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The Future of Paranormal Research

2012-04-20T18:08:00.001-07:00

The unexplained has, for centuries, held fascination for us. A decade into the new millenium, that hasn’t changed. The paranormal researcher is still at large, hopping from location to location in hopes of capturing evidence of some kind for the existence of what might be called spiritual reality. But modern parapsychologists have at their disposal an array of equipment that their predecessors lacked. Paranormal research has become more sophisticated, utilizing the latest technology to record, measure, and ultimately prove (or disprove) the theories that have made their discipline so controversial. Parapsychologists can no longer be accused of being glorified shamans. With their arsenal of video cameras, audio recorders, electromagnetic field (EMF) detectors, and the like, they have made the leap into serious science.

Modern ghost hunters seek concrete, tangible evidence, evidence that will lead to a reasonable conclusion about the phenomena they investigate. The biggest hurtle they face today is the same one they have always faced: acceptance. Many within the scientific community still regard this branch of psychology as a pseudo-science. The nearly total rejection of all things spiritual among scientists has left many who conduct paranormal research struggling to gain credibility for their work.

The increased exposure and popularity that paranormal research is enjoying in popular culture. has brought many new views and fields of study into the the field but as the TV ratings drop, many are leaving the field looking for the next big thing. This is good in a way because it rids the field of "fanboys" and thrill seekers making more room for those who are really in search of answers and truth.

England's Most Haunted City??

2012-04-07T14:42:00.001-07:00

York, Edinburgh, and even donkey Derby all lay claim to be England's - or even Europe's - most haunted city.

Yet their claims are tenuous, at best. For each of them conveniently forgets Chester, in North-West England.

Chester can rightly and justly claim to be the most haunted city in England. Our paranormal credentials are impeccable. You could even say it's Chester that puts the super in supernatural!

Chester is an ancient walled city steeped in history. Some 2,000 years ago, Chester was founded as one the three main Roman legionary fortresses in the province of Britannia (along with York and Caerleon, in south Wales).

When the Romans left, Chester became home to successive waves of Celts, Vikings, Saxons and Normans. Edward I's medieval armies mustered at Chester for the war against the Welsh; English troops bound for Ireland sailed from Chester; Royalist cavaliers defended the walled city for eighteen months against their cruel Parliamentarian besiegers; Chester was a powerhouse of Victorian prosperity. In short, Chester's history is Britain's history in microcosm.

All of which means Chester has seen every high and low of human existence: joy and jubilation, famine, floods, plague and war. Even today, Chester remains a vibrant and genuinely atmospheric city.

2,000 Years of History

It's hardly surprising, then, that packed within Chester's defensive walls, its narrow streets and alleyways, its crypts and cellars, are a host of well-documented ghosts, hauntings, apparitions, spooks and poltergeists from almost every century across two millennia.

So there are significant and genuine grounds for claiming that compact and ancient Chester is actually the most haunted city in England.

But don't take our word for it; listen to an expert.

Dave Sadler, of http://www.parascience.org.uk says:
'My belief is that Chester, for its size, has the most haunted activity in the country. Some say it's York or Derby, but I disagree. The amount of ghosts per street in Chester is phenomenal.'
A Catalogue of Ghosts

To substantiate our claim, we've begun the long process of cataloguing Chester's ghosts, poltergeists and hauntings: street by street and house by house.

So far, of course, the list is far from exhaustive. But, as new first hand accounts come in, the list grows longer every day. It seems Chester's venerable ghosts demand recognition.

And so the day when Chester is widely, and officially, recognised as England's most haunted city draws near. Watch this space.

102 Watergate Street, Chester Haunting. Unexplained bumps, rattlings and cold draughts make this the house where no-one will live.
13 Watergate Street, Chester Poltergeist. Regular poltergeist activity: brushes, cards, kettles and glass vases all move - sometimes witnessed by customers.
14 Dee Hills Park, Chester Haunting. Ghostly monk wakes sleepers in large Victorian gothic mansion overlooking the River Dee
40 Bridge Street, Chester Ghost. Active ghost nicknamed 'George' in cellar area, reported by staff in travel agency; formerly a wine merchant's shop.
Abbey Green, off Northgate Street, Chester Poltergeist. Regular poltergeist activity at Georgian house on Abbey Green: keys, wine bottles and solid iron stove all moved; doors inexplicably locked.
Anchorite's Cell, the Groves, Chester Poltergeist. Heavy oak doors smashed from their hinges in front of terrified owners.
Barlows/Ye Olde Vaults, Bridge Street, Chester Haunting. Old landlord groans and moans at the poor state of his pub. Now an upmarket shop.
Bear and Billet, Lower Bridge Street, Chester Ghost. Kindly old lady often greets men on the stairs with a smile.

Bingo Hall, Brook Street, Chester Ghost. 'Old George' widely held to haunt the premises. Unexplained thumps and crashes in the attic; figure in tweed jacket regularly seen on balcony but vanishes when challenged.
Bookland, Bridge Street, Chester Haunting. Apparition of Victorian apprentice boy who fell on stone stairs at rear of medieval crypt is also experienced upstairs in staff tearoom.

Boot Inn, Eastgate Row North, Chester Haunting. Once Chester's most notorious brothel, present pub still occasionally rings with female moans and laughter.
Boughton (unknown street) Haunting/Ghost. Figure of old woman emerges from cupoard, kisses two sleeping boys, and vanishes.
Boughton Heath (several streets), Chester Haunting. Running man crosses roads in front of speeding cars only to vanish on far side.

Bridge of Sighs, Northgate Street, Chester Haunting. Condemned criminals once led across 'Bridge of Sighs' from Northgate gaol to last rites in Bluecoat chapel; their sighs are sometimes heard today.
Brown Heath, Christleton, near Chester Haunting. Two ghostly figures in Civil War dress with buff greatcoats and broad-brimmed hats occasionally seen at the Brown Heath crossroads.

Castle Street, Chester Poltergeist. Electrician working in Georgian house spooked by objects being moved, and by owner's apparently calm acceptance of supernatural events.
Cestrian pub, City Road, Chester Haunting. Loud thumping heard on upstairs floor whenever a previous landlord was angry; emphatically not his wife!
Chester Cathedral Devil's mark. Record of 1906 tells of flagstone in cloisters bearing 'devil's footprint; when replaced, mark reappears next morning.

Chester Royal Infirmary site, central Chester Ghost. 'Soldier McKenzie' - a well known ghost of WWI Scottish fusilier who died of his wounds and was buried in a hospital shroud instead of his kilt; now eternally searching for his missing uniform .
Coach and Horses, Northgate Street, Chester Ghost. Modern ghost of a sad old man orders pint, books room, then vanishes; his reasons later become alarmingly clear.

Curzon Park, Chester Haunting. Sobbing woman in Elizabethan dress seen beneath a large tree with a hanged man swinging from its branches.
Dee House, Dee Banks, Chester Ghost. Apparition of old woman sometimes seen prowling top floor of this old telephone exchange and onetime convent.
Deva Psychiatric Hospital (now disused) Hauntings. Staff tell of dark forms seen on the wards and strange footsteps.

Deva pub, Watergate Rows North, Chester Haunting. Horrific scene of a Victorian boy who fell into fire occasionally replayed in this pub.
Dewa Roman Experience, Pierpoint Lane, off Bridge Street, Chester Ghost. Spectral strangler in excavated cellar; woman visitor feels invisible hands tighten around her neck.

Eastgate Clock, central Chester Premonition/vision. Three old crones seen beneath the Eastgate seemingly foretell a national disaster.
Falcon Inn, Lower Bridge Street, Chester Poltergeist. Spirit of badly treated and angry maid throws glasses and beermats around historic pub.
George and Dragon, Liverpool Road, Chester Haunting. Ancient footfalls of Roman legionary regularly heard in pub on course of Roman road leading from the Northgate, or Porta Decumana.

Greyfriars, old buttressed house alongside City Walls, Chester Haunting. Spectral apparition seen in doorway by Chester Chronicle photographer.
Grosvenor Park, central Chester Haunting. Park gates often inexplicably locked and unlocked by unseen hand.
Habitat, Pepper Street, Chester Haunting. Two cowled and black robed monks haunt area between this large store and the nearby River Dee.
Haunted Alley, near St Johns Church, Chester Ghost. Monk in dark habit occasionally accosts witnesses in 'Haunted Alley' beside St John's Church, speaking a guttural Saxon-like language.

King's Buildings, Chester Ghost. Sick woman experienced a phantom physician in old-fashioned hat and neck ruff sitting at her bedside. When he reached out and touched her forehead, she recovered shortly afterwards.
Leche House, Watergate Street, Chester Haunting. Face of an old-fashioned sailor sometimes seen at 1st floor window.
Marlbororough Arms, St John's Street, Chester Haunting. Phantom gurgles sometimes heard from beer cellar where depressed Victorian landlord slit his own throat.

Morgan's Mount, City Walls, Chester Haunting. Apparitions of Cavalier soldiers appear at this medieval tower named after a Royalist gun captain during the Civil War siege of Chester.
Nicholas Street, Chester Haunting. Ghostly coachman in carriage coat, tricorn hat, riding boots and breeches occasionally seen descending steps to Georgian terrace's old carriage house.
Northgate arch, Chester Haunting. Spectral sound of hanged men buffeted against the city walls by strong winds still heard on site of the old city gaol at the Northgate.

Old Bishop's Palace, Chester
1. Poltergeist. Spirit of cruelly treated Victorian bootboy moves shoes and boots around large Georgian house.

2. Haunting. Loud whipcracks still occasionally heard in old stableyard.

Old City Hospital, Hoole, Chester Haunting. Apparition of 'man in a brown suit' visiting his sick mother seen by several nurses in 1976; woman later tells nurses her son was killed in Second World War.
Old Dee Bridge, Chester Ghost. In 1986, ghost of dead neighbour spoke to a Handbridge woman on bridge, then vanished.
Old Fire Station (now a restaurant), Northgate Street , Chester Haunting. Bewhiskered fireman in old fashioned uniform regularly seen in old engine room.
Old Griffith's flour mill, canal towpath, near Cow Lane Bridge, Chester Smoke ghost. Grey misty figure rises from canal and advances along towpath towards witness; drowned body recovered from same spot in 1919.
Old house, Foregate Street, Chester Haunting. Repeated slow footsteps and laboured breathing of a very old person climbing stairs.
Old Leadworks (now demolished), Hoole, Chester
1. Haunting. Apparition of old lady carrying large bag vanishes in front of security guards.

2. Haunting. Figure of man in blue overalls seen during demolition; possibly spirit of drunk workman killed on nearby railway line.

Old Militia Buildings, Chester - (originally on site of Chester Police HQ; now demolished) Hauntings. Ghostly apparitions often seen at windows and in doorway to old schoolyard. in the 1950s.
Old Rectory, St Mary's Hill, Chester Haunting. Several former employees attest to inexplicable chills, draughts and slamming doors in small room at top of house.
Old Swinnerton's cafe, (now a shop) the Cross, Chester Haunting. The top room, scene of a grisly suicide, has been abandoned for decades.
Pemberton's Parlour, City Walls, Chester Haunting. Cavaliers and their ladies said to promenade along the city walls near this ancient medieval tower.
Pepper Gate, beside the Newgate, Chester Haunting. Ghostly horse's hooves in the night connected with elopement of Tudor couple.
Pied Bull, Northgate Street, Chester Haunting. Pub landlord swears his old pub is haunted.
Queen's School, City Walls Road, Chester Poltergeist/ghost? Doors open and close by themselves in school Music Room.
Red Lion, Northgate Street, Chester Haunting. Former landlady claims cellar is 'definitely haunted'.
Roman Watchtower, Newgate, Chester Haunting. Ancient figure of Roman legionary in Decurion's officer's armour still clear after 1,900 years.
Rowton Lane, just south of Chester city Haunting and poltergeists. New house in Rowton Lane haunted by apparitions probably associated with Civil War Battle of Rowton Moor. Voices; objects moved and disappeared. Woman saw 'ghost' in house in 1960s, according to local journalist.
Saltney Junction Station, outskirts of Chester Haunting. Old man on squeaky bicycle manifests early on winter mornings; said to have hanged himself in station shed.
St Anne's Street, Chester Haunting. Phantom footsteps on the stairs, and burning books experienced in terraced house over a century ago.
St John's Church, Chester Haunting. Schoolboys experienced dark image of monk on spiral staircase leading to belltower.
St John's Churchyard, Chester Haunting. Spectral nun, with a 'beautiful face' and dressed in a 'bluish habit' seen by various witnesses in old churchyard.
St Mary's Hill, Chester Haunting. A herd of spectral cattle sometimes heard lowing in early morning at foot of this steep cobbled street.
St Werburgh's Street, Chester Haunting. Spectral Cavalier and Roundhead Civil War horsemen have been seen battling in this street close to strategic Eastgate.
Stanley Palace, Lower Watergate Street, Chester
1. Haunting. Curious 'photographic negative' apparition of beheaded 7th Earl of Stanley haunts ground floor rooms.

