Ball lightning is a well known, but unexplained phenomenon that occurs everywhere, usually prior to or during a thunderstorm. I have had four encounters with ball lightning and each time I had witnesses with me. These are my big four encounters that happened directly to me and the final story is an observation of ball lightning I had from a distance. I have heard stories about this my whole life and it said that it is extremely rare to ever experience ball lightning; let alone I had four direct encounters and saw another from a distance. (I have added two more experiences with lightning strikes which occurred recently. Not Ball Lightning, but Lightning Bolts.)
Summer 1992: Just prior to a major evening thunderstorm I was in the kitchen of my parents house. I placed a mug of water in the microwave to heat up. After I took my cup out of the microwave; I saw a mild flash outside in the yard. A second after the small flash, I was standing in front of the sink when I noticed a glow down the drain pipe. Within a second later, a white-yellowish ball of lightning about the size of a tennis ball came out of the drain pipe of the sink and instantly burst. The entire kitchen lit up and at the same time a massive thunder boom was at the exact time the ball exploded. I got blown back into the wall and my coffee mug on the counter exploded. My father and mother were in the next room and came rushing in. They said they saw the enormous flash and heard the massive boom come from the kitchen. Fortunately, I was not hurt at all; except, my ears were ringing and I could barely hear for a few hours.
Summer 1996: I was playing golf with three friends. Dark clouds were building, but no storm yet, so we were rushing to finish the hole and leave. I was off on the edge of the fairway near a line of tall pine trees. Out of nowhere a glowing, yellowish lightning ball about the size of a golf ball (pardon the pun) appeared next to a tree about 20 ft from me. Within a second it exploded and the thunder boom was exactly at the same time. I felt a static feeling over my entire body and the hair on my arms and legs was standing up. My friends were scattered about 100 ft from me and two of them witnessed it. The described exactly what I saw and we all agreed that it formed and exploded so fast that we had no time to move or even drop to the ground.
Summer 2002: I was in my home office and my wife was in the other room. The office door was open and my wife could see into the room that I was working in. A bad thunderstorm had just started and my wife literally told me that I should turn the computer off. I thought nothing of it and continued working on the computer. About two or three minutes later, I saw a faint flash outside the window about 50 ft away. Within a brief second a whitish-yellow lightning ball about the size of a marble quickly came through the edge of the window sill. It was moving extremely fast and struck the power strip which the computer and other devices were plugged into. There was a quick flash and a thunder boom at the exact second just outside of the window. My wife came running in and said she saw the flash come from the room and asked if I was ok. I was perfectly fine, but kind of stunned. It burned out my printer, DVD player and monitor.
Fall 2006: I had just purchased a new truck and I had gone off roading with my friend Ed. We were in a wildlife refuge near the Outer Banks, NC. A bad thunderstorm developed rather quick so we decided to just hunker down parked on a dirt road not near any trees, but in the open. The rain was extremely heavy, but ended rather quick. We were just relaxing as the rain stopped and were about to get back to ripping up some mud trails. Suddenly, a yellowish lightning ball about the size of a baseball appeared floating slowly downwards towards the ground about 10 ft in front of my truck (in true time this probably was about 2 seconds). As it got near the ground it just exploded in a blinding flash with an instant loud boom. We both looked at each other and basically used a lot of "choice" words in excitement of what we just saw. There was no effect on my truck as it was still running fine.
Summer 2010: This was a distant observation of a lightning ball I had with a co-worker. I was at work, working on a private estate out in the rural countryside. We were working outside all day until a typical, late afternoon thunderstorm developed. We took cover in the house and were watching the field and forest from the kitchen windows. My friend and I were both watching the trees bend in the wind; but, it was not raining yet. As always within a brief second we both saw a yellowish-orange lightning ball that was rather huge form by the edge of the forest roughly 150 yards away. It floated long enough that my friend said, "Holy shit do you see that?" then instantly it flashed and exploded. A massive thunder boom followed just after. The tree is exploded next was damaged. The bark was blown off and the bark around the bald spots left was burnt black. The tree never died and exists today. We shared this story with plenty of people and if they were at the estate we showed them the tree.
March 2016: I bought a Victorian era, large "Green Man" iron knocker at an antique shop. I had in mind a perfect location on a 200+ year old white oak tree directly behind my house. After mounting it on the great tree, two days later, a massive (out of season) thunderstorm rolled through late at night. I was sitting in my living room with clear view of my patio deck and the tree, when a bright lightning bolt struck directly there. My power flashed off for a few seconds. I ran out to check and noticed no fire or obvious damage. A few days later while out on my deck I noticed a bare strip of no bark starting at the green man knocker and twisting straight up the tree beyond sight. The knocker had blackened spots on the edges where prior it was faded green. I assume that the heavens noticed my new offering of respect to nature and gave it the ultimate blessing.
July 2016: When buying a new house that has some age to it, it always comes with surprise repairs. My first major repair was the need of a new well. My new well was drilled, wired, plumbed and finished in early July. The first week after the install a pounding thunderstorm in the early morning hours came rolling through. I awoke to the sound of thunder and lightning getting closer and closer. Suddenly and massive flash and boom lit the whole house up. I could tell it was very close and I ran out to check the tree (with the green man iron knocker on it) to see if it was struck again, but it looked all good. After the storm passed I went back to bed only to woken by an odd faint scent of burning rubber an hour or so later. I walked the whole house and found nothing. Before going back to bed I heard a fizzing sound from the basement. I went down to find the well pump electrical box pouring black smoke out. I tripped the fuse box and it quickly burned out. Upon calling my well installer the next day, he came to repair it and confirmed that my new well was struck by a lightning bolt. He said that it is extremely rare and he has only only seen it once in 35 years. I told my past experiences with lightning and he laughed and agreed that this was yet another strike within feet of me to add to my stories.
Oddly, by writing this series of encounters with ball lightning, I have realized that I have an occurrence just about every four years. Luckily I have not been hurt yet. My many friends and family members that have had these experiences with me always joke me about it when a bad thunderstorm is approaching. I would just figure everyone would want to experience it with me at least once (kidding of course).
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Friend Breaks Ritual Location Rule (2007 Part 2)
In a previous post I told about a good friend that I took on a personal Pan ritual with me. My top rule for him was that he never return to this sacred location without me (unless just hiking past), never attempt a ritual here, never bring anyone here and reveal its purpose or powers and never hangout or party here. This writing is about how he broke those major rules just one month later and I caught him there via a powerful possession (aspecting) by Pan on me.
Chuck very much enjoyed and learned a great deal about the power of Pan during a ritual I allowed him to join me in. He swore to follow the rules which I disclosed to him. I warned him that if these rules were broken he could face serious mental, physical or spiritual harm, not from me, but from the powers that be at that sacred site. He broke all of these rules just one month after he joined me in a ritual there.
