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| Brief Summary of Witches of Sark Witches of Sark are a fictional reality account, based on a mixture of legend and truth. Ideas and experiences were conceived by the author Shiloh Noone who in his travels has used the remnant of dairies and liner notes to create this mystical journey. Approximate period that these accounts transpired was between 1978 -1987. Please take note that not all characters are fictional and the author apologizes for any ill effect that may have been brought upon by those that read this book. Launch of Witches of Sark |
| Introduction My name is Shiloh and what I am about to reveal is based on debatable true life experiences that still rake my sweaty sleep even though they happened some twenty four years ago. Although names and places have been slightly changed, what is said and delivered is for you and the countless, so that you may have oil in your lamps for the arduous times to come. What you are about to receive is a mixture of fictitious fact riddled with altercations and alterations protecting the little I have achieved in this global testing ground. The millennium saw the arrival of Blair Witch supposedly a scam, yet garage bands like the Outcasts were carrying her message through the mid sixties. Upon careful research, the Blair Witch has reappeared at various places around the globe no less than sixty times over the last 300 years, yet authorities put it down to serial killers that have never been apprehended. Even more ghastly is the legend of the Bell Witch of Tennessee, one of the most documented cases of a violent haunting in American history. Of course now in the year 2004, witches and spells have become box office hits casting their darkly acts through Hollywood, amongst other children’s stories. I tell you this: no man or woman is prepared for what I have to share…. This true-life story whether you believe or not carries all the darkness and evil that the Book of Shadows has spun on this gullible and easily fooled world. The motivation or mission of this book is not to dispel the Wicca group, who have successfully penetrated the dimension of children and spell casting media TV, but rather bring out the darker realities that lie in the white curve balls of fashionable New Age Magic and Masonic rituals. Our journey starts in the bohemian spaces of Amsterdam where fellow seekers congregate and revel in the canal coffee shops that scent the cold Dutch air with sweet smelling hashish. The hippy clan moves South with a brief skirmish amongst the Gypsy encampments that dance through sorcery and erotic seduction, until the pale cobbles of prostitute Paris where the most despicable darkness envelopes the weak and sickly. In flight and fear, I find myself hurtled across the channel into a forgotten crag of cannibalism that has lived under the noses of the British Government for the last three hundred years. Flung by God’s grace across the Northern spheres, I am delivered into the crest of a divine plan where the very root of Israel is about to be savaged by the brooding beasts of Armageddon. After a short engaging enlightenment with Kali in India, I escape southward and find myself waging war with Macumba, a defiling sorcery that has caste its voodoo rhythms amongst the Catholic masses of South America for hundreds of years. My journey goes north into the fabled city of Prague where the pestilence of vampirism has raised its incestuous head. Countless young tourists are washed up under the Charles Bridge while authorities fail to find clues. It is here in the dark underworld of the Russian Mafia that able assistance is offered as I venture into the forests of Hungary with a group of hardened ex KGB Georgians, a Prague dot.com Mafiosi that control the clubs and parlors of this cathedral city. Shaken and wounded in mind and body I flee back to Africa for a brief sabbatical, but interrupted by Father Thomas who calls me up to assist in a Vatican adventure into the heart of Libya, where the last dragon wing is discovered under the sands of the Sahara. This monumental discovery awakens a far greater threat, its mate that has slept in the labyrinths of the Caucus Mountains for a thousand years. A battle likened to the apocalypse takes place, as the very foundations of man’s faith are tested beyond the limit of willpower. |
Review - Cape Argus journalist & author Owen
Coetzer / South Africa
Not all is well if these are truly the happenings
that fester within the unseen boundaries of our
existence, Shiloh’s around the world mystical
charter, fighting witches, fairy encounters and
battles with goblins and dragons are simply out of
this world or very much in it. Blessed with gifts
from above, Shiloh is driven through a maze of
predestined appointments with the burning tyres
of Africa laced around his neck. He is the
perennial drifter, backpacking through a maze of
hippy encounters that captures the sincerity of a
seeker on a quest for the truth. This book is truly
part two of Jack Koureac’s ‘On the Road’,
although far more sinister with apocalyptic
dimensions. Most refreshing is the continual
rewind back into the descriptive African folklore
where comparisons are made between present
and past.
The intense energy of this book with debatable
conspiracy theories, namely the cause of Aids, the
whereabouts of Lord Lukin, Princess Di’s
mysterious execution and the Mossad undercover
operations into Jordan, leave a lot to be desired.
Even more fascinating is the way Shiloh ‘trips’
through the corridors of Prague hunting vampires
alongside the Russian Mafia and in the next
instance, fights Cayman with his bare hands up
the Amazon. This is truly the ultimate adventure
story, way beyond Quentin Tarrantino dimension,
as the curtains of the unknown are ripped to
shreds by a spiritual calling, licensed to kill. All this
and more are one part of a big picture that
provides a riveting read with a mass of thoughts
to follow, this is one book that you will not put
down until you have finished the last page.
Although this is a rough segment of what’s to
come, in my thirty plus years of journalism,
nothing like this has ever been applied to paper
and I’m still recovering……!!
Coetzer / South Africa
Not all is well if these are truly the happenings
that fester within the unseen boundaries of our
existence, Shiloh’s around the world mystical
charter, fighting witches, fairy encounters and
battles with goblins and dragons are simply out of
this world or very much in it. Blessed with gifts
from above, Shiloh is driven through a maze of
predestined appointments with the burning tyres
of Africa laced around his neck. He is the
perennial drifter, backpacking through a maze of
hippy encounters that captures the sincerity of a
seeker on a quest for the truth. This book is truly
part two of Jack Koureac’s ‘On the Road’,
although far more sinister with apocalyptic
dimensions. Most refreshing is the continual
rewind back into the descriptive African folklore
where comparisons are made between present
and past.
The intense energy of this book with debatable
conspiracy theories, namely the cause of Aids, the
whereabouts of Lord Lukin, Princess Di’s
mysterious execution and the Mossad undercover
operations into Jordan, leave a lot to be desired.
Even more fascinating is the way Shiloh ‘trips’
through the corridors of Prague hunting vampires
alongside the Russian Mafia and in the next
instance, fights Cayman with his bare hands up
the Amazon. This is truly the ultimate adventure
story, way beyond Quentin Tarrantino dimension,
as the curtains of the unknown are ripped to
shreds by a spiritual calling, licensed to kill. All this
and more are one part of a big picture that
provides a riveting read with a mass of thoughts
to follow, this is one book that you will not put
down until you have finished the last page.
Although this is a rough segment of what’s to
come, in my thirty plus years of journalism,
nothing like this has ever been applied to paper
and I’m still recovering……!!