2. Haunting. Grey lady in 17th-century dress haunts Gallery and Queen Anne Room.

Thornton's, Eastgate Street , Chester
1. Poltergeist. 'Sarah', jilted on her wedding day, is best known spirit in 'Chester's most haunted house'. Moves objects, shoves people on the stairs.

2. Haunting. Large jovial man in apron.

3. Haunting. Insubstantial, almost invisible male spirit.

Town Hall, Townhall Square, Chester Haunting. Unseen spirit haunts tiny storeroom beneath grand external stairs.
Tudor House, Lower bridge Street, Chester
1. Haunting. Headless apparition on upper storey said to belong to Cavalier gentleman who lost his head to stray cannonball during Civil war siege.

2. Haunting. Grey lady seen pacing landing.

3. Haunting. Recurring heavy footsteps and rattling locks on top floor.

Unnamed café, Bridge Street, Chester Poltergeist. Spirit of an unhappy 12 year-old Victorian orphan girl who hung herself still haunts area of old bakehouse; unlocked doors are mischievously locked, etc.
Unnamed shop, Frodsham Street, Chester Haunting. 'Little old lady' regularly encountered on shop stairs or first floor landing.
Watergate Row, Chester Ghost. Faceless cowled monk seen separately and on several occasions by mother and daughter in old house in Watergate Street.
Watergate Street, Chester Haunting. Young girl dressed in 17th century clothes; unspecified location.
Watergate Street, Chester Haunting. Ghostly monk; area is close to 13th century friaries.
Watergate Street, Chester Haunting. Ghostly sailor searches cobbled street but vanishes in front of helpful passersby.
Watergates Crypt, Watergate Street, Chester Haunting. Another spectral seaman crosses this wine bar's magnificent medieval stone undercroft with sailor's rolling gait.
WH Samuels, Foregate Street, Chester Ghost. Originally Bear's Paw Inn; staff at this jeweller's claim building is haunted by a ghost called 'George'.
Ye Olde King's Head, Lower Bridge Street, Chester
1. Haunting. Phantom child roams pub, especially bedroom No. 4.

2. Haunting/poltergeist. Messages appear on mirror in bedroom No. 4; items disappear in bedroom No. 6.

3. Ghost. Woman experienced 'shadowy watcher' at foot of her bed in bedroom No. 6.

http://www.hauntedchester.com/

Ouija Dangers

2012-01-28T17:51:00.001-08:00

I had no plan to write a page on Ouija board dangers. However, when I mention to people that I am interested in ghosts, phantoms, spectres and the like, I am often asked, 'Do you use a Ouija board?". When I ask why they think that I might do so, I discover that it is as a result of them watching a particular, 'ghost hunting' series on television.

In my opinion, ghost hunting has absolutely nothing to do with séances, 'table tipping', automatic writing or particularly with the Ouija boards. All such methods of communication are dangerous, but particularly so is the Ouija Board. You will not be contacting the 'ghost' but something else entirely different.

But don't just take my word for it. As you might expect you can easily find a Christian warning on Ouija board dangers but eminent psychologists, doctors and even Spiritualists all agree that Ouija boards are dangerous to participants.
However, it seems to be a common misapprehension that one actually has to be using the board to be adversely affected by one. I can tell you, from my own experience that this is just not true.

I was really into board games as a child. monopoly, life, if it was a game I wanted it. One day while out, I saw a Ouija board for the first time so I ask for it and my mom bought it. It provided many hours of fun but as time went on, I found myself being scared of it for unknown reasons. I kept all my game in the same place but the Ouija was the only one I could see as I walked by that spot.

Years pass and children leave home. They they get the call form home to come by because spring cleaning in being done, toys have been uncovered and they seek your approval but the trash man gets them the next day. My Ouija was one of the things in question. I helped with the cleaning, stayed for dinner, and even stayed the night. Mom ask me to carry the trash to the curb for her the next morning to save her tine before work. I did so and forgot the bag the Ouija so I just set it on top of the trash for pick up. Good thing as the trash was early and all was removed. I owned just the one Ouija in my entire life.

Years pass once more and I get a call from home that some toys had been missed is years past and I'f I've no desire for them, once again the trash man to the rescue. I showed and you guessed it. In the very same room, in the very same place, that Ouija board had came home! She remembered I'll tossed one out already. After we both confirmed that only one was ever bought or purchased, high strangeness was aloft. I called a friend for advice. He told me to break the board into pieces and it would break the hold. It was his theory that each board comes with a spirit that binds itself to the board's owner. I done as I was told and demanded I be allowed to care for the trash the next day.

Trash day came the next day and the board was thrown into the truck and hauled away. It never made it back on the second time around. I still get that same feeling even if I see a board on TV and countless of others have shared their grim stories on the subject as well.

So, if you are 'ghost hunting', and think it would a good idea to try and make contact by mechanical means then please bear in mind the warnings of so many knowlegeable people who normally totally disagree with one another. On the subject of Ouija board dangers, you will find many of them in total agreement.

UFO Encounters

2012-01-20T10:55:00.001-08:00

For some reason, perhaps all the sightings that were reported the first week of the year, but I've been getting a lot of questions on the subject of UFO's and reports. While I ask for the here, they have came from other sites oddly enough. As I have stated before, I'm far from an expert on the subject, I'll be more than happy to share what I know.

Many wish to know the different types of sighting, so we shall address that one first. The classes most researches go by is First Kind Sighting of one or more UFOs at a distance of 500 feet lor less.
Second Kind: Sighting of a UFO with associated physical effects (e.g. heat, electrical interference, etc).
Third Kind: Sighting of an animated being (presumably an alien but not specifically defined as such).
Since Hynek's original classification several more types have been suggested, although these are not universally recognized:
Fourth Kind: Human abduction by an alien. May also include voluntary experiences.
Fifth Kind: Voluntary bilateral contact between humans and extraterrestrials.
Sixth Kind: Death of a human or animal associated with a UFO sighting. Cattle mutilations would fall into this category.
Seventh Kind: The creation of a human/alien hybrid, either by sexual reproduction or by artificial scientific methods.

Some wish to know the best times to perhaps see one. Many suggest that three to four days after the full moon And three to four days after the new moon. There is a pattern that shows Wednesday between the hours of 8:00 and 10:00pm for the first three types and between 2:00 and 4:00am for the last four. The last four types show no patterns of any day being the favorite for the visitor's to make themselves know. More often than not it seems to be random luck unless a "flap" is in progress. A flap is what many sightings repeating over a certain location are called.

Report show that the most promising view areas are around large bodies of waters and hi power lines. Some believe that there's something in the water that they need or they're draining power from our lines. I tend to shy away from the last one because if they are extra-terrestrial, the must operate by a power far greater than electric. It also seem they favor man-made lakes, some thinking it's because the iron content is higher due to them being constructed rather than a run off or ocean.

They shape of the object vary's so must that I'll only cover the two most reported types, that being round and triangle or wing shaped. Reports show they can have either a single light, many lights, or no lights at all. People describe them as either silent or making a "humming" sound like an electric motor. To my knowledge, no certain power have been confirmed.

As far as what they look like goes, there seem to be two major examples, that being the "grays" and the "reptilians" There are some that claim to have see a "hybrid" mix of human and alien, often said to be blonde with a viking sort of features. They theory that some cling to is they're here to try and save their race so their exploring the medical angle to see if they can cross breed with humans. Bigfoot and insect like creatures have be told to have been seen in and around sighting areas too.

I hope this answers many questions that some have. Should you see one, please come forward and report it. Your voice is the main way in which we gather data, since the Government wishes to say they don't exist while still holding files "Above Top Secret.".

Man Made Earthquakes

2012-01-16T12:36:00.001-08:00

Paranormal researchers love a good theory. While I can't say I share a belief in each one I hear, there is one than comes down the pipe that is so scary that it starts to make sense. This is one of those times. I will withold comment on personal thoughts and let the reader think for themselves.

As I've said before I am far from an expert on the subject of UFO's but I do study often on my own time. A colleage I shall call, "Paul" has this as his main interest of study. We had the chance to converse on the field in great lengths today and all it took was the mention of all the recent earthquakes this world seems to be having. Simply saying the the planet is dying or having a growth spurt is too simple for Paul to swallow. I like clear water and Paul seems to gain great joy in stiring my crystal clear streams until they become a muddy puddle. Today wasn't any different.
"It's all that construction of underground bases and labs that we share with those aliens is whats causing all this topside drama!" He stated in a matter of fact tone that he gets when all joking is thrown out the window. "I trust you will change my name with you blog this to your buddies." But of course!" I said knowing he knew me all too well after fifteen years. "Very good then, we shall start at the beginning!" Paul exclaimed as I got comfortable for a place of limbo in "Storyland."

"There are two different types of the bastards, the good and bad if you will." This was the thesis statement of his history lesson of the day. "The first ones were the "Grays" that Kenneth Arnold saw and were connected to the "Foo Fighters" that followed planes in the theater of Europe during the war. Now mind you they were described as round or saucer shaped and held twelve or less in crew. "The got here because they were dying and needed to study us in hopes to save their race. A covert deal was struck between the Government and the aliens. We would supply the "Lab Rats" in exchange for technology that would make us the most advanced country on earth. " As always we got greedy and demanded more. They refused being a peaceful race.

It was at this point I had to interject that this was hardly a new theory." Allow you elders to finish you little shit!" His statement was funny because he is an elder by by four whole month's and is shorter than yours truly! I however gave my blessings to carry on. " It was when we understood "no" to the the ground on which they stood, that we set forth to get said knowledge even if it ment shooting them down and risking a war. Many were lost on both sides in our quest for "global supremacy." This is where we learned how to make things invisible by warping space around an object just as they do. "We did this with a battleship you know in the Gulf Coast." I said yes than movies and books were made about that and they still say it's a hoax now. " That alone you make you look!" Paul said with a chuckle.
He went on to say; "The problem was that living matter could not enter and remain unchanged once visible again." Many vanished never to be seen again, while many were thought insane when the told of insect like creatures on the other side. This is where we found it!" He exclaimed as one that found a large pearl. "Found what, I ask wondering what was leaving "pandora's box" now. " This is where we found out about interdimensional beings and their worlds!" I'm listening I told him." Now here's the grand hoot of it all, son.....

"Those massive generators that warped space also was the key that openend the door between the worlds. So we had to try it again paul said in rather a sad tone. "I fear we openend a door in which we were unable to close. Those creatures soon came in and another deal was made." This is the race of reptiles we hear about." Paul said as a matter of fact. 'So yhey're real?" I had to ask. "Why, as real as your face they are! Hideous bastards void of compassion or remorse they are." "You see for some unknown reason the door could only be openend from our side and we can't shut it."

"So now we have two races to contend with. I ask straight way. 'At one time we did. I have a contact that says the lizzards had all but destroyed them as they were no longer needed." They thought they had the lizzards under control and could track their moves and actions." The bastards got a stronghold now and they're starting to move about freely. Paul went on to say, "Look at how the UFO sightings have changed in the last twenty years. "They're now reporting "Wing shapped" crafts which we have copy in the fornm of fighter jets. At this point I was starting to read ahead of him. "The bigger the craft and when one considers the joint efforts underway between the lizzards as us, the need for larger quarters is a must!" Paul stated as his volume rose over the phone. "And what better place to hide it than under us?" I ask. "Now you're catching on, indeed!" Paul finished.

