SUPERNATURAL

THE LEGEND OF THE DRY BODY

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Sun, 16 Jun 2019 19:47:00 +0000

According to this legend the "Dry Body" would have been in life a man who fought a lot and beat his own mother. Due to the incredible evil inside him, as soon as he died, he became an evil creature that is usually camouflaged in the trunks of the trees, just waiting for some spoiled child to pass by. They say that despite his badness, the Dry Body, which is also known as Unhudo, would have regretted that he mistreated his mother and for that reason he punishes all children who show stubbornness or who respond to their mothers. Perhaps it was from this that the popular saying goes: "Whoever knocks his mother is left with a dry hand."

There is also another theory about the origin of the Dry Body that says he would have been a very selfish, mean-spirited man who had grown a huge variety of fruits and grains on his farm. But after a dry season in which several people were starving, it is said that the farmer refused to share his stocks that he had stored in a huge quantity with others. The people got revolted and in the middle of the fight the farmer ended up dying of a heart attack. But after his death he would not have rested, his anger only increased and eventually turned into a cruel and vindictive creature. Legend has it that the creature that once was a farmer stands in the woods waiting for anyone who crosses his path and never lets other people approach fruit trees, which he thinks are always from his old orchard.

The legend of the Dry Body is spread all over Brazil, especially in the states of Amapá, Paraná, Amazonas and Minas Gerais. There are also some Portuguese-speaking countries that also worship this legend.

In the interior of São Paulo the legend has gained a certain "vampire" touch. They say that the corpse is camouflaged in the woods preying upon unsuspecting people, when the unfortunate one passes by his side the entity sucks all their blood making them a Dry Body as well. But if no one goes near the entity for a long time it dies of hunger and looks like a dry tree. For this reason there are many dead trees with human aspects.

In Ituiutaba, Minas Gerais, there is yet another variation of the legend. People say that the body of a woman who had been buried in the municipal cemetery did not remain in the bottom of the grave for more than a few hours. According to them, the earth expelled the body. It was as if the earth repelled the woman's body. The firefighters would have been called and in the absence of an explanation (and a solution) they would have taken the woman's body to a cave that sits in a mountain range south of the county and would have left her there for her eternal rest. But according to the locals who dare to walk the dirt road that is in the edge of the mountain, it is said that you can hear the cries and shouts of a woman coming from inside the cave. The saw where the cave is located is known as "Serra do Corpo-Seco".

(Serra do Corpo Seco Ituiutaba)

OTHER REPORTS ABOUT SETEALÉM

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Thu, 15 Mar 2018 20:23:00 +0000

Here some other reports about Setealém we can find on Luciano Milici's page:

Report 02: My daughter went to Setealém

Antônia, a 40-year-old nurse, commented: "It happened this week, people. I was watching television. My daughter, Patricia, 7, was playing in the living room. She took a risk on a piece of paper and said, "Mom, I've got one day to go to the party at Dad's!" She was right. It was one day before the party.

Before I said anything, the phone rang. Right at the time of the novel! I answered with anger. Mainly because the extension of the room was broken and I had to meet in my room. He was a man with a strange voice. Very thick and rough. - Ms. Antonia? Are you the mother of Patricia? - Yes it's me. Who wants to know? "You must go to the steps of the condominium to get your daughter." - Staircase? What staircase? Which condo? "I do not know, ma'am. Was not she wearing a green T-shirt when she disappeared? You can go up the steps to the condo... - Green shirt? My daughter does not even have a green shirt, you crazy! Listen here. I'm going to call the police, okay? My daughter is in the living room with me. We live in a condo, not a condominium. You're trotting at this hour, you... - "The man hung up. I ran to the living room and Patricia was there, still with her notebook and a lot of wax chalk. Yesterday, I sent Patricia to her father's house for the party. I put on her a pink blouse and a jacket on top.

My ex-husband brought her back at night. Patricia grabbed me very hard when she saw me. I asked him if everything went well, he said that before he brought her, he went into the disgusting building of his new girlfriend and that Patty knocked juice down her shirt and so he needed to borrow a T-shirt from his girlfriend's daughter. That's right, my daughter was wearing a green T-shirt. He wanted to know if anything strange had happened, but she said no. He said that Patricia left the party all happy, but that on the return was strange and serious.

Actually, my daughter was very weird. When he left, I tried to talk to Patty, but she did not open at first. I insisted a lot and she told me that when she went downstairs from the girlfriend's building in front of her father, she got lost and went to another building called Setealém. She said she was crying loudly and calling for her father, until a nice man with yellow eyes took her to his home. "God, baby, what's this crazy story?" "I said, with a cold neck. "The nice, yellow-eyed man telephoned here, Mama, but you told him that you were going to call the police and that I was here with you and he hung up. Then he sent me down the stairs of the building again and Dad found me."

Only recently, before I joined Orkut, did my daughter come and show me a sheet of paper with seven scratches. I asked what it was, and she said, "It's been days since I stayed at the man's house, away from you, Mother." I do not know what to say. My daughter had spent only a few hours away from me, but she is able to count with conviction every detail of the seven days she stayed at the house of the good-looking, yellow-eyed man who lives in Setealém.

Report 03: The office boys

Elisa from Bahia, posted the following comment: "Hi, my name is Elisa and I'm 17. Do not worry about this subject. Here in my city (I'm northeastern, ok?) three friends of mine are always talking about Setealém, Setealém, Setealém. That they went there and they know people who came from there and got lost here.

They work in the street as office boys. I do not know if they're high on something, but they told me that this place is not even a neighborhood. And when they come back, they can not find the entrance any more, they said that it is very similar to here, but that there are differences that are frightening, they also said that it is a very big place, my friend Giba said that the people of Setealém know here but we cannot know about there.

A girl from there he met said that some authorities here know Setealém, but they do not tell the people because they would not know how to explain what that place is. I think it's all a lie but as I found this community, I wanted to tell. They told me that many people who disappeared actually went there and found no way out.

Peterson invented the worst of lies. He said that he met Marcelo, his cousin who disappeared in the 80's. He said that he talked to the guy and he does not even know he's gone. He thinks he's still in the 80's, just imagine! Peterson said his cousin got stuck in the '80s. What the fu**, right? Cheap lie. I just came in here to tell you this.

Report 04: The Shopping mall bathroom

Júlio, a boy from Porto Alegre, Rio Grande do Sul, told the following experience: "My name is Julio, I work at a gym in Porto Alegre. I was happy to see this community because that damn name does not get out of my head. Six months ago, I went with my girlfriend to the movies. We went to celebrate two years of dating. We did that basic celebration: we had dinner at the mall and then went to watch the movie.

As soon as we left the session, we walked down the aisles to look at the windows. My girlfriend said she would buy a purse and asked me to wait for her next to a store. I suspected she wanted to surprise me with a gift, I agreed, and went to look at some magazines on the bench. I told her that I would wait there and she said she would not take long. As she walked away, I went to the bathroom that was right in the hallway in front of the store. There were four or five people in the place that is quite large. All the urinals, however, were occupied and so I went to a booth.

Quick game, I did not even lock the door. I took my cell phone from my belt and placed it on a wooden trim. Oddly enough, I did not even spend two minutes in the booth. I heard children laughing in the bathroom and talking. As soon as I finished urinating, I left. I do not know if I can describe it, but there was something strange in the bathroom. I'm not much of a detail to notice. My girlfriend is. She's a virgo. Despite this, I noticed that something had changed. Starting with the lights that were yellow and not white. Very yellowish, I mean. A very thick green band crossed the wall and the mirrors were smaller. There was no one inside. Not the kids who had been laughing for a few seconds.

I washed my hands and thought I was going crazy. For me the water was a bit too warm and very, very thick. Nasty, to be honest. I searched for paper and did not find it. I left shaking my hands to dry in the air.

Outside the bathroom, I thought I might faint. I thought I'd gone out the wrong door or into some new hallway. Well, at least that's what I tried to believe. The mall was actually looking like a gallery. It was still a mall, conceptually, but it was much older and worn out. The light was dim, and the stores seemed cluttered with goods. All very ugly. I rushed to a more open area and was sure that I was no longer in a known place. Nothing was similar to what I had seen somewhere in my city or even on television. Starting with little details that startled me.

There were aquariums the size of garbage cans scattered everywhere. Inside these aquariums, I identified a kind of cloth, I do not know, it looked like a piece of purple blanket that kept moving around within these aquariums.

People would go up to these aquariums and put both hands up and start laughing! And these were ugly laughs, as if they were coughing with a cold-filled chest. I stood up, staring at these aquariums. People came in groups of two or three, leaning back and laughing. I whipped my head around quickly looking for my girlfriend. All I wanted was to understand what was happening and see a familiar face. People passed me and ignored me. They were similar to normal people, but still, they were not quite normal. They were similar between them, too. Not identical, like twins. I do not know how to explain. It's like when you travel to a different country where people have similar traits but also have particular traits. Oh, and the magazine was no longer there.

At the site, a man was selling parts or something. He had a large rustic wooden table with several black objects that looked like iron. The objects had strange shapes: hooks, horseshoes, and gears. I got close and he asked if I would trade or buy. I did not answer. A girl about seven years old approached and picked up a piece of iron that looked like a black spoon and showed it to her mother. The mother approached and took out a wallet to pay. The girl pointed the spoon at me and I could see her face well. It was normal, but it also had something very strange. I do not know if it was the eyebrows or the distance from the eyes. I felt an inexplicable fear. The girl's gaze was full of meanness.