In July of 2007, I was out with an old friend having dinner. As dinner was ending I started to get an overwhelming feeling to leave. So after a few minutes those powerful feelings took over and I told my friend I had to get going. It was around 10pm when I was driving home and I felt a very familiar presence, Pan. I felt and heard Pan's voice in my head telling me to go to the ritual location which I took Chuck to. He was telling me that he was very angry at Chuck. Instantly, I just knew that Chuck was at the sacred site with someone.
When I pulled up to the location that I park at, I saw Chuck's car parked there. As soon as I got out of my vehicle I was instantly slammed with Pan aspecting (possessing) my body. My body was now his vessel. I remember walking up to the edge of the forest and everything then begins to fade from memory. Next thing I remember I was standing beside a large tree close to Chuck. He was drinking, smoking, eating food and playing a guitar with his girlfriend directly in the center of my sacred ritual spot. He had a few candles burning and incense. They were laughing and speaking very loudly. Next she stood up and started throwing rocks from the site across the river at the rock shelter. Now I went blank again and can only tell what Chuck and his girlfriend later told me a few days later.
In Chuck's words (not mine): "We had had a few beers and were smoking pot earlier in the night and I (Chuck) stupidly decided to take my girlfriend down to the ritual spot to show off. I was calling out to Pan and was telling Pan that we were there to celebrate for him. We (he and his girlfriend) were there about an hour; hanging out, drinking, smoking some pot, eating fast food, playing the guitar and talking. Trish stood up and was throwing rocks across the river; when she turned around she saw you standing out in the open, next to a tree about 20 ft away. She completely froze scared and I (Chuck) looked up and noticed you standing there."
"I was completely frightened by you and your appearance. You (me, the author of the blog) were wearing no shirt and no shoes, just shorts. Your face was reddish-brown and your eyes were glowing red, literally glowing brightly. Your hair was all messed up and fading in and out we both noticed you appeared to have short horns poking out of your hair. The tops of your hands and forearms had faint but obvious dark, shaggy hair (which I have no hair on my arms normally). Your chest was very dirty and dark brown. Your feet were covered with faint, yet obvious, dark shaggy hair. Your legs matched your chest, brown and dirty."
"As we stood frozen and scared as hell, you just stared at us with your head tilted slightly down with a very angry face. You were in a square standing stance with your fingers doing a rolling like, claw movement. Then you spoke up in a voice that was very deep and not your normal voice. You (me the author of the blog) told us to get out, now, leave and you pointed towards the trail out. We quickly gathered our stuff and started apologizing. You started saying over and over in that deep voice, that we disrespected Pan. As we were rushing up the trail we could hear you moving next to us in the dense brush and trees. We could not understand how you were gliding through the brush and thorns with ease and it made us more nervous. You followed us all the way to the edge of the forest. When we exited the forest you told us to never return and at that point we started running to our car."
Suddenly, I snapped out of the possession and found myself crouched down in a dense briar of bushes, shrubs and green briar. I saw Chuck's car pulling off. I was exhausted and felt like I ran a marathon. I sat down there and relaxed for about ten minutes trying to recall what happened after I blanked out. I could only remember a few flashes of what happened. I could not find my shirt and shoes. The oddest thing which occurred next is I found my keys sitting next to my truck on the ground. I may have just dropped them there, but who knows. That evening I did not return to the ritual spot, I felt it was best to leave it be for the evening.
The following day I returned to the ritual location in the afternoon. It was clean and clear; there was no sign that anything even happened. I felt it best to not talk to Chuck for a few days and let him approach me first. He needed to do some explaining and apologizing. After a few days, Chuck did indeed call me and asked if we could meet for lunch. We met for lunch and he did apologize and at that time he explained everything that occurred (which is what I wrote above, his words, his story). A week or so later his girlfriend also correlated perfectly, exactly what he said. They both said that I was definitely taken over by Pan and even took on a different appearance that was a mixture between Pan and me. They mentioned how I seemed to float almost through the brush and dense green briar up the steep slope. Lastly, I did warn Chuck that he needs to make a mends (offering) to Pan or he may face serious side effects, as I mentioned earlier in this blog. I told him exactly what to do and where to do it and to let me know when he does the offering and prayer.
Sadly, Chuck never did make the offering and prayer. A month or so after this, Chuck was injured very bad in a freak accident while hiking which had him in bed for 2 months recovering. His girlfriend broke up with him just prior to his injury; then she lost her job and her car was stolen (he lost contact with her after this so not sure if any other bad luck affected her). Chuck within that same year; lost his job, his car was stolen, he got arrested for something which he would not discuss and had to drop out of college because of all these negative impacts on him. Not to say any of these bad occurrences were a result of his insult to Pan, but he surely had the best of luck and life prior to this string of negative things. I lost touch with Chuck about 3 years ago as he moved off to Florida, but he sure loved telling this story to everyone ever since it happened. He now is a believer and knows for fact that Pan is real, sacred spots are real and should be respected, and never to mess around with powerful forces after being warned.
Chuck very much enjoyed and learned a great deal about the power of Pan during a ritual I allowed him to join me in. He swore to follow the rules which I disclosed to him. I warned him that if these rules were broken he could face serious mental, physical or spiritual harm, not from me, but from the powers that be at that sacred site. He broke all of these rules just one month after he joined me in a ritual there.
In July of 2007, I was out with an old friend having dinner. As dinner was ending I started to get an overwhelming feeling to leave. So after a few minutes those powerful feelings took over and I told my friend I had to get going. It was around 10pm when I was driving home and I felt a very familiar presence, Pan. I felt and heard Pan's voice in my head telling me to go to the ritual location which I took Chuck to. He was telling me that he was very angry at Chuck. Instantly, I just knew that Chuck was at the sacred site with someone.
When I pulled up to the location that I park at, I saw Chuck's car parked there. As soon as I got out of my vehicle I was instantly slammed with Pan aspecting (possessing) my body. My body was now his vessel. I remember walking up to the edge of the forest and everything then begins to fade from memory. Next thing I remember I was standing beside a large tree close to Chuck. He was drinking, smoking, eating food and playing a guitar with his girlfriend directly in the center of my sacred ritual spot. He had a few candles burning and incense. They were laughing and speaking very loudly. Next she stood up and started throwing rocks from the site across the river at the rock shelter. Now I went blank again and can only tell what Chuck and his girlfriend later told me a few days later.
In Chuck's words (not mine): "We had had a few beers and were smoking pot earlier in the night and I (Chuck) stupidly decided to take my girlfriend down to the ritual spot to show off. I was calling out to Pan and was telling Pan that we were there to celebrate for him. We (he and his girlfriend) were there about an hour; hanging out, drinking, smoking some pot, eating fast food, playing the guitar and talking. Trish stood up and was throwing rocks across the river; when she turned around she saw you standing out in the open, next to a tree about 20 ft away. She completely froze scared and I (Chuck) looked up and noticed you standing there."
