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Past Pendulums...memories

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Think about this presentation. It's straight from my parlor shows...word for word:

I’ll be completely honest with you folks: I am not sure if this is going to work or not. Seriously. I’ve tried using this effect in the last three shows and nothing’s happened. So tonight I’m going to give it one last try – and if nothing happens, nothing happens and we’ll just move on.

(Produce pendulum)

This is a pendulum. Actually it’s a very special pendulum. I got it in the French Quarter in New Orleans. I like odd things. Old things. Things I can build into my shows. So…I was looking around some antique stores.

I wasn’t finding anything. It was nearing the end of the day and I was tired. I was leaving a shop when I heard someone calling out to me from a doorway. It was a darkened doorway. An old woman’s voice.

She was old. One of those very old women with skin pulled tight over her face. She had a colorful bandana around her hair in a way that made me think of a gypsy. Her eyes were bright, though. Intense.

“I have something for you,” she said. Her voice was a croak.

I’d been to New Orleans enough to know that nothing’s free.

“You do this gypsy schtick for all the tourists?” I asked.

She looked surprised at the question. Honestly surprised.

“I ask you for nothing,” she said. “And I will take nothing for this.”

She showed me this pendulum. There was a picture of a young girl. A maid maybe, looking back at me. And a turquoise stone. I didn’t take it.

“The pendulum belonged to Ivy Rose,” the woman hissed. “It is her image on the front.”

I have to admit that I was intrigued. She was SO intense.

“Who was Ivy Rose?” I asked.

The old woman was silent for a long time. So long I didn’t think she was even going to answer. When she spoke, I saw her eyes flicker to a building across the street.

“Ivy Rose worked there,” she said. “It was a private gentleman’s club. She was a maid. I found this there. Hidden. With some other things.”

The old woman went on to tell me that the club was very exclusive. It was called the Hellfire Society. Very private. The rule was that all staff…especially all women…had to be out of the building when the sun went down because the night belonged to the Society...

This pendulum is $59.95 to the first four people who order it. The price in the box above includes delivery anywhere in North America. The price in the box will increase by $10 as we sell off each of the remaining two pendulums...so Lost Girl Number five will cost you $79.95...and the last one on the planet will be sold for $89.95. Trust me -- it's a bargain...even at that price.

A Pendulum with a Little "Something Extra"

Have a good look at the detail on this pendulum. There's something you're not going to see. Here are some hints:

1) The secret isn't the real turquoise hold. (We all know that turquoise is an old stone, used in amulets for protection from negative energy, right? Hmmm...wonder why it's been attached to this pendulum? Gee.)

2) It's not the fact that this particular pendulum just might be the most responsive we've ever created. Just TRY to hold it still. Good luck with that...because even when you're NOT holding it by the crystal bead break it just wants to...well...move. Almost like there was something more inside. And it's certainly not the slightly tragic bit of black ribbon tied there a long time ago by long dead fingers. Nope.

3) It's not even the fact that the locket actually OPENS...leaving itself open to certain loading options.

Nope. Here's the secret. Are you ready? Come in a little closer. Promise you won't tell anyone? Okay. The hinge on the locket is oddly made. There's a wee opening on either side of the hinge. Small enough to load...hmmm...a billet sized paper into. It's not even that hard when you get the hang of it. Just hold the billet between your first and second fingers, and slide it into the opening. You'll have to practice with it...but oh my (!).

Imagine showing the locket empty...and then opening it again to reveal a message. Maybe something you've used a certain attachment to your...ummm...nail...to write?

Even if you never sneak a load into this amulet...there are just SO MANY things you can do with it!

There are only seven of these because that's all we could track down. One of them is mine -- and you won't be able to pry it from my dead fingers. This one is THAT good, folks. That leaves only six for the rest of the world. And when they're gone...they're gone forever. Sort of like poor Ivy Rose...

Gothic -- Sold out!

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Shades of dark corridors. Creaking doors. Mysterious footsteps and misty moors.

Meet "Gothic" -- a pendulum with a definite atmosphere about it. The color scheme is only silver and black, from the Victorian style hold to the...well...Victorian style bob.

This piece is designed to play well in a seance or turn of the century presentation. It's the perfect blend of elegance and beauty.

Take a look at the way the chain is joined to the bob. We've never seen that before...and that clear crystal just below the hold (unfortunately it doesn't show well in the image) catches and reflects light back perfectly.

This pendulum is a real beauty.

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"You should see what I just designed," said Sheree. She had this look in her eye that told me something very special was coming. "You need to close your eyes and put out your hand."

So I did. I felt something cool slide into my palm. 'Pewter' I thought.

I opened my eyes and my breath actually caught in my throat as I looked at "Eye of the Dragon." I felt a little like Gollum taking up the One Ring for the first time. From that second, I knew I wasn't giving it back.

Doing what I always do...I held it up to the light and watched the sparkles play back to me through the crystal. I tested its responsiveness and was delighted. Both the dragon and the dragon scale bob responded instantly.