The man replied to her: "No, no, he will not buy it, you can take it. I do not think he's even from Setealém." The mother looked at me in disgust. He took the spoon from the girl, put it back on the table, and pulled her daughter away from me, as if I had an illness.

I started to get dizzy and sat on a wooden bench that was very much like the normal mall banks, except that it was much lower and just accommodated one person. I saw other banks like that in that place. A loud sound rang and everyone stopped and looked up. It was a loud noise like those ship horns that we see on film.

After the sound stopped, everyone resumed their ways. I thought about my girlfriend and my mother. It could only be a dream. I got up fast and got so dizzy that I had to lean on a shop window that, I speak from my heart, sold live doves. Doves! A dozen doves walked there, tried to fly and pounced behind the glass case. I screamed. People started looking at me and pointing at me. They groaned. I decided to call my girlfriend. I put my hand on the belt and my cell phone was no longer attached to it. I'd forgotten about the trimmings. I went back down the hall and into the bathroom quickly. Three men were sitting on the bathroom floor. One of them, under the sink. They talked about something I did not even want to know. I jumped over them and entered the booth. My cell phone was still there. I locked the door, sat in the pot and tried to call my girlfriend, but I could not. The unit was simply turned off. I pressed the buttons hard, but it did not help. I heard children laugh again.

I stayed there about ten minutes, until someone knocked on the door. He was the man from the magazine bench. He said he had seen me enter the bathroom and that my girlfriend was already waiting for me on his bench. He asked if I was feeling ok. The bathroom was bright and the mall was normal.

My girlfriend did not believe me, but she saw that I was really very nervous. It was the worst day of my life. I ruined our celebration getting sick from the stomach hours later. I have not been back to the mall yet, and I'm seriously thinking about doing therapy. I thought I had gone crazy until I found this community with the same name as the man on that bizarre bench. Setealém. God forbid me to exist a place like that."

Ps.: I'm not trying to infringe any copyrights and I did not write this post myself. This post was taken from Luciano Milici's Blog that you can visit HERE.

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO SETEALÉM?

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Thu, 15 Mar 2018 19:15:00 +0000

I have been looking for new paranormal stories these days online and came across some YouTube channels discussing parallel universes and ended up on a website where I found the story of one guy that went through a situation where he almost went to a place called SeteAlém and had made a community on the today extinct Orkut to find out if it has been an illusion or if anyone else in this world had gone through the same thing he did. His name is Luciano Milici and he is a writer and a screenwriter and here is his story:

"It all started with a BuzzFeed list entitled "9 Stories That Make You Believe In Parallel Universes," where I commented, unpretentiously, about an event that occurred to me that I could not explain rationally. Repercussion and buzz (feed) were unexpected. Hundreds of people started asking me to detail my story and others I collected from the same genre. I received and am still receiving lots of messages and friend requests from people interested in these stories.

As I told (and will repeat below), more than ten years after the experience I lived, I created a group in the extinct Orkut (R.I.P.) where I kept in touch with people who went through something very similar to my story. What was most interesting was that the name and description of the community did not explain anything, precisely so as not to influence the accounts. When the group began to distort itself, I closed the community, not without first saving the content. I am searching for the compressed file on some HD or media. While I do not find it, I leave below the cases that I remember. Before you start reading, keep five points in mind:

i. I do not know if the reports are true. I can only talk about mine. He is.
ii. I will preserve the true names of those involved, for I am not authorized to tell their personal stories even after so many years.
iii. If you are one of the people in the above cases and you want me to withdraw or correct your report, let me know.
iv. If you have had a similar experience, please send me your report for inclusion here.
v. Third-party reports have been rewritten by me. I did not change anything, I just changed the form, scored and made some corrections, without hurting the story.
Note: I do not know if the name of the "place" is written Setealém, 7 Além or Cetealém. I just heard the name, I did not read it.

Report 01: A ticket to Setealém

1994. I was in the second year of college. I was nineteen and lamented the fact that I could only take classes at night time the next year. The first two years of college were obligatory in the morning, which made it difficult to search for jobs or internships. Until then, my experience had been a long time as the manager of a video-store, which was what Netflix was called at the time.

Even living away from college, I loved the path way back. The long stretches on foot arriving at the bus stop for then taking the Subway allowed me to observe how different people were in their outfits, gestures and lines. All this was a subsidy for new stories that I wrote on a daily basis. I also used the time to read.

Normally, I would walk there to catch a bus, any bus - the first one to pass - because they all took me to a point on the avenue where I would easily access the Subway. No matter the name, number, or color of the bus, they were all obliged to go to the end of the avenue and then follow their itineraries. That was good, because I did not spend more than two minutes on the spot.

That hot October afternoon, after an exhausting Mercadology class, I followed my usual path to a large, famous avenue a few minutes from the campus. I got to the point and I put a CD, I think it was of the Zumbi Nation, in the discman. The battery was coming to an end, and Chico Science's voice sounded demonic. A bus came and stopped. I got on and replaced the discman with a book.

On average, the journey took twenty-five to thirty minutes because of the traffic, and when I was lucky to find an empty seat, I read several pages. That day, not fifteen minutes passed, and I felt the woman next to me on the bench poking me. I stopped reading and looked at her. "You're not going to Setealém, are you?" - she asked. I narrowed my eyes, trying to understand what she had said. Was it Santarem? She insisted: - This bus goes to Setealém. You better get down.

I smiled at her. The name "Setealém" had become clear, but the advice made no sense. I looked around and everyone, absolutely everyone on the bus was watching me. Another woman, standing a little further, said, "Yeah, go... come down, lad." Next to her, a young man with a briefcase in his hand nodded and was more incisive. "Come down!" Before I asked what was happening, the bus ticket reviser - who was looking at me too, with a bundle of bills in his hand - shouted at the driver: "Stop the bus, someone is getting down!"

The bus stopped shortly. There was not exactly a bus stop, but I did not care. I got up quickly from the bench and headed for the open door. The people in the corridor pushed their way along with me.

I got out. I confess that at the time dozens of thoughts came to my mind. Was it a private bus? No. There was a bus ticket reviser, after all. Did they confuse me with anyone? Perhaps.

As soon as I stepped on the asphalt, the bus resumed the road, until, strangely, it turned right onto a slope of cobblestone. An unusual path.

That name "Setealém" never left my mind. Was it a neighborhood? A city? I asked my acquaintances and even looked at the Guide to Streets, a sort of Waze from the last century, where his index finger played the role of the cart. No one has ever recognized this name anywhere or even anywhere else in the world. I know that days later I dreamed of Setealém, and since then, at least once a month, I see myself in its strange streets in my sleep.

The community on Orkut

More than ten years later, I decided to use the then popular Orkut social network to find out more about Setealém. I created a community by that name, but I did not write exactly what the group was about. I wanted the name to bring answers. It was a way to see if my delirium made any sense.

After a few weeks of marasmus, people from the furthest points of the country began to join the community asking the meaning of the term Setealém. At the same time as they asked, they also reported on their incredible experiences which, in general, closely resembled mine.

With each new interaction, an interesting story emerged until, over time, the main goal of the community became distorted and eventually became a forum for generic stories of horror and fiction.

As moderator, I deleted the community, not before copying each of the stories about Setealém.

Ps.: I'm not trying to infringe any copyrights and I did not write this post myself. This post was taken from Luciano Milici's Blog that you can visit HERE.

SURVIVING CYBER BULLYING ON SOCIAL NETWORKS

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Fri, 13 Mar 2015 11:14:00 +0000

I know this subject is not of supernatural nature, but it doesn't make it any less scary and dangerous.

When we go to social networks, we are looking for an environment where we can relax and find people with the same interests as we do to befriend.

That was my thought when I started to use my twitter account I had since 2008 in August last year. How wrong I was!

I met a "friend" that at first was the sweetest person I've ever met, he was an MJ RP, always telling how much he loved me, almost too good to be true... because it was...

After a while he asked me to block someone cause they were rude to him and I believed him and did, then some time later he came with the same thing but this time the someone that was rude to him was a good friend of mine, that I knew a lot better than I knew him. So I thought wait, something is fishy there and I waited to talk to her and found out it was the other way around.

The guy was a control freak that insulted and unfollowed her just because she didn't have an MJ logo on her twitter page, but the day before that he said he loved her so much.

The amazing thing was that the very next day I was the one with a nasty DM of his waiting for me calling me names, accusing me of playing with people's feelings and the list goes on just because I didn't comply with his order to block my friend. Truth is he was just getting started, this way his MO he would tell you to do something and if you didn't he would attack you, block you and tell others on DM to block you too cause you hurt him. This way nobody would ever know what really happened between his victims and himself and he could play the victim.

I started to meet lots of other people he did the same to and I couldn't be quiet cause I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT HE WON'T STOP and many more will be hurt in the future. So the other victims of his and me would talk about what he did to us in hopes others would see and be careful for the same not to happen to them, that's when the bullying started, he making jokes calling us haters, devils that our day was coming, threatening to make a movie to show the good and bad people in his life (a good way to expose us to his followers so more people could bully us), threatened to go to court because we were harassing him and finally put our @ names on his page lying that we were fake MJ fans that have hurt him and would hurt others asking people to please block us.

His last one, he wrote a twitlong talking about suicidal thoughts because the "hate club" according to him (talking about his victims that came out and spoke about what he did in public) hated him and wanted him gone and all the pity talk he could throw out but that a stranger was with him on the phone giving him strength not to kill himself and in the same twitlong he asked people not only to block us but to report us so we would be gone.