"I was completely frightened by you and your appearance. You (me, the author of the blog) were wearing no shirt and no shoes, just shorts. Your face was reddish-brown and your eyes were glowing red, literally glowing brightly. Your hair was all messed up and fading in and out we both noticed you appeared to have short horns poking out of your hair. The tops of your hands and forearms had faint but obvious dark, shaggy hair (which I have no hair on my arms normally). Your chest was very dirty and dark brown. Your feet were covered with faint, yet obvious, dark shaggy hair. Your legs matched your chest, brown and dirty."
"As we stood frozen and scared as hell, you just stared at us with your head tilted slightly down with a very angry face. You were in a square standing stance with your fingers doing a rolling like, claw movement. Then you spoke up in a voice that was very deep and not your normal voice. You (me the author of the blog) told us to get out, now, leave and you pointed towards the trail out. We quickly gathered our stuff and started apologizing. You started saying over and over in that deep voice, that we disrespected Pan. As we were rushing up the trail we could hear you moving next to us in the dense brush and trees. We could not understand how you were gliding through the brush and thorns with ease and it made us more nervous. You followed us all the way to the edge of the forest. When we exited the forest you told us to never return and at that point we started running to our car."
Suddenly, I snapped out of the possession and found myself crouched down in a dense briar of bushes, shrubs and green briar. I saw Chuck's car pulling off. I was exhausted and felt like I ran a marathon. I sat down there and relaxed for about ten minutes trying to recall what happened after I blanked out. I could only remember a few flashes of what happened. I could not find my shirt and shoes. The oddest thing which occurred next is I found my keys sitting next to my truck on the ground. I may have just dropped them there, but who knows. That evening I did not return to the ritual spot, I felt it was best to leave it be for the evening.
The following day I returned to the ritual location in the afternoon. It was clean and clear; there was no sign that anything even happened. I felt it best to not talk to Chuck for a few days and let him approach me first. He needed to do some explaining and apologizing. After a few days, Chuck did indeed call me and asked if we could meet for lunch. We met for lunch and he did apologize and at that time he explained everything that occurred (which is what I wrote above, his words, his story). A week or so later his girlfriend also correlated perfectly, exactly what he said. They both said that I was definitely taken over by Pan and even took on a different appearance that was a mixture between Pan and me. They mentioned how I seemed to float almost through the brush and dense green briar up the steep slope. Lastly, I did warn Chuck that he needs to make a mends (offering) to Pan or he may face serious side effects, as I mentioned earlier in this blog. I told him exactly what to do and where to do it and to let me know when he does the offering and prayer.
Sadly, Chuck never did make the offering and prayer. A month or so after this, Chuck was injured very bad in a freak accident while hiking which had him in bed for 2 months recovering. His girlfriend broke up with him just prior to his injury; then she lost her job and her car was stolen (he lost contact with her after this so not sure if any other bad luck affected her). Chuck within that same year; lost his job, his car was stolen, he got arrested for something which he would not discuss and had to drop out of college because of all these negative impacts on him. Not to say any of these bad occurrences were a result of his insult to Pan, but he surely had the best of luck and life prior to this string of negative things. I lost touch with Chuck about 3 years ago as he moved off to Florida, but he sure loved telling this story to everyone ever since it happened. He now is a believer and knows for fact that Pan is real, sacred spots are real and should be respected, and never to mess around with powerful forces after being warned.
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
A Ritual for Pan with a Friend (2007 Part 1)
Pan "The Great Horned God, King of Mount Arcadia, Hoofed Lord of Forest" has been my patron deity and oneness since my teens when it was finally revealed that he had chosen me and I had found him. My life aligned with him has been full of challenges both with great reward and some with hard lessons. Much like Pan's life as a god, my life has mirrored his stories, legends and behaviors; yet of course, in this physical realm of humans. I have seen Pan in actual physical manifestations, meta-physical forms, dream forms, meditational forms; and I have felt his presence in energy forms, spiritual presence, physical world unseen but knowing he is there and in alternative planes of existence. This story is one which has been shared many times by a friend of mine and by me; now everyone whom knows me, knows of this true story. I offer it to all whom doubt that Pan (or gods) are not real and never appear physically on this plane. This story has a very credible witness that wanted to "see" Pan and asked me over and over for months to take him with me to a personal ritual. I gave him what he wished.
Chuck was a nice guy in his early twenties. He was a few years into the "new age" scene searching for anything non-traditional, alternative and off the mainstream grid. (I knew and know many people in the "new age" trend, but I never considered myself even to this day a "new age" person. My way of life is natural to me and the only one I want and choose. I live Pan, do true rituals, really work in nature, and actually see and align myself with nature spirits. This life comes natural to me and was not picked out of books like many people do. I don't dislike new ager's, but they do annoy me often with "whats the hot trend today, alternative religion" and follow it aimlessly with no real dedication or intent.) So back to Chuck. He became a rather good friend in 2006. He unlike many other new ager's was college educated, smart, level headed, wise, driven to succeed and well rounded. His main agenda was to learn and experiment so he could become even wiser and gain more knowledge. I was always quite like him with regards to always wanting to learn, experience different things and live life to its fullest. Hence, we became friends.
Chuck right away started listening to my speeches and about my classes I taught on nature, gods, nature spirits, naturalism, shamanism and aspecting; he was deeply intrigued. I always see students or not close friends that seek my knowledge or insight as just that (acquaintance level information only); I would give no special attention or really deep inside information. I still to this day feel that deep, powerful information, wisdom, rituals and knowledge should never be taught or released to anyone; unless, they are the closest and most trusted of friends seeking information. Chuck moved quickly into this realm with me. I trusted him and liked what he was seeking to learn.
Chuck about 2 years after knowing him started asking me all the time if he could go with me to actually see or feel Pan for real (he sought this because I have openly spoken about many of my encounters with Pan). I share my many of my personal experiences with real life one on one physical, non-physical and multi-dimensional encounters with Pan and other things; because I want people to know this is very real. After putting Chuck off for a few months I gave him an ultimatum: If he is truly interested with full intent; I would give him a one day prior notice that he could join me in a personal ritual. He had only one shot and if he said no he would never be asked to join me again. (This is a technique I have always used to weed out the true, full intent people that have reached the trust level with me that want to join me in a ritual and it works brilliantly. Also, I would never ask someone to join me if I knew they were working or had prior obligations the next day, that would just be rude and very egotistical of me.) The day came when I felt it would be the perfect evening for a ritual with Chuck joining me. It was the week after the first day of summer. I called Chuck and he excitedly agreed.