Now I'm not putting this out as fact so you're welcome to believe it or call it nonsence as you will. It is a grand story that once you have a look at it with an open mind, could very well carry some fact. Something has to be going on rather than just the fact that every fault has got grumpy at the same time. Satellite image's are a dime a dozen so I've little doubt that effective hiding places are going fast. This is one of the stories that one wishes wasn't true but it's that small voice in the back of the mind that will not be slient.

What Makes A Haunting?

2012-01-13T11:53:00.001-08:00

That is a question that people in the field of research have pondered for centuries now. If it was happening to me I'd wish not the why but the how to did rid of it! Many theories abound and could all be an answer.

Some think a haunting can occur if someone has passed suddenly in the area in which the haunting now resides. They think the person died so sudden that they have no clue that their dead. Their confused and still try to go about their lives and interact with the living as they always have.

If an area has seem violence or tragic events, it is said the the event is played over and over again in such a way that it is possible to re-live the events as they happen before. These types usually happen only at certain times and under certain conditions.

There are fans of the theory that if a building is built upon land that was one a burial ground that the spirits become restless and a haunting begins. Given the travels of man if this were so, it would seem everything would be built where someone has left their remains. However, it is said that this will happen only when the burial site has been profaned with the showing of proper respect for the departed.

It is believed that someone can be so found of a place that once dead they still can accept the thoughts of moving on. All places house memories and given the property I grew up on seeing both parents passing and the love they had for it, one would think while I was there I'd gotten a visit but such never came my way. That is not to imply because it never fell my way that it can't be true.[/i]

We do know for a fact that things such as the use of Quija Boards and séance's have been the cause of many so-called haunting's but this can cause in infestation which can be mistook for a haunting. Both can open doors of travel to the spirit world and all sorts of beings that desire to use the living as a pawn for their own reasons. Both of the above should be left alone because some doors are easier opened than closed.

The last theory I will address is one that many colleague's of mine are starting to embrace is the " Dimensional" one. You seen for many years it was thought there were only three. Now many say there can be as many as twenty-six! The thought is that when conditions are just right, that it is quite possible to cross from one unto the other. The believe that there is just a thin wall between them all. Some even believe that "beings" have learn Dimensional travel and can cross at will, thus making Ghost, Bigfoot, Mothman, Aliens and such as travelers from another world so near our own that a mere hair's breath comes between the worlds and us.

We have no doubt that things are seen in this world we call home as people who have more to lose than gain bravely come forward and protest it is real almost daily. There are things out there and just because it hasn't paid you or I a visit means nothing. The next time you feel that cold spot or hear that noise, it may not be the wind but a door that you heard. High Strangeness indeed.....

Bigfoot? Well.......

2012-01-11T15:11:00.001-08:00

A video shot in a remote Russian woodland showed what appeared to be the fabled hairy beast - leading to claims the Abominable Snowman had been caught.

Reports in the country – which is notorious for strange Yeti and UFO sightings – then said the creature was being held by the secret service. The country has had a large number of sightings of both in the last several years. The Russian government official also confirmed a live female Yeti had been captured after the footage showed the beast attacking a sheep and then running away.

But as news of the incredible sighting spread across Russia and the video went viral on internet – including YouTube — the story was exposed as a hoax. The Federal Security Bureau was forced to investigate the claims but denied it had caught the beast. An FSB official said: "News agencies distributed the information without checking the facts. It's a hoax.

"No such creature has been found here." And as always the views differ even behind whats left of the "Iron Curtain." We can trust them given their history of "sharing" information, right?

Mr Marshani, Minister of Labour and Social Development in southern Russian republic Ingushetia, reportedly told a press conference that the hairy creature was spotted by a hunter as it grabbed a sheep near a village. An armed man once again and no shot was fired.

The hunter thought at first it was a bear but then claimed it stood upright and ran away on two legs. No speed was given so how could he be sure it wasn't a bear or an escaped primate of sorts?

Mr Marshani said: "The animal looks like a gorilla, two meters tall, dark colour, likely to be female, a very big creature. He did not say how the sex of the animal was determined. He went on to say that a wittiness reported that the beast fled waking upright on two legs. Many researcher's believe that the length of travel on two legs proves the sighting not to be a known primate or a bear. since both have a limited range on only two legs. Many held their breath in hopes of have another Patterson film on our hands, but it wasn't ment to be.

The footage went viral and led to Russian reports that the fabled creature had been captured.

But today Mr Marshini retracted his quotes, and claimed footage of the Yeti was a stunt to promote a national park in the region.

This garbage is one of the many reasons that researchers are the laughing stock of science. Now I've no issues if you wish to use it as a promotional tool as long as that intent is stated up front, but acts such as these do little more than inflict damage and nothing more. The world of science is a fowl game in which those who wish to leave and embrace the unknown are opened to scorn and the loss of any major funding for research. I've fought the system for over twenty-years and just when I think inroads are being made, the demon of "hoax" hits us with a rock.

Fake Psychics

2012-01-09T13:35:00.001-08:00

I debated about posting this because I wish not to be seen as teaching or endorsing fake people to giving a way to commit fraud. Nor is an attack on any but those who wish to do so. I've seen this method used in real life and on the web to plant lies in your head in hopes of gaining a following and departing one with their money as well. How is this done?

Use broad statements that apply to a large segment of the population in order to fake psychic powers. For instance, telling a client, "You are usually outgoing but sometimes you need time alone" will likely provoke a feeling of agreement, instilling instant confidence in your psychic abilities. Real psychic powers are usually much more specific. Well duh! Who doesn't at one time or another?

Ask a lot of questions in advance in order to fake a psychic reading. Knowing a client's age, marital status, hobbies and family will give you a plethora of useful information for the fake psychic reading and allow you to improvise as you go along. This is their way of gaining knowledge which will be used against you later. Are you gasping for air in awe of their magical powers yet?

Many will tell you that you're under a spell or a curse which has been placed in order to do much harm to you and your love ones. The "Love ones" is the phrase that gets most because, as it should be, it is a off limits area for people. Now they can remove it but it will take several sessions and your hard earned dollars to do so. They claim to "powers" were given them for good but for who's? If they're that caring why not do it just for the sake of helping a fellow human out? Or could it be that profit trumps karma?

Be insistent if you give your client a wrong answer when you fake psychic powers. For instance, if you give her a name that doesn't mean anything to her, simply insist that, spiritually speaking, the person in question is known by more than one name. Never change your answers to make your predictions seem more real to the client. Or the name given is a "spirit guide" send as a go between you and the dearly departed. They may just simply tell you by asking questions that you break the spell or you have angered "The Great Cornholio!

Make your predictions contingent upon repeated sessions when you fake psychic powers. Tell your clients that the predictions will only come true if you are able to see them regularly, in order to help them manage their lives and their futures. This guarantees a steady source of income for you and gives you another out when your predictions do not come true. Who hasn't been burned with this one. Real powers would mean no questions would need to be asked or answered. You would walk in and they would proceed to tell you what you came for.

There you have a baseline to go by that I hope saves you time, money and grief in your life. Many are out for you hard earned dollar and nothing more. Make the all mighty prove to you that are in fact the real deal. Lastly don't fall for that stopping the heart gag either. This is done by placing a ping pong ball in the armpit of the arm the offer for you to check. The pressure blocks the pulse. Let the Hate mail begin! This means if I get hate mail, that means I already predicted it's coming and therefore, makes me a Psychic so leave $200.00 and keep the line moving.....

4:30

2011-12-22T13:51:00.001-08:00

Harold was so glad to be home. He was off until after New Years and thought he'd need every day of it. This was surely the busy time of year with stringing the lights, the traffic, and the lines at the malls. Doris met him at the door with his evening treat of brandy and a kiss, just as she had the last ten years. Young Billy and Marcy waved from in front of the TV as they were known to do. "Dinner will be ready in a bit so rest for a moment." Doris said as she hurried off to the kitchen. He nearly fell into the chair he was so tired. The kids were watching Christmas specials so there would be no news for Harold on TV this night, but he smiled and breathed a prayer of thanks. This had not been a normal year for the Reynolds family.

It all started during a thunderstorm the past March in the old house. The old house needed work but it had a charm than seem to hold the entire family in it's grasp. All was well as they went to sleep to the sound of distant thunder. In the middle of the night Harold and Doris had been awaken by Marcy screaming. They got to the room she shared with Billy at the same time and struggled to be the first through the door. The poor child just sat there in bed, pointing at the foot of the bed and continued to scream. Harold embraced his daughter and began to rock her back and forth while assuring her all was well. "Billy has slept through this!" Doris said as she walked over to check for breathing. Billy was fine and moved a little under the cover.

"Daddy, there was a monster standing there pulling my foot!" Honey, it was just a dream." He said as he pulled her closer and Doris rubbed her head. " It was gray and had big eyes and a big head." Marcy said as she trembled. Both Doris and Harold both check the room and the closet to ensure there was no monster present. It calmed her down but tears still stained her tiny cheek. It was now 4:30 in the morning and Harold knew he would have to be up soon. " I know what you need sweetie." Doris said as she took Marcy By the hand. "When I was little if a monster showed up I got to sleep with mommy and daddy that night so the monster would go away" She told her as they walked down the hall. All was well and Marcy went back to her own bed and slept quietly for over a week.

"Daddy, it's got me me!" The scream filled the house. Once again both dashed into the room to find the same scene played over again. Once again Billy slept through the chaos and proclaimed he heard and saw nothing until they woke him for school the next day. Once again it was 4:30 in the morning. This same play was enacted at least once a week and it got to the point that Marcy feared to come home. It was in October they started the search for a new house.

Many a night Harold had stayed up all night try to catch whatever it was that was tormenting his young daughter. Nothing would be seen, or heard before the screaming would start. He knew that Bighead, (as they named him), was back. How do you protect your family from something you can't catch? He ask himself over and over again. Stress and lack of sleep had taken it's toll to say the least.

Harold jumped as something touched his face. " Honey, dinner is ready!" Doris smiled and leaned in for a kiss. He'd not even been aware of falling asleep. It was meatloaf night and was the favorite of Harold. Doris was a grand cook but her meatloaf was untouchable. When Dinner was over. He helped Doris tidy up and they joined the children in the living room. Marcy had been nightmare free since the move and the family was just starting to remember how to relax once more.

They shared popcorn and watched A Christmas Story laughing and the antics displayed on the screen. When the movie was over, the helped the kids with their prayers and to bed. Harold closed their bedroom door behind and waited for Doris to finish in the bathroom for his turn. After sharing a kiss he turned out the light and quickly feel asleep.

"Harold, wake up." Doris said as she gently shook his shoulder. " Wha.....what is it?" He ask rubbing his eyes. "listen.....just listen." She said while raising up in bed. At first he heard nothing. Then he heard what sounded like claws near the attic. Harold grabbed a 9 iron from the closet and told Doris to go to the Kid's bedroom and lock the door. "Open it for no one but me, you understand?" He told her as he shut them in and stood outside the door until he heard the click of the lock.

The clawing sound was filling the house by this time and he thought he heard something in the wall. Harold as uneasy as any man would be. He was sure that a stint in the Army had him more than ready for one, but the sound said there was many. Harold lost his breath as he noticed the clock in the hall said 4:30. His knuckles turned white around the golf club as he promised himself that the only way "Bighead" was leaving this time was in a body bag.

As he got to the bottom of the stairs , he heard something fall in the kitchen. Using all the stealth he had, he walked through the room checking doors and windows to make sure they were locked, and the were. Just then the lights on the Christmas tree came on in the living room. Harold remembered unplugging them before retiring for the evening. He peeked around the corner and saw noting but the flash of the tree lights. The noise was still coming from everywhere as he slid into the room towards the tree. He had remembered to keep one eye closed so as not to loose all his nigh vision.