Guys social networking bullying is true and nobody is safe from suffering it, and the social network itself won't be much of a help to you. You know how many times this guy was reported? Hundreds and he just deletes tweets and keeps going. So be careful out there, specially with RPs of famous people and unverified pages of famous celebrities that you love. They surely are fakes but they will use the love you have for the celebrity they are portraying to get control over you, and you never know who is on the other side of the screen, can be a psychopath, a pedophile, a narcissistic and the list goes on.

THE TRAGEDY ON THE OZONE DISCO CLUB IN THE PHILIPINES

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Tue, 30 Dec 2014 14:55:00 +0000

The Ozone Disco Club located along Timog Avenue corner Tomas Morato Avenue in Quezon City, opened its door in 1991 and was owned by Segio Orgaoow. Nobody at the time could predict what the future had in store for it.

Right away the club attracted many young students and couples for a fun night out and became very popular but... in March 18th 1996 tragedy strikes.

The house was overcrowded with nearly 350 students (most of the club guests were high school and college students attending graduation or end-of-the-school-year celebrations) and 40 club employees although it had been approved for occupancy of only 35 people, when shortly before midnight at 11:35 pm a little fire sparkled for 3 to 4 times.

Survivors said at first they thought it was all part of the DJ's special effects but after some minutes flames broke out, engulfing the place and caused the mezzanine to collapse. Many of the bodies that were discovered were along the corridor leading to the only exit, piled up waist-high and it was said that the emergency exit door was blocked by a new building next door and locked by the bodyguards thinking a riot was taking place inside the club and also there was no proper fire exit installed.

The final death count was reported as between 160 and 162 people but it the story doesn't end there. It just begins... some time after the fire rumors started to spread about the place being haunted.

People would pass by the Disco and see shadowy figures watching them from the broken windows, whispering coming from the cursed Club and some crazy photographers captured ghost photos too.

With time some mediums were brought to make contact with the spirits of the victims who gave details of what happened that tragic night and were still trapped in the nightmare just wanting to say goodbye to their loved ones to finally find some peace.

EL CUCUY

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Wed, 01 Jan 2014 20:57:00 +0000

"Duérmete mi niño, duérmeteme ya...
Que viene el Coco y te comerá."
(sleep my child, sleep now...
or else the bogeyman will come and will eat you.)

In every culture, there is that mythological monster that gives you the feeling that there is something out there just waiting to get you.

How many of us can ever forget that frighting warning to behave good or else at night the monster under our bed would come to get us?

El cucuy (known in different regions as Coco, Cuco, Coca, or Cuca), for example, is the Spanish speaking countries equivelant to the boogie man.

El Cucuy is a mythical ghost monster with taunting pointed teeth and razor-sharp claws, that hides in closets or under beds and likes to eat misbehaving children, the ones who fail to obey authority.

In Spain and Latin America, parents and grandparents sometimes invoke El Cucuy as a way of discouraging their children from misbehaving; they sing lullabies or tell rhymes warning their children that if they don't obey their parents, el Cucuy will come and get them and then eat them.

No matter how old we are the fear is universal... once night falls, that's when the monster creatures come out!

THE LEGEND OF THE HUNTED CLOCK

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Fri, 20 Dec 2013 09:41:00 +0000

This legend was well known in the eighties. The following names are fictitious.

Mr. Jones was a retired man who had as a hobby. He loved to spend his money buying antiques: buying furniture, lamps, old documents, etc.. Until one day, when a man of very poor appearance approached him. The man offered a clock that was actually very old, the price equivalent to approximately thirty dollars nowadays. John bought it quickly, and was happy to see that poor man with an expression of relief when he left.

He then asked his wife to hang that beautiful clock on the wall, just above the rocker nineteenth century. One day John was reading the newspaper, which was customary when his wife heard a very strange noise. Upon arriving in the room, she encountered a horrific scene: her husband lying on the floor, his head crushed by the clock and rocking chair collapsed to the ground. Traumatized, the lady sold the house and the furniture and moved in with relatives.

An antique dealer bought all the furniture and objects, except the clock, which was purchases by a woman in her early thirties. She was a divorced woman, who did not used to collect old objects, but had felt very drawn to this simple clock. She put the clock beside the bed since she thought it was too heavy to be hung on the wall. A week later, her children heard a strange noise coming from the woman's room. When they opened the door, they found the poor girl lying on the floor, crushed by the clock. Again, this object has been sold.

They say this clock still goes from house to house, intact always victimizing people, destroying families mysteriously.

Conclusion: If you see an antique clock being sold for a very low price, be suspicious! It may be this haunted clock, protagonist of a legend that even today gives rise to much discussion.

THE MAGICAL BEGGING BOWL

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Tue, 02 Apr 2013 02:39:00 +0000

A beggar knocks on the door of an emperor; it is early morning. The emperor was coming out for a morning walk in his beautiful garden; otherwise it would have been difficult for the beggar to have an appointment with him. But there was no mediator to prevent him.

The emperor said, "What do you want?" The beggar said, "Before you ask that, think twice!" The emperor has never seen such a lion of a man; he has fought wars, has won victories, has made it clear that nobody is more powerful than him, but suddenly this beggar says to him, "Think twice of what you are saying, because you may not be able to fulfill it!"

The king said, "Don't be worried, that is my concern; you ask what you want, it will be done!"

The beggar said, "You see my begging bowl? I want it to be filled! It does not matter with what, the only condition is that it should be filled, it should be full. You can still say no, but if you say yes, then you are taking a risk."

The emperor laughed. Just a beggar's bowl... and he is being given a warning? He told his premier to fill the beggar's bowl with diamonds, so that this beggar would know who he was asking.

The beggar again said, "Think twice." And soon it became apparent that the beggar was right, because the moment the diamonds were poured into his begging bowl they simply disappeared!

The word began to spread like wildfire in the capital; thousands of people arrived to watch. When the precious stones were finished the king said, "Bring out all the gold and silver, everything! My whole kingdom, my whole integrity is being challenged." But by the evening everything had disappeared and there were only two beggars left--one used to be the emperor.

The emperor said, "Before I ask your forgiveness for not listening to your warning, please tell me the secret of this begging bowl."

The beggar said, "There is no secret. I have polished it, made it look like a bowl, but it is a human skull. You go on pouring anything into it and it disappears."

The story is tremendously meaningful. Have you ever thought about your own begging bowl? Everything disappears--power, prestige, respectability, riches--everything disappears and your begging bowl goes on opening its mouth for more. And the "more" takes you away from this. The desire, the longing for something else takes you away from this moment.

There are only two kinds of people in the world: the majority are running after shadows; their begging bowls will remain with them till they enter their graves. And a very small minority, one in a million, stops running, drops all desires, asks for nothing--and suddenly he finds everything within himself.

Ps.: Taken from the Osho Zen Tarot Of Transformation.

THE MESSAGE FROM WATER - HOW OUR EMOTIONS AND INTENTIONS REFLECT IN WATER

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Sun, 10 Mar 2013 14:25:00 +0000

This post reflects information on the work of Mr. Masaru Emoto, a creative and visionary Japanese researcher. Mr. Emoto has published an important book, with the findings of the global survey that was done by him, which showed how the thoughts, intentions, words and sounds altered water molecules.

We know that our thoughts, our feelings and intentions influence our body and everything around us, attracting good or bad things...

If you had any doubt that your thoughts can affect everything in and around you, the information and photographs that appear in this video will change your mind and alter your beliefs deeply.

With Mr. Emoto's work we are provided with evidence that human vibrational energy, thoughts, words, ideas and music, affect the molecular structure of water. The same water that comprises 60% of a human body and covers the same amount of our planet.

Watch the video and see for yourself:

THE FRIEND OF DEATH

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Sat, 09 Mar 2013 17:55:00 +0000

When I found this tale on Sobrenatural.org in a blog from a girl named Gabriela I thought it was so interesting and somehow comic I needed to share, so... here it is:

It was new moon’s night. Lizzye lived alone in a beautiful house. When finished washing the dishes she decided to finally connect the computer to do her jobs. Lizzye was ready to print her work, but the computer was shut down unexpectedly, as well as all lights and electrical objects in her home.

- Damn! What now? I could not even save the file! - She complained.

The girl, angry, turned on the TV, however remembering that there was no electricity. Lizzye realized that it was already late, so she went to sleep.

- Lizzye ... - Said a mysterious voice.

- Uh? Who's there? - She asked.

Lizzye - Hello, do you think we can be friends? - Asked the voice.

- Friends? But I don’t know who you are... And how do you know my name?

- I know everybody's name, dear.

Lizzye was increasingly worried.

- Who are you anyway? And why do you want my friendship? - She asked a little irritated.

- You know who I am if you accept being my friend, the reason does not matter right now.

The girl is silent.

- What is it? Are you afraid?

- No! But I don’t know you so there’s no way I’ll be your friend. - She said.

- Believe me, you will love to be my friend, you will regret if you do not accept.

- I don’t care! Let me sleep!

- You know best.

The girl, thinking about what the mysterious voice told her, fell asleep.

On Saturday morning she had arranged to go out with her friends. When she returned, it was about 11 pm. She realized that electricity was back, but Lizzye was exhausted and decided to go to bed. Before falling asleep, she heard a voice:

- Lizzye! At last you have arrived! So, let’s be friends?

