Background:
As a 14 year old kid I discovered the ability to find water sources with wooden dowsing (divining) rods. My father also found to have that ability. I know that there are many skeptics and this post is not to try to persuade anyone to believe in that “magic” force. All I know that I could feel the pull towards or away from the ground, presumably a water source. Interestingly, it worked great next to a water hydrant. I have found to have lost that ability shortly after moving from Europe to the U.S. I haven’t tested it in years and frankly don’t intend to at this point.
Question:
Do you believe that the church’s prohibition on divination and magic extends to dowsing?
I voted “hooey”, but that’s probably colored by my own experiences. In my locale, it’s called “water witching” or “witching for water”, which has a sort of ominous name to it. When I was a kid, there was an old guy who was widely known to be able to “witch for water”. I saw him do it, and sure enough, some guys dug down and there was water.
It wasn’t exactly thought of as supernatural, more just one of those “folklore magic” things which were then common in the Ozarks, where I grew up. Some people attributed it to magnetism. Some said there was some affinity hickory (it had to be hickory) had for water (and it was believed, without any good evidence I could discern, that hickory trees were particularly vulnerable to lightning)
So anyway, I thought I would try my hand at it. Got me a hickory limb and carved a forked stick. You have to hold it in a peculiar sort of way that’s kind of unstable. Sure enough, before long, the end of the stick dived. My brother and I dug and sure enough…water!
Then he did it, with the same result. We repeated it with the same result. After a bit we began to really question the whole thing, and decided to just dig for water without even using the stick. Sure enough, water. Well, it turns out that this area is such that you’ll find water almost anywhere you dig. The hills are karst limestone with sinkholes and water layers everywhere. In the valleys, the creeks and springs actually extend to the edges of the valleys underground, though you can’t tell it from the surface.
So, yes, I think it’s hooey, just like I think all the many, many ghost stories around here are hooey, and like I think the will-o-the-wisp is hooey.
But you know, when you’re out in the woods on a dark night, and in the corner of your eye you see yellow or orange or red light that disappears when you try to look right at it, you can tell yourself it’s foxfire all you want, and you can still half believe it’s the ghosts of Indians or old settlers the old-timers tell you about. And when you are in a deep hollow at night and you hear something splashing in the water of a spring behind you somewhere, you can believe almost anything.