He made it to the tree and when he bent over to remove the cord from the outlet, he noticed it wasn't even plugged into the outlet! They're blinking all by themselves! I've got to get upstairs and get them to safety! Harold thought just as he heard something large behind him. "So the stand is made here." He thought as he tried to raise the club over his head. He was standing too close the tree so the upward movement got caught in the branches sending the tree on it's side. Just then he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Now be a good boy, and go back to bed so I can do my job." A voice and a giggle said behind him. Harold turned to look see the jolly fat man standing there grinning with a cookie in the other hand. Harold stood there speechless for what seemed like forever just looking at the rose colored cheeks. " A bit sorry for the noise of the landing but the roof is slick at the moment." He said with a chuckle. "Now off you go! I've a busy night in from of me." He said pushing Harold toward the stairs. "By the way, you've no worries of Bighead anymore since he made the bad list." The man said as he took a drink of milk. Harold felt a tear run down his face and noticed he was starting to chuckle himself.

Harold got to the kids room and found the door open and the room empty. Just for a moment panic struck him as he hurried to the master suite. There he found Doris, Billy and Marcy all asleep and holding a candy cane. He eased in beside them to awake the next day holding a candy cane and the sound of laughter and paper tearing downstairs. Not only was he thankful but he found he had a renewed hope that goodness was still alive and well.

The Deal

2011-12-20T14:39:00.001-08:00

The aging rocking chair cracked and moaned as Mr. Banks sat his large and sizable frame into it after placing another piece of oak into the fireplace. A man of eighty-seven years had seen more than his share of loss in his days on earth. He moved his cold feet closer to the fire and remember when his life was quite different. He had married his high school sweetheart at eighteen and began a life that was straight out of fairy tales. Sure he'd missed the birth of his son while serving his country but Mary's letters painted such a wonderful picture of things that he could almost forgot the jungle he was in had death behind every turn. He knew with every ounce of his being that he would indeed play catch with his son and take advantage of every moment to remind Mary of just how much he loved her. When he got off the plane the first thing he saw was his Darling Mary and his son, who was now waking with no issues. Oh how grand life was! At that instant Mr. Banks forgot all the deeds he begged God to forgive him for as it was either a them or him choice to be made. Life was new and the past was the past. Soon Mary, Henry, and young Henry, began their new life and the dream. They bought a nice home with a big yard and even had the white picket fence they had once joked about having. He started his own real estate business and Mary was making a name for herself in the local PTA and garden club. Soon he was a deacon at the church they attended and Mary taught an Sunday school class. Mr Banks had long since got into the habit of pinching himself when he awoke each day to make sure it wasn't all just a dream. Some of his friends use to chide him about the marks on his arm being made by Mary, but he took it all in stride as he knew the were self-inflicted.

Time went on at a mad pace of delight and business and soon they were caught in the cycle of life that we all find ourselves in. Both had been too busy to see the darkness that was engulfing young Henry Jr as he was well into his teen years. Sure they knew he was sneaking out for a smoke but Mr. Banks seen to reason to yell at the young man since he too had smoked before him all his life. Drugs were unheard of in the "Rockwell" like town and no good citizen would sell a child the devils drink. Henry's mood became darker and the once talkative young man would now just set and stare at nothing for what seemed like hours. No longer did he want to play with the other kids or go fishing with Mr. Banks as they'd spent many Saturday's past. Soon they would hear the floor creek in the hall in the daylight hours and seen young Henry slowing moving toward his bedroom. When as about this Henry would become agitated and grumble about he knew of no law against going to the bathroom in ones own house. Indeed there wasn't but why did he feel the need to be completely dressed for a journey of ten yards? Mr. Banks had spoken to a Doctor friend about young Henry, and the Doctor had assured Mr. Banks that it sounded like noting more than teenage growing pains and he was sure it would pass

. Mr Banks thought he heard something near the door but soon told himself it was just the wind on such a windy evening. As much as he tried to bypass the next memories it was not to be. Mr Bank's remember the newspaper that would soon turn his word to a dark abyss that seem no escape from. The headlines told the story of a manhunt for a 4 year old blonde girl from the other side of town. The screen in the window had been cut and the girl was gone without a trace. The Odd thing was when he told Mary at the breakfast table of the news that young Henry started laughing to the point of tears. Seeing not the humor in the events, Mr Banks demanded to know the reason behind it. "Sorry, I just remember a joke I heard." He told his father as the smile left his face and the stare came home once more. Mr banks was in his office later that day when a State Police Officer entered his small office. "Mr Banks, may I ask you a question?" The man said while showing no emotion at all. Mr's bank though noting of it since people came to his office often in search of someone. He lay his paperwork aside and nodded that he could. " By any chance to you know this item?" The officer ask handing him a open knife sealed in a bag. Mr Bank's was thankful to be setting at that moment because the bag contained a bloody hunting knife that was inscribed "Happy 16th Henry Jr" Of course he knew the knife! He also knew the price and the place of purchase, since it had been less than a year.

"Has something happened to my son?" Mr Banks stuttered as the tears began to flow. " I just need to ask him some questions, Mr Banks, so if you'd come with me, it would be a big help." The officer said as he held opened the door and motioned toward the door. Somehow Mr Banks made it from behind his desk and into the patrol car before the young officer. As they began to drive toward the Banks home, the officer began to paint the most horrid of sites. The missing girls body had been found on a rock and her heart had been removed and was missing. Various symbols of reference's to Satan had been painted in the area using the victims blood. A hunter had found the grisly scene by happenstance and had ran to a homestead and called the police. The knife had been found at the scene. " No way my boy no way!" Mr. Banks said as they rounded the last corner and pulled into the driveway of the Banks home. Mr Banks hurried from the car in such haste that the door standing open had not struck him as odd. He fell to his knees as he found his darling Mary, sitting rocking in the living room floor, laughing with a glazed look in her eyes and blood on her face. There's no way of knowing how long she had set there but there were mounds of her hair pulled out and thrown all around her. She never seemed to notice Mr banks or the officer before her. She just continued to rock and pull hair out by the hand full and toss it to the wind. Mr. Banks threw his arms around his wife as to try to bring comfort but Mary's manner changed not. The officer we through the house and lastly checked the upstairs. It was there the he found the body of young Henry. Henry had cut his own wrists with a razor and had left a note saying he was going to take his rightful throne beside his dark lord. The young girls heard was found in his coat pocket cut into several pieces. The days ahead grew even darker for Mr Banks as the town's folk looked and whispered behind his back that he was the one who brought the devil to their village. Doctors told him that Mary was insane and no hope of recovery besides an Act of God could be wished for. Three years later Mary passed away in her sleep without ever being the love of his life once more. It was then that Mr. Banks had become a recluse in his own him, only to venture out when one must. He had lost all track of time and not took time to notice the storm that was traveling headlong into the valley. Suddenly a loud bust of thunder pulled Mr. Banks from the horrors of the past and the front door sprang open with a large gust of wind. He struggled to rise from his chair to close the door and that's when the smell hit it. Such an odd smell as it was the smell of burning and the odor of something dead at the same time. "Have you missed me old man?" a voice ask behind him. When he turned to look a figure stood in the door way but no features could be made out. Kids had taunted Mr. Banks ever since the death of his son so he wasn't scared since he'd been dealing with it for years. "You've picked the wrong night for such foolishness!" Mr Banks said while talking hold of a stick of firewood.

The front door shut as if blown closed and the figure stepped forward. Mr Banks dropped the piece of wood and fell back into his chair as his aging knees failed him. "No warm embrace for you son?" the figure said laughing as he came close enough to the fireplace to be seen. It was Henry Jr. Or it looked liked him at least. The creature had the biggest black dog at his side that Mr. Banks had ever seen, and the eyes of this phantom matched the dogs, both being black as coal. He wore a long black cloak that he saw maggots fall out of what seem to be pockets. It then smiled and Mr. Banks saw teeth that no human could ever possess. W.......What are you?" Mr. Banks ask as the foul smelling creature leaned forward and licked his cheek. "You called me son once upon a time you silly old coot. And you made the whore you married call me that too." It said as it became enraged. " I was NEVER yours you old fool!" It said as it slapped Mr. Banks in the face. " what happen to you son?" Mr Banks ask while wringing his hands. It was at that that the creature let out a growl so loud that pictures flew off the wall. " Say that once more and I'll have my way with you in hell before the dawn!" It said while contorting it's hands into un-human shapes and fire flew from the claws at the ends of the fingers. "This is a special day for us or have you forgotten?" It ask as it cut Mr. Banks cheek with a nail. At this moment it dawned to Mr Banks. No wonder it was on his mind. He'd not noticed that this was the day his life came to an end. " I've come to offer you a deal." It said as it threw an arm around Mr. Banks and sat in his lap. "You took everything from me years ago so what have you to offer devil!" Mr. Banks said through clinched teeth. It then placed a hand around Mr. Banks throat so tight that he thought his eyes would burst. " Simple really. I have the power to give it all back to you. Your stupid little house and business, even that slut of a creature you called a wife. It can all be your's once more." It said as it blew him a kiss. "This cannot be!" You haven't the power!" Mr Banks shouted. When it rose to it's feet and stomped. it was then he noticed the hoofs where feet once was. Plaster fell from the roof, a crack went up the wall, and fire flew from the outlets in the house. " Do not test me old man as I've power that your God lies when he claims he has! It paused and straightened it cloak and took a breath.

"Must you upset me or our special day seeing as how I've even come bearing gifts?" It said as it pulled up a chair in front of Mr. Banks. "You see...ahem, father, I knew that all you had was mine except that faith that you proclaimed and clung to so tightly. Just like that silly child that helped me to cross over." But I taught you the truth..." Mr Banks said as looked directly in it's dead eyes. " It then pointed a finger and a flame hit the wall directly in from of them! "Lies! All you taught were lies! It said as it pounded it's fist on the arm of the chair. "Where was this God when your darling Mary went mad when she saw the truth? Neither did he show up in the whimper of the child as well." Now I suppose you will say that He has His ways and that sort of thing, am I right? It said with a smile. I've grown tired of this so I will get to my point." It said as it rubbed the head of the beast at it's side. "Renounce this silly farce and I will give it all back to you for your normal span and then I shall return to take what is mine." It said as it reached a hand toward Mr Banks. He thought that all he longed for would be his again. All the walks on long summer days holding her hand would be his again. It seemed so easy. " It is easy old man," it said as if it was reading his mind. "We've all our paths to choose and some, well, are a bit messy. I've come to make things right, father." It said as it healed the cut in Mr. Banks cheek that it had made. "What is it you book says about hate?" It ask. Just then the doors and all the windows imploded and Mr. Banks threw his arms over his face for protection. It was then that he saw a burst of light that seemed as bright as the noonday sun. "My darling Henry" came a voice that still made him giggle even it his present state. "It cannot be, it simply cannot be!" He said as he feared to look. Just them he felt a warm embrace that held his heart since long ago. As He lowered his arms, before his eyes, stood Mary in a glowing robe and more beautiful than even he remembered. " Go away you bitch! the thing shouted as it rose to it's feet. It then made a quick swipe with it's talon like nails that met nothing but air and left no damage. "It's a trick father!" The thing yelled as it shook Mr. Banks. " We have a deal and he was in the process of shaking on it, tell her father!" It said as it jumped in the air. "Is that really you Mary?" Mr. Banks ask as he through his heart wold burst from joy. " Yes darling it is I, and I've come to take you home." Mary said as she kissed his forehead. "He belongs to me you whore! It said as another swipe done no damage as well! " Our son made his choice dear and we must make your's the correct one." This night love is your last night on earth and he knew it. " Mary said while pointing at the beast now starting to smolder. "You would have been happy but a moment and it would be gone. He's claimed many with such tricks!" "Mary said while making a fist. "I'm burning! Was the last statement it made as it went up in black smoke. "Come Henry, home awaits!" Mary said as she reached her hand toward her beloved Henry. Just as he took her hand, he took his last earthly breath and entered the land of the Eternal as promised so long ago.

The Search Continues....

