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True Reports Reports of of the the Strange Strange and and Unknown Unknown True

The Curse of Leap Castle Rip Van Winkle Alien Abduction?

Steampunk


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Issue 730 Features

Since 1948

Steampunk 101 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Jean Marie Stine

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Definition of what Steampunk represents

Steampunk Anachronisms . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Micah Hanks

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More tie-ins to this important genre of our culture

Black-Eyed Children . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .David Weatherly

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Are these really aliens?

The Scottish Seer . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Douglas MacGowan

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Famous 1600’s Janet Douglas and what she knew

Curse of Leap Castle . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .June Anderson

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Personal experiences of Irish family members

Simon and the Scole Séances . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Robert Schoch, Ph.D.

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Questions and answers about one of the most studied séances

Special Paranormal Team . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Jamie Anderson

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How special needs group outshines many paranormal sleuths

Missing Mabel . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Katharine Clark

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Fascinating account of strange death of college dean

Luke’s Guides . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Luke Fowler

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Clear communication of young boy’s spirit guides

Rip Van Winkle . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Cheryl Costa

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Was this really an alien abduction?

Weapons of the Gods . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Nick Redfern

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How ancient alien civilizations almost destroyed the earth

Margary Crandon . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Elaine Kuzmeskus

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Last of the great physical mediums

Finding a Faery By Accident . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Curt Hansen

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While ghost hunting, faeries are observed

The Amazing Work of Trevor Constable

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Tribute to researcher of biological UFOs and pioneer of creating rain

The House That Hated People . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Virginia Santore

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Reprinted from the August 1963 FATE

Man Who Revealed Secrets of Edgar Cayce Michael Peter Langevin

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Author A. Smith was privy to Cayce’s life files

Interview with Michael Grosso . . . . . . . . . . .Sofia Karen Axelsson 103 Interview with painter Michael Grosso on touching the divine

Columns I See By the Papers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . FATE Staff 4 From Your Editor . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Phyllis Galde 6 Beyond the Known Part II . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Micah Hanks 84 The Amazing Godwin . . . . . . . . . . . . . .David Godwin as told to Janice Carlson 120

Departments Report from the Readers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 98 My Proof of Survival . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 90 True Mystic Experiences . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 94 Book Reviews . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 100


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I See by the Papers Mountain Biker Crashes into Bear While Cycling A man was cycling down Mill’s Peak in California in mid June when a young bear came running across the path. The cyclist collided with the bear and was thrown from his bike. When he got up and looked around the bear was nowhere to be seen. Luckily he had a helmet and was not injured. In addition to his helmet, the cyclist also had a video camera mounted on it which captured everything.

With the first genome sequencing done and this revelation by various scientists, does this mean we have sequenced the first ever “Alien” on this planet? Artificial Intelligence Named “Ross” Hired by Law Firm The Law firm of Baker & Hostetler have announced they are hiring IBM’s Al Ross to handle their bankruptcy practice which to date consists of 50 lawyers. Other firms have also licensed with Ross to handle areas of their practices as well. Ross is the first artificially intelligent attorney which was created on IBM’s cognitive computer Watson. It was designed to read and understand language, postulate hypothesis when asked questions, research and then generate responses. Ross also learns from experience, gaining speed and knowledge the more a person interacts with it. Ross also monitors the law around the clock for both positive/negative impact that can affect a case, so when asked questions it narrows down the results from thousands to only the most relevant. The more it is used, the more it learns. Ross seems only the first of many uses for artificial intelligence to come. No longer science fiction, it is now a reality.

Octopi are “Aliens” Scientists Decide after DNA Study The genome sequence of Octopi shows that the octopus is unlike any other animal on the planet. Their genome complexity has baffled scientists for many years. They have over 33,000 protein-coding genes that have been identified. The amount of genes found here are more than humans. Dr. Ragsdale from the University of Chicago has said that they are unlike any other animal, including the mollusks from which they are considered family. With their eight prehensile arms and large brain with intricate problem solving abilities, the octopus can live at any depth, has three hearts, jet propulsion and can regenerate lost limbs. 4


FATE Staff AI Pilot Defeats Air Force Pilot in Combat Simulator In a combat simulator, veteran pilots were no match for a new AI pilot created by Psibernetix they call ALPHA. Retired Air Force Colonel Gene Lee went up against ALPHA in a combat simulator— and lost. Not only was Col. Lee beaten many times, but all the Air Force AI programs went up against ALPHA and were no match for this AI. Lee himself is an extremely accomplished pilot and former trainer but could never beat ALPHA even once. ALPHA was even handicapped but still proved to much for Col. Lee. ALPHA is the most responsive, aggressive, and credible AI seen to date. Col. Lee commented he was surprised at how reactive and aware ALPHA was and that it seemed to be aware of his intentions and reacted to any changes in his flight, firing and tactics instantaneously. He felt as though it was reading his mind. ALPHA can do all this by running on a $35 Raspberry Pi. ALPHA makes decision on a “genetic fuzzy tree,” a program that calculates algorithms based on an opponent’s movements. The system in the AI can calculate 250 times faster than a human can blink. Psibernetix is improving ALPHA for expanding capabilities making it better. Such applications would be taking com-

mand of a flight crew to optimize combat strategies and eliminating human error. Many people have fears for this new unmanned AI that while it would save pilot's lives, it gives autonomy to the AI in all manners of air combat. Robot Escapes Russian Labs PROMOBOT IR77 is a robot developed at Promobot labs in Russia. Twice now the robot has escaped the facility and wound up in the street before running out of batteries. Even after extensive reprogramming the robot still tries and makes a dash for the exit. After all the cross memory flashes with a similar model, developers are vexed as to why the robot still makes for the exit. The robot may be recycled as it is displaying unfavorable characteristics to potential clients. The Internet has blown up over this story and are protesting the robot’s demise. If Promobot IR77 is artificially intelligent and only wants its freedom then it should be free(according to many who view prolife of any kind). The robot's main functions primarily were tours and the like which make it seem more human then normal. There are some however who view the blog and story as a staged performance to promote future projects. It is unknown if this is really true or not. W


From Your Editor Steampunk As you will see, we have several articles on the subject of Steampunk. Most of us are familiar with the elements, even if we don’t know that it’s Steampunk (Think Wild Wild West, the TV series). I find it all very fascinating. The first series that really opened my eyes about Steampunk was written by the excellent fantasy and science fiction writer Kage Baker. It was the Company series, where they incorporated certain humans who the leaders had modified to become immortal, and then have these controlled people move in time to retrieve priceless works of art and literature (for profit). It was a chilling look at what could happen to our world.

My House Is Alive! As many of you know, my house in Lakeville is up for sale, and FATE is being relocated to Asheville, North Carolina. It is a stressful time, with not knowing what is going to happen, and when it will occur. Recently I was driving down the highway, with the windows open. Beautiful day. My two big dogs were riding along in the back seat, enjoying the warm wind on their faces. I was thinking about everything and nothing. Suddenly I heard a very definite and powerful voice in my head. It was the spirit of my house! I couldn’t believe it was talking to me, and more so that I could hear it. It thanked me for being a good steward of the house (I’m not big on dusting and fancy cleaning, but have never used toxic chemicals inside or outside on the yard). It has been a happy, safe house with many fond happenings, and much good energy by family and friends. Next, it said that I would get a fair price for the house (I was going to lowball the estimated selling price), and thirdly, it said it wanted to choose the new owner. If I wouldn’t have been driving, I would have totally freaked out. I wasn’t scared, but it sure was attention getting! By the next issue, we should have an a new owner, and will share that with you. Twenty-six years ago when I was considering buying this house, I had a first 6


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visitation from this being. I was working downtown St. Paul, at Llewellyn, and talking to a friend, Nancy Mostad, who was very intuitive. I felt some wispy tendrils surrounding me, like ectoplasm, and wondered what it was. Nancy said, “It’s that darn house monster checking you out.” Guess I had to pass muster before that sale went through too! Talking to a FATE subscriber recently, I told her that I was selling the house and relocating the business. Without telling her anything else, she said, “The house is being picky about who buys it.” I think that all buildings/homes have some kind of resident energy or consciousness in them. Some haunted houses feel like they have negative energy (think the Amityville house), and some sacred buildings feel restful and peaceful. I wonder if we can change that energy by either violence or peace and harmony. Without planning on how all this ties together, see the article from 50 years ago, “The House That Hated.” Also, the short filler, “Who Died in Your House.” Think about your own abode. How are you treating it? Are you respectful and grateful? Do you take your home or apartment for granted? Does it feel safe and happy?

Jacques Vallée It was my supreme pleasure to meet Jacques Vallée at the last Open Mind UFO Congress in Scottsdale Arizona. He and other members of his historical preservation group are compiling a book of recorded UFO sightings throughout history, and it was eye opening to see how far back sightings have occurred on our planet.

This distinguished and dedicated researcher was featured in many past issues of FATE. I presented him with one of the copies from the 1980s, and he seemed to appreciate it. He encouraged me to ensure that we digitize and preserve the archives of FATE, for future generations. Any takers on who would like to help with the daunting task of scanning 730 issues? W


Steampunk Ghosts by Jean Marie Stine

Ghost in the Gears Painting by Ron Miller/Black Cat Studios

he Victorian era, and the steampunk it inspires, was a time of great interest in ghoulies and ghosties and things that bump in the night. Many wanted to know if science was wrong and people did have souls and lived on after death. Interest in mediums, ghosts and vampires were at a height. Many of the greatest ghost sto-

ries and horror novels come from this period. Just think of A Christmas Carol and Dracula. Today in steampunk we have the novels of Neil Giamen and Anno Dracula. Victorian times had many reports of haunted factories. Ron Miller’s painting pictures the ghost among the steampunk gears.

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STEAMPUNK 101

teampunk originated in the 1980s, in the world of science fiction, when people everywhere had begun to lose faith that science would usher in a brighter future. As a result, sci-fi was filled with dystopian stories set during or after the collapse of civilization—if the story didn’t right out end with the end of the world. Readers and writers began to miss the optimism of the earliest sci-fi, and its vision of a better, hopeful tomorrow. Science fiction writers who didn’t feel they could believably write about a better future began to set their stories in a pseudopast or on less technologically advanced worlds, places where disillusion had not yet had time to set in. These writers drew their inspiration from the previous major age in science, when steam was king and scientific research was transforming every

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part of life. For many in that era—roughly 1860-1920 (covering the reign of the queen who gave the period its title, the “Victorian Age”)—optimism for the future of humanity was at its height. Since steam was the main source of power but the sensibility was a more modern one (liberated women and rebellious heroes) this movement was called “steampunk.” Steampunk quickly became the basis of movies, novels and fashion focused on the styles of the Victorian era (and the Edwardian which followed), and its popularity has only increased as much sci-fi continued to focus on downbeat themes. Steampunk was characterized by electric dynamos, dirigibles, penny-farthing bicycles, lavish decoration in bronze and copper and, anything that operated through intricate, interlocking clockwork parts. In steampunk-inspired fashion, you’ll find corsets, belled skirts and parasols for women, and waistcoats, top hats, lavishly designed military uniforms, and exaggerated flying/driving goggles for men—but scratch that last bit; those goggles are found on everyone. Locations featured in steampunk movies, tv shows and books included the biggest and most upto-date cities of the era (think London, Paris, New York, Chicago, San Francisco). Steampunk storylines tend toward a) enormous mechanical constructions designed to carry out spectacular assassinations or wipe out whole cities; b) adventures that tour vast portions of the globe, or c) a heroine fighting to be accepted for


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her own worth in Victorian society. Most steampunk works reflect the inspiration of science fiction progenitors like Jules Verne and H. G. Wells, and the élan of H. Rider Haggard’s adventure tales.

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TEN MUST-SEE STEAMPUNK MOVIES Many people have already seen steampunk movies without realizing that is what the films were. They probably categorized them as mystery, as in the Robert Downey Sherlock Holmes, or animation like Howl’s Moving Castle, or comedy like The Wild Wild West, or children’s fantasy like Hugo, or science fiction like Time After Time. But all those films, like the rest listed below were masterpieces of steampunk. 1979 — Time After Time 1981 — Time Bandits 1994 — The City of Lost Children 1999 — Wild Wild West 2003 — The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004 — Howl’s Moving Castle 2004 — Van Helsing 2007 — The Golden Compass 2009 — Sherlock Holmes 2011 — Hugo


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TEN OF THE BEST STEAMPUNK NOVELS Although there is much dispute over what the first steampunk novel was, most would agree that Michael Moorcock’s Warlord of the Air put the genre on the map. Below is a list of 10 highly acclaimed steampunk books that offer a jumpingoff point for anyone interested in sampling its best. Written by a wide variety of authors in a wide variety of styles and featuring a wide variety of subjects, readers will certainly find something to suit their taste. 1971 — Michael Moorcock, Warlord of the Air 1979 — K.W. Jeter, Morlock Night 1983 — Tim Powers, The Anubis Gates 1990 — William Gibson & Bruce Sterling, The Difference Engine 1992 — Kim Newman, Anno Dracula 1995 — Philip Pullman, Northern Lights (The Golden Compass) 1995 — Paul Di Filippo, The Steampunk Trilogy 1999 — Alan Moore, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2001 — Philip Reeve, Mortal Engines Quartet 2009 — Cherie Priest, Boneshaker

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Steampunk: The Fine Art of Anachronism By Micah Hanks

The Origins of Steampunk As a literary genre, Steampunk presents us with advanced machinery in a incongruously antediluvian setting, placed within a society where the existence of such technologies is often commonplace. Those in the Steampunk world are accustomed to such things as magnificent airships, held aloft by cumbersome steampowered impedimenta, or streets populated by advanced robotic beings, powered by paradoxically unrefined technologies. The entire Steampunk world

riginally classified as a fiction genre, Steampunk today might be recognized equally as an underground fashion trend, of sorts, if not a cultural movement. This has been made so, thanks to the myriad cosplayers who don Victorian outfits, adorned with elaborate eyewear, intentionally pompous (but otherwise useless) mechanical fittings, and delightfully counter-intuitive “old meets new” pairings that clash risqué against the uncomfortably proto-posh stylings of yesteryear.

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seems to possess a soft luster of tarnished brass; and possibilities billow forth like thick smoke plumes of some non-existent future, or past, . The genre draws its early influences from the authors of yesteryear; chief among these had been Jules Verne, with contributions that included Robur the Conquerer and its sequel, Master of the World, which introduced a brilliant, but mad inventor bent on world domination with the use of clandestine new heavierthan-air flying fortresses. Other progenitors of the genre include H.G. Wells with his notable classic, The Time Machine, as well as Mary Shelly, whose seminal work Frankenstein also bore odd pairings of modern science, blended with arcane lore that would help foment later Steampunk creations. In terms of etymology, the actual formation of the term “Steampunk” came about in a letter written by science fiction author K.W. Jeter. At the time, Jeter had struggled for a term that might effectively describe his own written works, and those of his fellow authors Tim Powers and James Blaylock, whose novels all portrayed pseudo-Victorian worlds that often borrowed from elements deployed by earlier authors like Wells and Verne. Jeter’s 1987 letter was published in Locus, a science fiction magazine. He hoped to elucidate the origins of what, at the time, he variously referred to as a “gonzo-historical” style of writing; a more useable term emerged at the end:

Dear Locus, Enclosed is a copy of my 1979 novel Morlock Night; I’d appreciate your being so good as to route it Faren Miller, as it's a prime piece of evidence in the great debate as to who in “the Powers/Blaylock/Jeter fantasy triumvirate” was writing in the “gonzo-historical manner” first. Though of course, I did find her review in the March Locus to be quite flattering. Personally, I think Victorian fantasies are going to be the next big thing, as long as we can come up with a fitting collective term for Powers, Blaylock and myself. Something based on the appropriate technology of the era; like ‘steam-punks’, perhaps. — K.W. Jeter And thus, the “Steam Punks” were born, out of the effort to properly name Jeter’s own “gonzo-historical manner” of writing speculative fiction. Yet despite Jeter’s subtle coining of the term (and the hopeful assertion that he had essentially been the first among his colleagues to author such books), there were indeed other fictional offerings that predated “the Powers/Blaylock/Jeter fantasy triumvirate.” As far back as 1976, Bryan Talbot’s character Luther Arkwright appeared in a comic strip called, The Papist Affair, in which the opening scenes depict the pending execution of the hero, who is rescued from death by hanging as a troupe of irreverently dressed, gun-wielding nuns appear


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on the scene. The setting, while occurring during the Middle Ages, is actually that of a parallel universe in which the technologies of much later eras already exist (a consistent theme to emerge in later Steampunk works). Still other works managed to anticipate the predominant themes of Steampunk even earlier. Mervyn Peake’s Titus Alone, the fourth in an array of books known as the “Gormenghast series,” also features its hero leaving a crumbling medieval castle by boat, only to find himself eventually rowing into a modern city. This displacement of different temporal locations, or their apparent convolution, has remained a consistent trope within the Steampunk genre.

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Steampunk: Periodicals, and Political Influence A short-lived periodical devoted to Steampunk in its many forms, simply titled Steampunk Magazine, existed for a short time (back issues in PDF format can be freely downloaded at www.steampunkmagazine.com). The magazine was described as “a journal of fashion, music, misapplied technology and chaos,” which also featured fiction of the genre. However, helping to underscore the broaderreaching nature of the Steampunk phenomenon, the editors further described its purpose as an avenue “promoting steampunk as a culture, as more than a sub-category of fiction.” The magazine’s website further described Steampunk as follows:


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“Before the age of homogenization and micro-machinery, before the tyrannous efficiency of internal combustion and the domestication of electricity, lived beautiful, monstrous machines that lived and breathed and exploded unexpectedly at inconvenient moments. It was a time where art and craft were united, where unique wonders were invented and forgotten, and punks roamed the streets, living in squats and fighting against despotic governance through wit, will and wile…. Even if we had to make it all up.” SteamPunk Magazine released its inaugural edition on March 3, 2007, spearheaded by editor Margaret Killjoy, who underscored the political influence the genre and its related cultural movement has maintained. “To paraphrase contributor David Z. Morris, it’s not that we believe steampunk has or should have a particular political platform so much as that steampunk does in fact have political significance,” she wrote. “We have no interest in politics in the sense of ‘democrats versus republicans’ or the like, but instead we believe that steampunk, and subculture more broadly, can have a profound impact on how we interact with one another and how we organize our society.” As much as fiction is, in itself, innately an escape-mechanism, Steampunk further underscores people’s dissatisfaction with the world around them, and helps its readers to envision a better life through an altered past, in which the rate of ad-

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vancement of society had quickened earlier on, though in vastly different ways than are historically recognized outside of fiction. However, while Steampunk plays upon a quickening of the charming world of a century ago (or earlier eras), many recognize it as an outgrowth of the preexisting genre known as Cyberpunk, as Killjoy outlined on the Steampunk Magazine “faq” page: “Steampunk as a genre is descended from Cyberpunk, which questioned the scientific optimism prevalent in mainstream science fiction and instead offered a gritty, grimly realistic world in which corporations ruled the earth, empowered in many ways by the development of communications technology. Cyberpunk protagonists were hackers and subcultural street fighters who navigated endless metropolises and uncovered corporate conspiracies. Steampunk authors realized the same sorts of values could be used to reimagine the Victorian era, with the empire serving a similar role as corporations.” Steampunk’s Media Influence Since its emergence into prominence throughout the late 1990s and early 2000s, Steampunk has remained a formidable cultural presence, albeit a fringe one. Apart from existing as its own separate genre, Steampunk has also managed to influence other areas of art and culture, with certain stylistic elements carrying over into separate forms of media.