Dark Dreams is 10.5 inches long. The dragon is double sided -- impressive no matter how you're looking at it. The adornment is pure Swarovski crystal and the break is an 18mm ruby glass bead. The whole effect is perfectly balanced and frankly breathtaking.

It was one of those wonderful moments. The instant I touched it, I knew it fit me perfectly. So I have one. Since this edition is limited to three...that means two more are available and then they're gone forever.

This pendulum is priced at $79.95. The price in the box includes air mail shipping anywhere in North America. (If you are anywhere else on the planet, OR if you want it shipped by a method other than air mail, please contact us and we will issue a PayPal invoice.) This pendulum is on sale for TODAY only. The price above includes $5.00 shipping.

The Time Traveler: Sold Out!

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He stopped cold. His eyes grew wide in terror.

Did he bring it? They had said not to show up without it.

Sebastian patted his coat pockets, a feverish movement, his hands fluttering and slapping. His eyes grew even wider as terror filled him. Saliva dried in his mouth making it hard to swallow.

Had he forgotten it?

He tore off his coat, dropped it to the ground, and searched his pants pockets.

Nothing....

Cold realization made him panic. They would kill him if he showed up without it. They said they would. He checked his pocket watch. It was too late to turn back. He still had a few minutes, but not enough time to go home and back again. They had also said not to be late.

What to do?

Sebastian stared up the cobbled street as it wound its way through a cold fog of amber glow cast by the gaslight lamps. Storefronts lined the street, their signage barely visible. He peered into the murk.

Was there an answer here? Then he saw it.

Gypsy Fortunes told here!
Pendulums of Fate! Crystals of Destiny!
Got a Problem? Bring it to Madame Sheladril!

He certainly had a problem.

He hurried up the street.

He stopped outside a door and peered in through the hazy glass. The shop was illuminated by the glow of many thick-bellied candles, their slimy wax pooling on the plates upon which they sat. Dusty cobwebs clung to much of the merchandise: cow skulls, dried black bats, shrunken heads, vials of dark shimmering liquid, eagle wings, bear claws, heavy prisms hanging from braided silk cords, books and more books, thick tomes with rich mahogany covers and thick raised imprinted titles. Sebastian shook his head. He could not make out the words. Then he saw them—pendulums—made of all metals, all shapes and sizes. Hope soared through him.

Would she have one just like his father’s?

His father had died the year prior. On his deathbed, he blessed his only son, had reached out, taken Sebastian’s hand, unfurled his fingers, and pressed his only valuable possession into his son’s hand—a pendulum, a wonderfully queer piece that had been passed from father to son for hundreds of years. “Keep it safe,” his father had said, his voice cracking as he spoke. “Promise me that it will stay in our family.”

Sebastian had always coveted the beautiful piece with its long, strong silver chain, the odd decorative silver ball on one end and the timepiece bob on the other. He loved the weight of the piece, loved the mesmerizing quality of it as it swung from his fingers in the lamplight. He had been so pleased to receive it.

When the call came out that a secret knighthood was looking for apprentices, apprentices who were already versed in the art of dowsing, Sebastian applied. He told the grand master about his father’s pendulum, how many centuries it had been in the family, and he was soon accepted into the sect, perhaps a little too quickly, and only on the condition that he arrive at the appointed time WITH his father’s pendulum.

How could he have forgotten it? Maybe it was fate? Fate that had made him forget?

He pushed open the door to the shop.

At first, he stood in the quiet dusky room alone. He listened for sounds of someone moving around in the back, but all he could hear was the sound of a grandfather clock, its pendulum tocking, tocking back and forth.

“Can I help you?”

Sebastian suppressed a scream as he turned to stare at the hag that had appeared behind him. “I—I—I …” he stammered, willing his heart to slow its frantic pounding. “You scared me,” he finally gasped.

“So I did,” the old woman observed with just a hint of sarcasm. She slid into a wide armchair, its green velvet upholstery now dingy with use, and its armrests worn and shiny. As she settled her bulk into the chair, dust rose from the seat cushion making Sebastian cough. He waved at dust motes that danced around his head. The woman looked him over like a lazy lion evaluating its prey.

“I need a pendulum,” Sebastian blurted. “Are you Madame--?” He was cut off.

“I make pendulums.”

“It must be exactly like the one my father gave to me.” Sebastian described the piece.

“Jerome?” the old woman asked. Sebastian jerked back a little. “Your father?” she added.

Sebastian said nothing.

“I knew him. Sit, sit…” the old woman said.

Sebastian sat. He nervously glanced at his watch. “I am in a bit of a hurry.”

“Why?”

“Uh, a meeting…with some people.”

The old woman raised her eyebrows and then leaned back in her chair. “I don’t make pendulums for THOSE people,” she said, firmly and coldly, and with great finality. “Did your father not tell you that you were never to give your pendulum away?”

“Uh, I wasn’t— ” He was interrupted again.

“Don’t lie to me, boy.” There was a slight threat of some penalty for lying in her voice.

“I...th-th-they are going to kill me,” Sebastian sputtered.