2011-12-18T17:32:00.000-08:00

Oh, how this frustrates me! I knew the New York State case would plunge me into uncharted waters and I ran headlong into the challenge. I've no regrets but I continue to seek a neat container in which to place all the findings, and, still have them make sense! Granted, I don't ask for much! just because one has studied the areas, doesn't place one as a researcher in all areas. Alas, the pleasure a simple haunting can be in getting to the bottom of things! One moment I'm Captain Ahab and I'm pulling my prize behemoth to port and the next moment I am forced to become Don Quixote engaged in a life and death battle with the dreaded demon windmills. This is one deep rabbit hole to say the least! It's almost as if there lies a hidden connection between UFO's, poltergeist, bigfoot, and all other beasts that the human race finds its self entangled with at a moments notice. There are too many reports of all being in the same place at the same time for them not to have a common denominator. This appears in written form far more silly than it does in my mind. What am I missing or yet to figure out drives me almost to the point of tears. Do they work together, are they birthed from the same womb, or do they share something else? I mean we have reports of things matching these descriptions in cave art all the way down to the fiber optic highway were on now. Something is out there and it's joining forces or making it know to us for the first time. Why would a UFO need a bigfoot, or why mock a poltergeist? Here's what we know as a fact; The three together are most often in places on or near a large body of water; They are found in areas know to have crossing points of several leylines; There are always direct contact reported by at least one person. Many will report contact with all three before it's over for them. Is this the work of a single malevolent force that changes forms at will? What if it's an entity that feeds on fear and choose's shape to suit the moment. Perhaps there are twenty-six dimensions to our world as some now believe. I will admit I have my work cut out for me with this one but it's not met up with someone too stupid to give up the search.....until now. High Strangeness indeed.......

Monster Hunter??????

2011-12-12T15:21:00.001-08:00

I have indeed met some wonderful people over the last twenty-years of travel. Many I've barely managed to stand in awe of their intelligence and insight, and at other times I've pondered which asylum was one resident shy. During which time I've heard this line of work, (if you call it that), classed as many things. Today, a colleague of mine simply called us, "monster hunters"! This was a first for me as the tittle conjured up several images of vaudeville That may have etched a smile on my face. Hiding behind a creaking castle door with a hammer to bean the monster in the head as it's enters for it's act of mayhem. Throwing a flea infested cat onto a werewolf, knowing the feline will be more than happy to share! replacing all the packets of blood with ketchup at a blood bank to have a cheap laugh at a hungry vampire's expense. Oh the tears that would roll down my face to place a match between a Bigfoot's toes and light it! Or the twisted amusement to the horror of an ET when he understood you'd been to a "sex shop" just the case such an even every befell you and he too was getting probed.! Sick, twisted, deranged? Welcome to my world lads! When the prey is as elusive as mine and all the hours spent in darkened silence, one does what one must to keep from being over the top serious. I suppose us "monster hunters", have a different thought process than many and that may or may not be a good thing. I believe that all of use have our idiosyncrasies and none of them out of place to the keeper of such. I like to think that each of us have been given gifts to allow us to be at terms with the "bubble" in which we must dwell. Many of us are misfits who are unsuited to other vocations and could not exist in the everyday pace of most. I like who I am and I love what it do. Sane? Most likely not by world standards, but harmless with the exception of the grudge both my shin and toes seem to have against furniture that lurks in the dark awaiting an encounter with those who must travel the path at a moment's notice. I just think it's a wonderful thing for someone to be able to suggest different terminology for your vocation that make you see it in a different light. No matter how much one enjoy's what one does, there are times when it can become stale or just simply tiring. I'd just never thought of myself as a monster hunter before today. Perhaps I should have this embossed on business cards......high strangeness indeed.....

Day 5 Notes

2011-12-09T14:54:00.001-08:00

As this journey into high strangeness raises the drawbridge for the final time, I'm at a loss. At loss because I know there are much more to be discovered here and also because it has forced my thinking out of it's most comfortable and well worn box. I wish I could say that we have a Bigfoot or a crashed spacecraft, one bloody alien even, alas we do not. The second ridge that I wrote of in day four, concealed a house, a very normal looking house, that sat alone with a common dirt drive. We did see boot tracks where the floodlight was seen the previous night. Standard military issue. Granted this proves nothing since they can be purchased with all ease. One must remember this signs making this government property. Oh, how I longed to venture down and have a go at the house, but a nagging voice in my head said to proceed no further. The zoom on the camera showed many wires entering the dwelling but it looked normal otherwise. The dirt dive has a gate and a sign is posted on the other side, warning to keep out I'm sure. And what of the floodlight of the past night? Were we seen or close to being seen? I guess we may never know. As we started our climb up toward Sector C, My colleague Bruce caught the shape of something large at the top in a rocking motion as if it was trying to make us out. I did see what appeared to be something large standing near a large oak at the peak. We broke in a run towards the top as fast as the wet leaves and soil would allow. Once we reach the top a stench was present that reeked of wet animal. To the left of the tree where the sighting occurred the earth surface was a rock outcast. Now we all saw the same shape on the same side of the tallest oak at the top of the ridge, yet not a single track either on earth or rock! Our hiking boots were leaving tracks but nothing else was. The FLIR did show a heat signature but it could have been either "it" or one of the three of us. It is so easy to watch a show on TV and comment on how someone else could've missed something but it's a different story to discover your own camera around you neck while hoping a heart attack is not in progress. To say I was mad, would not come close, for I may have hated myself as much as a human could muster. Forgive myself, perhaps, forget never! As we waited and listened not a sound was heard. One would think if it was perhaps a bear, the racket of escape would be heard. Nothing but silence and our breath filled the air. If said phantom was a bear, not only was it full grown but it was standing on it back legs as well. No scratch marks were found on the tree or the ground. Nothing was observed in the trees either. Looking on the map, the oak in question, was in perfect alignment with the tip of the triangle on our map! Everything seems to evolve around the triangle and the blasted thing refuses to release any answers. Just then we noticed a white powder like substance on our boots. Now none of us remember seeing anything of this nature so we had to run through in while in pursuit of the phantom. Samples are taken and will seen to a lob ASAP. 0119 hours, we have settled in the three points of the triangle for the night unless drawn away by something else. 0207 hours the hum is back but instead of around us, it seems to be moving south to north. and, getting louder every moment that passes. As this hum was nearly on us, a helicopter flew over drowning all other noise out. To dark to make out a color but not a single light was on! Such flight is an FFA violation and it was near treetop level and the wind send both tripods and cameras crashing to the ground. Little doubt seven cameras are destroyed as they were gathered in pieces. The hum has stopped and the helicopter never slowed down. It would be easy to point fingers and yell government but it was simply too dark to make a judgement. Such flights are common in drug running and that made me nervous. 0337 Hours A loud thump was heard as if a rock was thrown or a large object was dropped. noting was seen unless one of the remaining camera's caught it, and it only happened once. Worthy to note is for a fleeting moment at a time the "wet animal" smell comes through in the breeze but nothing seen or heard. I still can not help but wonder what all this has to do with three EMP spots than form a triangle. If the area is strong enough to affect our compass, how can a helicopter fly that low and not appear to be effected? We all seem to devlop headache if we remained in the triangle for longer than an hour. And what of the house and the fresh tire tracks? I guess we will just have to gather what facts we can and see what kind of photo it makes. The lab said the "white powder" of our boots was Magnesium oxide and Potassium oxide . Magnesium oxide is used in cement and used for relief of heartburn and sore stomach, as an antacid, magnesium supplement, and as a short-term laxative. Potassium oxide is found in fertilizer so the only question is how did we go through a fresh patch that was still dry at this late hour? How it it still be powder a half-hour before dark? We saw no signs of other humans in this area until the chopper flew over so how did both chemicals just happen to form just before our mad dash? What of the lights and shadows that appear and disappear only to appear again a football field away without a sound? What was the phantom that paid us a visit? Are beings using portals that exist here, and if so, just what are they? The file shows 556 different UFO sightings all describing the same craft. This close to major cities, why would the government risk the crash of an experimental aircraft that could not be covered up? If it's from another country, surely we would show our might in the air at the same time. We shall look long and hard at the tapes and recordings and compare notes. To declare myself lost on this one would be an understatement.

Day 4

2011-12-08T15:03:00.000-08:00

I decided that we would use the hour or so at dusk to climb the ridge to see if the aircraft from the night before had indeed landed for a moment. The climb was steep and took a good deal of work. Reaching the summit one can see a valley down below nestled against another ridge. This land is marked no trespassing and ownership is stated to be government. I gave the pair the option to stay or wait but I'd come too far to turn back because of a sign on a tree. Now I do not condone trespassing or the fracture of any laws, I went on against better judgement. The valley between the two ridges is covered in grass and the ground is still somewhat soft. Scanning the area shown no signs that anything with any sort of mass could have touched down even for a moment. There was a light that came on the other ridge that reminded me of a spotlight and panned from left to right and then appeared to go back over the other side. Given that it's hunting season I'd suspect that someone is looking for a trophy. To my disdain I see another ridge in our future tomorrow. Returning to the top, we made our way down to B Sector. So far many things have been confirmed from the file as being fact. But why here? Not there's anything wrong with it but it don't make sense still. Sometimes a low frequency hum can be heard and felt both. It puts one in mind of an electric motor but at a much lower pitch. Something broke a tree over and no tracks were found around it nor did it appear to have any sort of bug or blight. One single tree in the midst of several tree's being the only one touched. The break is about five feet off the ground and it's a fresh break. No dead limbs or signs of anything hitting the cedar that would cause such damage. Almost as if it was chosen to serve as a marker of sorts. There are reports of this behavior in Bigfoot, and Bigfoot has been reported to be seen in this area. Of note, as wet as it is we have seen no tracks or encountered any smells that are associated with said primate. 0225 Hours, the hum reported earlier has returned. As odd as it sounds it sounds as though it travels in the treetops but nothing has been see as of yet. We did find three different spots in A sector where the compass would just spin and just go haywire. The three location's form a triangle on a map that points northwest. 0517 hours, there were three strobe like flashes of light, one each of red, yellow and blue and then vanished. No sound whatsoever was detected. After checking the map, the lights seen were in perfect alignment with the triangle noted on the map. While it is strange, we have no evidence that it anything more than happenstance. Also strange is the the caves and chambers both are to the northwest as well. All indications appear that there is a direct involvement between it all. Why would everything center around the caves and the chambers if no connection was there? I must admit to wondering if the theories of vortex's and another dimension is not only possibile but proving it's self at this time. Much research will be needed to answer any questions it would appear.

Day 3

2011-12-07T13:25:00.001-08:00

Well it was interesting and disappointing both to find on the digital recorder's a tone that while almost drowning out the chanting, while placing the same tone on all the recorders for the same length and at the exact same frequency. While you can hear other sounds faintly it's almost as though someone or something did not want the recording made. Of note, all recorders function fine thereafter and again today. We will try to duplicate the tone later this day. How can the same tone get recorded on three different recorder's at least a hundred yards apart and not be heard by the human ear! Another thing of note is that several electrical pulse's have been registered and in some areas the compass will not read correctly but in say five hundred feet, they return to normal. Lights were seen by all and eluded capture even with the camera ISO set at 1600. The seem to vanish and appear at will and none behave as one can expect swamp gas to. Even at the fastest shutter speeds, either the light wasn't caught or it was just a streak on the image. One simply has to conclude they are under intelligent control. They were roughly the size of a basketball and changed colors in a random fashion. The three of us can attest to the fact that when a light was approached that said light moved in the opposite direction, and at the same speed as the person! Oddly enough the lights that were seen all seem to desire to reach either the cave or one of the stone chambers. If it wasn't for the color shifts and movement, one would embrace the theory of "ball lighting" but for lighting to be that close I see no reason that it would not be damaging both to person and camera. The are a large number of "Ley Lines" mapped in the area and further study of the subject is needed. It is said the where the lines are present that said area will contain a vortex or portal to another dimension. At 0445 hours, what sounded like three cargo helicopters flew over and sounded as though they landed briefly behind a ridge to the north and became airborne shortly thereafter. While Cloud cover did not provide a positive ID, they did have that distinct twin-blade sound. Skies did clear just before our departure at 0704 hours. Many questions fill my mind this morning as I'd like to sleep but can't. How can three people experience the same thing, and the same time, and not be together? How can a light move toward someone and then move away as if to avoid capture? Why would helicopters be landing in the woods in what one would refer to as nowhere? I can't see how a repair could be done in what seemed like three minutes in broad day light, much less in darkness. We shall venture over that ridge today and see whats there.