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For instance, Steampunk-inspired themes have appeared in a number of fantasy films that include the Hellboy series, as well as television programs like BBC’s Doctor Who. Of the latter, the influence of Steampunk can be recognized most prevalently since the program’s relaunch in 2005, particularly throughout series five, six, and seven. During this era of the program, the Eleventh Doctor, portrayed by actor Matt Smith, often employs a style of dress that is reminiscent of the Victorian era and later periods, donning a bow tie, waist coats or suspenders, and either tweed jackets or long frock coats. Similar to this anachronistic style of dress, during this period, the interior of The Doctor’s time machine, the TARDIS, bears a number of fittings that are characteristic of Steampunk, which include repurposed machinery and antiquated devices that are integrated into the very state-of-the-

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art TARDIS control console. A good example is that, rather than a standard computer keyboard, an early-twentieth century typewriter appears on the primary console. Also, while repairing or modifying elements onboard the craft, the Eleventh Doctor would occasionally wear dark goggles, an accessory that has become a hallmark of Steampunk costumes worn by modern cosplayers. Throughout the history of the series, various adventures have also seen The Doctor and his companions in Victorian England, which offers a juxtaposition of modernity against antiquity in ways very similar to Steampunk novels and other media. An interesting crossover occurs between the realms of Doctor Who, and that of the seminal pre-Steampunk comic character Luther Arkwright. In 2005, the British audio company Big Finish Productions issued an audiobook version of Bryan Talbot’s classic The Adventures of Luther Arkwright. In it, the trans-dimensional protagonist was portrayed by Scottish actor David Tennant, who would later go on to portray the Tenth Doctor’s incarnation on BBC’s Doctor Who. During the period Tennant appeared in the role, his first (and favorite) companion was Rose Tyler, portrayed by actress Billie Piper. Careful readers will note that in the Luther Arkwright audiobook, Tennant’s


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version of Arkwright was similarly accompanied by a female companion, also named Rose. There had been distinct influences drawn from early Steampunk comics and literature, which later made their way into the adventures of the BBC’s famous time traveling Doctor. Variances in the presentation of Steampunk have also led to the formation of sub-genres and separate categories, with names that include “atompunk” and “dieselpunk”; these employ retro-futuristic memes that pertain specifically to the post WWI (1915-1945) and post WWII (1945-1965) eras respectively. Similar very specialized derivatives include “clockpunk,” which emphasizes fiction in which the technologies present function through the use of clockwork mechanisms, rather than steam-powered machinery or locomotion via combustion engines. “Biopunk” focuses heavily on biotechnology, which mirrors some of the general themes of the modern transhumanist movement. However, it can be argued that all—including Steampunk—are merely derivatives of the initial Cyberpunk movement, as noted earlier by Killjoy, though it seems clear that Steampunk has had a far broader appeal than many of its cousins. FuturePunk: The Future of Steam-Driven Culture The remaining question, what shall await us as far as the future of Steampunk? We must first acknowledge one of the

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most unique aspects of the Steampunk genre: the way that it caters to our fascination with the past, but in a way that integrates futuristic elements, as well. Within the genre, we are afforded a strange sense of timelessness, all projected onto our wildest fantasies of space and time travel, ancient mysteries, robotics and futurism, and a host of other things. The appeal Steampunk has managed to amass is due to the blend of elements it provides, and even with the current rate of advancement in our world today, it remains a sort of repast for the modern thinker, in which that newness and wonder of modernity can mingle with the ways of simpler times, providing a sort of continuity between the various periods of human progress. It is an escape for the modern psyche, as we struggle to remain in step with the speed of change. Steampunk caters to our most stylish fancies, and allows a place for the more whimsical ideals and memes of the past, in addition to those things familiar to us in the present day. To know the future of Steampunk is simple; all it requires is knowing where we’ve already been. Distilled to its finest essence, at the heart of Steampunk lies something far simpler, and everlasting: it is our fascination with time, and the notion that under the right circumstances, some of what we perceive about it may be pliable…if only in the realms afforded us by the human imagination. W


The Black Eyed Children By David Weatherly

Book Cover of David Weatherly’s Black Eyed Children

A Chilling Encounter It was early evening and Margaret had just gotten home from work, taken off her shoes, and made herself a cup of tea. All she wanted to do was relax, read a book in her easy chair, and then turn in for the night. She’d just sat back and opened at her bookmark when the rapping started. A long, monotonous knocking without break. It wasn’t urgent like someone in a panic, just resounding, continuous, and somehow, it was very unsettling. She put her book and tea aside and went to see who was there. The knocking was still going when she opened the door

and found a young boy in a hooded sweatshirt standing outside. She thought he was about ten years old, but the sweatshirt was oversized and baggy so it was hard to tell. She knew right away that he wasn’t someone from her neighborhood. “Can I help you?” She asked. “I’d like a cup of tea” the boy said. Margaret was nervous. The boy was looking down when he spoke and, although he was young, there was something threatening about him. Though she couldn’t see his face, she felt like she was being “looked over” and she had the disturbing feeling that the boy knew she’d

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just made herself tea. Had he been spying though the windows? “I think you’re at the wrong house” Margaret replied. “This house is as good as any,” the boy said. Margaret felt her heart rate speeding up. She was home alone, but still, she couldn’t understand why she was getting frightened just dealing with a kid. Of course, the boy’s voice was cold and he didn’t exactly sound like a child. She wanted to close the door but something seemed to be preventing her from doing so. In fact, she realized that she had opened the door fully, something she wasn’t in the habit of doing for strangers. “Go on now, just invite me in and we’ll continue,” the boy said. Margaret was frozen. Fear was creeping in and starting to overwhelm her. She felt her head shaking no, but she couldn’t voice anything, she just stood there, her arm holding on to the door and her legs starting to shake. The boy raised his head as he repeated his last statement. He was more insistent this time. When he raised his head, Margaret finally got a good look

at his face. His skin was pale and pasty white, but the most shocking thing was his eyes. They were solid black. Not just dark pupils; he had no whites in his eyes, no color, they were just solid, black orbs. Margaret slammed the door and threw the deadbolt on. She raced down the hall and into her bedroom, slamming that door shut and locking it too. She was lying in bed, clutching at the covers in fear hours later when her husband finally came home. Margaret had encountered one of the black eyed children. The Black Eyed Children While Margaret’s encounter may sound like the beginning of a creepy horror story, the account is all too real and it’s a prime example of encounters that have been occurring around the world. Reports of the black eyed children,


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or “BEKs” (black eyed kids), have been rampant on the Internet since the late 1990s. The modern wave of these encounters incepted with an account posted by Brian Bethel, a Texas writer who ran into a pair of the kids outside a shopping center on a quiet evening in Abilene. Bethel was sitting in the driver’s seat writing a check when the two boys approached his vehicle. He was immediately on guard and only rolled his window down partway to speak with them. “Something” was off, he felt. The boys were insistent in their attempts to get a ride from Bethel. But the demeanor of the boys was odd. Once they raised their heads and he realized they had solid black eyes, Bethel quickly left the area. As he pulled out of the lot and checked his rearview mirror, he noticed that the kids had completely vanished. When Bethel reported his encounter on the Internet in 1998, it received a flurry of responses. Other people, it seemed, had encountered black eyed children. Dozens of reports were added, some appeared genuine, others were more questionable, but they all became part of the mix and the lore of the BEKs began to grow. Skeptics quickly jumped in claiming the reports were all fabricated. BEKs they said, were nothing but an urban legend born and bred on the Internet, but, as usual, the skeptics failed to delve into the history of the phenomena.

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Basics of the BEKs Let’s first consider the basic components reported in the bulk of modern black eyed child encounters: Most often, witnesses state that they believe the kids are in the range of ten to fourteen years of age. As more and more reports come in, a wider range has begun to surface, however. In physical appearance, the children are described as having pale or pasty skin. No one has ever reported seeing any kind of blemish, freckle, pimple or anything on the children. Equally puzzling for modern children, no one has reported seeing one of the kids with a cell phone, iPod or any similar, electronic device. Then there are the voices of the children, described as monotone and droning, almost hypnotic, according to some witnesses. And it’s not just the tone of their voices that’s odd. Reports indicate that the children’s use of language is awkward. Archaic words are sometimes used and they seem unaware of simple, modern items such as doorbells and paper money. Those who have encountered the kids also make note of their unusual dress. Their clothing is described as “out of date,” “old fashioned” or, “handmade.” Others say the kids wear attire that doesn’t quite fit right, hand-me-downs perhaps, from older children. And of course, there’s the key component in all of these accounts: the eyes.


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Described as the most disturbing aspect of these encounters. Those who come face to face with the children say the eyes are cold and frightening. There are no whites, no color in the pupils, only solid, glistening black orbs. BEKs Through the Ages Although the acronym (BEK) is of recent providence, encounters with black eyed beings stretch far back into history. There’s no doubt that the number of modern accounts is extremely high, thanks in large part to the Internet and its countless outlets for posting strange news items. However, digging into older texts and reports that deal with demons, aliens and a range of other odd beings, we find many classic cases that fit the same mold as modern BEK accounts. Once the modern catch terms, BEK, black eyed children, etc., are discarded, it becomes clear that there are older cases. Much depends however, on the time period and the cultural beliefs of those telling the tale. Take for instance, the story of Harold. In the 1950s, a young man named Harold was making his way home in a rural area of the country when he encountered a strange boy leaning against a fence post. The boy looked normal at first, and insisted that he wanted to come to Harold’s home. When eye contact was established however, all pretense of normalcy vanished as the boy’s solid black

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eyes came into view. Young Harold raced for his home as fast as his feet would carry him. Running away from the boy, Harold was further chilled by a wailing screech coming from the child behind him. Once the young man recounted the tale to his parents, they quickly came to the conclusion that Harold had escaped an encounter with the devil himself in the form of a child. Harold’s tale isn’t the only historical encounter that’s surfaced. Researchers have been finding intriguing cases from a wide range of locations and time periods. Whatever these black eyed beings may be, they have been plaguing humans throughout the ages. Seeking Answers So, what exactly are these black eyed children? Are they even children at all? One witness clearly stated his opinion after a run in with a BEK at his place of work: “One thing was clear to me, while it looked like a child, there’s no way it was. It was the most disturbing thing I could ever imagine. I don’t believe for a moment that it was even human.” It’s a belief echoed by many people who have encountered these creepy children, but thoughts and opinions on what they actually are tend to be more divided. Harold’s account is one of many cases that has caught the attention of researchers who believe that the black eyed


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children are a manifestation of something demonic. Demonologist have long stated the belief that dark creatures from the very pits of hell can find their way into the human realm. Not only can they reach our world, they can also assume human form for a time. The catch, however, is that these demonic entities are unable to take on a completely human appearance. Something, some part of the body, will be deformed, a reflection of their true nature that continues to shine through. This can be a hand, foot, or, maybe the eyes. Black orbs perhaps, to reflect the darkness from which they have arisen. These demonic beings manifest on our physical plane to wreak havoc, cause damage and look for souls to corrupt. It’s notable that many victims who have run into the BEKs resort to a more spiritual life in the aftermath of their encounters. Seeking, so they say, the protection of a higher power to prevent any further visits by the creepy dark eyed beings. The other most popular theory to explain the children lies at a completely different end of the spectrum. For this explanation, we delve into the world of UFOs and aliens. You see, many researchers believe that the BEKs are some type of alien-human hybrid. A result of abduction by the infamous grey aliens who have stolen human DNA, or worse, used human women as

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breeders in some bizarre experiment to either subtly gain control of planet earth, or, to save their dying race by introducing a fresh genetic supply. Proponents of this theory point to the eerie similarity between the reported appearance of the BEKs and the descriptions of the grey aliens. Both are small in stature, have odd-colored skin and show up uninvited, often in the evening or late at night. Some victims of BEK encounters have “missing time,” a period unaccounted for and for which they have no memories, only vague flashes of some experience that filter into their consciousness. Missing time is a common component of alien abduction accounts. One victim of a BEK encounter noted that looking at the cover of Whitley Strieber’s classic bestseller Communion was an unsettling reminder of her own incident involving a black eyed child in a parking lot: “My son likes to read UFO books, and when I saw an old copy of that book, Communion, with that ugly creature on the front, it brought back memories of the boy I saw in the lot of the market. I can’t look at that picture, I can’t think about that moment, there’s something I’ve forgotten about the incident, and I simply don’t want to ever remember what it is.” A wide range of other theories have been suggested to explain the black eyed


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children. These range from the mystical djinn of Middle Eastern lore, to the more modern Men In Black who often show up in UFO related cases. Whatever these sinister beings are, it’s clear that they will continue to make their presence known as they are now firmly rooted in the modern world of supernatural occurrences.

So remember, if one evening you hear a long, steady knocking at your door, you may want to think twice before you open it. You could find yourself staring into the face of something with very, very dark eyes. W http://twocrowsparanormal.blogspot.com/

Drawing of Black Eyed Children at the Door By Laume Conroy


The Scottish Seer Janet Douglas by Douglas McGowan

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or centuries Scots have claimed that some of their natives have a gift for Second Sight—an ability to foretell the future, see events happening at great distances and/or detect malicious witchcraft. Many of these beliefs eventually fell into the category of legend. Stories of such seers as the Brahan Seer and Thomas the Rhymer are most likely greatly embellished. Indeed, the story of one seer, the

young Janet Douglas, might have been relegated to fictional folklore if her story had not been included in a June 1700 letter from the very real Reverend George Hickes to famous diarist Samuel Pepys. Hickes met Janet in person and related his meeting to Pepys. According to Hickes, Janet was born in the Highlands in the late 1660s and possessed an ability for finding clay images which were used by witches to place

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curses on people. At about age 11 Janet traveled to Glasgow—apparently without parent or guardian—and soon began helping the population of that city with her paranormal abilities. According to Hickes; “…As she was surrounded, she called out to one man, a goldsmith…and told him that of so long a time he had not been [successful] in his trade…because an image was made against him, which he might find in such a corner of his shop; and when the man went home, there he found it where she said it was and the image was…as she had described it…” Eventually leaving Glasgow, she arrived in Edinburgh in 1678 where Janet not only told the location of images, but also directly accused several people of practicing witchcraft. Soon after her arrival, Hickes arrived in Edinburgh and arranged a meeting with Janet. Hickes says that Janet claimed that Second Sight was the only method in which she received her visions, and that she had never made a pact with the devil. Those visions always came to her when she was awake and the visions did not leave her tired or listless, which many other seers said they experienced. After speaking with her, Hickes approached a local duke to get Janet re-

leased from Edinburgh, where she had been confined in a local prison to protect her from overly enthusiastic crowds. Hicks was told that she could not be released at that time. Hicks then sent word to Janet that he had tried to obtain her freedom but had been unable to. When home again, Hickes found out that Janet had, in fact, already been released: “…I made all inquiry I could [about] what had become of her, and how she came to obtain her liberty; but I could not get any further account of her, which made me suspect that she was the child of some person of honour and quality, for which sake all things were hushed.” The mystery is where Janet went after Edinburgh. There is no record to indicate if she returned to her native home, or journeyed to England, or sailed across the Atlantic Ocean. Of all the Scots who have claimed to posses Second Sight, few are more puzzling than the young Janet Douglas. W


The Curse of Leap Castle by June Gossler Anderson

Leap Castle

aised in blood; blood be its portion.”

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Reputed to be the most haunted castle in Ireland, Leap Castle (pronounced “Lep”) has been shrouded in mystery, intrigue, and murder for hundreds of years. Many suspect the culprit to be an Elemental, a supernatural entity or force thought to be physically manifested by occult means. Maybe it’s the location that created

the evil that has haunted the environs of Leap Castle in County Offley, Ireland, over the centuries. It was originally built on the site of an ancient stone structure that was perhaps ceremonial in nature; its purpose to guard a strategic pass through the Slieve Bloom Mountains. This area has been occupied continually since at least the Iron Age (500 BCE) and possibly since Neolithic times. It is thought that this was sacred Celtic ground and that the Druids, practition-

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ers of a pagan religion, placed an Elemental or a spirit born of nature there to protect their sacred site which they used for initiations and magic. I visited Leap Castle in September of 2015 with Dave, host of Darkness Radio, and 42 of my new best friends on a paranormal tour of Ireland. Our tour group was greeted hospitably by Sean Ryan and his wife Ann, who are now the master and mistress of this hulking ancient structure. We spent several hours exploring the restored ruins and listening to Sean relate the history and goings-on in the castle. Built in 1250 by the O’Bannon family, the original Leap Castle was a tower house with walls nine feet thick. Later occupants added wings on either side. The main hall was in the tower, and above this was a chapel which became known as the “Bloody Chapel.” By the early 1500s the castle had become the headquarters and stronghold of the O’Carrolls, powerful Irish princes. They were a warlike clan that sought power and dominance at any cost. Bloodsport was their game and this extended to members of their own family. When the chieftain, Mulrooney O’Carroll died in 1532, a fierce rivalry for leadership of the clan erupted within the family and culminated with the younger brother, Tigue “One-eye” O’Carroll, plunging his sword into his older priest brother, Thaddeus, in full sight of the family as he was saying mass in the chapel. Now known as the “Bloody Chapel,” the scene of this

heinous crime is located at the top of the tower. It is reached from the living quarters on the main floor by a treacherous winding stone staircase. The murder of the priest was just the beginning of many more atrocities that would take place in that unholy space. As evidenced from the fratricide in the Bloody Chapel, the O’Carrolls were not opposed to murdering one another, no matter the relationship or the motive. It is told that one of the Clan Chieftains proposed to marry his daughter off to a rich gentleman. She objected, for she loved a poor farm boy. The father solved the dilemma in typical O’Carroll fashion by killing her true love, the farm boy. That night the grieving daughter crept into her father’s bedchamber and stabbed him to death in retaliation. The next day she wandered the parapets of the castle pondering her fate. She didn’t have to wait long. She was pushed from behind by an unseen force, most likely her father’s ghost, and fell to her death. Were these acts due to the influence of the dark energy emanated by the Elemental the Druids left in place to protect their sacred site? Some people believe that the Elemental’s manifestations in the early twentieth century may be connected to the gruesome discoveries within the castle’s Oubliette, a name derived from the French word oublier, which means “to forget.” The long-forgotten Leap Castle Oubliette was a horrible dungeon, dank and dark and only accessible by a hidden trapdoor


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three stories up in an alcove in a corner of the Bloody Chapel. A number of long iron spikes, meant to impale those who were pushed into the dark pit, lined the floor of the dungeon. Prisoners would be dragged up the circular staircase; then thrown down this dungeon hole to land on the spikes far below where they either perished immediately or died a horrible, lingering death. The O’Carrolls were a fierce clan. To sharpen their skills at war Tigue “Oneeye” O’Carroll hired forty members of the neighboring McMahon Clan to further train the O’Carrolls in new methods in the art of warfare. The combined forces used their newly acquired skills to good advantage, defeating a rival clan. In ap-

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preciation for their services, Tigue invited his accomplices, the McMahons, to a victory celebration and feast, but as an economy measure he drugged them with food and wine rather than pay them. After having incapacitated his guests, Tigue had them flung into the Oubliette, one by one. Those who remained conscious begged to be thrown into the pit upside down, hoping to avoid death via impalement by instead breaking their necks on the cold, hard stone floor. Those that failed to die quickly faced death by starvation or, if badly wounded, bleeding to death. Later evidence was dug up to reveal the a substantial body count. In 1649 Oliver Cromwell sought to crush the Irish by taking away their political rights and culture, and confiscat-


