, what fabrics were permitted, even how one might re-enter society.

But for many, the mourning veil became more than a symbol, it was a portal. In the dim light of séance parlors, the veiled widow sat among the hopeful and the haunted, straining for a whisper from her beloved beyond the veil. Some said the black netting blurred the line between realms, allowing spirit to draw near unseen. Behind the fabric, tears mingled with breathless wonder, and grief transformed into devotion.

Photographs from the era show their faces obscured, half hidden, half revealed, women caught between two worlds. The veil concealed sorrow, yes… but also awe. Sometimes, it hid trembling lips that had just spoken to the dead.

If you were to lift that veil, what truth would you hope to see? A final farewell or proof that love endures forever?

10/30/2025

Day 11: Phantasmagoria

The chamber is cloaked in darkness. A low hum of anticipation ripples through the audience. Then...a flicker. From behind a curtain, a hidden lantern ignites, casting its beam through drifting smoke. Suddenly, faces bloom upon the walls, hollow-eyed phantoms, skulls grinning in silent laughter, lost lovers reaching through the haze. The crowd gasps as the images swell and dissolve, rising from nothing only to vanish again.

This was Phantasmagoria, the macabre art form that haunted Europe long before cinema was born. In the late 18th and early 19th centuries, showmen armed with magic lanterns, mirrors, and cunning machinery conjured visions of the dead for paying crowds. Names like Étienne-Gaspard Robertson became legend, his Parisian catacombs echoing with the screams and prayers of those convinced the beyond had opened before them.

Smoke thickened, organs droned, and hidden projectors crept closer on rails, making the spirits loom ever larger, until they seemed to drift right off the walls. For some, it was mere entertainment, the thrill of fear without danger. For others, it stirred something deeper, a mingling of awe and recognition. Could these illusions have brushed against truth?

Even today, the line between illusion and invocation remains perilously thin. Flickering screens, holograms, and ghost hunts all trace their lineage back to those candlelit rooms where smoke and light first conspired to awaken our oldest fear...that what we call imagination might, in fact, be the veil itself.

Would you have dared to sit in the dark… knowing the next face to appear might look back at you?


10/30/2025

Writing Reflection

As we move through this final week of October and into Samhain’s threshold, it’s a powerful time to reflect, release, and listen to what stirs within the shadows. 🖤

Let your pen become a lantern to illuminate what hides beneath the surface and reveale the wisdom that lives there.

10/28/2025

Day 10: The Familiar

The candlelight flickers, shadows stretch long, and somewhere in the corner, a cat’s eyes glint like twin moons. It moves without sound, stopping to stare at what seems like nothing and yet everyone in the room feels its gaze.

Mediums and sitters in the 19th century often spoke of familiars: animals that accompanied or protected them during spiritual work. Cats, dogs, and even birds were said to sense the presence of the departed, reacting to unseen presences with sudden agitation or uncanny calm. Some spiritualists believed these creatures acted as conduits, their heightened senses attuned to energies the human eye could not perceive. A hissing cat, a trembling dog, or a bird that refused to leave the room could be both guardian and messenger, alerting the living to the crossing of souls, or guiding spirits safely through the veil.

Stories abound from Victorian parlors where séance cats leapt silently onto tables as a spectral hand moved, or dogs growled at empty corners where a loved one’s essence lingered. The familiar was more than superstition; it was a trusted witness to the thin line between worlds, a creature whose instincts could not be faked or denied.

Even today, pets can still sense what we cannot. They watch, listen, and sometimes, they warn. Perhaps the whispers of the unseen are louder to them, a reminder that the world we walk in is only half-seen.

Will you notice the glint in the corner of your eye? Or will you turn away from the presence waiting silently beside you?

10/28/2025

Affirmation of the Week

"I honor the shadow within and around me, for even in darkness, my power stirs and my spirit awakens."

What does “honoring my shadow” look like in your everyday life?

As the veil thins and Halloween approaches, may we remember that even in our darkest moments, we are never without light. ✨

Wishing everyone a bewitching and beautiful Halloween week! 🕯️🎃

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