- To me it makes no difference ...

- May I consider it as a "yes"?

- Whatever, now let me sleep!

The next night, Lizzye was greeted with the same voice:

- Since you accepted being my friend, I need to talk to you.

- Friend? Uh ... Ah, whatever! Shoot.

- You know, I liked you, so I will not kill yo when your time comes...

- What? How so? Then I'll be immortal? - She asked, startled.

- Well, yes... But say you won’t remain here in "this world", but in "my world."

- Still I don’t get it... - She said confused.

- I'll explain: I went out looking for people, the ones who interested me more, but none of them accepted being my friends. You have accepted, so I have to take you.

- But why?!

- I need your help to bring other people when their time comes.

- I can’t, I have duties here!

- If you are with me, you will not have them anymore! I want new friends, and I will also need your help for this.

- And my family and friends?

- They'll think you're gone.

- But I don’t even know your name...

- I am Death. Come with me?

- Let me see you.

Before the eyes of Lizzye, was a shadowy figure, with his whole body covered with a black cloak, his face was not visible.

- So, shall we? - Asked Death.

Manoella was preparing to sleep after a hard and very tiring day.

- Manoella... - Said a mysterious voice.

- Who's there?

- Hello Manoella, wanna be my friend?

Manoella, confused, asked many questions, and told how her life was difficult, she had lost relatives, lost her job, she no longer had the will to live, at least not in "this world".

- Well then, accept to be my friend, and come to "my world".

- Before I need to know who you are. - Said Manoella.

- I am the friend of Death...

Ps.: If you want to read the original here is the link: Amiga Da Morte and the text is in portuguese.

YOTSUYA KAIDAN - FAMOUS JAPANESE LEGEND

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Sat, 09 Mar 2013 13:42:00 +0000

Yotsuya Kaidan, the story of Oiwa and Tamiya Lemon, is a tale of betrayal, murder and ghostly revenge.

One of the most famous Japanese legends it’s Oiwa, the woman mistreated by her husband that kills herself and comes back from the dead to exact her terrifying revenge.

Oiwa, a beautiful woman, aroused the greed of Lemon, a strong warrior. Oiwa also is fueled by love for the warrior, but Oiwa's father did not like Lemon and had a bad feeling about the boy and he were right. Seeing the father of Oiwa as an impediment in his way, on a day that Lemon was drunk and met with her father he killed him with a sword.

Liar, the killer tells Oiwa that she’ll be avenged by the killers of her father. Amazed at the goodness of the false liar, she surrenders to him and the two marry. Later, Oiwa becomes pregnant and gives birth to a baby, but she gets sick, suffering from postpartum depression and abandoned by Lemon, who gets more out than at home with his wife and son.

He then begins to show interest in Oume, daughter of a wealthy merchant. Oume was pretty bad though, and having Oiwa like a stone to hinder her path, plotted with Lemon a plan to get her out of the way once and for all. Oume gave Lemon a poison that would kill Oiwa. Lemon agreed, was selfish and Oume was rich. Lemon makes Oiwa take the poison, but she does not die, instead something terrible happens to her: her hair falls in large volume, and her beautiful face gets deformed, leaving her with a horrible appearance. Needed a pretext to separate from Oiwa, Lemon threats a local youth to seduce her. Frightened at the appearance of the woman, the young man confesses the entire plan of evil of Lemon and Oume. Bewildered and disturbed, Oiwa ends her own life by cutting her throat.

When Lemon hears what happened with Oiwa, he gets angry and kills the young man who spoiled his plan, tying him with the body of Oiwa and throwing them away in a river, and spreads to all the village that they were both lovers.

Sometime later Lemon marries Oume, but on their wedding night, Oiwa, who now became a vengeful spirit begins to haunt and disturb Lemon with macabre visions. Lemon, freaked and having macabre visions, eventually beheaded Oume since Oiwa, who only appeared to Lemon, made him look Oume but see herself, leading him to kill his wife. Oiwa did not stop there, made Lemon kill the father and mother of Oume too.

The end of the tale has many variations, from Lemon’s suicide by being driven crazy til that Oiwa could have killed him.

The people discover all the terrible plot and buries the body of Oiwa in order to give peace to the her spirit, but in vain. The hatred of the poor woman is so that her soul can not get rid of the bitterness, and so she is always launching vengeful curses on people. They say that if a person cynical and unaware visits the place where Oiwa’s body is buried, their face will be disfigured mysteriously.

Today, Oiwa's grave is inside the Temple Of Myookooji, near Sugamo Station Subway Mita Line. The temple was originally Yotshuya, but in 1909 moved to the current neighborhood. Oiwa's grave is at the foot of a tree and is a pilgrimage site for artists that represent the character in plays, such as Kabuki and summer theaters.

THE LEGEND OF THE SLENDER MAN

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Wed, 20 Feb 2013 14:22:00 +0000

Some say that it all started in June, 2008 in a "Paranormal Pictures" photoshop contest launched in Something Awful Forums where contestants were required to turn ordinary pictures into something creepy or paranormal with the use of digital manipulation and that a guy by the name of Victor Surge posted two black and white pictures of unidentified children with a short description of a creature that would be "Slender Man". Others say that it may have been inspired by the villain called "Cabadath" sometimes referred as "Tall Man" of amateur adventures games entitled "Chzo Mythos" published by Ben Yahtzee Croshaw in 2003.

Nobody really knows about his origin... if he is an ET, someone from another dimension or just another new breed trying to survive. What is known is that he has been spotted right before the disappearance of many children.

Slender Man is described as a very tall and thin man like creature with big arms like tentacles or tentacles coming out of his back and no face, dressed in a black suit.

Slender Man became a well known mythical creature in many paranormal forums and boards and with time many other material about the creature popped on the internet and even some YouTuber projects like “MarbleHornets” for example started to upload entries with videos showing evidence of the real existence of this creature.

There was even an Episode of Dr Who Series called "The Silence" where a fictional religious movement led by Aliens portrayed creatures that looked just like The Slender Man – tall men like beings wearing black suits with featureless faces that had the power of mind control and made people loose memory when they looked away after seeing them.

Here it is a documentary video directed by Jared Hudson called "Slender Suits - The Documentary of the Slender Man", putting a little more light into the subject. Enjoy!

TOP 10 UNSOLVED MYSTERIES PART 2

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Fri, 30 Nov 2012 19:52:00 +0000

Croatoan

In 1584, Sir Walter Raleigh dispatched an expedition to the east coast of North America, since Queen Elizabeth I gave him permission to colonize Virginia. He returned from the trip with two American Indians and samples of animals and plants. Between 1585 and 1587, two groups of colonists were left on Roanoke Island (part of the current North Carolina) to secure their settlement seat.

Because of continuing struggles with the natives of the local tribes, the first colony had little food and men to defend the settlement, so when Sir Francis Drake visited them after a raid in the Caribbean and offered to take them back to the England, they accepted and left.

In 1587, 121 new settlers arrived and found the local natives (the Croatans) as being friendly. The first English child born in the Americas was the daughter of one of these settlers. The group tried to be friendly with some other tribes that the colonists had fought earlier, which resulted in the killing of George Howe. The remaining members of the group convinced the leader to return to England and bring help. The leader (John White) returned to England leaving behind ninety men, seventeen women, and eleven children.

When White returned in August 1590, the settlement was deserted. There were no signs of struggle or remains were ever found. The only clue was the word "Croatoan" carved into a post of the fort and "Cro" carved into a nearby tree. The settlement became known as the "Lost Colony" and none of the members were ever seen again till this day.

Their fate became one of the great unsolved mysteries of history.

The Mary Celeste

The Mary Celeste was launched in Nova Scotia in 1860. Its original name was "Amazon". It was 31 feet long, displaced 280 tons and was recorded as a half-brig. For the next 10 years the ship was involved in numerous accidents in the sea, and went through a number of owners. Ultimately it appeared at an auction of "salvation" in which it was purchased for $ 3,000. After many repairs, it was placed on American record and renamed "Mary Celeste".

The new captain of the "Mary Celeste" was Benjamin Briggs, 37, a master with three previous commands. On November 7, 1872, the ship departed New York with Captain Briggs, his wife, young daughter and a crew of eight. The ship was loaded with 1700 barrels of raw American alcohol, bound for Genoa, Italy. The captain, his family and crew were never seen again. The ship was found floating in the middle of the Strait of Gibraltar. There was no sign of struggle on the ship and all documents except the captain's logbook, were missing.

In early 1873, it was reported that two lifeboats stranded in Spain, with a body and an American flag, the other containing five bodies. It has been argued that these must have been the remains of the crew of the Mary Celeste. However, the bodies apparently have never been identified.

The Black Dahlia

"The Black Dahlia" was a nickname given to Elizabeth Short (July 29, 1924 – c. January 15, 1947), a 22 year old American woman who was the victim of a gruesome and much-publicized murder.

Short was found mutilated, her body sliced in half at the waist, on January 15, 1947, in Leimert Park, Los Angeles, California. Short's severely mutilated body was severed at the waist and completely drained of blood. Her face had been slashed from the corners of her mouth toward her ears, creating an effect called the Glasgow smile. The body had been washed and cleaned and had been "posed" with her hands over her head and her elbows bent at right angles.

The autopsy stated that Short was 5 feet 5 inches (1.65 m) tall, weighed 115 pounds (52 kg), and had light blue eyes, brown hair, and badly decayed teeth. There were ligature marks on her ankles, wrists, and neck.