I picked up Chuck just prior to midnight and we headed off to one of my favorite spots. (Over the years I have sought out excellent spots for meditation, ritual, celebrating with nature spirits (faeries and such) and places to make offerings. When I do find a great spot it is usually because I get a deep feeling and sensitivity to something particular to that spot. I have some spots strictly for working with Pan, because there is a powerful presence of Pan at that spot.) This spot I was taking Chuck to was one of my strongest ritual locations. I felt is was the perfect place for him to get very close with Pan.
As we were walking down through the forest to the ritual location I told Chuck that this place is 100% secret and has become very powerful and sacred over the years of my rituals and offerings there. Also I gave him some rules, with the most important rule being, to Never return to this spot without me. If Chuck were to return here to just walk through that is fine, but he could never bring anyone here or to attempt a ritual here or to "party" and "hangout" here. If any of these warnings I gave him were broken, it could effect him in a seriously, negative way. (Sacred locations with directed ritual and offerings to one particular deity empowers a place to extremes over the years. Anyone disrupting, interfering, disrespecting or altering these locations can be hurt mentally, physically, spiritually or even cursed by the energy there, protective barriers setup, nature spirits or possibly by the deity which is worshiped there.)
The ritual went very well and at the proper time when I felt Pan's presence strongly observing us, I asked Pan if he was willing to come forth physically. Shortly afterwards a very faint fog enclosed the entire area around us getting slightly denser over a few minutes. (The majority of the times when I have encountered Pan in physical form, a light, misty fog preceded his coming. Sometimes you can hear him walking around you at a distance, sometimes you get a fleeting glimpse, sometimes you hear his voice speaking to you and rarely, but it happens, you see a full body physical appearance walking through the misty fog or staring at you.) I told Chuck at this point he was approaching and to be silent, don't move and only allow me to speak. I called to Pan and praised him; "io, io Pan is here". We next heard hoof clops slowly walking on the rock floor under a natural old rock shelter that was across the shallow river from us. (Quickly, this ritual area is located on the banks of an old, meandering, small river under a 300 year old sycamore tree. On the opposite side of the river is a large, ancient rock shelter the floor of the rock shelter is solid flat rock. The entire site is in a forest lined valley full of 300 plus year old trees and dense brush. It is a difficult site to get to with only one path in and out.)
As Pan walked slowly across the river from us, I knew he was cautiously observing the situation and why Chuck was with me. Chuck nervously grabbed my arm and quietly said, "holy shit this is real, like really real, I am nervous as hell". I told him to relax and don't move. As I continued to praise Pan we heard him wading in the river 50 feet or so north of us. He walked up the bank about 40 ft away from us and he was slowly moving through the dense brush with ease. He was more circling us then coming directly towards us. I looked at Chuck and he was frozen still and obviously in deep fear. (Deep fear is a very real thing with Pan; after all, Pan is the bringer of fear. The root of the word panic comes from Pan. I myself, my first few times encountering Pan suffered deep panic and piercing fear and I could not move.) After a minute or so, Pan had almost completely circled us coming in closer and closer.
Pan came to a stop roughly 20 feet away behind some dense bushes, tall grasses and shrubs. There was still a light misty fog which seemed now flow in all directions and beginning to dissipate. As the fog got very thin, we saw Pan standing partially exposed physically manifested behind the shrubs and bushes. The right side of his upper body and full head was exposed but shrouded in the darkness of the night. His hand was hanging by his side swinging mildly. His face was rather blank, with his eyes scrunched as if he was pondering curiously at us. His horns were fully exposed, this time his horns were of the curled ram type and not large but equally proportioned to his head. He had the typical wild, hairy beard. His chest was bear and physically average in build. He suddenly began to quickly fade out of vision and within a few seconds he had disappeared. (The whole visual observation of Pan standing there was about 20 seconds.)
I peered over to Chuck who was directly facing the same direction as me and he witnessed the whole thing. He was shaking and frozen still with a blank stare on his face with his eyes wide open. I shook him lightly and he kept saying he was really scared. I told to relax and wait. I started praising and speaking out to Pan again. We could still feel his presence. In a mild light faint-like voice we heard from what seemed to be above us and around us, "I am honored." Everything after this quickly lifted and the ritual was over.
On our walk back to the vehicle Chuck was excited and overwhelmed with everything that happened. He kept saying that he could not believe what happened. He must have said twenty times to me that everything I have said and taught was absolutely true and very real. I was happy that yet another person saw Pan with me while in ritual.
Chuck was a nice guy in his early twenties. He was a few years into the "new age" scene searching for anything non-traditional, alternative and off the mainstream grid. (I knew and know many people in the "new age" trend, but I never considered myself even to this day a "new age" person. My way of life is natural to me and the only one I want and choose. I live Pan, do true rituals, really work in nature, and actually see and align myself with nature spirits. This life comes natural to me and was not picked out of books like many people do. I don't dislike new ager's, but they do annoy me often with "whats the hot trend today, alternative religion" and follow it aimlessly with no real dedication or intent.) So back to Chuck. He became a rather good friend in 2006. He unlike many other new ager's was college educated, smart, level headed, wise, driven to succeed and well rounded. His main agenda was to learn and experiment so he could become even wiser and gain more knowledge. I was always quite like him with regards to always wanting to learn, experience different things and live life to its fullest. Hence, we became friends.
Chuck right away started listening to my speeches and about my classes I taught on nature, gods, nature spirits, naturalism, shamanism and aspecting; he was deeply intrigued. I always see students or not close friends that seek my knowledge or insight as just that (acquaintance level information only); I would give no special attention or really deep inside information. I still to this day feel that deep, powerful information, wisdom, rituals and knowledge should never be taught or released to anyone; unless, they are the closest and most trusted of friends seeking information. Chuck moved quickly into this realm with me. I trusted him and liked what he was seeking to learn.
Chuck about 2 years after knowing him started asking me all the time if he could go with me to actually see or feel Pan for real (he sought this because I have openly spoken about many of my encounters with Pan). I share my many of my personal experiences with real life one on one physical, non-physical and multi-dimensional encounters with Pan and other things; because I want people to know this is very real. After putting Chuck off for a few months I gave him an ultimatum: If he is truly interested with full intent; I would give him a one day prior notice that he could join me in a personal ritual. He had only one shot and if he said no he would never be asked to join me again. (This is a technique I have always used to weed out the true, full intent people that have reached the trust level with me that want to join me in a ritual and it works brilliantly. Also, I would never ask someone to join me if I knew they were working or had prior obligations the next day, that would just be rude and very egotistical of me.) The day came when I felt it would be the perfect evening for a ritual with Chuck joining me. It was the week after the first day of summer. I called Chuck and he excitedly agreed.
I picked up Chuck just prior to midnight and we headed off to one of my favorite spots. (Over the years I have sought out excellent spots for meditation, ritual, celebrating with nature spirits (faeries and such) and places to make offerings. When I do find a great spot it is usually because I get a deep feeling and sensitivity to something particular to that spot. I have some spots strictly for working with Pan, because there is a powerful presence of Pan at that spot.) This spot I was taking Chuck to was one of my strongest ritual locations. I felt is was the perfect place for him to get very close with Pan.