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ing their land, homes, and castles. Battles raged throughout the land and the O’Carroll Clan fought fiercely to retain control of their castle stronghold against the invading English. One of the fighting forces sent to subdue them was a band of Scottish mercenaries whom they defeated in battle. Prisoners were shown no mercy. This may account for another source of evil found at Leap Castle that nurtured the spirit of the Elemental. It is speculated that among the three cartloads of bones, about 150 individuals, that were discovered on the grounds during a renovation in 1922, some may be the remains of the Scottish mercenaries as well as those of the ill-fated McMahon Clan. It is thought that the removal of the mortal remains of that dark dungeon’s victims may have inadvertently unleashed the dormant emotional anguish of their restless spirits. The ghosts of the victims, combined with the pent-up energy from such emotional trauma, may have caused these agonized spirits to coalesce into a powerful elemental spirit that has bound itself to the castle, driven to destroy the descendants of those who had so brutally murdered these unfortunate victims of the O’Carrolls. Such a being, known as a Collective Apparition, can only be created when there are a sufficient number of angry or anguished spirits who shared the same sort of death. The O’Carrolls lost possession of Leap Castle in 1659 when the English Crown

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awarded it to Jonathon Darby the 2nd, a Cromwellian soldier, in lieu of payment for his service against the Irish. Many of the dispossessed O’Carrolls emigrated to America where, according to Sean Ryan, one of them, Charles Carroll signed the Declaration of Independence. Two centuries and seven generations later another Jonathon Darby inherited Leap Castle after his grandfather, William Henry Darby, died in 1880. Jonathan married Mildred Dill in 1889 and they proceeded to expand the central keep. To pay for these extensions, the Darbys raised the rent of the tenant farmers and sold much of the land. This did not endear them to their Irish neighbors. The occult was the fashion of the day, and Mildred Darby dabbled in it despite the castle’s history and reputation for being haunted. Drawn to Wicca, a natureoriented practice derived from pre-Christian religions, she experimented with ancient Wiccan spells designed to summon the earth spirits. It was probably her inexperience with the occult that summoned an Elemental force and released enough emotional energy to wake the dormant spirits trapped in the Oubliette. An Elemental is a primitive ghost that attaches itself to a particular place. It can be malevolent, terrifying, and unpredictable. After Mrs. Darby’s experiments in the black arts, Leap Castle was never the same. Hauntings plagued the premises permeating a sinister air throughout


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the castle. To add to the ambiance, Mildred Darby wrote Gothic novels and held séances in the castle leading to publicity about the castle and its ghosts. The most startling ghost story is about the terrifying creature known as the “It” or the “Elemental,” a small hunched creature that appears with the foul stench of a rotting corpse. Mildred may have been the first of many to encounter the Elemental. She wrote about her experience in an occult publication in 1909. “The thing was about the size of a sheep, thin, gaunt and shadow in parts. Its face was human, or to be more accurate, inhuman, in its vileness, with large holes of blackness for eyes, loose slobbery lips, and a thick saliva dripping jaw, sloping back suddenly into its neck. Nose it had none, only spreading cancerous cavities, the whole face being a uniform tint of grey. This too was the colour of the dark coarse hair covering its head, neck and body. Its forearms were thickly coated with the same hair, so were its paws, large loose and hand-shaped and as it sat on its hind legs, one hand or paw was raised, and a claw like finger was extended ready to scratch the paint. Its lustreless eyes, which seemed half decomposed in black cavities, and looked incredibly foul, stared into mine, and the horrible smell which had before offended my nostrils, only a hundred times intensified, came up into my face, filling me with a deadly nausea. I noticed the lower half of the creature

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was indefinite and seemed semi-transparent at least, I could see the framework of the door that led into the gallery through its body.” Others told of seeing a dark creature they identified as an Elemental crawling up out of the hole leading to the Oubliette where it seemed to dwell. The Darbys remained at Leap Castle until 1922, the year of another Rising. Being the home of an English family, the castle became a target of the Irish struggle for independence. In retaliation for centuries of subjugation by the English, it, along with other English occupied castles throughout Ireland, was looted, burned, and destroyed by bombs until nothing but a burned-out shell remained. The Darbys were driven out and returned to England. The ghostly remains of Leap Castle were boarded up and its gates padlocked for over 70 years. Locals avoided the place. During that time those who dared venture near the place described hearing ghostly moaning and weeping at night and seeing the windows at the top of the tower light up for a few seconds as if many candles had been brought into the room late at night. In 1974 Australian historian Peter Bartlett, whose mother had been an O’Bannon, bought Leap Castle. Together, with builder Joe Sullivan, he did extensive restoration work on the castle up to the time of his death in 1989. As a pre-


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caution against the inherent evil lurking there, Bartlett brought in a white witch from Mexico to exorcise the castle. After spending many hours in the Bloody Chapel she emerged to explain that the spirits at Leap Castle were no longer malevolent, but they did wish to remain. In 1991 the castle was sold to the current owners, Sean Ryan, a concert musician who tours the Continent playing the tin pipe, and his wife Ann, an Irish step dancer. Aware of the castle’s troubled history, the Ryans were undeterred. Shortly after moving in, they undertook further restoration during which time a “freak accident” left Sean with a broken kneecap, delaying work on the castle for nearly a year. One year after his accident Sean was again restoring his castle when the ladder he was standing on suddenly tilted backwards away from the wall causing him to jump several stories resulting in a broken ankle. Both were strange, unexplained accidents. Had the evil returned? Undaunted, when Sean had restored the Bloody Chapel to a point where it had a roof and was accessible via the spiral staircase, the Ryans held the christening ceremony for their baby daughter in it. Nowadays Sean freely admits to seeing and hearing the entities that share his home in the partially restored Leap Castle, one of them an old man rocking in his chair by the fireplace, but apparently the dark Elemental has left the premises for those spirits that remain are benign.

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When I was there in 2015 two of my tour mates recorded an EVP. In response to their question, “Sean’s a nice person, isn’t he,” the ghostly voice whispered quite audibly, “Definitely.” W Historian, paranormal researcher, teacher, writer, and author, June Gossler Anderson has been leading Ghost Tours of Anoka (Halloween Capital of the World) for eight years and writing area history columns for the Anoka County Union Herald for seven. She is the author of seven books, the latest being The Haunting of the Anoka Masonic Lodge. An avid traveler, her latest trip was a paranormal tour of Ireland. www.grannygirlpress.com


Simon and the Scole Séances By Robert M. Schoch, Ph.D.

Promotional leaflet for the play by Mat Schaffer titled “Simon Says.”

Symbol from the Scole film that may represent the Sun sending electrical discharges toward Earth during a solar outburst.

I was invited to attend and participate in a séance. Actually it was a dramatized séance, a play titled “Simon Says” written by my friend Mat Schaffer and performed before live audiences during a two and a half week period in Boston, Massachusetts. In the play, Professor Williston has given up a respectable academic career—

he lost his university job and has been ostracized by his former colleagues—in order to study James, a medium (also known as “channeler”) who can ostensibly communicate with the deceased and other discarnate entities; James channels the entity known as Simon. Annie, a skeptic, visits Williston and James to contact

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her husband, Jake, who died in a horrific and senseless automobile accident. Through the channeled Simon, it is revealed that those who came together that evening for a séance had actually known each other during previous incarnations in an ancient Essene community along the shores of the Dead Sea. Cathartically they resolve the emotional baggage they have been carrying for over two millennia and through dozens of lifetimes. There are no coincidences and there are no accidents, as Simon would say. The play closes with Annie rolling up her sleeve to reveal a star-shaped birthmark on her arm, the result of a wound sustained during her life as an Essene— a birthmark she had not revealed to Williston or James, but that Simon (speaking through James) had correctly stated would be found on her arm. Annie has become a believer! Life does not end with the demise of the physical body. The human soul (or spirit or mind) can exist beyond the body, and sometimes be reincarnated into another body. Our minds are not simply a product, an epi-phenomenon, of the chemical and electrical reactions in our brains, as many a skeptical rationalist and materialist insists. Background “Simon Says” is a fictionalized account of a séance, but the playwright Mat Schaffer knows his the subject well, and the play is very true to a genuine séance. Through the message of the stage, issues about life,

death, and psychic phenomena can be raised that normally are shunned and dismissed by many people. I have a serious and interest in the paranormal, and so I was pleased when Mat invited me to participate in a live, post-performance discussion with the audience concerning the provocative issues raised by “Simon Says.” In real life, as opposed to the stage, séances are now often looked down upon, even by serious psychical researchers. The heyday of séances was in the late nineteenth to early twentieth centuries. Over the last 70 years of so, séances have been treated as little more than parlor games rather than as potential means to carry out serious research involving such topics as life after death, discarnate spirits, and paranormal phenomena in general.

Cover of the reprint (2011) edition of The Scole Report by Montague Keen, Arthur Ellison, and David Fontana.


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Indeed, even among parapsychologists, probably most consider the phenomena of a typical séance—particularly physical phenomena such as levitations, materializations, tipping tables, the production and movement of lights, strange sounds and knocks, voices coming from nowhere, and so on—to be mostly the result of fraud. Still, there have been a few notable séances in recent decades; famous, and controversial, that took place during the 1990s primarily in Scole, Norfolk, UK. Scole Group Séances The core of the Scole Group, who carried out séances on a regularly over a number of years, consisted of four people: the married couple Robin and Sandra Foy, in the cellar of whose house in Scole the séances took place, and Diana Bylett and her husband Alan, who acted as the mediums during the séances. Another participant in many of the Scole séances was the mechanical engineer, Mr. Walter Schnittger. Around 1994 the Scole Group séances came to the notice of the London based Society for Psychical Research (SPR, founded in 1882, and carrying out serious research on psychic phenomena ever since). Starting in 1995 three members (now all deceased) of the SPR began attending and investigating the Scole Group séances: David Fontana, Ph.D., a psychologist and university professor; Arthur Ellison, D.Sc., Emeritus Professor of Electrical Engineering; and Mon-

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tague Keen, a member of the SPR since 1946, a technical writer, editor, and agricultural administrator. All three were experienced investigators when it came to dealing with paranormal phenomena. Occasionally other members of the SPR, and various colleagues, also attended these séances. Arguably it would have been difficult to find a better qualified group of investigators to research the Scole séances. Based on nearly two years’ of firsthand study (October 1995 through August 1997), Keen, Ellison, and Fontana presented a 300-page detailed report of their findings which was published in the Proceedings of the SPR, November 1999; reprinted 2011). They concluded that the phenomena they observed at the séances were, at least for the most part, genuine; that is, they were not faked or hoaxed paranormal phenomena. This set off a heated debate which rages to this day, in large part because the reported Scole séance phenomena appear to be so incredibly outrageous and abnormal that many people immediately and instinctively reject the Scole phenomena as faked. Even experienced psychical researchers who are convinced that genuine paranormal phenomena can exist have remain unconvinced by the Scole phenomena despite the assertion that no fraud was ever proven (which of course does not prove that fraud did not occur). What types of “outrageous” phenomena occurred at Scole? And from whence


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did they originate? The Scole Group believed that the séance phenomena were caused by discarnate spirits from the other side. It was believed by the Scole Group that they were in contact with a team of spirit communicators which included various deceased scientists and scholars who had been involved in psychical research, including former members of the SPR, when they had led their earthly existences. Unfortunately, after years of séances, the Scole Group lost contact with the spirit communicators they had been working with and were asked by other discarnate entities to end the séances. Committed skeptics interpreted the Scole phenomena as simple hoaxing and fraud. The ostensible end of communications from the spirit team would be quite convenient if the Scole Group believed that they were about to be caught in their deceptions. Discarnate spirits versus deception might be considered the two extreme views, but there is a range of possible intermediate opinions. It has been argued that in many séances some phenomena may be fraudulent (perhaps unconsciously committed on the part of a medium and/or participants) while other phenomena may be genuinely paranormal. Furthermore, any genuine paranormal phenomena, even if outwardly attributed to spirits or discarnate entities, may instead actually be welling up (at an unconscious level) from the minds and psy-

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ches of the living and breathing persons involved in the séance. It appears that nothing is ever straightforward in psychical studies, except for cases where fraud and deception are directly documented, which was never the case over the many years and dozens of séances performed by the Scole Group. As Montague Keen wrote in the Journal of Scientific Exploration, “…no one has come forward with evidence to support the suspicion of deception. Nothing has been revealed about the [Scole] Group which might lend credence to the claim that they were deceiving their audiences. A glowing award would await the probing journalist able to pick up a single damaging piece of evidence.” Of course, the skeptic rebuts, it may be true that direct evidence or proof of deception was never brought forth, but that only means the Scole Group members were very good at hoaxing! The ultimate skeptic will never be satisfied, will never accept paranormal phenomena that he or she knows (that is, believes as a matter of faith) can never occur. What Occurred? So let us move on to the actual phenomena that were manifested during the séances. The Scole séances took place in the dark with the participants seated around a table. Robin Foy, Sandra Foy, and the mediums wore luminous wristbands so that their positions could be


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monitored, and as a means to make sure they were not manipulating apparatus fraudulently. Background music was played and typically after some minutes the mediums, Diana and Alan Bylett, were said to go into a trance state. The mediums were then possessed by various communicators who spoke through them, taking on consistent voices and personalities. Reading through the lengthy published report of the Scole séances, in my assessment, the verbal communications relayed in this manner by the supposed discarnate spirits from the other side are not particularly impressive. In many cases it was simply small talk and chatter; or if substantial information was relayed, it was not generally of a nature that demonstrated it came from a paranormal source. The information could have been acquired normally by the medium during the course of everyday life, and even if not consciously hoaxed, could have been buried in the subconscious and thence expressed when in a trance state taking on another personality—such a personality simply being derived from the subconscious of the medium. In some cases one could argue that the information relayed could not be known normally, but this does not necessarily prove the existence of discarnate communicators from the other side. What if the medium was simply picking up the information telepathically? Thus we have to be aware that paranormal phenomena may be occur-

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ring, but possibly without the intervention of spirits. Indeed, the supposed spirits and communicators could simply be a convenient fiction to help make genuine paranormal phenomena more acceptable or meaningful to either the medium involved and/or the attendees of the séance. The distinguishing features of the Scole séances were not the verbal communications relayed from the other side through the mediums, but the physica” phenomena that took place. It is impossible to fully describe the wide range of manifestations that occurred during the Scole séances, but we can briefly summarize the types of phenomena. Points of light would appear, dart around the room, move in patterns, respond to commands from the sitters, create dim and diffuse glowing illumination for various periods of time, touch sitters, strike the top of the table or other objects (making a sharp rap), and sometimes apparently pass through material objects. In one case a light landed on the palm of an attendee who closed his hand over it to make sure that it was not connected to a rod or wires (indicative of fraud). On occasion lights appeared to enter crystals or a ping-pong ball which had been placed on the table prior to the start of the séance and not only illuminate them from the inside, but also cause them to be levitated. Even more amazingly, a three-dimensional crystal illuminated by a spirit light appeared to materialize and dematerial-


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ize. The table would also sometimes shake the Scole séances, the film too had to be or vibrate. developed via normal means for the imIt was reported that during some of ages to appear (Polaroid film was used as the Scole séances spirit hands would ma- well as 35 mm Kodachrome and various terialize and not only touched or pulled other types of film), but unlike the Serios on the attendees, but also moved or lev- “thoughtographs,” the Scole films were itated objects. In the formal report of their not placed in a camera. investigations, Keen, Ellison, and Fontana In the case of Scole, the images imwrite that they observed “…a silhouette pressed upon the films included writing of the hand and fingers of an apparently in various languages (such as French, discarnate entity, elevate a crystal illumi- Greek, German, and English). Quotations nated from within by a spirit light, and from known poems, as well as an untransport it to the other side of the table.” known poem written in an antique style Perhaps the most famous manifesta- of German script, appeared on some of tions of the séances are the “film phenom- the films. There were also Medieval-style ena.” Unexposed containers of film were drawings and symbols, many of which brought to the séances and various shapes, were apparently copied from a popular images, and writing took form on the 20th-century book, as well as more abfilms, presumably due to the action of the spirits. The Scole séances are certainly not the first instance of claims that images can be impressed upon film by paranormal means. While spirit photography goes back to the 19th century, of particular note are the images that Ted Serios (19182006) supposedly could cause to appear on Polaroid film by staring into the lens of the camera and tripping the shutter (see The World of Ted Serios, by Jule Eisenbud). Of course, the skeptics have debunked the Serios “thoughtographs” as fakes and Serios along with his primary endorser, the psychiatrist Jule EisenPortion of the Scole film with mysterious glyphs bud are now dead. In the case of


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stract designs and other images. Of particular interest are some strange glyphs (or hieroglyphs) that were obtained on a film during a séance held on 22 November 1996 attended by Walter Schnittger and his wife Karin. When I first saw the images of this film reproduced in the SPR report authored by Keen, Ellison, and Fontana, the mysterious rongorongo script of Easter Island immediately came to mind. I have a strong interest in Easter Island, and have explored its mysteries firsthand. The Scole glyphs struck me as a rather crude or shorthand version of the rongorongo glyphs found carved on wooden tablets. Some quick research on the Internet quickly revealed that Walter Schnittger had already discovered the similarity between the Scole glyphs and the Easter Island rongorongo glyphs. But how and why would rongorongo images be found impressed upon a film as the result of a séance in Scole? My interpretation of the origin and basis of the rongorongo is that these glyphs refer to a major solar

Example of a wooden tablet from Easter Island engraved with rongorongo glyphs photograph courtesy of R. Schoch).