Short's unsolved murder has been the source of widespread speculation, leading to many suspects, along with several books and film adaptations of the story. As it stands, the case remains unsolved and one of Los Angeles most famous murder cases.

The Hum

"The hum" is a persistent and invasive low-frequency humming noise not audible to all people, heard in many places around the world, especially in the U.S., UK and Northern Europe. Usually heard only in quiet environments, and is often described as appearing to be the sound of a distant diesel engine. Since it was proven to be undetectable by mics or VLF antennae, its source and nature are still a mystery.

In 1997, Congress ordered the scientists and observers from some of the most prestigious research institutes in the nation to investigate a strange low frequency noise heard by residents in and around a small town called Taos, New Mexico. For years those who heard the noise, often described by them as a "hum", have sought answers. Until today, no one knows the cause of the "hum".

The Shroud of Turin

The shroud of Turin is a piece of linen that contains the image of a man who apparently died of crucifixion. Many Catholics consider him as the cloak that wrapped the body of Jesus Christ. It is currently kept in the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist in Turin, Italy.

Despite several scientific investigations, no one has yet been able to explain how the image was imprinted on the shroud, and despite several attempts, no one has yet managed to replicate the feat. Tests of the radiocarbon dated to the Middle Ages, however apologists for the shroud believe it is incorrupt - and carbon dating can only date things which decay.

Previous to the middle ages, reports of the shroud exist as the Image of Edessa - reliably reported since at least the 4th century. In addition, another cloth (the Sudarium) known since biblical times (John 20:7) is said to have covered Christ's head in the tomb. A 1999 study by Mark Guscin, a member of the multidisciplinary investigation team of the Spanish Center Sindonology, investigated the relationship between the two tissues. Based on history, forensic pathology, blood type (the Shroud is reported to have AB blood stains), and stain patterns, he concluded that the two tissues covered the same head at two distinct periods, but close to each other. Avinoam Danin (a researcher at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem) concurred with this analysis, adding that the pollen grains on the two tissues are the same.

THE DAY CHUCK NORRIS WAS ROBBED

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Thu, 29 Nov 2012 16:38:00 +0000

If someone asks who is the last person anyone would think of robbing certainly 80% or more of respondents answer would be "Chuck Norris".

Over the years a lot of jokes about Chuck Norris appeared, but many do not know somebody actually have tried to rob him once, check out the real story:

Surprisingly two idiots tried it in 1994. Norris mentions all of this in his autobiography, "Against All Odds". And, by his testimony, that's what happened...

In 1994, early in his job as Walker, Texas Ranger, Norris was living in Dallas, Texas, where the show was filmed. One day he was walking down the street all alone, no entourage, no fans following him, no bodyguards, not even his wife. He turned next to a block in the commercial area of downtown skyscrapers and saw two men, a little bigger than him, coming straight for him on the other side of the court.

They were looking right at him, Norris thought they wanted autographs. Then he walked up to them and stopped with a smile, after that, the one that was in front of him, picked up a pair of large knives, and said: "Give me your wallet, Chuck! Give it to me!"

Norris amazed opened his mouth, and then asked: "Are you crazy!?"

"No, we know who you are! And we know you have a lot of money! Now give it to me, or you're dead!"

Now, before we go any further, let's just go over some of the particulars. All jokes aside, Chuck Norris actually has the following belts: 1st degree in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, 8th Degree Master in Tae Kwon Do, 9th degree in Jeet Kune Do with Bruce Lee ( he was Lee's best student), Dan Inosanto, 10th degree Shito-Ryu Karate, 10th degree in Tang Soo Do, 11 degrees in Chun Kuk Do.

Granted, his art is his own mix, a hybrid of all the best moves he's learned over the years, all blended for both self-defense and competition, and is only allowed a grade of 10 or better at anything when you found your own dojo. But that's enough to say that the burglars never used their weapons.

The police arrived about 4 minutes later, three officers in two cars, and were greeted by a scene of two men with guns, very broken (the bones had gone through the skin) sitting on the sidewalk, two knives with blood in the gutter, and Chuck Norris, the Almighty, leaning against the wall, wearing his beard, jeans, cowboy boots and a cowboy hat.... and giving shoulders for them. The police started laughing so hard, holding up the walls, unable to put the cuffs on the thieves. One of the officers asked: "Didn't you not know who he was?"

The thief said: "Yes, we knew who he was! We thought all the crap that appeared on TV was fake!"

BURIED ALIVE

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Wed, 28 Nov 2012 16:10:00 +0000

They say that when people are very close, even after death, they are able to communicate.

A long time ago an old lady complained of constant chest pain, but at the time the medicine did not have all the resources we have today, leading to the poor lady's death on a cold winter morning.

The funeral, as the usual, was done at home, and before arriving the night, she was buried.

Her husband, already used to live with her for so many years, was heartbroken, he would now have to face life alone, since their children were all grown up, married and lived far away.

On this same night, still feeling very lost, he tried to make something to eat, using a lantern and some lit candles on the table, when he heard the cries of his wife in the room, screaming his name.

Amid groans, she said "Emiro, help me", which left him paralyzed. Even terrified, he had to go see, then took courage, took a lamp and went to the room.

As he was approaching the room, he realized that the voice and cry were disappearing until it was complete silence. When he entered the room, saw their messy bed and did not understand because he was sure he left it tidy, but decided to go back to the kitchen. When leaving the room the crying started again, then he came back and put the lamp inside the room, trying to see something, that was when he saw the legs of his dead wife in bed, but he would not see his face because he feared what he could see.

The legs, now gray, writhing on the bed. Scared, he ran out of the room while she screamed "Emiro, help me", and then her voice trailed off.

The fear had taken hold of him, so he decided to stay on the porch smoking his pipe to calm down because he had nowhere to go. Without the courage to get inside the house, he ended up sleeping on the porch.

But his nightmare had just begun. He ended up dreaming that his wife was in the coffin, and "clawed desperately trying to leave the lid until her nails began to disengage from her flesh, her mouth went dry and she could not find the air anymore, until completely lost her strength and with her eyes wide open and look of dread, she died. "

Startled, he woke up in the balcony, almost breathless, as if he was inside the coffin. Trying to calm down, he stopped, breathed, and decided to talk to their children. His brother tried to calm him, saying it was nothing, it was just a nightmare he had because he was still reeling from the recent loss.

But for him, something was wrong, so he decided to ask the sheriff to exhume his wife's body, but this was denied, since there was not any evidence, and dreams could not prove anything.

The same nightmare was repeated for several days and increasingly seemed more and more real, leaving the husband increasingly terrified and unsure of what to do. Desperate and crying, he decided to again ask the sheriff who scared and worried about the man's state of mind, decided to grant the request.

When the coffin was opened, they heard screaming. Terrified people started crying watching the scene. "The coffin lid was scratched, his wife's mouth and eyes wide open, as in the dream."

This was the last day anyone doubted a dream.

THE MARCH OF DEATH FROM SANDAKAN

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Tue, 27 Nov 2012 22:37:00 +0000

During World War II, various human atrocities were carried out by all sides that fought it. The Japanese in particular did not spare their enemies, so much that they were protagonists on an event that left a dark mark in history: The March Of Death From Sandakan.

In the midst of war many British and Australian soldiers were eventually captured by the Japanese in Borneo, Indonesia. Asians forced their prisoners to walk for more than 247 kilometers in a heat of nearly forty degrees without giving them food or water. Many died of starvation or dehydration. And everyone who complained were punctured or beheaded by Japanese bayonets.

Therefore only six prisoners survived, they were the ones that fled in moments of distraction from their guards, otherwise they would have died along with their companions. This cruel episode was very well known because it was an act of mass torture that went public.

And now, almost seventy years later, Major John Tulloch was retracing the route taken by prisoners and ended up taking a picture. And what was supposed to be a simple recollection picture of the place proved something much more impressive, because it seems that the ghosts of those who had to live that infernal march are still walking around.

In the picture above taken by the Major, you can clearly see what appears to be skeletal figures of people walking in a scene that must be very similar to that which happened in the March of death from Sandakan. Were these the spirits of the dead soldiers, still trapped in the nightmare that led to their death?

THE WATERFALL OF THE ETERNAL FLAME

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Mon, 26 Nov 2012 22:13:00 +0000

Fire and water are two things that do not mix, because they live on opposite sides, so when we need to eliminate a flame is water that we use.

But in nature there is an unusual place, where these two elements apparently live in relative peace.

At the base of a waterfall, in the U.S. state of New York, there is a different place, where a flame burns eternally beside the waterfall, in a sort of natural chamber, where natural gas is released, and this gas does keep the flame Burning like a candle lost in the woods and hidden behind the waterfall.

The phenomenon for many years led locals to believe that there lived the spirit of nature or even fairies, but over time people have been noticing that there was a smell in that place that was different from other parts of that forest, and eventually it was discovered that what was feeding the flame was a natural gas leak and that put an ending to the legends involving the mysterious flame and its origin.

Still, the phenomenon is nonetheless beautiful and interesting as it is unique in the world and it attracts thousands of tourists every year, who go there to observe the Waterfall of the Eternal Flame burning steadily in a show created by nature.

THE THREE PRIESTS

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Sun, 25 Nov 2012 01:43:00 +0000

This fact, as I was told, happened in São Leopoldo, a county in the State of Rio Grande Do Sul, Brazil. It was the time when the Church of the Sacred Heart of Jesus was not yet built, there was only the Jesuit College and, beside it, the priests' cemetery.

