Would it even truly be the Yule season if we didn’t tell some spooky stories to get the heart rate going? This one is called, “The Tale of the Terrifier.” And don’t worry, there’s no spoilers ahead for the most recent, Terrifier 3 film.
Heart pounding in my chest—I hated clowns. Their eerie makeup, frightening displays of stupidity, and creepy laughter freaked me out. So, for most of my life, I avoided movies and events that linked to clown imagery in any way, including Terrifier.
Recently, I’ve been putting a lot of time and energy into shadow work on why I react fearfully in various situations. Inevitably, clowns eventually came up. While I won’t overwhelm you with the horrifying details of what these shadow work sessions turned up for me—I will say this, it was fucking shitty, and yet I did manage to get past the fear. This recent Halloween season meant embracing some new horror films that I had avoided watching in the past.
With Terrifier 3 coming out, I figured it would be the perfect time to watch the first two movies on a streaming service and then go see the newest one in theaters. A simple spooky movie binge-watch-and-outing, or so I thought. Sitting in the theater, lights off, my eyes were fixated on the silver screen. I watched as Art the Clown embraced his typical violent ways.
Slashing. Stabbing. Sawing.
A subtle shadow darted past in my peripheral vision. Slowly, I shifted my gaze from the movie screen to the direction of the movement. Nothing. This happened often when I would catch glimpses of things happening on the astral plane and then lose connection with the visual of it as my gaze shifted to the material.
Closing my eyes, I switched my vision back to the astral realm. Scanning, I saw nothingness, darkness—ah. There it was. The movement... My vision locked in trying to make sense of the shapes in the shadows.
Alarmed by what I saw, I opened my eyes and switched my mind back to the movie screen. Glued to every facial expression of the notoriously brutal mime, I shivered at the realization that what I saw slinking its way through the theater was none other than the parasitic entity that the concept for Art the Clown was based on.
Whether a conscious or subconscious creative decision, I won’t know for sure without an interview with the director of the film. I watched the remainder of the movie warily. A parasitic entity parading around under the guise of a clown? Not on my watch.
Following the movie, I went home, and I was certainly quieter than normal.
“You know,” My husband said to me, “I had a dream the other night about a clown entity in the astral and I really didn’t like it.
I always take his dreams, visions, and experiences pretty seriously. But when they align with things that I’m actively experiencing and processing myself, my interest is peeked even more—because what is really going on here?
Going to bed that night, I knew this was going to come up either in the astral or dream state—and I was right. I found myself jolted into a dark astral realm. I felt my higher self and Anubis close by. I was no stranger to wandering frightening realms with Anubis, my love.
My line of sight shifted as Anubis pointed to movement just beyond the edge of how far I could see in this dark realm. Movement. Just like what I saw in the theater scurried in the distance. And suddenly the heinous face of a clown appeared and darted toward us. Throwing a protection shield around myself, I braced for impact, but nothing happened. The clown stood before us, smiling, waiting.
Anubis explained that this entity was a particularly cruel one and needed to be bound to the realm we were in now to prevent it from coming and going. And if you know me at all by now, you know I love astral bindings, wards, banishings, and rituals. Pulling astral threads from each element I bound the clown entity anchoring it to the realm we were in so that it couldn’t wreak havoc elsewhere.
No sooner than I completed the binding did we return to the earthly realm. To my horror, I looked around realizing there were thousands of similar-looking clowns.
“Egregores,” Anubis stated. A god of few words.
And egregores they were. Created from the fear of countless people who embraced the gruesome slasher film over the years. I chuckled realizing that my work had only just begun, and I would be incredibly busy tonight banishing and binding each of these clown entities wandering aimlessly in our realm. Banish and bind. Banish and bind. Banish and bind. Thousands of clowns later, I was exhausted—but that’s the nature of a death witch. I used to say, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” but I’ve started to realize that’s not even true, because what is death but just another rebirth.