As we were walking down through the forest to the ritual location I told Chuck that this place is 100% secret and has become very powerful and sacred over the years of my rituals and offerings there. Also I gave him some rules, with the most important rule being, to Never return to this spot without me. If Chuck were to return here to just walk through that is fine, but he could never bring anyone here or to attempt a ritual here or to "party" and "hangout" here. If any of these warnings I gave him were broken, it could effect him in a seriously, negative way. (Sacred locations with directed ritual and offerings to one particular deity empowers a place to extremes over the years. Anyone disrupting, interfering, disrespecting or altering these locations can be hurt mentally, physically, spiritually or even cursed by the energy there, protective barriers setup, nature spirits or possibly by the deity which is worshiped there.)
The ritual went very well and at the proper time when I felt Pan's presence strongly observing us, I asked Pan if he was willing to come forth physically. Shortly afterwards a very faint fog enclosed the entire area around us getting slightly denser over a few minutes. (The majority of the times when I have encountered Pan in physical form, a light, misty fog preceded his coming. Sometimes you can hear him walking around you at a distance, sometimes you get a fleeting glimpse, sometimes you hear his voice speaking to you and rarely, but it happens, you see a full body physical appearance walking through the misty fog or staring at you.) I told Chuck at this point he was approaching and to be silent, don't move and only allow me to speak. I called to Pan and praised him; "io, io Pan is here". We next heard hoof clops slowly walking on the rock floor under a natural old rock shelter that was across the shallow river from us. (Quickly, this ritual area is located on the banks of an old, meandering, small river under a 300 year old sycamore tree. On the opposite side of the river is a large, ancient rock shelter the floor of the rock shelter is solid flat rock. The entire site is in a forest lined valley full of 300 plus year old trees and dense brush. It is a difficult site to get to with only one path in and out.)
As Pan walked slowly across the river from us, I knew he was cautiously observing the situation and why Chuck was with me. Chuck nervously grabbed my arm and quietly said, "holy shit this is real, like really real, I am nervous as hell". I told him to relax and don't move. As I continued to praise Pan we heard him wading in the river 50 feet or so north of us. He walked up the bank about 40 ft away from us and he was slowly moving through the dense brush with ease. He was more circling us then coming directly towards us. I looked at Chuck and he was frozen still and obviously in deep fear. (Deep fear is a very real thing with Pan; after all, Pan is the bringer of fear. The root of the word panic comes from Pan. I myself, my first few times encountering Pan suffered deep panic and piercing fear and I could not move.) After a minute or so, Pan had almost completely circled us coming in closer and closer.
Pan came to a stop roughly 20 feet away behind some dense bushes, tall grasses and shrubs. There was still a light misty fog which seemed now flow in all directions and beginning to dissipate. As the fog got very thin, we saw Pan standing partially exposed physically manifested behind the shrubs and bushes. The right side of his upper body and full head was exposed but shrouded in the darkness of the night. His hand was hanging by his side swinging mildly. His face was rather blank, with his eyes scrunched as if he was pondering curiously at us. His horns were fully exposed, this time his horns were of the curled ram type and not large but equally proportioned to his head. He had the typical wild, hairy beard. His chest was bear and physically average in build. He suddenly began to quickly fade out of vision and within a few seconds he had disappeared. (The whole visual observation of Pan standing there was about 20 seconds.)
I peered over to Chuck who was directly facing the same direction as me and he witnessed the whole thing. He was shaking and frozen still with a blank stare on his face with his eyes wide open. I shook him lightly and he kept saying he was really scared. I told to relax and wait. I started praising and speaking out to Pan again. We could still feel his presence. In a mild light faint-like voice we heard from what seemed to be above us and around us, "I am honored." Everything after this quickly lifted and the ritual was over.
On our walk back to the vehicle Chuck was excited and overwhelmed with everything that happened. He kept saying that he could not believe what happened. He must have said twenty times to me that everything I have said and taught was absolutely true and very real. I was happy that yet another person saw Pan with me while in ritual.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Chespeake Sea Monster (1960)
This story is one from my father, uncle and my grandfather. In the 1930's through early 1960's my great aunt owned (inherited) a 40 acre beach front estate from her deceased husband's family. My uncle would live there during the summers when he was a kid. Often my father whom was younger would visit for a week or so in the summers. This story was one told me by my father, uncle and now deceased grandfather. It is about an encounter they had repeatedly one summer with a long, thick sea monster.
In the summer of 1959 like every summer before, my uncle (Herman, whom was 16 years old) was living the summer months down at his aunt's (Aunt Mary, my great aunt) bay front beach estate. Herman would work around the estate; painting, repairing things, tending the vegetable gardens, harvesting from the fruit trees, and taking care of the lawn and shrubs. For fun everyday he would fish, boat, hike, swim and just adventure like kids do. This summer was his last summer he would spend down there and he had some great stories to tell about that last summer.
As the summer was coming to an end, Herman's father (my grandfather) and his little brother Ronnie (my father) drove down to spend a few days with Aunt Mary before bringing Herman home for the new school year. Herman was excited when he saw his father and brother Ronnie. He was telling all the great stories of the summer; including, his few encounters with a giant sea creature. The sea monster encounters drew laughter from his father, intrigue from Ronnie and Aunt Mary just shrugged it off and ignored him.
The next day in the early morning Herman and Ronnie were told to go out along the grassy shore line and collect soft shelled crabs for lunch. While they were out they heard loud splashes from out on the the bay. Every time they turned around they saw that the water was calm minus a few large circular wakes where something had made the large splash. Herman told Ronnie that it might be the sea monster again. Herman said it came out only at dawn and dusk all summer. When they took a break and sat on the shoreline they were looking out at the calm water and saw a huge hump come up and at the same time another huge dark hump came up 10-15 ft away. It was moving in an up and down in a snake-like movement. Suddenly they saw a large, fat, dull pointed tail come up and slap down at the water. Then it just disappeared. They rushed back and told Aunt Mary and their father but they just laughed it off and said it was a beaver.
The day before they were going to leave, Aunt Mary wanted to have a big, steamed crab dinner. She asked their father (her brother in-law) to take Herman and Ronnie out on the boat and do some crabbing the next day early. They left before dawn and took the 18 ft wooden boat out on the bay into the darkness. They set up crab traps and headed back in. Just after the sun came up they headed out to check the traps. Half way through checking the traps the got bumped very hard by something large. All three of them were nervous, but continued. Shortly there after they got bumped very hard and the boat tilted hard to the point that the starboard rail almost dipped into the water. Instantly they started the motor and headed to shore. As they were heading in they were struck again. They never saw anything but they all experienced the attack. Their father instructed Herman and Ronnie to not tell their aunt and never mention it.