On a cold rainy night, a guy came with his bike home from work. Although he was afraid to go through the cemetery in the dark, that was the way to get to his home. He was riding in the dark, in the rain when lightning brightened the sky and he saw three figures who passed close to him, by the roadside.

They were three Jesuit priests in their black and long outfits and they passed through the boy, made a blessing sign and moved on. Guido – this was the name of the young worker - thought very strange to see those religious men walking around there at that time and under that weather. And even stranger, they were completely dry and did not carry umbrellas. Then, turning back, to his dismay and surprise there was no one there! The road was deserted.

Realizing that he had just faced something from the other world (supernatural), Guido made the sign of the cross and rode at full speed and never pass that way again, because the three priests could still be there waiting for him...

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TOP 10 UNSOLVED MYSTERIES PART 1

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Thu, 26 Apr 2012 18:37:00 +0000

This list comprises the most famous Unsolved Mysteries known to man that really defy rational explanation.

The Babushka Lady

During the analysis of the film footage of the assassination of John F. Kennedy in 1963, a mysterious lady was spotted. She was wearing a brown overcoat and a scarf on her head. Her nickname arose from the headscarf she wore similar to scarves worn by elderly Russian women.

The woman appeared to be holding something in front of her face which is believed to be a camera. Even though the shooting had already taken place and most of her surrounding witnesses took cover, she can be seen still standing with the camera at her face. She was observed standing on the grass between Elm and Main streets.

The FBI publicly requested the woman to come forward and give them the footage she shot that day but she never did.

Till this day she nor the film she may have taken have been positively identified.

The Zodiac Killer

The Zodiac Killer was a serial killer who operated in Northern California in the late 1960s and early 1970s. The killer's identity remains unknown.

The Zodiac murdered victims in Benicia, Vallejo, Lake Berryessa and San Francisco between December 1968 and October 1969. Four men and three women between the ages of 16 and 29 were targeted.

The killer originated the name "Zodiac" in a series of taunting letters sent to the local Bay Area press. These letters included four cryptograms (or ciphers). Of the four cryptograms sent, only one has been solved.

The Zodiac Killer's crimes, letters and cryptograms to police and newspapers inspired many movies, novels, television productions and other serial killers but the identity of the killer until now remains a mystery.

The Bermuda Triangle

The Bermuda Triangle, also known as the Devil's Triangle, is a region in the western part of the North Atlantic Ocean where a number of aircraft and surface vessels are said to have disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

Popular culture has attributed these disappearances to the paranormal, time warps, ufo's, Atlantis and other spiritual explanations..

There is still no explanation for the unusual large number of disappearances in the area.

Jack The Ripper

In the later half of 1888, London was terrorized by a series of murderers in the east end (largely in the Whitechapel area). The name originated in a letter, written by someone claiming to be the murderer, that was disseminated in the media. The letter is widely believed to have been a hoax, and may have been written by a journalist in a deliberate attempt to heighten interest in the story.

The victims were typically female prostitutes who had their throats cut and bodies mutilated. In some cases the bodies were discovered just minutes after the ripper had left the scene. The removal of internal organs from at least three of the victims led to proposals that their killer possessed anatomical or surgical knowledge.

The police at the time had many suspects but could never find enough evidence to convict anyone.

In modern times there has been some speculation that Prince Albert Victor was the murderer. Even with modern police investigation methods, no further light has been shed on the murders till this day.

The Voynich Manuscript

The Voynich manuscript, described as "the world's most mysterious manuscript", is a work which dates to the early 15th century, possibly from northern Italy. It is named after the book dealer Wilfrid Voynich, who purchased it in 1912.

Some pages are missing, but the current version comprises about 240 vellum pages, most with illustrations. Much of the manuscript resembles herbal manuscripts of the time period, seeming to present illustrations and information about plants and their possible uses for medical purposes. However, most of the plants do not match known species, and the manuscript's script and language remain unknown and unreadable.

Count Of St. Germain

The Count of St. Germain (Transylvania, May 28, 1696 - Eckernförde (?), February 27, 1784) was one of the most mysterious figures of the eighteenth century. Known as mystic, alchemist, goldsmith, diamond cutter, a courtier, adventurer, scientist, musician and composer. After the date of his death (accuracy uncertain), several organizations have adopted it as a mystical figure model. According to ancient accounts, was immortal and had the elixir of youth and the philosopher's stone.

In 1779 St. Germain came to Altona in Schleswig, where he became a friend of Prince Charles of Hesse-Kassel, who provided materials and allowances for Earl perform their experiments.

On February 27, 1784 the Comte de Saint Germain died in residence near the factory provided by Prince Charles of Hesse-Kassel. His death was recorded in the annals of the Church of St. Nicholas in Eckernförde and was buried on March 2. On 3 april mayor of the camera and proclaims Eckernförde issued an auction of the few possessions left by the count, since no relatives came to claim them.

In the late nineteenth century began to appear rumored sightings of the earl. St. Germain allegedly been seen in 1835 in Paris, and in 1867 in Milan. Adherents of theosophy were proponents of such an immortality of the count, claiming it as the master and who was still alive.

Several legends have arisen surrounding the Count of St. Germain, which lacks historical support. Nowadays these legends are acclaimed by mystical-religious groups.

CELEBRITIES WHO DIED IN BIZARRE CIRCUMSTANCES

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Thu, 19 Apr 2012 13:11:00 +0000

Sonny Bono

Bono died on January 5, 1998 of injuries sustained when he hit a tree while skiing on the Nevada side of Heavenly Ski Resort near South Lake Tahoe, California. His death came just a little less than a week after Michael Kennedy, a son of Robert F. Kennedy, died in a similar skiing accident in Aspen, Colorado.

After Bono's death, Mary told an interviewer from TV Guide that Sonny had been addicted to and was seriously abusing prescription drugs, mainly Vicodin and Valium. Though Mary claimed that Sonny's drug use caused the accident, the autopsy performed by the Douglas County Coroner showed no indication of any substances or alcohol.

Natalie Wood

The Rebel Without A Cause actress died in 1981 at 43, after falling overboard on a boat sailing near California's Catalina Island.

According to the autopsy report, Wood had dozens of bruises on her body, including injuries to her face and arms. The autopsy found that her blood alcohol level was .14, and an examining doctor stated that it was higher when she went overboard. They also found two drugs in her bloodstream: Cyclivine, a sea-sickness pill, and Darvon, a painkiller, which they believed caused a "much more drunken state" when combined with alcohol.

Officials ruled her death an accidental drowning, adding Wood had drank as many as eight glasses of wine, and was intoxicated when she died.

Detail: The West Side Story actress had developed a deep-rooted fear of water ever since her mother warned her as a child that she would meet her death by drowning in 'dark water'.

Marvin Gaye

The singer was fatally shot by his father, Marvin Gay, Sr. in the West Adams district of Los Angeles at their house on Gramercy Place (Marvin was living in his parents house at the time because he was depressed and suicidal). Gaye was shot twice after an altercation he had with his father after intervening in an argument between his parents over misplaced business documents. Gaye's wounds proved to be fatal and he was pronounced dead on arrival at the California Hospital Medical Center.

Gaye's father had reportedly been beaten by the singer prior to the shooting, and received five years of probation after pleading guilty to manslaughter charges.

Gaye's death produced several musical tributes over the years including recollections of the incidents leading to his death.

Michael Jackson

While preparing for his concert series titled This Is It, Jackson died at the age of 50 of acute propofol and benzodiazepine intoxication on June 25, 2009, after suffering from cardiac arrest. The Los Angeles County Coroner ruled his death a homicide and his personal physician was convicted of involuntary manslaughter.

The day after Michael Jackson passed away, Lisa Marie Presley took to her blog on MySpace and posted about a conversation they had years ago where Michael Jackson stated that he was afraid he was going to end up like her father Elvis Presley.

Jackson's death triggered a global outpouring of grief, and as many as one billion people around the world reportedly watched his public memorial service on live television.

Lisa “Left Eye” Lopez

The TLC beauty, known for hits such as Waterfalls and No Scrubs, died of head and neck injuries at 30 in 2002, following a single-car accident in La Ceiba, Honduras.

A documentary on the final twenty-six days of Lopes's life, titled The Last Days of Left Eye premiered at the Atlanta Film Festival in April 2007. The film captured a car accident in which Lopes was a passenger and her assistant was the driver.

Ten-year-old Bayron Isaul Fuentes Lopez walked into the path of the van driven by Lopes' personal assistant. The child had been trailing after his sisters and brothers and stepped off the median strip at the last minute. The boy was hit. Lopes' party stopped and found the boy critically injured. They loaded him into the car, and Lisa cradled the dying boy's bleeding head in her arms. Someone gave him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation as they rushed him to a nearby hospital. The boy died the next day and Lopes paid for his medical expenses and funeral.

Earlier in the documentary, Lopes mentioned that she felt the presence of a "spirit" following her, and was struck by the fact that the child killed in the accident shared her last name, even thinking that the spirit may have made a mistake by taking his life instead of hers. The program also showed the last minutes of Lopes's life, including her swerving off the road.

Brandon Lee

The son of karate icon Bruce Lee died at 28 in 1993 in Wilmington, North Carolina after he was accidentally shot on the set of his film "The Crow" by a gun with malfunction.

