The village of Pluckley south east of London, Great Britain, is brimming with ghosts. In a country with numerous hauntings, this place is even more significant. And its reputation is not made out of rumors and innuendo, but of the numerous, verifiable stories told by the townspeople. In this place, sightings are not a rare occurrence.



The City of Many Ghosts


Coach & Horses
The road to Maltman's Hill a spooky Night.
One of several places the Coach and Horses are seen, heard and Felt.



   Sometimes there is no sound, sometimes there is nothing to be seen, and sometimes there is only something to be Felt. But there is almost always something. The Coach and Horses are traveling in and around Pluckley. sometimes it's seen and nothing is heard, sometimes it's heard, but nothing is seen. While most of the ghosts frequenting the village have some kind of origin, some kind of story behind it's appearances, this one is Unknown. No body know where it's coming from, no one know where it's headed.
   Maybe it's Death chasing borderline souls? While the busy guy is probably using the latest model of modern transport in other parts of the world, Pluckley is different. Here Time is standing still... or is moving in it's own pace, back and forth, back and forth.
   Or another traveler seeking something... a Stranger looking for other Strangers. Anyway, this is not a lost soul, wandering aimlessly in the dark. This is one out there looking, perhaps for something he or she may never find.

   This is another aspect of Pluckley. Most places have only home grown ghosts, happenstance more or less clearly identifiable in History. But... this village... or its people... seem to be attracting all kinds of spirits, all kinds of... specters.

   Yes, there is a focus of Energy here, a palatable... mood in the very air. Something happened here once, something will happen here once. In time past or time future. Or it is perhaps happening right now... in all the time there ever is.


   Pluckley is worth a visit. Not for the tourist, but for the explorer, of both the outward and inward universe.



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First uploaded 2000-02-29
69.Night, in the year of no lord, in one year of the Abyss, 12055.
A day that doesn't exist, an embarassment to the modern world.
400 years are past, since it last saw the light of day.
It doesn't exist, and is thereby gaining importance
A day of Magick...

Ongoing Transformation and Metamorphosis started.
FIRST WAVE: 2000-12-02, 346. Night 12055 by the end of the year of The Abyss.

SECOND WAVE: 2001-05-25, 155. Night 12056 in the first year in the time of the Twilight Storm.


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   You could say, of course, that it's just one more coup of the christian/civilized stupidity, and I most certainly agree. But that's just the point, isn't it? Circumstances make it special... ;) It's often thus.