Day 2

2011-12-06T13:04:00.001-08:00

Bloody chilly with light rain, making some of my injuries from the past rather unhappy. No lab reports came in so still "flying blind" is regards to some information needed. No underground cables were found and the gear has be encased in plastic. All the cloud cover had made the area quite dark and the raindrops on fallen leaves can play tricks on ones mind. It's a popular theory that spirits will drain batteries in order to gain energy to manifest. This is why the the day before you leave test batteries behind to see if abnormal drainage has occurred. Just make sure you film the batteries being tested before and after. Some EVP spikes were recorded but could be nothing more than natural deposits to blame. There is a report in the file that the FFA has warned pilot's of an strong electromagnetic field in this area, but that's not been confirmed at this moment. Another theory is that runny water can cause the spikes as well. Due to all the past history of mining, there could very well be a running water stream in some of the leftover tunnels. There are signs of satanic graffiti sprayed in the area but could be the work of kids as a prank given the history of the area. One odd thing is that some of the areas inside the mines appear as they have just been sealed in the recent past. One could surmise that it was a natural happening due to the unstable timbers or the shift of the earth. The walls show telltale signs of chisel and tooling marks ruling out natural causes. The question is why that some areas have been seal while others have been left open. It would be far more cost effective as a safety measure to just seal the main entrance if safety was indeed the factor. There are jeep and ATV tracks in the area along fresh boot prints. I would label this, given the time of year to hunters, but if so, all must shop at the same places and purchase the same items. Of note however, is the lack of animal tracks and sounds. Both are a common findings where humans frequent on a regular basis. the ground is, however, soft enough one would think that even a raccoon would be bound to weigh enough to leave a trail. Openings also show no sign of hibernation or bedding areas but large animals would be more prone to bed in higher areas for an added safety factor. Also many are nocturnal as well. Lack of natural food supply makes the the chances of larger animals staying in the area unlikely. Area is also strangely quiet with the exception of the sound of a automobile in the distance. Due to the size and lack of manpower, we shall cover "A" sector marked out both via GPS and map.

Five hours after sundown and a light was spotted in the east. Not sure what it was or how long it was there. Sighting could not have lasted more than a few seconds at best. Several hot spots on the FLIR but during the time it took to get there whoever or whatever was there has passed without leaving a trace. No distant sounds of anything of size trying to make a getaway. everyone on high alert in case the area is being used by cults. It is worthwhile to note since on the subject, no signs of "altars" or sacrifice have been uncovered although the file contains evidence of in the past. We did hear the sound of a large helicopter but it was either in the clouds or not bothering with flying but the rules. The sound grew silent as it went north. Still no sight or sounds of animals even after all this time in darkness so that makes on wonder even more about the hits on the FLIR. Worthy of note is that the three of us heard what one could call a low "chanting" sound in an speech that will put you in the mind of Latin. We were in different parts of the sector when it chant was overheard and almost at the same time. Of not as well the sound seem to come from all directions at the same time. Sound travels different in rain and given my hearing as not the best, I have to rely of the team and the gear more than ever on this one. Nothing was seen but the recorders hopefully captured this. Given the steady rain it would be plausible with a slow stealth movement to catch one unaware. No hits on infrared but the sound continues in a 360 degree fashion. After a night's sleep, we shall check the recorders quickly for any evidence.

Day One thoughts

2011-12-05T17:37:00.001-08:00

The weather hasn't moved in yet but this far up in the North Eastern part of the US, the rain may deploy as the frozen type. We have the most gear on-hand that we've ever had easy access to at one time. I wanted to leave no stone uncovered due to the facts that it's outdoor area has both caves and open spaces. Sighting cover the gamut from odd lights, hooded figures, UFO's, and phantom beings. Word also of many vehicles bearing "issued plates" have been spotted late at night as well. Soil samples will disclose the major minerals present and any traces of substance not native to this region. Also will check for gases, high EVP levels, and will need to consult map's for underground cables, and to see if the area is enroute to airports. Over a hundred years past the area was mined for it's ore and many underground caverns are know to exist. All this acreage and only a three-person team. Budget just wasn't there to bring on anyone else so we must trudge on and make do. I think the thing that bothers me the most at this point is, we have all these things that can measure what is here, but how do you measure what you're unsure of? Furthermore, we are taught to take baseline readings and then more readings in the process. How can one be sure that this proves anything more than either the readings have changed of they haven't? Simply said that is all they can prove! The rest can only be speculation and conjecture. As I've said before, we still need that "test ghost", to prove any one this one way or another. Sure one can report of the feeling of a cold spot or "goosebumps" but, it is outside and how many elements in the known word can trigger such an effect of us mortals. How do we prove this? If we locate Bigfoot, do I charm it with my wit while one of the others looks for a big rock? If a UFO flies over do we flip it off in hopes it lands because it has "air rage" and wants a fight? We have no generator, so bringing a vacuum to trap a phantom is not happening. Hooded figure could be a cult and that could be real problems. Just the three of use could not' surround a group of any size so there goes any tactical advantage. Truth is, the paranormal has been chased for years and were no closer to proving it's exist or it doesn't. Hence the feeling of doing things the same tired way and the same tired methods all the while expecting different results. Perhaps we should have just brought rain gear and a toaster for each. I believe it's at the stage of the game now that nothing less than a subject to study will change any minds for the better. Yes, Ghost Hunting in the real world in much different than the fantasies than many allow the TV to fill their minds with. It's the two-minute warning and the paranormal world is down two touchdowns. We have enough evidence at hand to prove things have been seen. The questions are can we prove what the are or aren't? I guess I'm getting ahead of myself because if it's all of this earth, who's to say if it ever gets past this post. I guess as one ages and gets fooled by person after person, and thing after thing we become skeptical by default. After all, I am not in this field to prove something right or wrong. I am here to find the truth and it just seems to stay out of reach.

EVP Mistakes

2011-12-05T12:15:00.001-08:00

I just finished watching one of the less watched paranormal shows and I see the same mistake again! Here someone is running around with a recorder trying to capture EVP's! This happens on nearly all these shows! Time to bust some bubbles! If you want to get famous or be on TV, you'd have a much greater chance if you just grew a big butt and leaked a sex tape. Now, it you really want to do this, now is the time to learn before bad habits are formed.

So what is sound?

Sound is made by creating audible vibrations that travel through matter and reach our eardrums. There are frequencies of sound that humans cannot hear. Now notice that sound travels. This means if you heard a noise, it was leaving from the source and traveling toward you. Without fail, all on these shows go in the direction in which the sound is moving, instead of the direction from which it came! Can you see the flaw here??? They can't find it because they're moving away from it. Not to mention, if one is using the microphone that is built into the device, the chances are great that either clothes or your own fingers will either cover or rub against it. Not to mention, the closer it is to one's own body, the more likely it is to pick up the normal sounds of the holder. Now this is fine if you wish to scare your friends so try to be a "youtube" hit, but it simply isn't practical if you are trying to prove or disprove something to a public that thinks it's a waste of time already. The speed of sound depends on the medium in which it travels. In general, sound travels faster through solids than through liquids or gases. Also, the denser the medium, the slower sound will travel through it. The same sound will travel at a different speed on a cold day than it would on a warm day.

The best way to get a good recording it either place the recorded in the middle of the room, which may make it hard to judge direction, or, place a different microphone in each corner of the room. Yes, more cost and more effort but better results.

White Witch of Rose Hall Hoax

2011-12-04T14:42:00.000-08:00

Now I love a good Ghost or Paranormal story as much as the rest. If not, this field would not have held me captive for over twenty years. What bothers me is when I find out that legend's are being reported as fact and seems to be indeed popular in today's world. That being said, lets talk a look at the White Witch of Rose Hall. The story of how a beautiful young girl became the most feared and ruthless women in the Caribbean all started with a novel! That's correct a book! The White Witch of Rose Hall, was written by Herbert G. De Lisser and was published in 1929. His story begins in 1831 as a bookkeeper named Robert Rutherford was in the Caribbean to lean the sugar trade. He arrived at Rose Hall shortly after John Palmer's passing, and was greeted by the lovely and now owner, Annie Palmer. Attraction sparks flew from both and soon he was both lover and was hired to help administer the plantation. Thereafter, he learned that Annie had moved with her Parent's to Haiti as a young girl and was taught the black arts. Her parents then died and she moved to Jamaica where she met and married John Palmer who passed mysteriously as Annie's two former husbands. Although Rutherford was enchanted with Annie, he also had an eye for his young housekeeper named, Millicent the daughter of Takoo the most feared voodoo priest on the island. Said Millicent warned Robert of Annie's mean streak and dreaded powers. He passed it off as no more than idle chat. Annie was soon to find out about the affair and places a curse on Millicent and she becomes deathly ill. Takoo and some slaves, fueled by fear and hate take their revenge and kill Annie in her bedroom, ridding the place of the evil one.

Lets move on now to the legend of Rose Hall. It began as a sugar plantation by the name True Friendship by a man named, Henry Fanning. Fanning soon met and married Rosa Kelly, a local Pastor's daughter. Fanning passes six months later and Rosa marries twice more before her final marriage to John Palmer in 1767. John and Rosa built the hall between 1170 and 1780. John's grandnephew John Rose Palmer inherited the plantation and in 1820 met and married Annie May Patterson-later to become the White Witch of Rose Hall. When John passed, Annie was said to have left his body in the bed and even took other lovers to take her as she lay beside his dead body. Annie was said to leave both a trail of bodies and a legacy of perversion, and was feared by all. It was claimed that she loved to beat the help and even watched from her balcony as they were whipped without mercy. It's even said that when one displeased her, she chopped of the head and had it placed in a pole in the tropical heat as a reminder to the rest. It is told that the evil was so great that it "marked" the property with both sightings and cries for help. Keep in mind that Rose Hall is a Tourist spot on the island.

What is the real story? Glad you asked! In a 1965 report by Geoffrey Yates, who was an Assistant Archivist at the Jamaica Archives, found his report published in the Sunday Gleaner, under the tittle, "Rose Hall, Death of A Legend" Annie Mary Patterson was born in 1802 in England and traveled to the Caribbean as a child. Here's where it gets good. Instead of learning the black arts in Haiti, her childhood was normal ! Now it is true that she married John Palmer at the age of 18 but they were far from rich. By the time they married there was a great deal of debt and not opulence. John died seven-years later, several thousand pounds in debt and left Annie little or nothing. Now the rich plantation full of slaves as repeated today. She soon moved to another part of the island, never to marry again and passing in 1846 herself. Records show that when John passed he was buried as shown in the Saint James Parish Register, leaving the story of sex by his body a lie. There is not one single thread of evidence of her cruelty, her being murdered, or entombed on the property. The Daily Gleaner notes that, "Practically every statement made about the leading characters of Rose Hall is contrary to the evidence contained in the records at this time."(Gleaner 1966)

While I am sure that much money has been made by the story, the evidence proves it just a story and nothing more. Perhaps it is something that parents told their children to keep them in line as the boogieman was told when I grew up. The thing that bothers me is it is still being past on by some paranormal TV shows as the real deal! As of this post, I've never been to the island nor do I have any contacts there. This was done by record search and the desire to know the truth. The question we may never have the answer to is, was this the work of lazy research, or did someone get a free island Holiday in exchange for free promotion? I have no giant budget or staff behind me and I found this out?? It is time we get the facts straight or seek employment elsewhere. All this does is give the paranormal field a black eye to match the one it already has. Now I could have just swept it under the rug and let people go on believing it is haunted by the White Witch and many would, and will, believe talking heads on TV over the fact. The matter is I have to live with me, and I simply wish no part in a lie....High Strangeness indeed.....

Somebody is Cheating.......

2011-11-24T09:08:00.001-08:00

A person apparently responsive to psychic forces.
See medium (sense 6).
adj. also psy·chi·cal (-kĭ-kəl)
Of, relating to, affecting, or influenced by the human mind or psyche; mental: psychic trauma; psychic energy.
Capable of extraordinary mental processes, such as extrasensory perception and mental telepathy.
Of or relating to such mental processes.