One of the scenes shot for the film required that a gun was loaded, cocked and pointed at the camera but because of the short distance of the shot, live ammunition was real but with no gunpowder. After completion of this scene, the assistant wiped the gun dealer to remove the capsules, knocking one of the bullets in the barrel. The gun was loaded with blanks (which usually has two or three times more powder than a normal bullet to make a loud noise). Lee entered the set with a grocery bag containing an explosive bag of artificial blood. The bullet that was stuck in the barrel was accidentally shot at Lee passed through the bag he carried, causing holes in his internal organs and breaking his spine, causing his death by internal bleeding, even with the desperate attempt of a six-hour surgery to remove the bullet. There were rumors that the negatives with the filming of his death would have been destroyed without ever being revealed.

To this day, many questions exist regarding the circumstances of Lee's death.

David Carradine

The veteran star of classics like Kung Fu and Kill Bill died in 2009 when he was in Bangkok to shoot his latest film, Stretch. A police official said Carradine was found hanging by a rope naked in the room's closet, causing immediate speculation that his death was suicide. However, reported evidence suggested that his death was the result of autoerotic asphyxiation. Two autopsies were conducted and concluded that the death was not caused by suicide. The cause of death became widely accepted as "accidental asphyxiation".

Immediately following his death, two of his former wives, Gail Jensen and Marina Anderson, stated publicly that his sexual interests included the practice of self-bondage. Anderson, who had plans to publish a tell-all book about her marriage to Carradine, said in an interview with Access Hollywood, "There was a dark side to David, there was a very intense side to David. People around him know that." Previously in her divorce filing she had claimed that "It was the continuation of abhorrent and deviant sexual behavior which was potentially deadly."

TOP 10 EVIL CHILDREN PART 2

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Wed, 18 Apr 2012 14:01:00 +0000

4. Jon Venables And Robert Thompson

Jon Venables and Robert Thompson (both 10 years old) had been stealing things all day at the shopping center - candy, a troll doll, some batteries, a can of blue paint, and other incidentals.

They boys approached James Bulger who had been wandering by the open door of the shop while his mother placed an orderand spoke to him, before taking him by the hand and leading him out of the precinct. This moment was captured on a CCTV camera recording timestamped at 15:42.

The boys took Bulger on a meandering 2.5-mile (4.0 km) walk across Liverpool to the Leeds and Liverpool Canal where he was dropped on his head and suffered injuries to his face. The boys joked about pushing Bulger into the canal. During the walk across Liverpool, the boys were seen by 38 people. Bulger had a bump on his forehead and was crying, but most bystanders did nothing to intervene, assuming that he was a younger brother. Two people challenged the older boys, but they claimed that Bulger was a younger brother or that he was lost and they were taking him to the local police station. At one point, the boys took Bulger into a pet shop, from which they were ejected. Eventually the boys arrived in the village of Walton, and with Walton Lane police station across the road facing them, they hesitated and led Bulger up a steep bank to a railway line near the disused Walton & Anfield railway station, close to Anfield Cemetery, where they began torturing him.

The video cameras at the mall caught several images of James Bulger in the hands of his killers, frozen in time. He was to be taken on a long, aimless walk, cruelly tortured along the way. James was senselessly abducted, tortured and beaten to death by his ten-year-old captors, who callously abandoned him on the railroad tracks.

Before they left him, the boys laid Bulger across the railway tracks and weighted his head down with rubble, in the hope that a train would hit him and make his death appear to be an accident.

The case's pathologist, stated that Bulger suffered so many injuries - 42 in total - that none could be isolated as the fatal blow.

3. Jesse Pomeroy

Jesse Harding Pomeroy was the youngest person convicted of the crime of murder in the first degree in the history of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.

Jesse Pomeroy was 14 when he was arrested in 1874 for the horrific murder of a four-year-old boy. He was quickly labeled “The Boston Boy Fiend.”

His horrible trek had begun three years earlier with the sexual torture of seven other boys. For those crimes, Pomeroy was sentenced to a children’s reform school but was released early. Not long after, he mutilated and killed a 10-year-old girl who came into his mother’s store. A month later, he kidnapped 4-year-old Horace Mullen, took him to a swamp outside town and slashed him so savagely with a knife that he nearly decapitated him. Because of his strange appearance (he had a milky white eye) and his previous abhorrent behavior, he was under suspicion. When he was shown the body and asked if he’d done it, he responded with a nonchalant, “I suppose I did.” Then the girl was found buried in his mother’s cellar and he confessed to that murder, as well.

He was convicted and sentenced to death. Following a public outcry against condemning children to death, his sentence was commuted to forty years of solitary confinement.

2. Mary Bell

Mary Bell was convicted of strangling a young boy, Martin Brown, on May 25, 1968, the day before her 11th birthday. She was, as far as anyone knows, alone on this occasion. On July 31, 1968, Mary and her friend (Norma Bell - no relation to Mary) took part in the death, again by strangulation, of three-year-old Brian Howe. Police reports concluded that Mary Bell had gone back after killing him to carve an “N” into his stomach with a razor, this was then changed using the same razor but with a different hand to an “M”. Mary Bell also used a pair of scissors to cut off bits of Brian Howe’s hair and part of his genitals. As the girls were so young and their testimonies contradicted each other, it has never been entirely clear precisely what happened.

Martin Brown’s death was initially ruled an accident as there was no evidence of foul play. Eventually, his death was linked with Brian Howe’s killing and in August, the two girls were charged with two counts of manslaughter. Mary was released in 1980 with court ordered anonymity. In 2003, the courts awarded her and her daughter anonymity for life.

1. Eric Harris And Dylan Klebold

The rise of school shootings has been staggering over the past 15 years and they still leave many people ultimately wondering why? Most of the kids involved had been ridiculed one way or another by not only school mates, but also family members at home. These murderous children acquired large caliber weapons in most cases; though in others, knives, hand guns, or the like were brought in to their schools and use just as effectively. Teachers, faculty, and students loose their lives each and every time this happens.

On Tuesday, April 20, 1999, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, embarked on a massacre, killing 12 students and 1 teacher. They also injured 21 other students directly, and three people were injured while attempting to escape. The pair then committed suicide. It is the fourth-deadliest school massacre in United States history, after the 1927 Bath School disaster, 2007 Virginia Tech massacre, and the 1966 University of Texas massacre, and the deadliest for an American high school.

In the aftermath, a great deal of debate occurred about the killers' motivation and whether anything could have prevented the crime. Unlike some other school shootings, the fact that both shooters committed suicide made this one particularly difficult to assess. Answers were slow in coming. There were no arrests or trial through which the victims could vent their outrage.

This list is nothing but the tip of the ever-increasing iceberg...

TOP 10 EVIL CHILDREN PART 1

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Wed, 18 Apr 2012 13:25:00 +0000

Children are supposed to be innocent and pure; without malice, contempt, sinister anger or desires to kill, yet every year many commit horrific crimes.

Here is a list with Ten of the Most Evil Children in History. The age limit for this list is 17 years old.

10. Brian And David Freeman

The Freeman boys had always been a handful, drinking beer from the age of six, taking drugs and even becoming racist skinheads. Everyone in the community knew they were troubled, but no one expected them to kill their whole family in cold blood.

Bryan Freeman, 17 and David, 16, who had shaved and tattooed their heads as a symbol of their neo-Nazi beliefs, were immediate suspects when their parents and younger brother were found bludgeoned to death in their Salisbury Township, PA, home. The boys had been terrorizing the family and as a whole, the town. As the police told it, the triple murder uncovered in Salisbury Township, Pa., that week was every parent’s nightmare - the ghastly culmination of a long-running battle of wills between the parents Brenda and Dennis Freeman and their loutish, hulking sons Bryan and David.

9. Edmund Kemper

Also known as "The Co-ed Killer", he is an American serial killer and a necrophile who was active in California in the early 1970s.

In 1964, when Edmund Kemper was 15, he shot his grandparents, killing them both. He had been planning his repulsive act for some time and had no regrets later. The California Youth Authority detained him in Juvenile Hall so that they could put him through rigorous series of tests administered by a psychiatrist. Because the results suggested that he was a paranoid psychotic, he was sent to Atascadero State Hospital for treatment. There he learned what others thought about his crime and worked hard to make his doctors believe that he had recovered.

Although he was considered a sociopath, he worked in the psychology lab to help administer the tests to others. In the process, he learned a lot about other deviant offenders. Kemper was released after another five years and remained under the supervision of the Youth Authority. His doctors recommended that he not be returned to his mother’s care, but the Youth Authority ignored this. After Kemper murdered and dismembered eight women over the next five years, these same doctors affirmed his insanity defense. In fact, even as he was carrying parts of his victims around, a panel of psychiatrists judged him to be no threat to society.

8. Joshua Phillips

In 1998, 14-year-old Joshua Phillips bludgeoned his 8-year-old neighbor to death and hid her body beneath his bed. Seven days later, his mother noticed something leaking from beneath the bed. Joshua claimed that’s he’d accidentally hit Maddie in the eye with his baseball bat causing her to scream. In his panic he dragged her to his home where he hit her again and then stabbed her eleven times.

His story failed to convince a Florida jury, who convicted of the first degree murder, and sentenced to life in prison without chance of parole.

His mother is still appealing his conviction based upon the fact that he was given an adult penalty for his crime and at age 26, Joshua Phillip is still in prison serving his life sentence.

7. Willie Bosket

Willie Bosket, born on December 9, 1962, is a convicted murderer, whose crimes, committed while he was still a minor, led to a change in New York state law, so that juveniles as young as thirteen could be tried in adult court for murder and would face the same penalties.