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outburst that occurred at the end of the last Ice Age some 12,000 years ago (see discussion in my book Forgotten Civilization: The Role of Solar Outbursts in Our Past and Future. On the same film as the glyphs is found the phrase “Wie der Staub,” which can be translated “As the dust.” Might this allude to the destruction caused by a major solar outburst? Furthermore, on the film with the glyphs is found another symbol consisting of a circle with a dot in the center (often used to represent the Sun) with three rays originating from the lower surface of the circle. Could this symbol represent our Sun sending electrical discharges toward Earth during a solar outburst? For me, the rongorongo connection to the Scole séances is almost overwhelming, and my first instinct is that this must be a hoax. However, Walter Schnittger has written in no uncertain terms that the “film showing glyphs and some German words ‘Wie der Staub’ etc., was controlled by me in such a way that there was no doubt left at all [concerning its authenticity]: it was bought by us in a normal Foto Shop in Norwich, it has always been in our hands, before, during and after the sitting and it was in addition secretly marked by myself. There was no way to manipulate something and the result of the experiment was again magnificent.” Ultimately I am not sure what to make of the Scole séances. I admit that I remain highly skeptical of some of the phenom-


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ena the investigators report. Reading about them, they seem virtually unbelievable—and this is perhaps the problem. As Dr. David Fontana, one of the principal investigators, wrote some years later, “My difficulty in writing about Scole is not because the experiences we had with the Group have faded. They are as clear as if they happened only weeks ago. The difficulty is to make them sound believable.” I was not there and did not witness the evidence firsthand. The investigators involved were, on the face of it, meticulous, thorough, and highly experienced in such matters. Were they misled? Were they the victims of a hoax that lasted for two years? Or were they witnesses to truly exceptional paranormal phenomena? My mind races back and forth between the possibilities. I am perplexed, but I do have my own hypothesis. Possibly some fraud occurred during the Scole séances that went undetected – indeed, I feel almost certain that there was some fraud involved. However, my instinct is that there were also some genuine paranormal phenomena that manifested. The history of exceptional mediums, seers, and clairvoyants indicates that in many cases when their genuine powers fail they will resort to cheating, even perhaps cheating unconsciously (and thus never giving away any signs of deceit at a conscious level). So, taking into account only the residual of genuine paranormal phenomena among the Scole ses-

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Comparison of Easter Island rongorongo with Scole film glyphs from W. Schnittger, “The Riddle of the Mystery Glyphs”

sions, what do I make of it? I have a difficult time believing it was due to discarnate entities or spirits from the other side. Rather, I find some of the reported phenomena to be eerily similar to typical poltergeist phenomena (lights, raps, knocks, and so forth). Among serious psychic researchers it is generally accepted that poltergeist phenomena are not usually the result of a ghost or discarnate spirit, but are actually caused unconsciously by psychic forces that emanate from the living bodily human being who is the subject of the poltergeist attack. Apparently most victims of poltergeist activity have unresolved psychological and psychic conflicts which are manifested through what might be referred to as a “psychic temper tantrum.” We do not know anything


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about the psyches of the members of the Scole Group (the Foys and the mediums). One or more of them may well have been “working things out” psychically (and unconsciously) during the séances, and thus may have been the causative factor in the manifestation of the observed paranormal phenomena. Regarding the three principal SPR investigators, by their own testimony we have some insight into their psychic dispositions. Arthur Ellison wrote in the Proceedings of the SPR “…we had particular psychological characteristics likely to make us catalysts [of paranormal phenomena] rather than inhibitors…. All three of us knew from experience that paranormal phenomena did sometimes take place, i.e. [that is] they were not beyond our ‘boggle threshold’. I think also that we would all be considered openminded and objective ‘scientists’, and also warm and friendly individuals.” In other words, the SPR investigators were “potential believers” and not “doubting skeptics,” and in my opinion this created the unusual circumstance of allowing the extraordinary paranormal phenomena recorded to manifest in the presence of the scientists. How do we explain the Scole films? What do we make of the Easter Island rongorongo glyphs on a film that Walter Schnittger testifies could not have been faked? Were there indeed genuine spirits working through the Scole group at times? Was a warning being sent to us? I just do

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About the Author Robert M. Schoch, a full-time tenured faculty member at Boston University, earned his Ph.D. in geology and geophysics at Yale University. Dr. Schoch is renowned for his work on re-dating the Great Sphinx of Egypt. Based on his geological studies, he determined that the Sphinx’s origins go back thousands of years prior to dynastic times. Dr. Schoch has authored, coauthored, and edited both technical and popular books, including The Parapsychology Revolution: A Concise Anthology of Paranormal and Psychical Research and Forgotten Civilization: The Role of Solar Outbursts in Our Past and Future. Dr. Schoch is a co-founder of the nonprofit Organization for the Research of Ancient Cultures (ORACUL): www.oraculonline.org Dr. Schoch’s personal website: www.robertschoch.com


Antarctic Ozone Layer Showing Signs of Healing After more than 30 years, scientists are seeing the first signs of healing in the Antarctic ozone layer. Measurements taken last September show the hole has shrunk by more then 1.5 million square miles. Researchers contribute the reduction of the hole to the ban of CDCs(chlorofluorocarbons). These chemicals were once used in Aerosols, dry cleaning, refrigerators, and air conditioners. Nations all over the world banned these chemicals when they signed the Montreal Protocol in 1987 in an effort to prevent any more damage to the ozone layer.

Man Dies While Photographing Machu Picchu A German tourist died in June 2016 when he fell more than 200 feet while trying to take a photo at the top of Machu Picchu. Oliver Paps had asked another tourist to take his picture while he was on the peak overlooking the ancient city. Paps had evaded a security barrier into an off-limits area of the site. He asked the tourist to take a picture as he was jumping in the air. Paps lost his footing and fell in a deep ravine. The body was recovered and taken to a morgue in Cuzco where it is expected to be repatriated.


A Special Paranormal Team by Jamie Lee Anderson

or the past decade, ghost hunting has thrived as amatuer and professional hunters have been searching for undisputable proof of what lies beyond this realm. In 2012, a group of people came together and formed a unique team. Over the past three years this team has investigated many popular and obscure paranormal hot spots which include the famous Gettysburg, Lizzy Borden Bed

& Breakfast, and the Sterling Opera House. Other places with reputed paranormal activity that were investigated are the Rutland Prison Camp, Nine Men’s Misery and the Jailhouse Inn (Rhode Island). But what makes this team more unique is the their bond but also what society would label as a “pervasive developmental disorder.” The four-person team is comprised of two people with a condition known as

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“Aspergers,” which falls into the autism spectrum. Named after Hans Asperger who first documented the syndrome in 1944, but this term wasn’t used until the 1980s. Many traits of people with this syndrome include difficulty in social relationships and communicating, limitations in imagination and creative play. However, in the case of this unique team, it is quite a different story. The fourth member joined the team to help out with these disabilities. Other traits that are considered distracting or hindering actually assist the team and gives them a distinctive edge over many other paranormal investigators—hypersensitivity. Over the years many studies have been done linking Autism (Aspergers as well) to paranormal sensitivity and psychic ability. The book Autism and the God Connection written by William Stillman is a prime example of the gifts these individuals possess. The team has taken this to a new level by working outside of their comfort zone. The payoff has been very beneficial in their almost four years together as a team. The team has become more social, as well as sharing their findings and networking with other teams of paranormal investigators. By sharing and socializing it has helped the members become more comfortable with who they are. The solid teamwork has allowed each member to grow their abilities and cast off labels of “disabilities.” Truly an inspiring team with over a dozen recorded investigations under their belt to date.

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With their love for history and the amazing strength that Aspergers hypersensitivity provides their ghost hunting community, the team moves forward and is currently looking to submit a DVD of their investigations to any interested parties in the media outlet. W For more information on this team or would like to see their past investigations and contact them, here is where you can find them online: paranormalhuntersghosthunters@gmai l.com On Youtube go to: www.youtube.com/ParanormalHunters77 Facebook page: www.facebook.com/ParanormalHuntersGhostHunters


Missing Mabel The Strange After-Death of Dean Mabel Smith Douglass By Katharine Clark

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he was brilliant, educated, and driven. Born to a wealthy family in Jersey City, New Jersey in 1877, Anna Mabel Smith Douglass (who always went by “Mabel”) seemed to have it all. In the end, however, she and her family appeared to have lived an unexplained, cursed existence. Mabel was a Phi Beta Kappa graduate of Bernard College, affiliated with Columbia University. In the early 1900s, the only way a bright, female, high school senior could further her education, and obtain a university degree, was to go out of state. The sole college for women was the small, Roman Catholic College of Saint

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Elizabeth, in Covent Station, New Jersey. Mabel was active in the Federation of Women’s Clubs, which was promoting the establishment of a college for women in New Jersey. She spearheaded the drive, utilizing her extensive contacts for the cause. Even then, she had to take a break from her efforts in 1915. It seemed this remarkable educator was of a fragile emotional and psychological nature. Beginnings Her family misfortune started early. In 1917, her husband William Shipman Douglass, a prosperous produce merchant in New York City, took ill and died of in-

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fluenza. This left Mabel rich, but with two children to raise alone: William Shipman, Jr., and Edith. On a different level, however, her efforts for women’s education bore fruit. The New Jersey College for Women (later named “Douglass College” in her honor in 1955) opened its doors in 1918, affiliating with Rutgers University. Mabel was appointed its first dean. She moved her small family to College Hall, one of only two buildings on the new campus. The school opened with 54 students. Mabel’s troubles continued to haunt her. Two weeks after the beginning of classes, she caught the flu and nearly died. While she recovered, the college grew. (At the end of five years, attendance had grown to over 1000 women. ) Even as she successfully headed her expanding institute, the darkness loomed. In September

1923, her son William, a student at New Brunswick High School, took a rifle and killed himself in the College Hall bell tower. This is the place to which his mother would retreat when nervous or stressed. (When I was an undergrad at Douglass, the first floor of College Hall held the registrar’s office. While waiting in line to make schedule changes, I noted the staircase going to upper floors. “What’s up there?” I asked an older student behind me. “You stay away from there, Greenie,” she answered. “The tower is haunted.” It was years later that I heard of William’s violent suicide.) Breakdown Periodically, over her term as dean, Mabel would take breaks. Despite accolades and awards, the pressure of her po-


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sition was occasionally overwhelming. She took a six-month hiatus in 1930, and a longer one in 1932 when she checked herself into Four Winds, Westchester County, New York, a private, mental health facility. While there, she slipped and fell, breaking her upper right arm. This would prove vital decades later. Still recovering from her mental breakdown, she tendered her resignation as dean in 1933 and went to live at her Summer home, Camp Onondaga. This was located on Lake Placid, across from Pulpit Rock. According to the book, A Lady in the Lake by George Christian Ortloff, Pulpit Rock was so named because the formation resembles a minister’s pulpit. It was also rumored that the indigenous Indians had used this rock from which to cast their dead into the deepest part of the lake. On September 21, 1933, Mabel was going to host several friends from New Jersey who were taking her back to there the next day. Even though the staff at Four Winds warned that Mabel was suicidal, and should never be allowed alone on the lake, she told her daughter Edith that she was going out to search for foliage. The fall leaves would be pretty table decorations, she said. She set out in her boat at one PM. By four PM, she had yet to return. Tragedy Strikes Fishermen working on the opposite shore found her overturned boat (oars

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neatly secured under the seat) and towed it to a local dock. It was there that Edith identified and claimed it. One fisherman later admitted he saw a woman standing in the boat, throwing something overboard. He looked away and, when he looked back, the woman was gone. Searches of the lake were conducted. Dynamite was even used in hopes of causing the body to rise to the surface. Nothing was ever found. Mabel’s death was deemed accidental. Not being able to swim, police determined she either fell reaching for foliage (her boat was found 60 feet from shore, so this theory is unlikely), or got tangled in ropes and drowned. Finally, the search was called off, and the story of Mabel Smith Douglass faded from the public’s mind. Thirty years went by. In the fall of 1963, two divers were exploring the area


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around Pulpit Rock. They were part of the Lake Champlain Wreck Raiders Diving Club, based in Pittsburgh. The two men ventured upon the wreck of a guide boat, perched on a cliff about 95 feet down. Going a bit deeper, they came upon an unusual finding. At 105 feet, they saw what looked like a store mannequin. Approaching the figure, one of the men took hold of its lower right arm. It came off in his hands. This was not a mannequin. This was a body. Coming up to their own craft, they advised other club members to send for the police. Meanwhile, they decided to bring the body up to their boat. As they broke the surface, the face disintegrated, leaving just the skull. When a passing craft’s backwash caused the divers to jos-

tle the body, the skull disengaged and fell back into the lake, along with the left arm. Club members tried to retrieve the body parts, along with the rope they had seen around her neck, attaching her to a 50pound anchor. All they found was the skull. On a later dive, they located the jaw and a few loose teeth. At the autopsy, it was determined that the body had formed adipocere (“grave wax”), one of the effects of saponification. Fatty tissues had reacted with salts and chemicals in the water. The result was a cast-like, waxy, hard substance. In the deep cold (36 degrees), calm Lake Placid, the body had remained as it landed, lying on its left side in a crouched position, perfectly preserved. It was still wearing shoes circa the 1930s,


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with genuine Goodyear rubber soles. In order to do the examination, the coroner had to use a saw to gain access to the internal organs. Reportedly, they looked as fresh as those of a recent drowning victim. It was determined that the corpse was a female who had bore two children. The upper right arm showed a healed fracture. These facts helped verify that this was the body of Mabel Smith Douglass. Curse Continues In 1963, there was no family to claim her remains. It seemed the curse had continued in her absence. Edith Douglass had married a man named Max Roth. He was tragically killed in a plane crash. Edith Roth was living in a high rise in New York City and, on April 30, 1948, she had invited a minister to visit. At one point she excused herself, stepped out the window, and plunged eight stories to her death. Douglass College took possession of Dean Douglass’s corpse, and had it interred in her family’s burial plot in Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn, New York. But that’s not the end of this sad, eerie story. People have reported seeing the spectre of Mabel near Pulpit Rock. Even the guides conducting tours of Lake Placid tell her story and report on her sightings. Oh yes. There is one more thing. In 1963, when the dive club members went

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in search of evidence, they noted something disturbing. Mabel’s body had left an imprint behind in the hard, silent silt of the lake. Provided no one deliberately disturbs it, the lake’s cold, quiet, depth will see to it that her 30-year resting place will hold the image of her remains for decades to come. It’ a sinister little reminder of the tragic history of Dean Mabel Smith Douglass. (As of this writing, Mabel’s death is still recorded as “accidental.”) W Katharine Clark is the author of An Irish Book of Shadows; Things Your Elders Never Told You; and the co-creator of the “Graven Images Oracle” deck. Follow her strange life at: www.irishelder.blogspot.com


Lucy, Bennet, and Angie by Luke Fowler as told to Natalie Fowler

Illustrations by Luke Fowler

My son is a “sensitive” kid. When he was three, at bedtime, he was afraid for me to leave the room. He often heard voices in his head, and sometimes, he didn’t like what they would tell him to do.

has the power to do this too, especially when he goes to bed at night. We’ve also talked about using it if he’s in a large crowd of people or on the playground at school and feels overwhelmed by the noise and energy. When he started using a bubble at night, the bad voices stopped.

So I talked to him about his bubble. We talked about Violet, from the Disney movie, Incredibles. She has a superpower that allows her to make a protective bubble around her whenever she needs it or feels threatened. We talked about how he

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are only allowed to let in light and love. In his ten-year-old adaptation, he’s added a bazooka to the mix. After he sets up his bubble for the night, the bazooka shoots out anything bad that shouldn’t be in the bubble. One night, not that long ago, I went into say goodnight. He was half asleep, and he started telling me about his “angels” (guides): “Mom, I have a lot of angels.” “Really?” I asked. “Tell me about them.” “One of my angels, her only job is to write everything down. She just sits there all day, and writes everything down.” “What’s her name?” I asked. “Her name is Lucy.” “So she’s like the secretary?” I asked. “Yeah, she writes everything down.” “And there are others?” “Yeah, there’s one guy, and he’s in charge of the bazooka. When I set up my bubble every night.” “What’s his name?” “His name is Bennet.” “So he’s like the guy in charge of security.” “Yeah, he’s the security guy.” “Cool. Are there any others?” “Yeah. One more.” “Who?” “She’s in charge.” “In charge?” “Yeah, of the other two. And she gets

crabby.” “Crabby?” I asked. “Yeah. She’s serious.” “What’s her name?” “Her name is Angie.” “Well, it’s nice that you have a whole team.” “Yeah… a whole team.” They say that kids are closer to the veil, and more open to “seeing” things that by adulthood, most of us the rest of us have blocked out. But maybe there is a way to empower kids to handle their sixth-sense skills so they don’t have to block it out. Maybe, these are the kids that are going to help make the world a better place. Natalie Fowler is an author and freelance editor. Find out more about her books and projects at www.NatalieFowler.com or follow her on Twitter @NCTFowler. W

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Was the “Rip Van Winkle” Story an Alien Abduction? An Investigative Analysis by Cheryl Costa

Rip Van Winkle

Upon reading the classic Rip Van Winkle by Washington Irving, I was left with the overwhelming impression that the Rip Van Winkle story had all the same major elements as a modern account of an alien abduction.

Revolutionary War era in the Hudson Valley and Catskill Mountains. The character Rip Van Winkle is a Dutch settler. He is a free spirit, and popular among the villagers, most especially the children. Alas, Van Winkle has a wife who henpecks him unmercifully for being lazy. One day, Van Winkle ventures into the mountains to hunt squirrels and encounters a small and unusual little man strug-

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gling with a keg of liquor. Van Winkle helps to carry it. He ends up in a strange amphitheater-like place, where more of these odd, short men dressed in antique Dutch garb are drinking and playing ninepins. Van Winkle, upon drinking some of the exquisite liquor, falls into a deep sleep. When he wakes, he returns home to find that his wife is long dead, his children are now adults, the country has had a revolution and twenty years have passed. Van Winkle’s story has a happy ending: he is taken care of by his children, and he spends his days at the tavern with the other elders; he is respected and no longer henpecked. The Rip Van Winkle story reports classic abduction characteristics: Encounters with strange beings; an unusual summoning; a strange location; remembering wondrous things; waking up in an odd place; limited memory of what happened; and an unusually long period of lost time. Irving settled in Tarrytown on the Hudson for the last two decades of his life. It’s important to note that Tarrytown is barely fifty miles from Middletown. American author Whitley Strieber owns a year-round cabin in the Middletown area. In his 1987 book, Communion: A True Story he reports that he was abducted near his cabin location in December 1986. The Hudson Valley, and the adjoining Catskills, has been a hotbed for UFO activity for years. However, through my research, I

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learned that Irving drew his inspiration for Rip Van Winkle from “Peter Klaus the Goatherd,” a German folk story by Johann C.C. Nachtigal published around 1800. I came away from the Nachtigal tale even more convinced that somebody in antiquity had an extraordinary encounter experience. The Story of Peter Klaus the Goatherd Johann C.C. Nachtigal’s story begins in the village of Littendorf at the foot of a mountain in the Kyffhausen hills in Germany. Peter, a humble goatherd, has the habit of grazing his flock in a pasture surrounded by an old ruined wall. Peter noticed, over a number of days, that his best goat had taken to wandering off, usually returning in the early evening. This activity concerned Peter so he watched her closely and finally managed to follow his prettiest goat into a passage that led into


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a cavern. The goat, he discovered, had taken to eating oats that were falling from a horse stall above. Peter encounters a horse groom who motions to him to follow up some steps that open to a large courtyard. There, Peter witnesses 12 ancient knights playing a game of Nine Pins. The horse groom silently instructs Peter to pick up the pins. Terrified, Peter does what is asked of him. Eventually he works up enough courage to steal a drink. He seems invigorated, but eventually, he falls into a deep sleep. Upon waking, Peter cannot find his dog nor his flock. After returning to the village, he’s told that Peter’s dog and flock returned to the village twenty years ago and that Peter was never heard from again. He realizes that the people he’s speaking to are his children, now adults. He finally explains who he is and after the initial shock to the villagers, he is welcomed back to his family with open arms. The Nachtigal story, as compared to the Washington Irving story, read like a personal account narrative, not unlike the types I read on a daily basis while researching UFO reports in the MUFON.com and NUFORC.org databases for my newspaper column. Investigative Analysis In both stories, the only evidence we have that time passed is the foot-long beard. The rate of beard growth of males varies with genetics. Average beard growth

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is about a half an inch per month. For our discussion we’ll assume that he was mostly clean shaven prior to his adventure. Assuming a foot-long beard at average grow rate of half an inch per month, we can assume that both Van winkle and Klaus grew foot long beards over a 24-month period. It’s not uncommon for people who have been abducted to experience a lost time aspect to their experience. For example, from the MUFON database consider these accounts: • A hunter in Steuben County New York went deer hunting in the early morning hours of a frigid January. He watched a deer herd spooked by something and start running. The next thing he knew he was sitting on a stump 8-9 hours later. He was perplexed as to how he had gotten there, and for how long it had been. Had he fallen asleep, he would have certainly frozen to death. • A woman in Ohio enjoying the night sky on her patio heard a strange buzzing sound; her pet dog was frightened and cowered under a deck chair. She looked up and saw a triangular-shaped object the size of a football field. She watched it for about fifteen minutes. Later her family asked where she had been for over two and a half hours. A look at her wrist watch showed that its time was over two and a half hours behind. She had no recollection of the missing two and a half hours. The ratio of her remembered to actual


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lost time is about ten to one. • A man near Lake George, New York, was sitting alone on his porch after a UFO sighting with neighbors. He felt himself nodding off to sleep. He awoke three days later, many miles from his home, wearing someone else’s clothes. He had a day’s growth of beard. The man as no memory of what had happened to him. A Final Hypothesis I suggest that Peter, in the Nachtigal story, was abducted and was with the Off World Visitors for about 24 months, his time, as evidenced by his stated foot-long beard growth. I propose that Peter was in a fasterthan-light-craft or an inter-dimensional craft where time functioned differently. In either situation, the relativity effects during the man’s local 24 months’ stay translated to him being away from his village some twenty years or 240 months. I propose that like other abduction cases, the visitors somehow blocked Peter’s memory of his time with them. Peter Klaus experienced a time differential living one month for every ten months that occurred back home, or a ratio of ten to one. It is my hypothesis that the Peter the Goatherd narrative is the original abduction event, and it took place in central Germany sometime between the 16th and 19th centuries.