Read more: http://www.answers.com/topic/psychic#ixzz1ednuOYK3

Now that we got that out of the way, I'd like to say Happy Thanksgiving to all, and provide some information from a bit of research I done on my own time. One of the first things a paranormal researcher me be is a skeptic. Otherwise, all you think you see or hear will either be a spirit, demon, bigfoot, UFO, or various other things not of the word. Now, after over twenty years, I can still be wrong, but it's another thing to make a fool out of me. Psychics can charge anywhere from fifty-dollars to over a thousands for a one-hour reading. That is good money even in today's high prices. I always wondered if they were real so the results of my study are published here for the very first time. Aren't you the lucky ones! This study took place over some years and went from New York to Florida. Just under fifty psychics were investigated, ranging from unknown to fairly well know. Readings were paid in cash so as not to leave a name trace in case "networking" was involved, an open mind was kept, and, just in case some sot of telekinesis or mind reading was at work, a different, yet false story filled my head and thoughts. Each one ask my name before hand. You say you know things but can't tell me my name??? Not off to a good start to say the least. This was always followed by a series of questions that if done in a court of law, is considered leading a wittiness. "I see you coming into some money." Yes this was true since payday was next week. "You may be in store for some health issues" Yes, again. true, since my runny nose showed I was under the power of allergies at the moment. " You are a seeker of the truth." Duh, why else would I be here?? This they of Q&A filled the hour. In all seen, not a single one was able to display any powers or skills that could remotely be considered "not of this world." Some made statements that were correct and would still be for 99.999% of the people, 99.999% of the time. Some even slipped with the voice of the being they were said to "channel" at the moment. At the very end, the truth of the visit had to be told got gather the response to the information all missed. Some, still stood firm by their claims of "psychic ability" while others cursed. Not a one could or would comment on why their "powers" did not see this coming and call the bluff. I noticed on some websites the disclaimer " for entertainment purposes only ". I found out this is a legal loophole so you can't sue them for a refund if their wrong or you find fraud.

Now I am not meaning to imply that some out there may be real. I am however, pointing out that homework should be done before you toss your hard earned money to the winds of blind faith. I done this study for myself to try to obtain the answer I sought and found the information useful as well to help you guard your rights as a consumer and hopefully, save you a buck as well. Strange times indeed....

Mutilations Update

2011-11-20T17:54:00.001-08:00

New information leads one to believe that the mutilations at least among livestock to be of earthly beings. Stories of unmarked helicopters seen in the area shortly before the cattle were found, and, some treetops we chopped off as if by blades. The question is why are private heard's being taken without any notice, much less compensation provided by the owners? Sure the government still says it was natural causes such as wolves, or cults, but since when can an animal go to school to obtain the supreme skills of a surgeon? I get it, Wile E. Coyote lost his taste for bird and has since turned to beef! I'll admit I'm dumb, but I'm far from stupid. What ""cult" has the means to such extreme skills and funding and yet remained "under the radar"? None than I am aware of. If it's aliens, why has some labs found traces of known Pharmaceutical drugs uncovered in some cases? Not only that but why is the organs taken that trace elements of drugs can be found in? What are the chances, I wonder, of aliens from some far-away galaxy utilizing atropine to sedate cattle before systematically butchering them? Personally, I’d say the chances are practically zero.

In other words, while it is unlikely to satisfy those who so desperately wish to believe that the mutilations are the work of bug-eyed aliens from distant worlds, the presence of atropine in a significant number of the reports coming out of Dulce suggests we may be looking at a definitively home-grown operation – but one that utilizes the alien-motif as a convenient cover – focused on matters relative to biological-warfare and, perhaps, concerns about such worrying, and growing, issues as Creutzfeldt-Jacob-Disease, or Mad-Cow Disease, as it is more commonly known.

Someone, at an official level, it might well be argued, is deeply concerned about emerging viruses in the food-chain, and is secretly sampling cattle across the nation to determine the state of their health. Those engaged in such activities, however, are very happy to have you think the killings and mutilations are the work of aliens. Don’t fall for their ruse.

Raining What???

2011-11-20T15:27:00.001-08:00

All of us know what rain is, and most of us are under the impression that it's either, water, ice, or space debris that can fall from our skies. I was too until researching another case when I found examples of the following "showers" listed below.

Flesh and Blood
In 1890, Popular Science News reported that blood rained down on Messignadi, Calabria in Italy - bird's blood. It was speculated that the birds were somehow torn part by violent winds, although there were no such winds at the time. And no other parts of the bird came down - just blood.
J. Hudson's farm in Los Nietos Township, California endured a rain of flesh and blood for three minutes in 1869. The grisly fall covered several acres.
The American Journal of Science confirmed a shower of blood, fat and muscle tissue that fell on a tobacco farm near Lebanon, Tennessee in August, 1841. Field workers, who actually experienced this weird shower, said they heard a rattling noise and saw "drops of blood, as they supposed...fell from a red cloud which was flying over."

Fish
FISH

A powerful whirlwind might explain a rain of small fish, but it cannot account for the ones that fell on a village in India. As many as 10 people reported picking up fish that weighed as much as eight pounds that had come crashing down on them.
In February, 1861, folks in many areas of Singapore reported a rain of fish following an earthquake. How could the two possibly correlate?
Golfers dread gathering clouds and a rain that might ruin their game. But imagine the consternation of several duffers in Bournemouth, England, in 1948 who received a shower of herring.
Priests often pray for blessings from above... but fish? In 1966, Father Leonard Bourne was dashing through a downpour across a courtyard in North Sydney, Australia, when a large fish fell from the sky and landed on his shoulder. The priest nearly caught it as it slid down his chest, but it squirmed away, fell to the flooded ground and swam away.
These things don't always happen in a heavy rain. In 1989, in Ipswich, Australia, Harold and Degen's front lawn was covered with about 800 "sardines" that rained from above during a light shower.
This report is most unusual: In an otherwise clear sky in Chilatchee, Alabama in 1956, a woman and her husband watched as a small dark cloud formed in the sky. When it was overhead, the cloud released its contents: rain, catfish, bass and bream - all of the fish alive. The dark cloud had turned to white, then dispersed.

Stones and Worms
On September 4, 1886, a shower of warm stones purportedly fell on the offices of the News and Courier in Charleston, South Carolina. The first shower occurred around 2:30 in the morning and then was repeated at 7:30 and then again at 1:30 in the afternoon. As far as any observers could see, the stones fell only over a small area directly above the newspaper offices. They came down with great force and even broke apart on the pavement. The rocks were described as polished pebbles of flint with the smallest being about the size of a grape and the largest as big as a hen’s egg. Many of the stones were gathered up and saved but I was unable to learn what may have become of them. In November 1921, rocks began to fall from the sky over the town of Chico, California. J.W. Charge, the owner of a grain warehouse along the Southern Pacific Railroad tracks, complained to City Marshal J.A. Peck that someone was throwing rocks at his building everyday. Peck, believing it was nothing more than local youngsters playing pranks on the man, paid little attention to the report. His conclusions, after a very brief investigation, were that he had seen the stones fall but could not explain them. He suspected that “someone with a machine was to blame.” The stones remained a nuisance to Charge but were largely ignored by everyone else until a few months later, on March 8, 1922. On that day, stones ranging in size from peas to baseballs came raining down on the warehouse, seemingly from nowhere. They continued to fall for days and a search by police officers of the area failed to find anyone throwing the rocks.

In the days that followed, Charge’s warehouse sustained quite a bit of damage, from broken windows to split boards and collapsed roof shingles. Stones also began to rain down on a cluster of houses that were located near the railroad tracks and individuals who stood in the open, perhaps trying to determine the source of the mysterious projectiles, were often struck. The investigators and officials present often became targets too. Fire Chief C.E. Tovee and Traffic Officer J.J. Corbett were narrowly missed by a large boulder that came from nowhere and struck a wall behind the spot where they had been standing just moments before. The force of the stone’s impact left a large dent in the wood.

The fall of stones continued throughout most of the rest of the month, attracting a large amount of publicity and a number of curiosity-seekers. The origin of the stones was never solved but a Professor C.K. Studley added to reports by saying that some of the rocks were so large that they “could not be thrown by ordinary means”. He also noted that they did not seem to be of meteoric nature. The famous chronicler of anomalies Charles Fort asked a friend, writer Miriam Allen deFord, to go to Chico to investigate personally. Throughout March a series of articles appeared in the San Francisco Chronicle and the rocks were described as being warm and “oval-shaped”. Miriam Allen de Ford, wrote: “I looked up in the cloudless sky and suddenly saw a rock falling straight down, as if becoming visible when it came near enough. This rock struck the earth with a thud and bounced off on the track beside the warehouse, and I could not find it.” She also stated that at one point a rock fell from the sky to “land gently at my feet.”

Scientific American from February 1891 had another tale of strangeness from the skies concerning the Valley Bend district of Randolph County, West Virginia. It seems that over the course of that winter, they were several occasions when ground was thickly covered with worms. Since the snow had been two feet deep at the times when the worms were discovered, and there was a hard crust on the top of it, they seemingly fell from the sky along with the fresh snow. They were said to be a species of ordinary “cut worms” and were abundant enough that a “square foot of snow can scarcely be found on some days without a dozen of these worms on it.”

Frogs
In 1873, Scientific American reported that Kansas City, Missouri was blanketed with frogs that dropped from the sky during a storm.
Minneapolis, Minnesota was pelted with frogs and toads in July, 1901. A news item stated: "When the storm was at its highest... there appeared as if descending directly from the sky a huge green mass. Then followed a peculiar patter, unlike that of rain or hail. When the storm abated the people found, three inches deep and covering an area of more than four blocks, a collection of a most striking variety of frogs... so thick in some places [that] travel was impossible."
The citizens of Naphlion, a city in southern Greece, were surprised one morning in May, 1981, when they awoke to find small green frogs falling from the sky. Weighing just a few ounces each, the frogs landed in trees and plopped into the streets. The Greek Meteorological Institute surmised they were picked up by a strong wind. It must have been a very strong wind. The species of frog was native to North Africa!
In 1995, reports Fortean Times Online, Nellie Straw of Sheffield, England, was driving through Scotland on holiday with her family when they encountered a severe storm. Along with the heavy rain, however, hundreds of frogs suddenly pelted her car.

Now all these stories remind me of the battle between Moses and Pharaoh in the Old Testament Book of Exodus, that being the case of plagues to soften the heart of a dictator to set his slave free. But what of the above wonders you might ask? Many theories have been offered from meteorology to paranormal, but no conclusive answers have been able to provide a suitable explanation for every occurrence listed above and said list is far from exhaustive. All that can be said as face is mankind has always seen unknown events from the heavens above, and as long as we walk the earth, may always encounter. High strangeness indeed......

Hell Hounds

2011-11-17T15:51:00.001-08:00

Hellhounds are deadly supernatural beasts which serve demons.

Described as demonic pitbulls, hellhounds are ferocious, terrifying, mindless monsters.

They can serve Crossroad Demons, but are known to serve other demons.

They are know for collecting the souls of people whose deals are come due. The term "appear" is used loosely, however. Hellhounds can only be seen by those whom they have come for, making them a sort of reaper of the damned. When not under the employ of Crossroads Demons, Hellhounds sometimes act as foot soldiers and guard dogs. Some say that they guard the gates of Hell as well. Their true form hasn't been fully documented, as those who see them generally don't survive the encounter. However, lore depicts them as black with red eyes, terrifying and ferocious. They vary in size, ranging from standard medium sized dog to that of a small horse.
Hellhounds are voracious, tenacious and not altogether unintelligent. Once a hound has the scent of its target, it has it for life and will never give up the hunt until one or the other is dead. They can be clever, almost impossible to trick, and are not disinclined to improvisation in order to get to their prey.

As dogs, they are loyal, and answer only to the demons they serve; they cannot be swayed or bargained with, either. Nearly every group of people from Native Americans to the modern era have accounts of sightings of these creatures.

If I wasn't a "pack rat" I'd long since forgotten the recording I will report now. Three different friends, two from different states, and one from England, Told me their accounts of their sightings of these creatures. None are know as liars, none are druggies, no medications, and no know signs of mental illness, unless being friends with me counts! The names aren't real but I do believe each saw something.