In the early evening, Aunt Mary had prepared a big feast of the crabs that they did bring in. While out on the grassy shoreline eating, Aunt Mary looked out and noticed that there was still crab traps far out. She asked why they left them? They all agreed they must have forgotten them. She being a very demanding and strict woman told the boys to get in the boat and go get those traps. Nervously Herman and Ronnie got in the boat and went out as dusk was quickly approaching. They started pulling the traps when they got bumped again. Ronnie looked out at the water while Herman quickly pulled up the traps. Suddenly Ronnie yelled that he saw a huge dark hump coming towards them. Within a second they got bumped very hard. They started the motor and sped off too the last two traps. As soon as the last trap was pulled they both saw a few dark humps in a line rolling towards them. As they started moving the were hit very hard again and it almost top-sized the boat. As they got close to shore everything got quiet. Their father helped them at the pier to unload and asked if they were ok. He said that he was watching from the shore and saw exactly what they saw. The next day on their ride home their father said to never talk about this. He felt that people would consider them crazy. They all agreed to never mention it to anyone.
I personally first heard the story from all of them at a summer cookout; at my grandmom and grandfather's house many years later, around 1981-2 (I was around 10-11 years old). At this time, the story came out in an odd, accidental way. My father and uncle returned to the cookout with 2 bushels of crabs and they had caught a huge eel. They were teasing and scaring the girls with the eel. My grandfather spouted out, "Hey, that's your sea monster from Aunt Marys". They all started laughing and everyone asked what they were talking about. So they all sat down and told the story that was long forgotten. At that time they also released that Aunt Mary's boat sank a week after they left. She was very mad and the local boatyard said that the wooden planks were seriously cracked and broken from repeated hard strikes. She blamed the boys and my grandfather secretly bought her a new boat on the promise that she wouldn't tell the family that the "boys" destroyed the boat.
Till this day my father and uncle openly tell that story. They have accepted that what they encountered was real and it truly happened to them. Many stories of bay sea monsters have been told since the 17th century in the Chesapeake Bay. Even Captain John Smith mentioned in his two voyages to explore the bay in 1607 and 1609 that he saw huge sea-like monsters easily as big as his boats. In the mid-1900's the term Chessie was adopted by watermen and those who live on the bay. In recent years in has been found as fact that some rare manatees migrate from Florida all the way up the east coast and into the upper branches of the Chesapeake Bay. Also 8-10 ft bull sharks have been caught well northwards into almost fresh water parts of the bay. Twice since 2000, a 14 & 16 foot mako shark has been caught far above the Bay Bridge in brackish water. Are these possibly "sea monsters" of the stories? Who knows. but they surely don't match the descriptions of multiple humps in a line rolling in synchronicity 15-25 ft. long.
In the summer of 1959 like every summer before, my uncle (Herman, whom was 16 years old) was living the summer months down at his aunt's (Aunt Mary, my great aunt) bay front beach estate. Herman would work around the estate; painting, repairing things, tending the vegetable gardens, harvesting from the fruit trees, and taking care of the lawn and shrubs. For fun everyday he would fish, boat, hike, swim and just adventure like kids do. This summer was his last summer he would spend down there and he had some great stories to tell about that last summer.
As the summer was coming to an end, Herman's father (my grandfather) and his little brother Ronnie (my father) drove down to spend a few days with Aunt Mary before bringing Herman home for the new school year. Herman was excited when he saw his father and brother Ronnie. He was telling all the great stories of the summer; including, his few encounters with a giant sea creature. The sea monster encounters drew laughter from his father, intrigue from Ronnie and Aunt Mary just shrugged it off and ignored him.
The next day in the early morning Herman and Ronnie were told to go out along the grassy shore line and collect soft shelled crabs for lunch. While they were out they heard loud splashes from out on the the bay. Every time they turned around they saw that the water was calm minus a few large circular wakes where something had made the large splash. Herman told Ronnie that it might be the sea monster again. Herman said it came out only at dawn and dusk all summer. When they took a break and sat on the shoreline they were looking out at the calm water and saw a huge hump come up and at the same time another huge dark hump came up 10-15 ft away. It was moving in an up and down in a snake-like movement. Suddenly they saw a large, fat, dull pointed tail come up and slap down at the water. Then it just disappeared. They rushed back and told Aunt Mary and their father but they just laughed it off and said it was a beaver.
The day before they were going to leave, Aunt Mary wanted to have a big, steamed crab dinner. She asked their father (her brother in-law) to take Herman and Ronnie out on the boat and do some crabbing the next day early. They left before dawn and took the 18 ft wooden boat out on the bay into the darkness. They set up crab traps and headed back in. Just after the sun came up they headed out to check the traps. Half way through checking the traps the got bumped very hard by something large. All three of them were nervous, but continued. Shortly there after they got bumped very hard and the boat tilted hard to the point that the starboard rail almost dipped into the water. Instantly they started the motor and headed to shore. As they were heading in they were struck again. They never saw anything but they all experienced the attack. Their father instructed Herman and Ronnie to not tell their aunt and never mention it.
In the early evening, Aunt Mary had prepared a big feast of the crabs that they did bring in. While out on the grassy shoreline eating, Aunt Mary looked out and noticed that there was still crab traps far out. She asked why they left them? They all agreed they must have forgotten them. She being a very demanding and strict woman told the boys to get in the boat and go get those traps. Nervously Herman and Ronnie got in the boat and went out as dusk was quickly approaching. They started pulling the traps when they got bumped again. Ronnie looked out at the water while Herman quickly pulled up the traps. Suddenly Ronnie yelled that he saw a huge dark hump coming towards them. Within a second they got bumped very hard. They started the motor and sped off too the last two traps. As soon as the last trap was pulled they both saw a few dark humps in a line rolling towards them. As they started moving the were hit very hard again and it almost top-sized the boat. As they got close to shore everything got quiet. Their father helped them at the pier to unload and asked if they were ok. He said that he was watching from the shore and saw exactly what they saw. The next day on their ride home their father said to never talk about this. He felt that people would consider them crazy. They all agreed to never mention it to anyone.
I personally first heard the story from all of them at a summer cookout; at my grandmom and grandfather's house many years later, around 1981-2 (I was around 10-11 years old). At this time, the story came out in an odd, accidental way. My father and uncle returned to the cookout with 2 bushels of crabs and they had caught a huge eel. They were teasing and scaring the girls with the eel. My grandfather spouted out, "Hey, that's your sea monster from Aunt Marys". They all started laughing and everyone asked what they were talking about. So they all sat down and told the story that was long forgotten. At that time they also released that Aunt Mary's boat sank a week after they left. She was very mad and the local boatyard said that the wooden planks were seriously cracked and broken from repeated hard strikes. She blamed the boys and my grandfather secretly bought her a new boat on the promise that she wouldn't tell the family that the "boys" destroyed the boat.