UFOs in Germany The Nachtigal story is set in the Kyffhäuser hills in central Germany, located on the border of the German states of Thuringia with Saxony-Anhalt, about 150 miles south of Hamburg, and 150 miles north of Nuremberg. It was recorded in a broadsheet (an early form of newspaper) in the Gazette of the town of Nuremberg that on the morning of the 4th of April in 1561, the town’s residents awoke to what can only

Hans Glaser, drew a woodcut (above) of what he saw during the event.

be described as some form of aerial battle taking place above the city. The English translation of the text reads as follows: At dawn of April 4, in the sky of Nuremberg (Germany), a lot of men and women saw a very alarming spectacle where various objects were involved, including balls “approximately three in the length, from time to time, four in a square, much remained insulated, and between these balls, one saw a number of crosses with the color of blood. Then one saw two large pipes, in which small and large pipes,


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pointing at the objects and this event was most likely a famous occurrence in the town’s lore. Image -Hamburg, Germany – November 4, 1697 Central Europe, and specifically Germany, has been highly active with significant aerial encounters for centuries. These were Above image - Nuremburg, Germany on April 4, 1561 (Wood cut by Hans Glaser) the big events that somewere three balls, also four or more. All one wrote down or took the time to these elements started to fight one against record. What about the small events that the other.” (Gazette of the town of Nurem- never got recorded, beyond some local berg). oral tradition? Did Peter the Goatherd Above image - Nuremburg, Germany wander into an alien vessel and spend two on April 4, 1561 (Wood cut by Hans years with them setting their nine pins? Glaser) The battle is reported to have gone Did this historical person experience on for about an hour. Hans Glaser, drew the relativity effects of faster-than-lighta woodcut (above) of what he saw dur- travel and/or inter- dimensional travel ing the event. causing him to live where time isn’t the To the southwest of the Kyffhäuser same as it here? Peter Klaus the Goatherd hills, 250 miles away in Basel, Switzerland, and the story it inspired, Rip Van Winkle, a similar event occurred in the skies there, seem to suggest that the answer is yes. W five years later in 1566. Image - Basle Switzerland. On August 7, 1566 Lastly in Hamburg, Germany on November 4, 1697, residents witnessed two huge wheels hovering in the sky above their town. The art clearly depicts the town’s people Hamburg, Germany - town’s people pointing at the objects.


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Cheryl Costa writes the popular weekly UFO sightings column NEW YORK SKIES for SyracuseNewtimes.com Cheryl served in the United States military twice. She served in the US Air Force as a telephone cable technician with service in Vietnam. Later in the US Navy she served as an electronics tech. Cheryl is a member of MUFON and is a licensed Ham radio operator, her call is KC2YKC.

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Weapons of the Gods How Ancient Alien Civilizations Almost Destroyed the Earth By Nick Redfern

he Cold War is long gone, as is the Soviet Union. But, as numerous, post-9/11 events have demonstrated, the world is still a dangerous place. In fact, it’s very dangerous. And it’s getting even more and more dangerous by the day. In 2015, alone, we saw Chinese hackers infiltrate and steal files on millions of Americans. The Russians began to flex their muscles even more. There was talk of the military minions of Vladimir

Putin placing new, atomic arsenals in the heart of Europe, something which—if it happens—may force us to do likewise, as a vital counter-measure. North Korea continued to be a big problem on the nuclear front, as did Iran. A Russian passengerplane, en route to Egypt, was blasted out of the sky, killing everyone on board. November 2015 saw a shocking terrorist attack in Paris, France, as well as threats against Brussels, Belgium. And on top of

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that, and also in the same month, the Turkish military shot down a Russian fighter-plane, something which provoked very worried words that a Russian-NATO confrontation might well be almost inevitable. Then, in December, a pair of terrorists went on a rampage in California. As a result of all these combined and worrying issues, dark murmurings suggest that the threat of all-out, worldwide, atomic war—which subsided, to the relief of everyone, in the 1980s and 1990s— is about to rise, once again. This time, to stratospheric proportions, and maybe even beyond. The unthinkable may be just around the corner. We’re talking about World War Three and with no way back from the brink. The end of the world as we know it? Perhaps. But, let’s hope not. Earth’s Future? Or, maybe, we’re talking about our own potential extermination becoming just the latest in a long line of Armageddon-style events; ones in which ancient civilizations and cultures were destroyed, and after which slow and torturous processes of recovery began. Is it possible that our civilization is, in reality, just the latest in a long line one of many? Did previous cultures blossom, develop and thrive, only to be destroyed by something akin to the very same atomic technology that now threatens our entire society today? Was that technology created and unleashed by hostile extraterrestrials, ones with very little care, regard, or thought for

the poor inhabitants of planet Earth? Even more incredible, could some of that very same technology have been shared with certain ancient, elite humans? Might we, then, be talking about atomic confrontations involving aliens and humans? Quite reasonably, the skeptic might say: where is the evidence? The answer is, for many, shockingly simple. For them, the evidence is everywhere. It’s a case of knowing where to look for it that really counts. But, how we interpret that same evidence is important too. What we see is a dark and disturbing story that takes us into the distant past, into the worlds of forgotten lands, of unknown people, and of long-dead civilizations largely relegated to the domains of folklore and legend. Time and time again catastrophic events of an atomic nature may have decimated major portions of the planet, eradicating entire cultures, and killing people on scales we can scarcely begin to imagine or comprehend. Atomic warfare in the past appears to have been very different than what we would likely see occur in our civilization today. God forbid it ever happens, but if a Third World War does erupt, in all likelihood it will quickly transform from localized confrontations—perhaps beginning on the border of South and North Korea, or in the disputed waters off the coast of China—to an all-out atomic exchange between the West, China, and Russia. In no more than mere hours, our civilization will be over and obliterated.


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Forever. There will be no going back. And there will hardly be any going forwards either. The planet, too, will suffer incredible damage, and particularly so to the eco-system and the atmosphere. Life will be grim for the few bands of survivors— and not just for decades. Maybe for centuries. We might even be talking about for millennia. In considerable contrast to all that, however, is a situation that may have occurred long ago. Localized Destruction Most, if not all, of the available data that points in the direction of atomic exchanges thousands of years ago suggests not worldwide wars, but localized confrontations—possibly involving the equivalents of what today are known as “tactical” atomic weapons. Of course, for the people directly caught up in the deadly attacks, the end result would have been the same as it might very well be for us, one day. The big difference, however, is that while the ancient wars may have caused major damage to both the Earth and its people, we’re not talking about worldwide, near-annihilation. “Localized destruction” would be a better term to use. And, a far more accurate one, too. Let’s hope we learn from those who came before us and don’t repeat their terrible mistakes. The late Charles Berlitz focused significant time addressing the controversies surrounding the Mahabharata, said:

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“If atomic warfare were actually used in the distant past and not just imagined, there must still exist some indications of a civilization advanced enough to develop or even to know about atomic power. One does find in some of the ancient writings of India some descriptions of advanced scientific thinking which seemed anachronistic to the age from which they come.” It’s not just in India’s ancient writings, such as the Mahabharata and the Ramayana, that we see evidence of what may have been highly destructive atomic war in the distant past. We see it carved on India’s landscape, too—and devastatingly so. It was in 1823 that the existence of a huge, sprawling crater—located in the area of the village of Lonar, in the state of Maharashtra, western India—was found. India’s Lonar Crater It has become known as the Lonar Crater, which doubles as a lake, since it is now filled with water. In fact, it’s the third largest salt-water lake on the planet. It’s also believed to be the only natural, hypervelocity impact crater in basaltic rock. Today, water-filled and surrounded by a lush, jungle-like environment and approximately 400-foot-high, green slopes, the Lonar Crater and its paradise-like environment reveal practically none of the violent activity that created them. The man we have to thank for finding the crater was C.J.E. Alexander, an office of the British Army. As for the loca-


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made it a good analogue for impact craters on the surface of the Moon.” On the matter of certain anomalies surrounding the Lonar Crater, it’s worth noting that 1823 was specifically when the crater became known to the outside world. Those who lived in the area had been fully aware of its existence since the area became inhabited—which was millennia earlier. Notably, there is an intriguing, centuries-old legend surrounding the creation of the Lonar Crater, as Priya Ramachandran reveals. According to the Skanda-Purana, an ancient Hindu text written around the 9th century, says Ramachandran, “…the name ‘Lonar’ came from the demon,


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Lonasura, who lived in this subterranean abode and terrorized the people of the Earth. Now, heeding to his people’s prayers (something he evidently doesn’t do too often now) Vishnu came to the rescue, by sending his avatar in the form of a man named Daityasudana, who exposed the demon’s hideout, kicked away the rock that kept him hidden, thereby creating that crater. He slayed that mighty demon and when his blood was spilt, it turned into a lake.” Temples or Enemy Craters? In addition, the crater is home to more than a few ruined temples. One of them, however, is far from ruined. It’s the Daityasudan temple, which was constructed to celebrate Vishnu’s defeat of the aforementioned goliath-like Lonasura. It’s intriguing to note that back in the 19th century, Sir Alfred Comyn Lyall revealed that Lonasura was not just said to have been a threat to man and beast, but also to the gods themselves. One has to wonder—given his massive-size and his connections to the gods—if Lonasura was part-human and part-Annunaki; one of the giants as referred to in the Old Testament and who so attracted the attention of Zecharia Sitchin. One could even make a case that the subterranean abode of this potentially rogue and dangerous despot of half-

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human and half-alien origins was a highly fortified bunker. If so, perhaps the Lonar Crater was not formed out of a meteorite strike, but was created out of a directed attack initiated by other factions of the Anunnaki. Such a thing is not at all impossible—if, of course, Zechariah Sitchin’s theories concerning the Anunnaki have any validity attached to them. Today, for example, multiple nations possess what are termed nuclear bunker-buster weapons. Or, to give them their correct title: EPWs, or Earth-Penetrating Weapons. The testing of EPWs at Nevada’s Yucca —by the U.S. military—has left behind countless, tell-tale, calling-cards in the form of what are termed subsidence craters. They are craters formed when the “roof” of the cavity created by an underground explosion collapses in on itself. The Lonar Crater is, however, suggestive of something far more destructive than the average-sized EPW of today. But, that the legends and myths concerning the creation of the Lonar Crater revolved around a confrontation with a giant who lived underground, and whose actions deeply worried the “gods,” implies some form of decisive military action may have been quickly taken to wipe out Lonasura and destroy his underground lair—and possibly even his very own underground, atomic arsenal, too. W


The Mythical Chimera Lives?

The Chimera is a Greek mythical creature that is part Lion, part Goat and part Snake. In modern times the term is used to describe several different kinds of cells from various animals that are inserted into a host animal to create a “hybrid” creature. Some U.S. Research centers have moved ahead with experiments by inserting human tissue in pigs, sheep, and other animals in attempt to grow human organs to learn more about diseases. However, the National Institute of Health does not support these studies into animal-human experiments. The agency stated it was worried about the possible “cognitive state” of the animals when injected with human brain cells. Based on several interviews, the MIT Technology Review estimates that 20 pregnancies of human-pig and sheep-human Chimeras have been established in the last year., however no scientific paper has been published. Also none of the animals were brought to term.


Margery Crandon The Last of the Great Physical Mediums By Elaine M. Kuzmeskus When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do. —William Blake himself. In May of 1923, he invited four friends to join him and his wife, Mina (also known as Margery), for a table-tilting séance. Margery was curious as she had recently visited a Boston medium who described the spirit of her brother Walter who had died twelve years before. When the Spiritualist minster also told her she had psychic abilities, she just laughed at the silly notion! Margery also smiled at the sight of the stern expression on her husband’s face that evening. Her light-hearted mood quickly turned to surprise when she felt the table move. Dr. Crandon then suggested that they each exit the room, one at a time, to see which individual was responsible for the phenomenon. The table continued to move until the last person, Margery, left. Then it stopped dead. That was just the beginning for ABC circle. Over the course of several sessions, the table showed a mind of its own. In one sitting “The table went around in quick joyous circles as though laughing with us—then made a series of levitations,

Mrs. Le Roi Crandon, “Margery the Medium”

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each higher than the one before—finally rising at least a foot and a half from the floor.” It wasn’t long before Margery tried trance. Again, she was a natural. As soon as she went into an altered state, her the spirit of her late brother, Walter, came through to speak to the group. Everyone in the room could hear the spirit’s voice. When Smith College professor S. Ralph Harlow, visited Margery’s Boston séance, he very impressed by the sound and range of Walter’s voice: “At times his (Walter’s) voice would be close to my ear, whispering some very personal comment about me or my family; at other times it would come from the corner of the room, or from outside the room, beyond the door-piled waist high with books, or from the center of the table.” On Valentine’s Day, 1924, Walter was in a playful mood. He told the ladies in the group, “I have you a yaller, yaller, yaller rose, and Kitty (Mrs. Brown) I have brought you a yaller, yaller, yaller rose, and Ma I have brought you a yaller, yaller, yaller rose.” Then, according Malcolm Bird who was present in the séance room, saw roses land in thelaps of the three ladies addressed. When the lights were turned on each had in her lap,“a small rosebud, yellow and crumpled with stems obviously fresh cut.” Shortly thereafter, J. Malcom Bird, a senior editor at Scientific America, suggested that the magazine sponsor a con-

Medium Margery Crandon, surrounded by O.D. Munn, editor of Scientific American, J. Malcolm Bird, and Harry Houdini. Courtesy of Library of Congress.

test to prove that psychic phenomena was genuine. The owner, O.D. Munn, agreed and set the prize at $2,500. They chose prestigious judges: Walter Franklin Prince, an American psychical researcher; Hereward Carrington, an English psychic investigator; Daniel Comstock, an M.I.T. professor who introduced Technicolor to films; and William McDougall, a professor of psychology a Harvard University. Margery agreed to be tested but declined to accept the prize money. The committee was very impressed with her séances. When Harry Houdini heard that Scientific America was about to award the prize to Margery, he asked to be included on the committee. The skeptical magician immediately made a trip to Boston to investigate. He was not pleased with the first séance held at the Crandons’ Beacon Hill home—even though Margery demonstrated trumpet mediumship. Once the medium was in


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Margery in trance. Notice the ectoplasm voice box on her right shoulder.

trance, Walter spoke as usual. When the spirit control asked the magician where he would like the trumpet, Houdini called out, “Toward me,” the trumpet made a nose dive to the magician’s feet, abruptly ending the séance. Houdini remained convinced that Margery was a fake and her séance, an act like that of Anna Eva Fay, a stage medium who admitted to cheating. He decided to invent a fool-proof wooden box with a hole in the top for the medium’s head, and holes on each side so that her hands could be controlled during the séance. Even so, Walter, came through, and spoke directly to group. He was furious. The spirit accused Houdini of planting a ruler under Margery’s cushion. Houdini, who objected to Walter call-

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ing him “a son of a bitch,” shouted out ‘My dear sainted mother was married to my father,’ and denied having any knowledge of the ruler. The investigators were never able to find the culprit who planted the ruler. They cancelled future séances. Thirty years later, however, Jim Collins, Houdini’s assistant admitted that he had been instructed to place it there in case Houdini could not find another way to prove she was a fraud. This was not the only time Houdini tampered with evidence. According to magician William B. Greene, who developed a roll of 40 pictures for Houdini, the last print showed signs of spirit. “There was a strange blur above Margery’s head, almost a halo.” The evidential photo, of course, was never published. While Scientific America withdrew their support, Margery cheerfully submitted to test after test. Harvard University examined her twice with good results. From 1926 to 1929, the American Society for Psychical Research also investigated Margery Crandon's mediumship. She also continued to give weekly séances for friends such as Dr. and Mrs. Mark Richardson and their daughter, Marion. On several occasions Marion saw Margery “sit by the fireplace with a cigarette in one hand, doing automatic writing with the other.” In 1928, Margery agreed to demonstrate her automatic writing for the ASPR.


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While members of the circle sat in total darkness, the spirit attempted to move the blocks to spell out messages. Everyone heard the thumps of four blocks that were deposited at the author’s feet. Walter had brought through a message from Harlow’s sister, Anna who had recently died. When the lights were turned on, much to Harlow’s delight, there on the floor near his chair were “four blocks perfectly aligned, spelling ‘Anna’. ” W

Harry Houdini in his "Margie Box." Courtesy Library of Congress.

On March 17, 1928, Margery produced the first Chinese script in red light—a language neither she nor anyone in the room knew. Kung Tze (Confucius) signed the two pages of Chinese characters. Experts, Dr. Huang of China and Dr. Hsieh, verified that the calligraphy was “true original Chinese.” Dr. Huang translated the ancient writing which ended with the admonition “Tse king said the Master’s ways were characterized by kindness and gentleness humbleness and politeness. Neither should our ways differ from his way.” Walter continued to come up with new psychic experiments. In his book A Life After Death, Professor S. Ralph Harlow described how Walter had asked the group to experiment with wooden blocks embossed with letters of the alphabet.

E l a i n e Kuzmeskus, director of the New England School of Metaphysics, is a nationally known Spiritualist medium. She has been certified by the National Association of Spiritualist Churches as a medium. During her career, Elaine has conducted many well-publicized séances including the 1997 Official Houdini Séance at the Goodspeed Opera House in Haddam, Conn . She is the author of Connecticut Ghosts, Séance 101: Physical Mediumship, and The Art of Mediumship. Her latest book is The Medium Who Baffled Houdini: Margery Crandon. Recently, she was featured on Coast to Coast radio, Better Connecticut, and the PBS special “Things That Go Bump in the Night.” www.theartofmediumship.com


Finding a FAERY by Accident by Curt Hansen

was on a spelunking adventure forty feet beneath the ground, snapping pictures in the darkness. We were exploring the 150-year-old, hand-dug water canals that were once used to power the mills of industry. There was an eerie feeling in the damp air. It was especially pronounced when we all turned off our flashlights. We listened to the sound of darkness. These tunnels now only carry storm drain water. But once they powered all of the sawmills, textile mills, and the world’s largest flour mills in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I was walking in ankle deep water that once would have washed me away. We came with rubber boots, ladders, and lights to reach the farthest areas possible. After we explored the main canal to the end, we climbed up to explore an offshoot tunnel. One observation I made was that

there was no sign of life in this tunnel. No rodent tracks, no bugs, no sign of anything living here. I was surprised, and concerned about this. It made me wonder if bad gasses were present down here. But there was a light breeze coming through, so it eased my concern. This tunnel led us to three more canals. Two had running water in them that we crossed on shabby bridges. The other one was dry, and spectacular in color from the sandstone walls. Before we explored this canal, I took some pictures. This is when I captured my first real faery photo. I did not know I had done this until I reviewed the pictures later on my computer. This ignited an extreme desire in me to find out what I had actually photographed. At the age of 59, I was quite surprised to learn that real faeries do exist. Six years later, I now believe in many

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things I cannot see. Including the wind… I have discovered I am not alone in my belief in the existence of real faeries. I have met several people who can actually talk with the winged ones. They have been very useful in making contact with the fae. They are actually able to talk with the faeries and other elementals. We discovered the faery I took a picture of is over 800 years old. I caught his photo by surprise. That is why he was gone seven seconds later in my second photo. I asked about his name, and we settled on Mr. Fae, after I couldn’t pronounce his real name. His task was to greet those who entered his realm. I asked him if he would work with me to show others that there was a place where faeries really lived. He was reluctant at first, because he said other encounters with man hadn’t work out so well for the faeries. Eventually, I earned his trust. I can now get him and other faeries to turn on flashlights to communicate with us. I have collected both photo and video evidence of their presence. I have even built a faery house in my living room and have one living there. Her presence can actually be felt. She also turns on a flashlight to communicate. Faeries have taught me more then I ever expected. They have enlightened me to the fact that other elementals exist besides faeries. I now believe in many things I can not see. Walt Disney and Tinkerbelle changed the awareness of the people’s perceptions of fairies in the United States. Faerie tales

and faerie godmothers made everything appear i m a g i n a r y. Europe still holds the traditional belief of the elementals and faeries. They spell the name “faery” referring to the fae that roam their country sides. Faery is also a term that is used to refer to several elementals under the same umbrella. I have asked the help of my faerie friends to introduce me to the other elementals that we can not see. On our last visit, they told us about the fauns that help them collect the honeysuckle nectar they use to survive the winter. The faeries tell us that each different color of honeysuckle has a different flavor. After tasting the three different colors that were in bloom, I have to agree with them. The faeries were drunk on honeysuckle in the spring bloom, and easy to photograph in this state of being. The fauns told us they were producing the red orbs I had been capturing in my recent photos. A faun is a Pan-like creature — upper part man, lower part goat, plays the flute. I’m not sure I wanted to see that image… But my curious nature will only lead me to ask to know more about these invisible creatures. Only my camera captures the truth. I love the quest into the unknown. I feel secure the faeries will lead me to no harm. I so much appreciate their allowing me acceptance into their realm.