Duane is a burly chap of over six feet and above the two hundred pound mark. He had taken over the timber company from his father after his passing. His life had been spent outside and he knows the moors of England as well as I know the way home. With his size and power I never though this man as one who scared easy. That is until I looked him in the face as he gave his account. He spent long hours oftentimes leaving long before dawn, and, not returning to his truck until after dark. "Me and me mates had just put in a long day and was walking to the truck go go home when it became clear we were being followed." Duane said as he lit another smoke." We were running late and it was hard to see due to the darkness and the falling mist." I hear a bloody horse!" Dave said is disbelief. Duane said the trio turned to see this stead when they beheld two glowing eyes much lower than a horse but was gaining ground fast. " It's a bloody dog!" Duane stated and was bigger that a large calf. The air filled with the stench of fire and wet dog at the same time. "The moon was hid and none of us had a lamp of any sort, so the glow had to be from the eyes itself." Duane exclaimed as his eyes became wide. It was close enough to see the hair raised and the spittle in it's mouth when it turned as if on a quest of it's own. "We buggered off as if to Save the Queen!" I ask if he thought perhaps it was just a large dog. "Mate there ain't a dog alive that big with eyes that burn like flares in the night!"

Greg and I worked together before I got into paranormal research or made a living as a photographer either. Both of us held a management position so our hours were the same almost daily. "Have you ever heard of a Hell Hound?" Yeah, I have, I told him, and ask what brought that on. "My Grandfather own this little grocery when I was in high school and many times I'd work there in the evenings for some weekend money." Now he'd told me before that the store was haunted, with things missing and moved after the store was closed. " I had just locked up and started to the car when I got the strong feeling of being watched." He said for a moment robbery came to mind. The store sat on a corner that was across from a small wooded area that loosely covered a small hill. Streetlights not a few, kept the area well lit. "I don't know why I looked in that direction when I did, but I saw the biggest dog with red eyes I ever saw in my life!" Greg said shaking is head. "This thing just sat there staring at me with the most hateful look that a nightmare could contain." He went on to say that he stood there frozen for what seemed like forever in it's gaze until it got up and walked back over the hill. "Right then, I knew I needed another job." Greg said with a grin

Ray I got to know from my college days and we quickly became friends. We shared many of the same likes and dislikes and he became like a brother to me. Ray is a God fearing man who carries his Bible everywhere he goes and the Church doors won't be open long before we walks through them. Not only does he talk the talk but he walks the walk as well. He said as a kid he like to explore the woods of Kentucky and enjoy nature. On this day, that came to an end. Ray had wondered in rather deep this day when he stopped to get his direction. "I heard a growl that sounded more like a rumble because it was so low in pitch." Ray said and I couldn't help but notice he'd also grown a bit pale as well. "I looked and beside a tree stood this thing that had to stand four-feet high, hair standing on it's back like a razorback hog, and eyes red like two embers you'd see in a fireplace." He said it was standing with it's head slightly lowered and had a grave look hate filled it's snarling face. "I don't know if I moved or it started toward me first, but the next thing I knew I was running has hard as I could!" Ray said as his voice raised in volume. " I was so busy running that I wasn't looking where I was going and I came down over a small hill or a ditch and I'm not sure which it was." Now I knew it had my but to my terror it jumped over me in a full run without looking back or slowing down." He went on to say that it left "paw prints" an inch deep and was bigger that his thirteen year old has was at the time.

What these three, and many others say, I don't know. Could the stories be made up? Yes, but after seeing their faces, I've no doubt they each saw something strange. Feral dogs, or some mutant, perhaps we will never know. So many stories like these about that I know I don't wish to see one through a camera lens. much less up close and personal. Strange times indeed.......

Spontaneous Human Combustion

2011-11-13T19:44:00.000-08:00

I was a kid the first time I ever hear of SHC and saying it scared me shitless is not even coming close! We heated with wood so I'd had my share of painful run-in's with flame mainly from getting too close. To think that one could simply catch fire is disturbing still today, but it seems it has happened many times. One of the first dates back to the year 1673 when a Frenchman by the name of Jonas Dupont published a book of his investigations by the name of "Incendiis Corporis Humani Spontaneis." A near murder conviction by a victim's spouse was said to have inspired the writings. In another instance from 1744, Grace Pelt of England, was found in her home burnt as you would a log, yet with no apparent flame! If we fast -forward to 1957, Anna Martin of Philadelphia Pennsylvania died after being exposed to temperatures pushing two- thousand degrees! Her remains were a pair of shoes and part of her torso. Dr. J. Irving Bentley, also of Pennsylvania, burned with such an intense heat that it made a three-foot hole in his bedroom floor. How can something burn so hot and yet not take the dwelling with it?

Charles Dickens even wrote about it is his 1852 novel, "Bleak House." Dickens was of the notion that it might be a side-effect of alcoholism, basing this on the real-life case of Countess Cornelia Cesenate. In the second edition of the same novel, Mr Dickens claimed to have done enough research to uncover more than thirty other cases of Spontaneous Human Combustion. The story of the death of the Countess is as strange as it is ugly. In the August 1932 Saturday Magazine, they reported she was sixty-two years old and no health issues were mentioned. She spent three hours with her maid in conversation, and, after saying her prayers, fell asleep. Her maid shut the door and it remained that way until morning. When the Countess called not at the normal hour, the maid went in concern to find the door as left the night before. When the calls went unanswered, she entered the room. The site had to be both a shock and a horror. At a distance of around four feet from the bed she beheld a large heap of ashes. The Countess legs were not burned, her head was half-burned and lying between them. The room was filled with soot, but no sign of any flame. The oil lamp had no oil and two candles were left untouched as well. It is believed that the Countess feeling warm, left the bed to open a window, and burned before the journey was finished. Another case of the body and victims clothes being the only thing engulfed.

Now we move forward to July of 1951 when SHC claimed the life of sixty-seven year old Mary Hardy Reeser, of St. Petersburg Florida. She was alone but her landlady was in another part of the building. She took a sleeping pill and sat down in an "overstuffed" chair and lit a cigarette. Next has been the subject of great debate ever since.

At eight the next morning, Patsy Carpenter took a telegraph to her room, and, while trying to gain entrance, found the knob too hot to handle. Two painters heard the cry for help and ran to the rescue and burst the door open. A burst of oven-like heat filled the faces of the three as they entered the room. All that was left of where poor Mary sat, was the fire destroyed chair, ashes, and a few teeth and some bone, left ankle, foot , shoe, and what appeared to be a shrunken human skull. Another case of only where the victim was being damaged. The room, just like the others was unscathed.

When the word of this case spread abroad, it caught the attention of the FBI. Needless to say every human being wanted answers and wanted them now. We had a war in our not too distance past, a crash that was said carried lifeforms not of this planet, and on top of that, the Cold War already had people paranoid too. Aliens, Russians, or you just burn to the ground was not choices of passing that people wanted to deal with, even until now. On July 7, 1951 an investigator by the name of Reichert, sent a package from the scene to J. Edgar Hoover, and the FBI, even down to the shoe that did not burn.

The FBI labs could not find any answers as to how a human being could suffer such a demise as this, and could only offer conjecture and theory to a world that still wants answers to this day. They did know that by burn patters, the body had burnt from the inside out. As we all know again there was a absence of flame and or scorching anywhere but around the victim. The do know that the human body contains enough fat and other substances to permit different amounts of damage. All they knew was that whatever the cause of the heat, it touched nothing that the victim was not in contact with at the time of death. Science had no choice but to say they had no clue.

In the last three hundred years there been a reported two-hundred cases of Spontaneous Human Combustion world-wide and answers from the paranormal to the "Wrath of God" has been offered as answers. Fact is, science still don't know everything as much as they, and sometimes us, wished they did. I can't speak for you, but the next time I feel that first trickle of sweat, I think I'll have a seat and hopefully chill. Times of the unknown indeed.......

Mutilations

2011-11-10T16:05:00.000-08:00

Since 1973 and the massive UFO sightings, there have been waves of reports of mysterious attacks on cattle in the mid-western United States. The first of these occurred in Minnesota and Kansas. Some features of these attacks seemed inconsistent with normal explanations of attacks by predatory animals. In many instances the dead cattle appeared to have been mutilated by precise surgery in which certain parts of the body (usually eyes, ears, mouth, rectum, or sex organs) had been removed and the carcass drained of blood. No footprints indicating mutilation by humans were found around the bodies. Authorities in Kansas suggested that "cultists" were probably the perpetrators. Several carcasses were brought in for autopsies, which showed the animals died of blackleg, a cattle disease. By this time, however, the early reports and allegations had circulated around the country.In 1974 there were reports of cattle mutilations in northeastern Nebraska and eastern South Dakota. Some reports coincided with sightings of UFOs. Along with the absence of footprints or other tracks in the area, there were rumors of large helicopters being used for cattle rustling. Although modern rustlers often use mechanization, it is unlikely that they would leave carcasses behind, and they would have no rationale for mutilating individual cattle. Although the exact nature of mutilations varies from case to case, a typical mutilation may involve any or all of the following: -

The removal of eyes, udders and sexual organs very cleanly with surgical precision.
The removal of the anus to a depth of around 12 inches similar in appearance to surgical coring.
The removal of the lips and/or tongue deeply cut out from the throat.
The removal of one ear.
The removal of major organs (such as heart or liver) with no obvious entry/excision marks. Often, if the heart is missing, apart from no excision wound, the Pericardium will still be present and intact, with the heart missing.
The stripping of hide and flesh from the jaw and the area directly beneath the ear to the bone.
The removal of soft organs from the lower body.
The presence of incisions and cuts across the body that appear to have been made by a surgical instrument.
Unexplained damage to remaining organs, but no sign of damage to the surrounding area.
A lack of predation signs (including teethmarks, tearing of the skin or flesh, or animal footprints) on or around the carcass.
Lack of obvious scavenging.
In many cases, a draining of the majority of blood from the animal. What blood is left exhibits color anomalies and may not coagulate for days.
The animal will appear 'dumped' or dropped in a secluded area, with no animal, human or vehicle track(s) leading to or from the site. Some have been found draped over fences or in treetops.
The ground under the animal appears depressed, as if the animal was dropped on the site from a height leaving an impact crater.
The animal's bones found to be fractured with injuries consistent with being dropped.
Strange marks/holes in the ground around the carcass.
Other cattle avoid the carcass and the area where it's found.
Eyewitness reports of aerial objects in the vicinity of cattle at the time of an animal going missing.

The worst story part about these freak happenings was in 1994 when the first human was reported to have fallen prey to the same strange demise. In San Paulo Brazil. The man's name wasn't released, but the man was subject to a brutal mutilation that was not only brutal but systematic as well. Pictures were leaked that I considered too graphic to post so you'll have to search those out for yourself. Whoever or whatever done this knew what they came for and remove the items with uncanny attention to detail. The victim was missing his left eye, left ear, lips, tongue and jawbone were all nowhere to be found and two "drainage holes", had been cut in the upper torso for reasons unknown. If you are the least bit disturbed easy, I advise you to stop reading at this point, please! Upon inspection of the back of the body, the rectum had been violated in such a way was to suggest the way an apple looks with it's core removed. The outside of the gaping wound was untouched and there was simply a lack of blood anywhere at the crime scene....period! The report was rather simple in that, there were no signs of struggle. No typical violence occurred here. No ropes or weapons were involved. Quite uncommon for one in fear for their life. The autopsy report would reveal more about what happened than what the police could produce. The autopsy report states: "We observed the removal of the right and left orbital areas, emptying of the mouth cavity, pharynx, oropharynx, neck, right and left armpit area, abdomen, pelvic cavity, right and left groin area." Precise "cookie cutter" holes are discovered in strategical positions throughout the body used for extracting internal organs. This level of precision suggests that the operation was executed with speed, the application of heat or lasers, all occurring as the subject was still alive! The fact that the official autopsy report blatantly states that the victim was subject to incisions & use of "sucking devices" elevates the case to the levels beyond most disturbing monstrosity to ever occur to a human being.

Now I really hope and pray, this time, that UFO's are to blame and not another human being. I shutter to think that a member of our own race could invent such a horrid device, much less inflict such madness on his or her own kind. This is just some of the misfortunes that out planet has known is these "modern times' and they demand answers. It's way past time for the Nation's Leaders to come clean and lets us all know what we're up against. I see no reason to keep such information secret. That is, unless....God forbid.