Till this day my father and uncle openly tell that story. They have accepted that what they encountered was real and it truly happened to them. Many stories of bay sea monsters have been told since the 17th century in the Chesapeake Bay. Even Captain John Smith mentioned in his two voyages to explore the bay in 1607 and 1609 that he saw huge sea-like monsters easily as big as his boats. In the mid-1900's the term Chessie was adopted by watermen and those who live on the bay. In recent years in has been found as fact that some rare manatees migrate from Florida all the way up the east coast and into the upper branches of the Chesapeake Bay. Also 8-10 ft bull sharks have been caught well northwards into almost fresh water parts of the bay. Twice since 2000, a 14 & 16 foot mako shark has been caught far above the Bay Bridge in brackish water. Are these possibly "sea monsters" of the stories? Who knows. but they surely don't match the descriptions of multiple humps in a line rolling in synchronicity 15-25 ft. long.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Full Moon Faery Celebration (2014)
This story occurred on July 14th, 2014 during one of this summer's "super" full moons. Super full moons are rare, but do occur every few years. The summer of 2014 has 3 super full moons. These moon are 20% larger than standard full moons; which allows them to provide more light, higher energy and stronger tides.
Faeries love to have summertime festivals. These times are periods of great revelry for fae to enjoy the peak time of nature in its fullest bloom. Full moons are high points for them to get together to dance, drink, run amok and show off for the gods of nature. This story is about a faery celebration that woke me from my sleep at 2am, outside of my window, under the oak and willow trees.
I was sleeping wonderfully that evening. I was in a peaceful slumber with neutral, light dreams. Suddenly I heard while sleeping a up and down, bumpy like faint noise (similar to that of taking an old dial radio and dialing through the stations without stopping with the volume on low). Slowly at 2am on the button, I began to awake. With my eyes still shut, yet awake, I was trying to focus in on the sounds. The sounds seemed as though they were coming from outside of my room.
When I fully awoke and opened my eyes I looked around trying to find the source of the mumbling. I peered at my significant other and she was sleeping making no noise at all. I sat up to look at my dog whom was in full sleep mode at the foot of the bed; he was making no noises at all. During this time of peering around the room the noises were still happening. I knew now that it was not coming from anything in my bedroom.
I got out of bed and realized the sounds were slightly louder, and I wanted to find the source. I walked out of my bedroom and the mumbling sounds could no longer be heard. The sounds were in no way coming from my house, they had to be outside of my house, yet near the window. When I returned to my bedroom I walked over to my window (which is very close to a forested area adjoining my house) and noticed it was truly coming from outside in the wooded area.
I opened the window slightly and looked out and saw nothing, but the sounds continued. I remembered it was the super full moon and now realized what the sounds were coming from: a faery summer celebration. I have experienced these first hand many times in life; mostly while camping, at a bonfire party or conducting a summer ritual. I had a very peaceful feeling come over me and I felt really happy, as if all the pressures of the world were lifted from my shoulders.
As opposed to going outside to observe the festival, this time I decided to just listen in. After reaching an almost meditative state, I could start to break down the sounds and hear individuals. There were to my estimate 20-25 faeries that were actively singing, talking, cheering and humming along. Some had deeper pitched voices and some had almost childlike high pitched voices. The deeper voiced ones seemed to be yapping away the loudest. The higher pitch voices seemed to sing and hum along. Most of the middle pitched voices seemed to do all of the above. Of course I would be asked, "Did I understand them?" That answer would sadly be, no. Fae speak many languages which are long forgotten by mankind. However, in Celtic legends, many words in ancient Celt came from the Fae languages. Listening to faery revelry is equivalent to listening to a loud crowd at a huge sporting event... its all mumble and tones.
After about 30 minutes I began to get really tired and decided to head back to bed. Oddly my dog and girl both did not awake ever; which is odd for my dog as he seems to awake at ths lightest of noises. I guess I was in-tune to the festival and the fae in general as I always have been. This time I let them party without me. In the morning when I got up I went out to the trees by my window and as always saw no track, trails or signs that anything had happened, but I am sure it was a great party.
Faeries love to have summertime festivals. These times are periods of great revelry for fae to enjoy the peak time of nature in its fullest bloom. Full moons are high points for them to get together to dance, drink, run amok and show off for the gods of nature. This story is about a faery celebration that woke me from my sleep at 2am, outside of my window, under the oak and willow trees.
I was sleeping wonderfully that evening. I was in a peaceful slumber with neutral, light dreams. Suddenly I heard while sleeping a up and down, bumpy like faint noise (similar to that of taking an old dial radio and dialing through the stations without stopping with the volume on low). Slowly at 2am on the button, I began to awake. With my eyes still shut, yet awake, I was trying to focus in on the sounds. The sounds seemed as though they were coming from outside of my room.
When I fully awoke and opened my eyes I looked around trying to find the source of the mumbling. I peered at my significant other and she was sleeping making no noise at all. I sat up to look at my dog whom was in full sleep mode at the foot of the bed; he was making no noises at all. During this time of peering around the room the noises were still happening. I knew now that it was not coming from anything in my bedroom.
I got out of bed and realized the sounds were slightly louder, and I wanted to find the source. I walked out of my bedroom and the mumbling sounds could no longer be heard. The sounds were in no way coming from my house, they had to be outside of my house, yet near the window. When I returned to my bedroom I walked over to my window (which is very close to a forested area adjoining my house) and noticed it was truly coming from outside in the wooded area.
I opened the window slightly and looked out and saw nothing, but the sounds continued. I remembered it was the super full moon and now realized what the sounds were coming from: a faery summer celebration. I have experienced these first hand many times in life; mostly while camping, at a bonfire party or conducting a summer ritual. I had a very peaceful feeling come over me and I felt really happy, as if all the pressures of the world were lifted from my shoulders.
As opposed to going outside to observe the festival, this time I decided to just listen in. After reaching an almost meditative state, I could start to break down the sounds and hear individuals. There were to my estimate 20-25 faeries that were actively singing, talking, cheering and humming along. Some had deeper pitched voices and some had almost childlike high pitched voices. The deeper voiced ones seemed to be yapping away the loudest. The higher pitch voices seemed to sing and hum along. Most of the middle pitched voices seemed to do all of the above. Of course I would be asked, "Did I understand them?" That answer would sadly be, no. Fae speak many languages which are long forgotten by mankind. However, in Celtic legends, many words in ancient Celt came from the Fae languages. Listening to faery revelry is equivalent to listening to a loud crowd at a huge sporting event... its all mumble and tones.