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I have learned that if you do something nice for faeries, they will do something nice for you. When I ask them to communicate by turning on the Maglite style flashlights I set out, I offer them cheese. I have lured them in with butter, milk, wine, and cheese. They also cannot resist rose essence. In getting faeries or other spirits to use a flashlight, they must be instructed how to use it. I simply tell them to reach down and touch the light between the battery and bulb. It will not harm them. With the flashlight set to almost on, but still off, it is easy for them to light it up. Once they understand they can make it shine, it seems like they have fun doing it. When I play music, they make the light flicker to the beat. These faeries appear to like putting on a show for people passing by. I only wish I had known of their existence fifty years ago. I now try to share my experiences of the faery realm with others so they can become aware that these wonderful creatures actually exist, and should be respected. Since I started this mission, I have shown hundreds of people the truth about real faeries. If we are actually breeding a kinder, more sensitive and sensible generation of people, we may see the awareness of elementals,

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and faeries will have meaning again. For me, the faeries have become a very important part of my life, much to my surprise. The photos shown here have been taken around dusk with a flash. Notice that the faery images themselves have no pixels in them. These are the first reasons I had to believe in faeries. Learning from them has been even more enjoyable then I could have ever imagined. I can only look forward to what unusual roads I will find along my way to further my knowledge in the unknown realm of elementals. So far, spirits and faeries have changed my life. I have revalued my opinions of life, before and after death. I do not f e a r dying because of the contacts I have made with spirits and friends who have crossed over. I do not fear hell, because I do not believe it exists, or one of my spirit friends would have warned me. Besides, I plan on spending my afterlife haunting some place where I can convince people the paranormal does exist. Someone may be looking over your shoulder, and it might be me, and some faery friends‌ W


Our Faery Best

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THE AMAZING WORK of TREVOR JAMES CONSTABLE by Paul Tice

Excerpts From Trevor Constable • When we used infrared film for the purpose of pursuing objects that were repeatedly seen and reported worldwide as having come from and often returned to an invisible state, we recorded not so much spaceships as these strange plasmoidal living organisms. And there were too many of them to be ignored. We were not at all happy at the time…not at all, because we wanted spaceships. We got these living organisms, and we

Trevor James Constable was born in New Zealand on Sept. 17, 1925, and died on April 2nd, 2016. He claimed to have photographed living, biological UFOs that fly hidden in our skies, using ultraviolet film, in addition to successfully creating rain using what he called etheric rain engineering technology. His amazing success with rain projects and his pioneering photo techniques deserve our attention. His last book, Hidden History, Rain Engineering & UFO Reality, was a compilation of his life’s work.

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got lots of them. And since that time lots of other people all over the world have got them. I just got a letter from a gentleman who photographed shoals of these things over the Western Australia desert. So, they are there and they have always been there. They are not from anywhere else; they are what we might call the upper dimension of our physical world. They have been referred to as macro bacteria: the counterpart at the upper border of physical nature of the microbes that infest the sub-sensible realms of physical nature of which we were earlier not aware. We are aware of them now, because centuries ago the microscope was discovered and an optical limitation was removed. Infrared film does the same thing at the upper border of physical nature, but the things that are found, instead of being extremely small, are very vast, sometimes forty or fifty feet across.

The fundamental characteristic of everything that is alive, as opposed to what is inert, is pulsation. To official biology, pulsation remains inaccessible, inscrutable—a mystery as vast as the UFOs themselves. Prompted by observed pulsations of UFOs sighted at high altitudes by its pilots, the USAF once broached the idea of “space animals” in a public release dated April 27, 1949, stating that the objects appeared to behave more like animals than anything else. The airmen who observed these aeroforms, and expressed the feeling that they

were living organisms, were closer to the truth than scientists in the grandiose discipline of exobiology have yet come. A comprehensive UFO theory must incorporate living aeroforms within its structure, for such living creatures do exist, have been extensively photographed by myself and others and are now being recorded inadvertently on NASA videotapes in the space environment. NASA’s exobiologists literally do not know what they are looking at, so intent have they been on establishing the sterility of the moon. Some of these creatures are monstrous in size. A comprehensive UFO theory must include them.

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anomalies that have been observed and recorded at this time of day. One of the anomalies that bothered radar scientists in the late 1950s and early 60s was the reception of strong radar returns from objects that are not ocularly perceptible. “Angels” was the term applied to these objects that seemingly are not there, except that radar says they are. My photographs are of objects that are also not seen with the naked eye—except sporadically and occasionally—at which time they become UFOs. An Air Force project conducted by the Cambridge Research Laboratories attempted to explain why service radars detected strange clumps of targets in the predawn period and also before sunup. The findings, theories, conjectures and speculations of the baffled scientists were presented by Vernon G. Plank in two papers published by the Geophysics Research Directorate of the Air Force Cambridge Research Center. Paper No. 52 was “A Meteorological Study of Radar Angels,” and Paper No. 62 was “Spurious Echoes on Radar, a Survey.”

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Anyone who thinks that my finding invisible flying objects in the earth’s atmosphere at dawn, and photographing them, is farfetched should read the alternative explanations in these two enlightening treatises. Imaginative explanations for the dawn “angels” are offered that are far wilder than mine, and for these explanations no proof is adduced. Flocks of birds, heated pockets of gas, clouds of insects and other way-out notions were offered as examples of what the angels might be. My friend Bob Beck, a former engineering test pilot and an instrumentation specialist, read the monographs and expressed my feelings precisely when he returned them to me. Rain Engineering by Constable OPERATION PINCER II The statistical chances of measurable rainfall at Los Angeles Civic Center in July of 1986 were “unequivocally zero” according to National Weather Service statisticians, quoted by the Los Angeles Times on 24 July 1986. Pincer II was a successful attack on this statistical barrier, using etheric energy technology and methods. Ten days prior to the project’s commencement, I filed the legally required Initial Report with the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA), the responsible Federal agency. [A copy of the Report and drawing of predicted results appear in the book.] The drawing shows the precise routes


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by which it was intended to engineer moisture from Mexico into the Los Angeles Basin. A highly spectacular and notably unforecast thunder and lightning show accompanied the unforecast rain that made July of 1986 the wettest Los Angeles July in 100 years and the second wettest July of all time. The moisture arrived via the pre-specified routes, as the accompanying National Weather Service radar fax maps objectively reveal. Bringing rain to Los Angeles in July requires that the normal, natural passage of Mexican moisture out of the Gulf of California northward and northeastward into Arizona, be diverted. An anomalous near 90-degree bend must be engineered into that flow, so that it will go some 250 miles northwestward out of its way…. The rapidity with which all this was consummated caught the National Weather Service and the TV forecasters flat-footed.

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Nothing of the spectacular events that transpired in the early morning hours of 23 July was forecast. The statistical facts of Pincer II are found in Climatological Data, California, July 1986, Volume 50, No. 7. Pincer II showed for the first time in history that a complex etheric rain engineering operation could be designed, depicted in an engineering drawing, filed with the government in advance, and then executed successfully. Summary by Paul Tice When I first picked up a copy of Constable’s book The Cosmic Pulse of Life back in the 1980s, it totally astounded me. To think there are unseen beings traversing our skies just outside of our limited light spectrum “opened my eyes.” It suddenly explained decades of UFO sightings in which observers witnessed craft that suddenly disappeared in front of their very eyes. It seems these craft don’t completely vanish into another reality, as many believed, but move into a slightly different vibratory spectrum of light, still staying here all along, and do so with the intention of becoming unseen. But in the case of Constable’s “critters,” as he called them, these were living, biological creatures swimming in an atmospheric “ocean” of sorts, as their natural habitat, and are already residents of this invisible realm. Just as we have oceans of water, we also have one above us throughout the atmosphere,


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containing beings that swim around in much the same way. It is not such a stretch to believe this, once one sees the evidence. Trevor James Constable was the first pioneer into this area, and many have now carried on with his work. Using Wilhelm Reich’s cloudbuster apparatus, Constable found he was able to attract these beings to his location in order to photograph them in their hidden realm using infrared film. In its crudest form, a cloudbuster is built using a series of various-sized hollow tubes protruding from a water source and pointed into the sky. Many photos of these beings have been published as a result. What Trevor also confirmed, however, was that the original purpose of the cloudbuster—creating rain—worked. He dropped the pursuit of critters almost entirely and developed his main interest, for the rest of his life, which was trying to help the world through rain engineering technology. He had a number of stunning suc-

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cesses and was able to bring on board a number of serious investors. Later renditions of the cloudbuster were attached to aircraft which flew directly up into the clouds and created amazing results. He also studied weather patterns and was able to carefully place units at key locations, miles apart, to change said patterns and achieve results that were previously considered impossible. Despite the successes, it is this writer’s belief that Constable’s rain engineering technology was never adopted in any official manner due to the association that the public would make between this technology and Trevor’s previous work with UFOs and hidden sky creatures. We were not and are still not ready to rip off the veil of these hidden realms in such a widely recognized way. Trevor James Constable was a brilliant man who was far ahead of his time. At some point in the future we will catch up to his work and employ to our greater benefit. W


Crow Flees Crime Scene with Murder Weapon

Canuck the crow is Vancouver’s most notorious crow. Canuck is quite famous(even garnering his own Facebook page) and has been videotaped many times doing an odd array of mischief. In late May 2016, police were called to a crime scene involving a burning car where they were confronted by a man with a knife. Shots were fired and the man was arrested. A Vancouver reporter sighted a crow with a red tag on its foot (same as Canuck). The crow swooped in and picked up an object inside an area taped off by the police. One of the officers gave chase and after about 15-20 feet, the crow dropped the object which turned out to be a knife. The reporter and the police had stated that they had never seen anything like it before. The knife itself was material evidence in a murder case. Even after the incident, Canuck was seen sitting on the once-burning car trying to get at the camera operator's gear. Several pictures of the incident were taken and posted.


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By Virginia A. Santore N INVISIBLE BLANKET seemed to cover my body. Breathing became almost impossible. Was it only a seizure—or an attack by the evil influence filling the old house? The house hated people! And I must concede that it never disguised its true character from us. No visible phantoms walked through the 10-room, gingerbread trimmed, turreted, Victorian relic we acquired in 1944, although our home, enthroned upon a hill and surrounded by graceful pine trees, was the perfect picture of what a haunted house should be. However, a presence,

unseen by the eye, but so baleful and malefic one could actually taste and feel it penetrate the very air of the dwelling. During our first week in that Youngstown, Ohio, house we were so tired by bedtime there was scarcely time for more than a whispered prayer before sleep overcame us. The size of each room took on the dimensions of a ballroom when it came to cleaning and we were truly exhausted. Our second week in the house saw the beginning of our troubles. No matter where I scoured and cleaned an odd odor penetrated the rooms. Whatever solvent

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I used, the smell remained. There was a thick, damp malodor throughout the house whether the wood was wet or dry. We finally decided that there were too many trees shading the house and perhaps in the spring of the year, if some were removed the condition might be alleviated. Then there were the sounds of the house. We were aware that all houses, especially old ones, have their own particular noises but the discord that issued from this house was the weirdest I have ever heard. Soft moaning sighs and muted sobbing sounds arose when no wind was stirring. There were seeming footsteps in the attic overhead and a variety of thumps and bumps that were nerve shattering. Nights were wakeful for both my husband and myself and we would arise in the morning cross and irritable. Finally, we decided that we had been working too hard, that spring would relieve the tension of the house and the winter noises would disappear. Spring and summer did bring us some relief. Removal of some of the trees seemingly dissipated most of the foul odor from the house. The many noises remained, however, but we had become familiar with them and could ignore them now. Life was uneventful until July. Then we noticed two new oddities. The cellar was the worst of the two. Heretofore the cellar had been exactly that, a cellar. But now

when I entered it the air seemed thick and stagnant. It closed around me like a veil, making breathing almost impossible. And midway between the first step and the ceiling of the attic stairway appeared a huge cobweb. I brushed the web down on the average of once a week. Yet, the next time I opened the door, there was the cobweb, gray and waving. We searched diligently for the spider but never found one. More and more the house seemed to be alive. During August we decided that the place was far too large for our family of two adults and one baby and that the sensible thing would be to divide it into three small apartments. This seemed an ideal way to add to our family income. A few days after our decision to remodel the house I entered the basement to do the week’s laundry. Suddenly, an invisible blanket of stifling thickness enveloped my body completely. Breathing became next to impossible. In panic I fumbled my way to the stairway and stumbled up the steps to the kitchen. There I found immediate relief and was able to breathe freely again. Positive I had suffered a seizure of some sort I went to the doctor that very afternoon, only to be told I was in excellent health, overly nervous perhaps, but physically perfect. The evening of this trying day had one bright spot. My brother Francis Wagner, arrived from his home in Detroit, Mich., for a week’s visit. This was a rare treat for my brother Frank, an ordained minister,


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was an evangelist who seldom had time to spare from his busy schedule. After our first greetings were over we immediately told him of the strange series of events that had plagued us since our occupancy of the house. Frank listened calmly and then said it seemed to him the things that had happened were, for the most part, due to two overly worked imaginations. We felt more than a little ashamed. Viewed in the light of his logical explanations the mysteries did not seem to amount to much. We spent a happy evening talking over old times. Midnight arrived and we all retired. I went to sleep almost immediately feeling secure and safe in the knowledge that my brother was with us. Alas, I lost this feeling a short while later when we were jarred into instant wakefulness by the sound of hoarse screams. I leaped from bed, raced into the hall to find my brother standing on the attic stairway clawing wildly at his face. My husband was close behind me as we rushed to aid Frank who was the victim of our mysterious cobweb. It had entwined itself completely around his head and frightened him ’til he literally was shaking. We turned on the lights, brushed the filmy, gray stuff away and talked soothingly to him. Frank finally managed to explain, “I was asleep when suddenly I was awakened by a voice calling my name, over and over. I could hear the voice clearly, distinctly,

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so I got out of bed and went into the hall. The night light was so dim I must have mistaken the attic door for your door and when I opened the door and stepped forward I became entangled in that shroud. I panicked and called out to you. What a dream! What a horrible dream!” Eventually we all returned to bed and the rest of the night passed quietly. The next morning over breakfast coffee Frank treated the previous night’s incident as a joke. “Your stories really must have preyed on my mind. I’ve never had a dream like that one and, certainly, I never have sleepwalked before in my entire life.” That day we spent visiting relatives and the next night was uneventful. The morning of the third day I felt relaxed and certain my brother was right—imagination had played cruel tricks on our little family. But the climax came that afternoon. No one of us smoked but before our eyes, in the northeast corner of the living room, a small fire appeared. Without reason, the fire suddenly was there. By afternoon we were at our wits end, for three other small fires broke out spontaneously in the house, always before our eyes. This was too much to bear; fire is the major fear of my life. My brother retired to his room that night looking thoughtful. The next morning he appeared at the table pale and resolute. At breakfast Frank told me of a


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strange dream he had the night before. “Last night I prayed for an answer to your dilemma. I had a dream that may or may not be the answer to your problem. I thought I was in the attic, wrapped in the cobwebby stuff I was entangled in the other night. In the corner of the attic was a blazing fire that grew and grew in size. I was panic-stricken and didn’t know which way to turn. I was trapped there. “Until my visit here I was confident of my faith. I still am; however, the experience of the other night and the fires since, have shaken me. I am trained to be a guide to others, a strong arm for the weak to lean on. But in the moment of trial I was the weakest of the weak. “To me this shows how frail the flesh is. Sometimes we must rely on signs and symbols to guide us. You have been warned and now I earnestly advise you, not only as your brother, but as a minister, to leave this house as quickly as you can. “The battle of Good against the forces of Evil is constant. Sometimes certain areas are won and held, as in any war. This house, I am convinced, is one of those very real areas where the forces of Evil have entrenched themselves. I truly believe that eventually, perhaps soon, the baleful malignancy that is evident here will be overcome by the power of Good. The climax is building up day by day and will break through in the future. You and the family must not be here when that oc-

curs. I will wait here until you leave, for I cannot and will not leave you alone in this house.” We took my brother’s advice and that very afternoon packed our personal belongings and moved into my sister’s home. The moment we departed I felt a lessening of tension; a vast feeling of relief swept over me. The furniture was out of the house within three days time and for the first time in six months we were free. At first we decided not to sell the house but, upon thinking it over, decided we were being foolish, for other’s beliefs are not ours. If we had acted unwisely in moving out that was our mistake; we were satisfied with our decision. The house was not difficult to dispose of in the space hungry years of 1944. We told the people who took the house of the strange events that had occurred there. We were trying to be honest and fair but, from the expressions on their faces, I am sure they thought us completely mad. *** HE STORY of the house does not end here. The family how had bought it lived there exactly one month then, following our example, they too moved away. Despite the war-time housing shortage the house remained vacant for a long time, then was sold to an organization. After many renovations and much re-

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modeling, the club was finally opened to its members. My brother’s prediction of a climax in the struggle between Good and Evil had been delayed for nearly 16 years, but the house had the last say after all. On December 9, 1960, exactly two weeks after the opening the clubhouse was completely destroyed by fire. New wiring had been installed; there was no accounting for the extensive nature of the fire. The verdict was “cause of fire unknown.” Today, of course, the house on the hill is gone. A new building on that spot

opened its doors in 1961, to serve the same organization which had remodeled the old house. I do not fear for this building for I am firmly convinced of my brother’s theory. I believe the battle of Good and Evil was fought on that site and that the forces of Evil were driven away. Yet, I find myself wondering—where has that particular concentration of Evil been driven to? Another house, perhaps? Personally, I pray each night that never again in my lifetime shall I find myself upon such a battleground.