The old woman pulled herself from her chair, grunting with the exertion of getting her great bulk upright again. She waddled to the pendulum display. She walked past it, and disappeared into a back room. Sebastian worried that she was not going to help him. But after a short moment, she reappeared.

“Like this one?” she asked.

In her hand she held a pendulum identical to his father’s. Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief and reached greedily to snatch the pendulum from her hand. In an instant, it had disappeared behind her back.

“Not so fast.”

“I am going to pay you,” Sebastian offered. He held up his watch. “I have to go. They said not to be late.”

“And I told you that none of THEM will ever hold one of my pendulums.” She stared at him with narrowed eyes, daring him to challenge her.

“But I have been accepted. I have to go. If a new apprentice doesn’t show up, they hunt him down and KILL him.” Sebastian’s voice rose an octave and fear made it squeak. “I don’t want to die.”

“You won’t die and you won’t give this to them,” she said. “Hold out your hand.”

Sebastian did so. He felt the weight of the pendulum in his palm. He closed his fingers around it.

“Do you promise not to give this to THEM?” the woman asked.

Sebastian nodded eagerly. “I won’t give it to them.”

Suddenly, the room changed colors as it swirled about him. He swayed and blacked out.

When he (you) awoke, you were holding the pendulum. And in your ears, you heard these words:

“Use it wisely, use it well. For if you lie, time will tell.”

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(Imagine the possibilities. You or your character can awaken anywhere, at any time, in any place. The rest of the story is up to you.)

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The Time Traveler...a Closer Look

Have a good look at this one. Have you ever seen a pendulum that says “Steampunk” or “Jules Verne” more clearly?

The above story, by designer Sheree Zielke, really poses some interesting options for your presentation, huh?

The Time Traveller is very masculine, featuring a stainless steel chain. This pendulum also features dual bobs since the mass can be the interesting silver globe or the turn-of-the-century-style locket.

Why is there an Eiffel tower on it? Why do the hands stop at 1:34…and is that PM or AM?

The Monarch: Sold out...

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“The thief paused uncertainly. Which way was he supposed to go? In his mad flight through the forest he’d lost his way. In the mad flight away from the men, and…the things, that were chasing him.

He leaned against a tree, grasping at the leather bag hanging from his belt, terrified that he would not feel the rounded weight of the crown pendant, certain the pewter claw grasping the ring was gone…”

Sheree has made me promise to stop claiming so many of our pendulums for my own. She muttered something about it being bad for business…

But my promise is already being tested because this one is an utter beauty. It satisfies all of the “David” criteria for “way cool pendulum.” It’s mysterious…it’s glittery. The two ends (the increasingly-hard-to-find gypsy hand at one end and the regal crown thingie at the other end) just cries out for a specialized presentation.

And this one opens too! (I may be easily impressed…but it seems to me that a pendulum that you can pre-load or load right under the eyes of the spectators adds a whole new raft of possibilities to any presentation…) A billet? A picture?

And it OPENS too!

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This pendulum has a deliciously mysterious feel to it: smooth stone and richly textured pewter.When I look at The Mystic Hand, I see different things.

First: I think of a gypsy fortune teller...plying her trade from inside a weathered carnival wagon. I see that wagon rumbling down deserted back roads in the post-depression American dustbowl.

When I look at it again, I think of Jules Verne and steampunks and turn of the century magic...performed in a suitably mysterious library -- in an adventurers' club of course..

The Mystic Hand is elegant and simple -- perfectly suited for any routine you have in mind. The agate is heavy, but the pendulum is perfectly balanced.

The Mystic Hand features the skeletal hand (our most sought after hold) grasping a ring. End to end, it's slightly under ten inches. The bob is a highly polished agate suspended on an ornate silver metal chain. This pendulum is going to make an impression. We will only make three of them...then they're gone.

This pendulum is priced at $69.95. It is on sale. The price in the box above includes air mail shipping anywhere in North America. (If you are anywhere else on the planet, OR if you want it shipped by another method, please contact us and we will issue a PayPal invoice.)

Alchemy Blue -- Sold Out!

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There's a LOT of blue in this pendulum: on the beautifully detailed zodiac wheel to the SBC (Seriously Blue Crystal.) The break is a small sun/moon pewter disc.

"Gee, David," you say. "I don't think I've ever seen a blue quartz before."

Right you are! This quartz has been dyed blue, still preserving that elegant quartz glitter, but adding a whole new dimension of color.

Three of these have been made.

This pendulum is priced at $37.95. It is on sale. The price in the box above includes air mail shipping anywhere in North America. (If you are anywhere else on the planet, OR if you want it shipped by another method, please contact us and we will issue a PayPal invoice.)

Past Pendulums...memories

Vault of Secrets Sold Out

Voltaire's Volition -- Sold Out

Boy Wizard -- SOLD OUT

Bedlam's Teardrops Sold Out

Warrior's Tears Sold Out

Midnight Whisperer Sold Out

Spectral Watcher -- Sold Out

Mystic Portal -- SOLD OUT