On March 19, 1978, Willie Bosket, then fifteen years old, shot dead Noel Perez on the New York subway, during an attempt to steal some money and a watch. Eight days later, Bosket shot another man, Moises Perez (no relation to his first victim) in another botched robbery attempt. Bosket was tried and convicted of the murders in the New York City Family court, where he was sentenced to five years in prison (the maximum for a minor).

The short length of Bosket’s sentence caused a public outcry, and led the New York State Legislature to pass the Juvenile Offender Act of 1978. Under this act, children as young as thirteen years old could be tried in an adult court for crimes such as murder, rape, arson, assault and burglary, and receive the same penalties as adults. New York was the first state to enact a law of this nature; many other legislatures have since followed suit.

Bosket was eventually released from prison, but has subsequently been convicted of a number of other felonies, for which he has received a number of life sentences. He is currently in the New York prison system, in solitary confinement.

6. Laurie Tackett

On the morning of Saturday, January 11, 1992, Indiana resident Donn Foley and his brother Ralph decided to do some quail hunting in a nearby Jefferson County forest. Just one mile into their trip, as Donn turned onto Lemon Road, Ralph spotted a strange object just a few feet from the road in a barren soybean field. At once it appeared to them that it might be a body, but the form was so badly burned and scarred that it looked to them to be a doll. Upon closer investigation, it became painfully obvious that it was not a doll.

Upon investigation, it turned out to be the body of Shanda Sharer who would later be found the victim of a jealous lesbian love triangle. Her body, prior to the murder, had been slashed and stabbed with death eventually resulting from torching. Laurie Tackett was ultimately implicated along with Toni Lawrence and Hope Rippey.

Mary Laurine (Laurie) Tackett was born on October 5, 1974 in Madison, Indiana. Her mother was a fundamentalist Pentecostal Christian and her father was a factory worker with two felony convictions and prison stints in the 1960s. Tackett claimed she was molested at least twice as a child, at ages five and twelve.

5. Brenda Anne Spencer

On Monday, January 29, 1979, 16-year-old Brenda Ann Spencer put herself by a window in her home and began randomly shooting at Grover Cleveland Elementary School across the street. She opened fire as children were waiting outside for principal Burton Wragg to open the gate. The shooting claimed the lives of Wragg and Mike Suchar, and injured eight students and a police officer. Wragg was killed while trying to help the children, and Suchar was killed while trying to pull Wragg to safety.

The school was across the street from her house. She used the rifle she had recently been given for Christmas by her father. When the six-hour incident ended and the pretty teenager was asked why she had committed the crime, she shrugged and replied, “I don’t like Mondays. This livens up the day.” She also said: “I had no reason for it, and it was just a lot of fun.” “It was just like shooting ducks in a pond.” and “(The children) looked like a herd of cows standing around; it was really easy pickings.”

Her lack of remorse and inability to provide a serious explanation for her actions when captured inspired the song “I Don’t Like Mondays” by The Boomtown Rats, written by socialist musician Bob Geldof. Her quote “I don’t like Mondays” also appears written on a wall in the movie, The Breakfast Club.

FIVE REALLY SCARY URBAN LEGENDS

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Mon, 16 Apr 2012 03:13:00 +0000

Scary urban legends exist almost everywhere. Many urban legends are real stories that have changed over time to the point where they are no longer recognizable as the original story. Other urban legends are simply made up stories that have no basis in truth. These particular urban legend of this post have thrilled people for several generations and they still are some of the most common legends told at slumber parties and camping trips.

Don't Answer The Phone

A babysitter was watching television one night after putting the kids to bed, and the phone rang. When she answered it there was no one on the other end - just a sound of breath.

Two minutes later, the phone rang again. This time a hysterical laughter burst out of the phone. Concerned, she called the operator, who told her that they would trace the call.

When the phone rang again, she answered it to hear a low, terrifying laugh again before the caller hung up.

Barely seconds later, the phone rang once more. The operator shouted, "Ma'am, you have to get out of the house right now. We traced the call and it's coming from the other extension in your house!" The babysitter dropped the phone and as she raced to the front door, she heard the pounding footsteps of someone racing down the stairs. She ran out of the house and collided into a police officer. As the officer and his partner ran into the house they found a man holding a butcher's knife. The murderer had entered the house through an upstairs window, murdered both children and was planning to murder the babysitter next.

Flashed From Behind

A college student was traveling home from school. As she entered one particularly long, dark stretch of forest, a car that had been following her suddenly raced up close and the driver flashed his lights. She accelerated in order to pull away, but the car kept pace and again flashed his lights. She accelerated again, but the car behind her kept up and continued flashing his lights.

Within moments, the student saw an approaching police car. She pulled over and so did the car behind her and the police car pulled up behind them both. The officer quickly got out of his car and raced towards her. The officer pulled her quickly out of the car and before she could ask what was happening he ran back to the car and with his gun drawn, opened the back door and shouted, "Get out of the car slowly with your hands in the air." As the college student watched, a large man holding a knife got out of the back seat of her car. As he was being handcuffed, the man who had been following her told her that he was flashing his lights every time the man would rise up from the back seat to stab her.

The Clown Statue

A babysitter was working one night at a house and after she puts the children to sleep she goes to watch tv in the parents bedroom, because it was closer to the children.

She flipped the lights off and plopped down on the bed. As she pushed the power button on the remote, the room was flooded with light from the television. She saw the creepy statue instantly. It was a fairly big statue of a clown, that had the most sinister look on it’s face. It stood in the corner and seemed to be watching her every move.

Finally, the babysitter became concerned by its presence and called the parents. Upon hearing its description, the mother ordered the babysitter to leave the house immediately with the children and head for the neighbors.

Even not understanding what was happening she did what she was told to and went to the neighbors with the kids.

When arriving at the neighbors, the parents explained the sitter that they never had a life-sized clown statue. Apparently a mentally ill neighbor had been threatening to murder the family. He had dressed as a clown and was laying in wait for them in that room.

Glass in the Fried Rice

A couple had a tradition of ordering Chinese food every Friday night from their favorite local restaurant. One particular Friday night they ordered their usual, which came with a large order of fried rice.

By the middle of the night they were both overcome with excruciating stomach pain and severe bleeding. The husband became so concerned the he called 911 for help. Two ambulances arrived, and as they loaded the husband and wife into the vehicles they also collected samples of the Chinese food the couple had eaten the night before.

Neither the husband nor wife made it to the hospital; they both died of internal bleeding. An analysis of the Chinese food turned up fragments of glass throughout the fried rice. A subsequent inspection of the Chinese restaurant revealed that a disgruntled employee had broken a drinking glass, chosen a random batch of fried rice and poured the tiny glass fragments into the rice. The employee was arrested for the two deaths.

The Dead Dog

A child who woke during the night would frequently hold her hand out to her dog to lick so she would go back to sleep. One night, she was awakened multiple times by what sounded like a dripping faucet. Each time she awoke, she put her hand down for her dog to lick. When morning came, she went into the bathroom to find out what was causing the dripping. In the shower, she discovered her dead dog hanging from the curtain rod, with his blood dripping into the drain. When she returned to her room, she discovered a note which read, "Humans can lick, too."

Here I am showing you only five but you will find literally hundreds of scary urban legends all around the world. Each urban legend typically has several versions to it.

If they are true or not we might never know for sure, but of one thing we do know: urban legends satisfy a human desire to find entertainment and thrills within our deepest and darkest fears.

DEJAVU

noreply@blogger.com (Deborah Katy) — Wed, 04 Apr 2012 15:15:00 +0000

There you are walking down a street where you have never been before, but for some reason it seems familiar. It's almost as if this had happened before! But how?

Déjà vu (literally "already seen") is the experience of feeling sure that one has already witnessed or experienced a current situation, even though the exact circumstances of it are uncertain and were perhaps imagined. The experience of déjà vu is usually accompanied by a compelling sense of familiarity, and also a sense of "eeriness", "strangeness", "weirdness", or what Sigmund Freud calls "the uncanny". The "previous" experience is most frequently attributed to a dream, although in some cases there is a firm sense that the experience has genuinely happened in the past.

Theories

1. Scientifically a deja vu attributed to the hippocampus, which is an area of the brain responsible for memory. It is believed that in some situations the hippocampus records before the time a new fact that is happening. This confusion of registration in the presence of an event makes you feel that the situation has already occurred. It is a failure of microseconds but it happens. According to psychologists deja vu depends greatly on the individual's routine. The more imaginative the subject, most frequently the phenomenon can happen. It is also variable, depending on their habits. People who leave or travel a lot tend to feel more often than those who stay more home.

2. Spiritualists believe that Deja vu is related to reincarnation. An event you lived or a place you’ve been in a past life for example. Another spiritualist explanation is that the Deja vu emerges from the unconscious, whereas in the hours of sleep, the Spirit, protruding from the body with the perispirit, wanders around, looking after their interests and preparing to face their new tasks the next day. Thus, the feeling that a certain task has already been done or a certain place already been visited, without ever having been there before, can be the result of this out of the body experience and do not necessarily come from previous incarnations.

3. Well, there's also the theory of the Divine! Because as in the Bible itself is written that God owns time, which for God the time doesn’t really exist, He has the power to cross our chronological time, meaning that our memories are still a great mystery, and can store the past and so things to come too! Then the "DEJA VU" is a reminder of a future situation and not a past one.