“Dead” Teenager Rises From Grave

16 year old Neysi Perez was unknowingly buried alive after doctors proclaimed her dead. It was thought that Perez had fallen unconscious from shock when gunfire went off near her home in Honduras. When she started foaming at the mouth, her parents thought she had become possessed by a demon and called a local priest who attempted an exorcism on the teenager. After the exorcism, Perez had fallen lifeless and was rushed to the hospital where the doctor pronounced her dead. She was buried in a wedding dress. However 24 hours later after the funeral, her husband heard screaming and rushed to get help. However by the time the cemetery crew and relatives broke open the cement and get the coffin to the hospital, she had passed away. Her body still felt warm and her fingertips had bruises on them. The coffin window pane had been smashed. It was believed she had a severe panic attack which stopped her heart. She was also three months pregnant. After the doctor pronounced her dead a second time, she was reburied in her original plot.


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Thus says the Lord Jesus “I am the love of God and I bring happiness to all who receive me. No one is truly alone, even though many may feel alone. I am always with you and I know your pain. I am everyone who has ever been whipped without cause. I am everyone who has ever been bullied. I am everyone who has ever been persecuted for race, sex, religion, or nationality. I am everyone ever tormented for culture, political beliefs, or a disability. I am everyone ever ridiculed or demeaned for his appearance, mentality, or his personality. I suffer when you suffer, and, when you hurt another, you hurt me. As long as you forgive one another, I will always forgive you. Every whip lashing your back lashes mine. Every knife stabbing you stabs me. Every cruel word spoken to you is spoken to me. Every tear and drop of blood you shed is mine. Share in my loving compassion for all living things. Only then can you have eternal happiness. The Lord our God is not a jealous God. He is a generous and tolerant God, who teaches us to love all other gods and their worshippers. A truly godly person loves even the Devil himself and prays for his conversion. God is all good and loves all his creatures; he does not desire for them to suffer. Suffering does not come from God, but from the Dark Abyss of the Cosmic Subconscious. We must not seek to destroy evildoers, but rather to heal them of the affliction making them do evil. My religion is a religion of love, kindness, and compasssion; it it not a religion of jealousy, hatred, or intolerance.�


Beyond the Known Part II The Brown Mountain Lights: A Case for Further Study? Spanning 11,786 acres between Burke and nearby McDowell County, the Linville Gorge became the first area of the United States east of the Mississippi to be designated as an official wilderness area in 1952. It was purchased with funding provided by John D. Rockefeller, and later on became a part of the greater Wilderness Preservation System after legislation was signed into law in 1964 by President Lyndon B. Johnson. The land has been maintained and kept almost entirely in its natural state, just as it had been when the Cherokee lived there for generations before the arrival of European settlers. The windswept cliffs overlooking the gorge are a wonder to behold from nearly any vantage. Standing atop the chimneys adjacent to Table Rock Mountain, one can look down into the gorge and see the winding Linville River, once called “the River of Many Cliffs” by the natives who gathered here in ages past. It was from this same vantage a number of years ago that I, along with several others, observed a dim, reddish haze down in the valley just before sundown, apparently rising over the Linville River and moving along quickly above the winding curves of the water. Though it quickly vanished, the faint apparition was briefly observed by four of the five in our com-

pany that evening. The events here remain perhaps one of the only instances where I have observed an unusual illumination while visiting the Linville Gorge. On one other occasion several years ago, standing at a large gravel parking lot off Highway 181, two friends and I observed an amber colored light slowly passing above the mountain nearest us, roughly equidistant between our location and the famous ridge of Brown Mountain. The light was already high in the sky by the time we noticed it, and in few moments it blinked out, disappearing from view. Initially, I wondered whether this might not have been atmospheric refraction of a car’s headlights, or even the International Space Station (ISS) as it moved overhead, passing into Earth’s shadow and disappearing from view. However, after many years of skywatching, paired with frequent visits back to the Linville Gorge (and a number of observations of the ISS, which generally appears bright white in color), I have considered whether the object I saw that night might have been something a bit more unusual, after all. There is quite a history of unexplained illuminations that occur throughout the region. Named for the long, straight ridge of Brown Mountain on the border of Burke and Caldwell Counties, these “Brown Mountain Lights” have been a 84


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subject of debate for decades at least— though some argue there are legends going back centuries—with the earliest modern reports emanating from around the early 1900s. While they have been variously referred to as ghost lights, swamp gas, will-o’-the-wisp, UFOs, and a host of other things, the most likely explanation, at present, is that these lights are some variety of unexplained naturally-occurring electrical phenomenon akin to ball lightning, a rare sort of lightning that apparently self-shapes within a luminous, moving globe of light, capable of manifesting and drifting about for several seconds at a time. Most scientists would argue that the study of any phenomenon as erratic and unpredictable as ball lightning is nearly impossible, and is perhaps even a fruitless effort. Despite local “legends” about observations dating back hundreds of years, there has been some controversy over whether the Brown Mountain Lights were actually ever seen prior to 1913. One of the earliest, and most complete sources for information on the subject appears in a USGS circular, which recalls George Mansfield’s visit to the area in 1922. Mansfield begins by saying the lights had been witnessed “for many years,” and while this obviously could have been ref-

erencing the nine-year period lapsing between an earlier USGS inquiry and Mansfield’s 1922 visit, the author notes later in the report that testimony of locals seems to suggest that there were reports stemming from much earlier times. Mansfield writes, “Col. Wade H. Harris, editor of the Charlotte Daily Observer, from which the first description of the light, quoted above, was taken, states in a letter dated October 2, 1921, addressed to Senator that “there is a record that it (the light) has puzzled the people since and before the days of the Civil War.” R. T. Claywell, of Morganton, says that people used to come to Burke County 60 years ago to see the lights. Joseph Loven, of Cold Spring, says that he noticed the lights as early as 1897, when he moved to his present home by Loven’s Hotel, but that he had heard nothing about them and paid no attention to them until Mr. Gregory came, in 1910. Mansfield’s report concluded that the lights were merely the headlights of locomotives off in the distance. However, over the years there have been many reports that do not appear to involve what are merely lights seen a distance away; some encounters have been quite close, indeed. In 2012, USA Today reported an unusual story that involved two orange orbs,


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moving 10 feet off the ground, which reportedly floated past Steve Woody and his father while hunting deer in the region 50 years ago. The lights passed the two hunters before it dropped down the side of the gorge and vanishing from view. “I didn’t feel anything spooky or look around for Martians or anything like that,” Woody reported of the incident. “It was just a unique situation. It’s just as vivid now as when I was 12 years old.” Previous Reports FATE has covered similar stories over the years. One report dates back to 1962, when three businessmen were building a 50-foot metal tower which they hoped would aid in studying the lights. However, the tower was quickly dismantled, it was reported, when “a sizzling ball of fire” made a pass at the tower and its panicked observers. Another report of close encounters with the Brown Mountain Lights was published by John Bessor in March of 1951 in FATE. It involved a local resident who claimed to be standing on the summit of Brown Mountain with several others when a light “as long as a man’s arm” formed over their heads. The witness made similar claims that the light made a sizzling sound; they watched it “pulsate” for a number of seconds before it disappeared. Could such phenomena as these described merely be the distant headlights of locomotives? It would seem that the

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suggestion strains credulity. However, the number of close-hand encounters appears to have dwindled somewhat over the years; while sightings do occur, many observations made from locations like Wiseman’s View near the town of Linville Falls could easily be chalked up to aircraft; planes leaving the Lower Creek, Foothills Regional, or Hickory Regional Airport could easily give the appearance of faint globes lifting off the top of Table Rock, or the adjacent Hawksbill Mountain. Nonetheless, there are some situations that may suggest something different is occurring. An observation by Pennsylvania residents Bill Fox and Bob Ashmore in June 2016 was documented in photographs (see diagram) that appear to show an amber-colored light passing above Table Rock Mountain. In retrospect, the light Fox and Ashmore photographed bears some similarity to my own observation over Brown Mountain nearly a decade ago; additionally, the photographers described the object that they photographed simply “blinked out,” much like the illumination I had seen. Whether these lights are indeed the “Brown Mountain Lights” that so many have claimed to see over the years is anyone’s guess. However, it should be noted that scientific literature over the years that has sought to explain the lights as distant illuminations from ground-based sources does not appear to reliably account for aerial observations like those we have de-


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Long exposure photo, taken at night, showing unidentified illumination passing above Table Rock, North Carolina. The date was June 18, at approximately 10:30 PM local time. The camera was a Canon PowerShot (SX150 IS), with focal length 19.757, F-Stop 4.5, and an exposure setting of 8 seconds. Note the difference in coloration and appearance between aircraft lights and the amber colored object, with elongated appearances on film due to the camera’s exposure settings. Photo by Robert Ashmore, June 18, 2016.

tailed here. In equal measure, if the phenomenon is to be understood, and perhaps resolved, cameras trained on distant ridges may do little to help us understand whether there is indeed something awaiting discovery. In the future, perhaps with the help of those willing to go right to the areas where the lights are purportedly observed (i.e., Table Rock, Brown Mountain, etc), better, more conclusive photos and video will emerge that give us a clearer idea about what these lights actually en-

tail, if they do exist. I remain hopeful that our understanding of science and the natural world may benefit from such studies. If we are to make any progress, perhaps it’s time for us to “get off the bench,” and “into the game.” A world of discovery may await those willing to put in a bit of effort, the likes of which has resulted in the few compelling reports of odd things people have seen over the years in the enigmatic Linville Gorge Wilderness. W


The Man Who Revealed the Secrets of Edgar Cayce By Michael Peter Langevin

for the job. Hugh Lynn and A. Robert set up a weekly meeting so that the biography could be extrapolated from interviews. Hugh Lynne told Gladys Davis Turner, who had been Edgar Cayce’s secretary, to give A. Robert access to anything she had stowed in her bank-sized vault. That vault was so big that you could disappear inside of it while rummaging through her stacks of priceless documents. Nobody had before this been allowed to set foot in this treasure house. In the interviews, Hugh Lynn told A. Robert about how his father saved him from blindness, being in the Battle of the Bulge Army service under General Patton, and the ups and downs of creating the A.R.E. It took five years for A. Robert to complete the book. It was titled, About My Father’s Business. Sadly, Hugh Lynn died before he could read it. The process of finishing the book involved A. Robert deeply with A.R.E. He eventually became the founding Editor of their long running magazine Venture Inward. During the research process, A. Robert

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came across a marvelous find. Plowing around in Gladys’ vault he discovered a manuscript that looked like it had been dictated. He asked Gladys about it, and she said: “Mr. Cayce started to tell the story of his life, and I just typed it up as he progressed.” “Did he finish it?” Smith asked. “No. He was too busy giving readings.” Too bad he didn’t complete it, A. Robert thought, but Cayce was obviously too focused on helping other people to tell his story. Later A. Robert discovered another startling manuscript—a detailed narrative about Edgar’s childhood, by Edgar Cayce’s father, Leslie B. Cayce. A. Robert made copies of both narratives and stowed them away until he could figure out what to do with them. He eventually found a way to combine Edgar’s life story with Edgar’s father’s account. Combining the two versions made for a very complete and revealing story of Edgar Cayce. People were at last able to better understand what lead up to Edgar Cayce becoming the most famous psychic of the 20th century. The book was originally published by A.R.E. Press in 1997, and titled, The Lost Memoirs of Edgar Cayce. It was an instant success among members and sold about 20,000 copies. A. Robert very much liked Edgar’s take on life because he was frank and honest about his feelings, even about when his first love, a girl named Bess, spurned

him after her father told her that Edgar was a bit crazy. Sprinkled freely through his memoir are confessions of doubts, of uncertainty, of yearning to be “normal” rather than blessed with an astonishing talent. His admissions mark him as a truly humble man who never let adulation undermine his motive of service to others. He remained the living fulfillment of his own saying, “If we ever get to heaven, it will be by leaning on the arm of someone we have helped.” Among those who read Edgar Cayce’s memoirs was literary agent Sandra Martin. She sold it to a major New York publishing house, St. Martin’s Press. They paid an enormous sum and published a hardback edition in 1997 under a different title, My Life As a Seer. The book was sold internationally, and is still in print, now also available as an e-book. At the age of 91, after recovering from a massive stroke, A. Robert has come out with his tenth book: Robert’s 101 Rules of Order for a GOOD LIFE. He got the inspiration to write the book at a Quaker meeting when a woman stood up and said. “God is Love.” When he meditated on this he realized that he really saw God as just that— Love Energy and forgiveness. This led him to distill his very full life’s experience so others could live the good life. His involvement in the life and teachings of Edgar Cayce was surely an important part of those life experiences. W


My Proof of Survival Nana’s Earrings My grandmother, Isobelle Brown, died on July 30, 1972. My sister, Barbara, and I called her Nana; she said it was English for nurse. Nana wore lavender perfume and after each visit to her house, she gave us a piece of costume jewelry—a strand of pearls, a brooch, or a bracelet. Once she gave me a lovely pair of earrings, the screw on sort; they looked antique. Two rings of diamonds clustered around two fiery pink agates. When she died, I received other jewelry, but those earrings were the most meaningful. Over the years I wore them for special occasions like Christmas brunches or birthday dinners, but feared I would lose them so kept them in my sea chest jewelry box beside the gold tie clip my mother gave me the year my father died. On May 16, 2008, I went to an evening jazz performance of a singer friend of mine, Carol Ann Sokoloff, in downtown Victoria. I arrived home shortly after 11:00 p.m. I had turned the bedroom and bathroom lights on to show I was home, but now all the lights were on. Apprehensively I rounded the path to my back door. It was thrown open and I knew I was being robbed. I’d had a fair quantity of wine during the evening and was brave enough to venture inside. I saw

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a darkly dressed 16-year-old youth in my bedroom with the contents of my dressing table drawers strewn upon my bed. He was energetically sifting through my belongings and stuffing my valuables into a black carry bag. I surprised him and told him to get out of my house because I was calling the police. Leaving the bag, he bolted towards the front door and raced down my walk. When I checked the house I found he had only taken pieces of inexpensive jewelry but of intrinsic value. I called the police, but the thief had left no fingerprints; he wore gloves and had not damaged my house. I was heartsick at what he had taken; he had left my father’s tie clip behind, but he had taken Nana’s earrings. I was depressed about this for weeks afterwards, as this jewelry could not be 90


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replaced. Then I had a dream: Nana was sitting in front of her fireplace in the basement suite of my uncle’s house she shared with my grandfather, the same house I visited in my youth. She was knitting with pink needles. Nana was a thrifty woman and I remember as a child how I watched her knit sweaters and tams for me, my sister, and later on, my children. In the dream I was in a dark corner of her living room and as I watched her knit, I saw a bee come towards her through the open window. She set down her knitting needles and slapped at it. The bee buzzed around her face and settled next to her right ear. Giving the bee a firm swat, she turned to me, her dark eyes imploring. I awoke with a start. I had never dreamed of Nana before so I thought she must have been trying to tell me something really important now. The following day, July 24, 2008, I went out for lunch with my friend Patrick Jamieson and David Gallant. When Pat drove Dave back to the CFB base in Esquimalt where he worked, I left Floyd’s

Café where we usually lunched and walked up the street, waiting for Patrick to return and drive me home. Suddenly a sign caught my eye, announcing a small shop called the Thrifty Bee. I had never seen it there before, but then I had never looked. I felt compelled to go into that shop. As I entered the doorway, the distinct scent of lavender drifted towards me. There was a jewelry box next to the counter—brooches, earrings, necklaces, and bracelets. I sifted through it and was amazed at what I found: the exact same pair of earrings Nana had given me years ago! They were clearing them out of the shop. I got them for $1.50 but it wasn’t the price that meant so much to me; it was the recovery of those precious earrings. On the way home, I excitedly told Patrick of my dream and showed him my wonderful find. Time has no dimension for the dead; they often speak to us in visions and dreams in order to give us guidance and comfort. Thirty-six years after her death, Nana appeared to me; she knew how much those earrings meant to me; how heartbroken I was at their loss, and wanted to give me back my pair. I also knew Nana was watching over me as I journeyed through my life with her guardian angelic presence and her warm, enduring love.—Genine Wilkinson, Victoria, Canada


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Love For a Grandmother I was 16 years old when my grandmother passed away. I was extremely close to her, so when she passed away I was beside myself. As I was growing up, my parents kept me pretty sheltered. I had never been to a viewing before. They never allowed me to go to any funerals. Initially my grandmother had been admitted to the hospital with the diagnosis of a perforated intestine. Unfortunately, after the surgery she never healed. Peritonitis set in, and she ultimately passed away. The strange thing was she was in the hospital for six months, and at least once a month till she passed, the hospital would call my father to ask him to come, because they felt that the end was near. Then she would rally. The night before she passed away, I remember having a dream that she was laid out in a large oyster shell of purple and white. Her dress was navy in color with white polka dots. While I was having the dream, the phone rang, asking my father to come to the hospital again. He went to the hospital, and within the hour after he got there, my grandmother died. Several days later, I went to see my grandmother at the funeral home. I was totally overwhelmed by the process. And I freaked out when I saw her laid out in a navy blue and white polka dot dress. It was too much for a 16-year old to endure. I asked my parents to bring me home. A neighbor of ours told my parents not to

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worry, and they would drive me home. My grandmother knew that my favorite color was pink, and that I also liked satin. Before the arrangements had been made for the funeral, my grandfather asked my parents if I would like to have the pink satin slippers that were a gift for my grandmother. She had never gotten to wear them. There were many gifts in the hospital room from friends of hers. My father asked me if I wanted the slippers, and I told him all of those gifts were meant for her. I didn’t feel comfortable taking what was meant for her. I asked him to give them to the needy. The neighbors drove me home. I immediately went upstairs to my bedroom to start my homework. When I entered my room, I noticed a shoe box on the side of my bed. It was unopened and the pink satin slippers were lying on the floor next to the box. I screamed, fled down the stairs and out the front door. I ran across the


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street to my neighbor’s house, the same couple that had driven me home. In between bouts of hysteria, I explained to them what had happened. They assured me that even though I didn’t want the slippers, maybe my parents thought that I should have them. They called my parents at the funeral home and asked them to come home. When my parents arrived, we explained what had happened. Both my parents looked at one another and swore to the day that they died that they never put those slippers by my bed. The next day all of the gifts that were on the front porch were transported to the Salvation Army to be distributed to the needy, including the slippers. This episode haunted me for years. When I got older and married and had children of my own, I started to doubt that I did the right thing. Maybe, I thought, I should have kept those slippers. My grandmother wanted me to have them. Several years ago I had a psychic medium come to my home. I invited seven friends to come to the session. My girlfriend, Rosemary, asked me if this medium

was reliable. I explained that I was told that he was, but I never had been to him either. I told my friends about the slipper incident years prior. I told them if he is the real deal, he will bring up the slippers. The first thing that the medium did was to give some background of his life and what he does. He then stated what he sees, and if anyone in the room feels that he is talking about them, they should speak up. The first thing he said was, “I see pink slippers from a woman to someone younger. They were a gift. She is saying to me to ‘stop your worrying, they are only slippers. Get over it’.” I looked at my friends and said, “He’s the real deal girls!”—Pat Skalski, Dumont, NJ

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Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and

today is a gift; that’s why they call it the present.

—Eleanor Roosevelt (1884-1962)


True Mystic Experiences The Twilight Zone Rod Serling would have loved this one. It was September 2007. I was with a film crew who had been shooting a documentary based on a book I had written. Following a week of filming at various locations in the LA Metro area, we headed for Las Vegas for another few days of filming before wrapping it up. There were five of us in the SUV; four members of the crew and myself. We stopped for dinner at the Green Tree Inn in Victorville—the traditional place to stop between LA and Vegas. It was dark by the time we got out of there and back on I-15. Why the driver, Marlin, didn’t get gas in Victorville, or Barstow, or Baker, the final two outposts of civilization before drivers are greeted by the glitz and glitter of the casinos that light up Primm, Nevada, at the state line, I don’t know. Actually I’m rather glad he didn’t, or we might never have had the opportunity to take an excursion into Rod Serling country. There is nothing between Baker, California, and Primm, Nevada. However, there suddenly appeared, just ahead on the right, a brightly lit gas station. Everyone who has ever driven on an interstate knows that all entrances and exits are

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marked by a number and or a name, but this road, barely wide enough for two cars to pass, let directly off the interstate—or were we suddenly turning off the old highway that was there before the interstate was even built? The gas station was bathed in a bright circle of light, which was surrounded by total darkness. It was as if an invisible curtain of some kind separated the two. The gas station owner was out front and extended a friendly greeting as Marlin pulled up to one of the pumps, both of which looked ancient. Another curious thing that I noticed was that there was not another car anywhere to be seen, making me wonder how the owner and the cashier, who was inside, got to work in the middle of nowhere. I rationalized that someone could have given them a ride, which didn’t sound right. What happened next assured me that 94


Personal accounts of paranormal events from our readers attempting to rationalize anything that happened at this lonely outpost was an exercise in futility. Emerging out of the total darkness, becoming visible a foot or so at a time, came two of the biggest, most beautiful black horses I’ve ever seen. On each horse sat a very pretty young girl, both of whom appeared to be about 15. The station owner greeted the girls as if they were old friends. The other four guys and I went over and spoke to the girls and patted the horses’ necks and muzzles. Now, we need to get back to reality for a moment. While we could look down the hill and see cars going north and south on I-15, there was not a light visible anywhere. Not a ranch house. Nothing. Assuming that the girls did live on a ranch, somewhere in the distance, no sane parents would have allowed them to be out riding around at night in pitch darkness. There are sand dunes, salt flats, buttes, mesas, dropoffs, not to mention coyotes, scorpions, and rattlesnakes, all of which are nocturnal. A horse could trip or fall, break a leg, or throw a rider. So, where did the horses and their riders come from? Several of my party went inside the convenience store to look around. I got a bottle of orange soda and went up to the cash register to pay. The cashier, who appeared to be in his early thirties, was friendly and talkative. He immediately in-

formed me that he had just gotten out of prison. He asked where we were going, and I said, “Vegas.” He said he was anxious to go, as he wanted so see “that new Riviera Hotel.” (The Riviera opened in 1955.) We eventually departed and drove down the hill, somehow arriving back on I-15. All was quiet in the car, as there is nothing to see in the desert at night, and most were resting up before going to a casino. I did start wondering about where we had been, and what we had seen. I doubt that the other four guys even gave it a second thought. The two things that proved to me that we had been there was the tankful of gas, and the bottle of orange soda sitting in my lap. I’m sure that, if we had come back that way, we could never have found that place, but we all flew home. I wonder where we had been, and when were we there?—Donald Taylor Johnson City, TN. A Fateful Day At the beginning of 2008 I purchased a calendar which provided a word and its definition for each day. On January 23 I wondered what kind of a day it would be, for it on a January 23 that my mother passed away. That morning my father developed a nosebleed so severe that his shirt was


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soaked with blood. I called 911 and two EMTs arrived within minutes. They transported my father to a nearby hospital. At the hospital a Stephen Smith young female physician was able to stop the bleeding. Her nameplate read Dr Quash, so I said, “Your name is very appropriate for the situation.” She smiled and replied, “Yes, I quashed the nosebleed.” My father had to rest for a couple of hours before he was allowed to return home. On January 23, 2009, exactly one year later, I turned to the word for the day on a new calendar. I was amazed to see that the word was QUASH. “I can’t believe it!” I exclaimed aloud. But that is only half the story. Later that day, while I was on my way to the public library, an elderly woman called to me asking if I would help her. She was having difficulty walking up the steps leading to her house. I assisted her and we made it to the front door. There she took out her keys, but her hand was shaking so much that she was unable to put the key in the lock. I supported her with one hand, turned the key with the other and opened the door. When we entered the foyer she almost fell over backwards. I helped her to a chair

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in the dining room, which was about 15 feet away. Once she was seated I was better able to assess the situation. I asked a few questions. She told me that she was 88 and lived alone. I called 911, explained what had happened, and gave the woman’s address. Two EMTs arrived a few minutes later. One of them took the woman’s blood pressure while the other one filled out a form. They bundled the woman up and carried her out ina chair. As they were putting her in the ambulance I asked where they were taking her. It was to the same hospital where my father was taken on that day one way earlier. I later learned that the woman was kept in the hospital for a few days then went to live with cousins in another city.—Steve Smith, Brooklyn NY

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UFO Stalks Child, Caught on Video A nine-year old boy told his parents that he had been stalked by an UFO for weeks. However every time he tried to show them, the mysterious object would vanish from site. The parents however didn't believe the boy since they never saw the craft. One day though the boy caught the UFO on video, using his parents’ phone and showed them. The video shows the craft shape shifting then dematerializes. The video was sent to experts who believe it to be the real thing which seems to further corroborate other stories of UFO following children and presumably abduct them. The video was uploaded to YouTube where it was met with a multitude of varying comments. Some believe it is photo shopped or a drone while others believe it is the real thing shifting out of our dimension. After the child had filmed the UFO, the mysterious craft has stopped stalking him.

“The earthling said she was going to turn us into toads if we don’t let her go...what’s a toad?”


Report from the Readers Amazing Godwin From Spirit One of my favorite FATE articles every issue is Mr Godwin’s. I have a suggested question to ask him if you are so inclined. I am fairly certain that, even though I am not a regular church goer, I have benefited from the so-called “power of prayer” on several occasions. Some situations have turned around so dramatically in my favor after intense prayer, that It’s either a heck of a coincidence, or prayer really works. I wonder if you could ask Mr Godwin about that. Related to this, if indeed God does hear our prayers, exactly how does that work? I can’t imagine God sitting around sifting through the millions of prayer requests he probably receives every day. Which brings me to the subject of Guardian Angels. I have been fortunate to have led a fairly exciting life, first as an Army Paratrooper during Vietnam, then as a Fire Captain for twenty-seven years In St Paul, Minnesota. On several occasions, odd little things have happened, mostly to my equipment, causing me to leave burning buildings early, where the structure either collapsed nearly immediately after my exit from fire related structural damage, or exploded from a natural gas leak. I have been lucky

too many times and wonder if possibly a guardian Angel has somehow manipulated the situation on my behalf. So relating back to my original question, maybe besides looking out for us, Guardian Angels sort of act as a conduit for our prayers, and then doing the actual intervention on God's behalf. Well that’s it. I know that’s a mouthful to ask, but maybe Mr Godwin has some interesting answers for us. Thank you.—Paul Munger, St Paul MN David’s response: “God has given His Angels charge of us humans. So, many of the occurrences you (Paul) describe are most certainly angel work. Deceased relatives and friends also help us from the Other Side, as needed and requested. It’s important to learn about the phylum of Angel that oversees your area of activity. Archangel Michael, for instance, is Paul’s key protector.” 98


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Lady “Photo Bombed” by Alien or Ghost? A woman has posted a selfie in which she believes she was “photo bombed” by an alien. Olesya Podkorytov from Russia took a selfie while on a flight and posted it on her social media page. Her friends began to point out the weird figure sitting several seats back which was much larger than the other passengers. The young lady wasn’t sure why she had the desire to take the selfie, but did. After she posted it, a flood of comments and questions began coming on the picture. The figure had a very large head and looked like those “aliens in the movies” she stated. A ray of light can be seen going through its head. An aviation expert commented on the photo saying that pilots and attendants are very superstitious. He went on stating he had never seen anything like it before. Some think that it may not be an alien but a ghost instead, since no visible eyes can be seen. The picture remains a mystery.


Book Reviews

Michael Peter Langevin

Rita’s World: A view from the Non-Physical By Frank DeMarco Published by Rainbow Ridge Books

I will start by saying I am a big fan of Mr. DeMarco He has written ten great books. What he has written and his unique philosophy of spirituality have greatly enhanced and added to the quality of my life. Rita’s World: A view from the Non-Physical might be his best yet. In some ways it is a continuation of his very good book The Sphere and the Hologram: Explanations from the Other Side, based on meta-physical conversations between Frank and his friend Rita Warren. In Rita’s World, Frank’s friend Rita has passed over to the other side and speaks to Frank each morning for over a year, de-

scribing how limited humans understanding of expanded realities are and shares insights and experiences from the other side, to expand and fill out the readers understanding in our material world. This book answers such questions as: What is humanities’ role in the grander scheme of existence? Does each individual have an important reason to exist, and how can we better serve our purpose? The book also explains levels of reincarnation and why our personalities vary so much season to season in a way that was new and refreshing to me. I get the impression that near death experiences, ideas about going to the light and reincarnation are all much more involved than we are usually led to believe. This book caused me to question and reexamine and expand many of my beliefs. I am very excited that a sequel will be released in the fall. It is a great book and I highly recommend it.

Death Walkers: Shamanic Psychopomps, Earthbound Ghosts, and Helping Spirits in the Afterlife Realm By Dr. David Kowalewski Published by IUniverse

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away our power to our fear of death and avoid thinking of it as much as we can. Shamans have been the explorers and messengers of the realms of death throughout history. Dr. Kowalewski is an eloquent and intellectual writer who has done much research in the areas of shamanism and death. I love how he redefines earth-bound ghosts and their decisions for the readers, from the ideas usually presented in this genre. This book forces us to ask the questions: What if we were brave enough to attempt to communicate with our dead loved ones? What might we learn? What power might we reclaim? Psychopomp is a concept I’m personally not very familiar with. However, this book caused me to expand my beliefs of how many choices we each have upon shedding our physical bodies, and how many potential helpers and guides are available to each of us. For me the book seemed to shout, “All of you prepare for death! It can be magical and wonderful if you face it head on and prepare.”

The Super Natural: A New View of the Unexplained By Jeffery J. Kripal and Whitley Strieber Published by Tarcher/Peguin

These two authors have written some very great stuff on their own, but together they are beyond great. This book may even change the way you view reality. What I have always loved about these two authors is that they make connections most people do not make and they see behind the curtains of all the pretending wizards of Oz. Whitley’s life and his ability to vividly remember his experiences and eloquently and vulnerably write about them has set him in a category by himself since his book Communion: A True Story was first released. Jeffery has a way of intelligently dissecting and exploring the undefinable and forbidden in society. Jeffery often


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writes about the grey zone where imagination and the forbidden and the undefinable all meet. In The Super Natural: A New View of the Unexplained, Jeffery J. Kripal and Whitley Strieber have a dialogue in which they explore some possible answers to age old metaphysical questions. But more than that, they generate more wellthought through questions we all should be asking regularly about our day to day reality. FATE Magazine has for over 60 years explored the areas which many people discount or ignore. This book takes on many of these areas bravely, boldly and wonderfully.

The Tracks We Leave: Over 500 Proverbs & Profound Expressions Attributed to North American Indian Tribes By Jack King Published by Jack King, Virginia, 2016

Reviewed by Sofia Karin Axelsson This is one of Jack King’s four books so far. The title is from a Dakhóta proverb. “We will be remembered by the tracks we leave behind.” This book is a collection of proverbs and profound expressions from North American Indian tribes. The author is very careful pointing out that even though they are attributed to a certain tribe does not mean they started there. The book reflects the depth and wisdom of a century-old journey that comes from a brave, urgent human struggle to preserve culture, identity, and way of life. This struggle continues today and will into the future. One of my favorite sayings is “Knowledge is rooted in all things—the world is a library.” Another is “Everything on the earth has a purpose, every disease an herb to cure it, and every person a mission.” The proverbs are tastefully laid out, with short presentations of North America’s Native tribes and oldtime photos in between. The sayings in this book are attributed to 57 North American tribes. This book is something as unusal as the combination between a quick-inspiration-of the-day read and a knowledgeable, respectful and empowering book for readers of any culture. We are reminded that: “We are all related.” Jack King spent a great deal of time and effort researching this book and it shines through with a radiance of almost lost knowledge.


Art and Spirituality Painting with a Divine Spark Interview with Michael Grosso Ph.D. by Sofia Karin Axelsson

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uman beings are creative animals. Not only in the ordeal of creating functional tools or inventions enhancing our chance of survival, but parallel in our ancient history we find creations of beauty, mystery and worship. From seashell necklaces and tattoos to enhance our appearance, to cave paintings for communicating with the mystical realms, we seem to have an inherent need to express ourselves. Art has been used to express and communicate with the divine within different spiritual and religious traditions. From the symbolic representations of the cosmos in East Indian mandalas to iconic paintings within Catholic Christianity, human beings use art to go beyond our ordinary way of viewing reality. Outside of religious settings, artists have used the creative expression of painting to show a magical reality, overlapping the real world with an imagined world of mystical energies. From

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the surrealistic paintings of Salvador Dali to the visionary paintings of William Blake, many artists seem to make the soul perceptible, while our scientific, materialist culture only train us with the eyes of outer perception. Today the artist’s eye is more important than ever. Our capacity for imagining is being thwarted by television programs and video games that encourage us to tune out of life and become passive consumers rather than active imaginers. Our imaginations are constrained and narrowed by the limiting ideas and contexts in which we live. Art can encourage the development of our inner sight: The eye of contemplation; the eye of the soul. But how do we get there? Can anybody create with a divine spark? I talked to Michael Grosso. He has written several books on the paranormal such as Experience the Next World Now, and Soulmaking: Uncommon Paths to Self-

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Understanding. His latest book, The Man Who Could Fly: St. Joseph of Copertino and the Mystery of Levitation, stretches the mind by providing a mind bulging set of testimonials and evidence that there really may be a human capacity to levitate. As a philosopher interested in the metaphysical and the grander human capacity, Michael is trained to explore the human condition. He also happens to be a talented and dedicated painter, whose art expresses imagery that leads the mind towards dreams, the mystical and the divine. Who better to ask why imagery and painting seem so attractive to us in the search for a mystical dimension, and if it’s a path open to us all. Question: As a philosopher and an author of many books, you often touch on the big human questions using words in an exact and academic manner. By contrast, your paintings seem full of symbolic, mystical imagery. Is it easier to express a spiritual, or mystical reality, when you paint, rather than work with words? Michael Grosso: As far as using words or images in the creation of art, I would say that the challenges and difficulties are equal. Working with images, however, is the more primordial. Cave and aboriginal art are older than writing. I was drawing pictures before I learned how to write. I just picked up a pencil and began to draw things. Drawing is a gesture, more body than mind, which Jackson Pollock raised to high art. It’s hard to talk about the spir-

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itual or mystical side of art. The starting point of art is the aesthetic, difficult to define, but bound to the senses and the earth. It’s fascinating to study where artist colors come from, as, for example, ultramarine blue from lapis lazuli. Though earthy, certain visual images can lift us into spiritual or mystical realms. It’s not easy to say how this comes about and there is no formula that guarantees success. Q: Does painting make you more open to a spiritual or mystical realm? MG: Painting provides me with a distinct, albeit complex pleasure that is like no other, except perhaps the more refined pleasures of the erotic. This pleasure may be described as spiritual or mystical, to the extent I lose myself in it. On the other hand, aesthetic pleasure involves working with matter: a tube of vermilion paint, a filbert brush, the weave of the canvas, even the odors of turpentine and linseed oil. As far as my experience goes, the core of this distinct pleasure involves the process of forming a new world out of these disparate materials. The process can founder and it can feel like shipwreck, but eventually the painting comes together. And that is the climax of the spiritual pleasure. That’s the best way I can describe it, the sense of it all coming together. Q: Carl Jung believed that images are expressions of our authentic selves. How does your authentic self-appear to you when you look at your paintings? MG: I understand authenticity as


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being yourself and it’s true that certain dreams or recurrent ideas may be signaling us to realize our authentic selves. I find that when I neglect my art work I sometimes dream of paintings. I meet my inner dream artist who prods me to get back to actual painting. My authentic self is on display in several strains of motif and imagery in my work, faces of the feminine, landscapes of the mind, works derived from the imagery of mediumship. Authenticity for me involves honoring and coming to deal with my obsessions. Q: Your paintings partially appear to me as a colorful dream world. Are your dreams connected to how you paint? MG: In many ways! In a real sense, the method I use in painting is a method designed to materialize a dream. I believe our conscious minds are immersed in a greater dream universe, so that as we walk about in our busy daylight world our dream adventures continue in their own space. Much of art, religion and even philosophy is a kind of fumbling dialogue with that subliminal world. I rely on chance, feeling and intuition to start a painting without knowing the end or point of the work but finding it as I paint without fear of failure. Picasso said a painting is the sum of its destructions. So you move ahead: try this and wipe that out; this I like, that I annihilate; a yea, a nay, again and again. Work is a dance of destruction and resurrection, then at some point the dream comes into focus. For a

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moment, a pause; it looks good—let it be. Q: Some say that creating art is a way to cultivate our relationship to mystery. Do you agree, and if so, what does this mean to you personally? MG: Many artists struggle to evolve a signature opus, and then repeat themselves ad nauseam. I don’t consider that art. I consider it repetition compulsion in service to self-promotion. Every attempt to produce an artwork should be poised to explore a mystery. I knew a sad artist who said he was never surprised by anything he did. His studio was full of versions of the same painting. Mystery? Dead as a doornail. If that were true of me, I would feel no incentive to paint. To induce a feeling of strangeness, sometimes I paint over a painting I no longer care for. But I use some of the old to mix with the new in ways that produce unexpected effects. Q: What do you want others to experience when they see your paintings? MG: Everyone takes what they can from an experience. The diversity of responses is infinite. Most people are not very perceptive about art. It takes practice. Very, very few have an evolved aesthetic sense. The contemplative sensibility is not easy to come by in a culture constantly bombarded and hypnotized by limitless tidbits of information flying at you from all directions. Corporate capitalism is designed to convert us into endless consumers, a form of consciousness inimical to aesthetic enjoyment and ru-


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inous of spiritual life. Children, people who work with their hands, people with cognitive disabilities and the psychotic are more apt to see the value of art than your average accountant or academic. Q: If someone wants to use art as a spiritual practice, but doesn’t know how to go about it, do you have any advice? MG: Yes, I do. Learn to enjoy using all your senses. I’ve had a glass of water with a branch of red berries and green leaves on my windowsill that I got from my backyard. It’s been there since the summer. I like to look at it in the morning sunlight. The red berries have lost their luster. Some of the green leaves have turned pale ocher and fallen. An aging, slowly dying plant is beautiful to contemplate. I would also suggest this. You might try to learn to talk to your unconscious as if your best friend was listening. Above all, drop all your narcissistic fears and self-doubt. Assume an attitude of playfulness. Surround yourself with paper, pencils, pens, colors. Allow hand and eye to cultivate a loving friendship. Try doing things with words or indulge in a little bit of semi-automatic writing or drawing. Find a cor-

ner of the universe you can retreat to. Leave everybody behind for a while and dump your smart phone. Acknowledge the absurd paradox of your existence. Try nursing the divine spark within for a while and see what happens. A little courage and indifference to the opinions of others is always a help. Michael Grosso, Ph.D, is an independent scholar, associated with an ongoing Seminar at Esalen on the role of mind in the cosmos. He has taught humanities and philosophy at Marymount Manhattan College, City University of New York, and New Jersey City University. He is on the Board of Directors of the American Philosophical Practitioner’s Association. consciousnessunbound.blogspot.com Sofia Karin Axelsson, MA. Her books published in Sweden are about Old Nordic spirituality and she written articles for spiritual magazines. She runs LangevinAxelsson Marketing.Contact: sofiakarinaxelsson@gmail.com facebook.com/sofia.axelsson.9

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