After about 30 minutes I began to get really tired and decided to head back to bed. Oddly my dog and girl both did not awake ever; which is odd for my dog as he seems to awake at ths lightest of noises. I guess I was in-tune to the festival and the fae in general as I always have been. This time I let them party without me. In the morning when I got up I went out to the trees by my window and as always saw no track, trails or signs that anything had happened, but I am sure it was a great party.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
The Wild Story of a Missing Ring (2005)
This story is only one of dozens from my life regarding personal items suddenly vanishing and re-appear or are found in strange places way later. People whom have been a large factor in my life have also been "victim" to the pranksters which follow me everywhere. This is one of the most interesting stories.
In the 2000's, I often worked in Bermuda for months at a time. When working out of country I really hated carrying lots of luggage so I would pack rather light using just one suitcase. I never took jewelry or anything of great personal value; except, one of two rings which had spiritual meaning to me for protection for my journey. On this trip, I took a silver ring which was a gift from my mother. The design and imagery on the ring is personal and has a lot to do with my oneness with nature.
During my stay in Bermuda, I wore my ring everyday always having it on me. On my last day on the island I packed my luggage and went to the airport. Check in was easy and fast, like always. As soon as I got off the airplane back at home I realized that my ring was gone. I was not wearing it and honestly don't remember putting it on in the morning. When I got home I quickly unpacked and searched high and low and could not find my ring anywhere. I searched every pocket of my clothes, every nook in my luggage and everything that was with me on the trip; I could not find it. Now I got worried that it was lost on the island. I checked the house next in every possible place in case I dropped in walking in and I found nothing.
Being the same day that I came home, I started making the phone calls. First I called my friend in Bermuda whom I stayed with throughout my trip. He searched everywhere and found nothing. I called the Bermuda airport and they reported nothing being found. I called the airlines and they said nothing was found in the plane or the baggage area. I now knew it was long gone. My last ditched effort was to ask the nature spirits (fae) which I regularly work with through ritual and daily life. After a month or so it never showed up so I figured it was gone and I forgot about it.
Advance a few months to December 21st (yes the Yule); I was heading out to a holiday party. It was a really cold night and I decided to wear my heavy winter coat. I pulled it out of my coat closet and put it on. I placed my hands in the pockets and to my surprise I felt something in the pocket. I pulled out my lost ring! I was stunned and had no clue where it came from and how it got there and why it was hidden there. I was so excited I told everyone that night and everyone was coming up wild theories; regardless, I was happy it was returned to me. I feel to this day it was my fae friends helping me out; then teasing me by hiding it. Glad its back.
In the 2000's, I often worked in Bermuda for months at a time. When working out of country I really hated carrying lots of luggage so I would pack rather light using just one suitcase. I never took jewelry or anything of great personal value; except, one of two rings which had spiritual meaning to me for protection for my journey. On this trip, I took a silver ring which was a gift from my mother. The design and imagery on the ring is personal and has a lot to do with my oneness with nature.
During my stay in Bermuda, I wore my ring everyday always having it on me. On my last day on the island I packed my luggage and went to the airport. Check in was easy and fast, like always. As soon as I got off the airplane back at home I realized that my ring was gone. I was not wearing it and honestly don't remember putting it on in the morning. When I got home I quickly unpacked and searched high and low and could not find my ring anywhere. I searched every pocket of my clothes, every nook in my luggage and everything that was with me on the trip; I could not find it. Now I got worried that it was lost on the island. I checked the house next in every possible place in case I dropped in walking in and I found nothing.
Being the same day that I came home, I started making the phone calls. First I called my friend in Bermuda whom I stayed with throughout my trip. He searched everywhere and found nothing. I called the Bermuda airport and they reported nothing being found. I called the airlines and they said nothing was found in the plane or the baggage area. I now knew it was long gone. My last ditched effort was to ask the nature spirits (fae) which I regularly work with through ritual and daily life. After a month or so it never showed up so I figured it was gone and I forgot about it.
Advance a few months to December 21st (yes the Yule); I was heading out to a holiday party. It was a really cold night and I decided to wear my heavy winter coat. I pulled it out of my coat closet and put it on. I placed my hands in the pockets and to my surprise I felt something in the pocket. I pulled out my lost ring! I was stunned and had no clue where it came from and how it got there and why it was hidden there. I was so excited I told everyone that night and everyone was coming up wild theories; regardless, I was happy it was returned to me. I feel to this day it was my fae friends helping me out; then teasing me by hiding it. Glad its back.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
My Theory on Bigfoot (2013)
I have my whole life loved the concept of Bigfoot (real or fake). I
myself have had odd experiences a few times with regards to possible
"one on one" encounters with a Bigfoot while working for a United States
Protected Wildlife Refuge. My encounters were not visual, but they were
very real, very close proximity and very unexplainable as anything
else. My theory below does not discuss stories of Bigfoot, videos of
Bigfoot or encounters with Bigfoot; it is purely my personal thoughts on
the reality of an upright, relic hominin in North America. My language is written "as if" Bigfoot is a reality (which I do believe is true).
Bigfoot (for lack of better names) is in fact a true living, breeding, upright hominin (1) which has existed side by side with Homo sapiens for ~250,000 years. I am assured to say that bigfoot is not a modern relative of modern man, but a distant relative which split from the evolutionary direct chain roughly 3.2 million years ago at Australopithecus afarensis. It is now proven as fact that many other upright hominins walked side by side with modern man, but had mild variations (Neanderthal, Floresiensis and Denisovian). Of the three known to have lived alongside modern man; Neanderthal may have lived up to 10,000 years ago or sooner. Denisovian is theorized to exist up to roughly 20,000 years ago eventually fully breeding the purity of the species out of existence by mating with modern man and Neanderthal. Floresiensis is believed to possibly have lived upwards of a hundred years ago or possibly still alive today in the deepest jungles of Indonesia, due to the protection of deep island isolation (2). I feel bigfoot has existed similarly as these other species, but its species was preserved due to its inherent separate genetics which made it incapable of inter-breeding. Explanations for the lack of advancements in tool usage may be equated to that of modern day gorillas and other primates; it is not needed for successful survival.
Bigfoot as termed modern day, is not in the Homo genus. Bigfoot is a modern relic from the Paranthropus lineage. The Paranthropus lived throughout Africa starting around 2.8 million years ago upwards to 1.3 million years ago. They were opportunistic omnivores which used undeveloped tools (stones for hammering and hunting, sticks for picking). Their appearance was visually that of a small bigfoot. They walked on two legs, flat footed, with a mid-dermal ridge break, and a unique gait. They are theorized to have lived completely in forested areas. No fossil record of ancestors on the chain have been discovered yet. I believe an unknown link evolved 1.3 million years ago and progressed northward through the Middle East into the dense forests of Southern Europe.
In Southern Europe, Paranthropus ??? slowly evolved into what we know today as bigfoot. Competition was low, food was more varied and plentiful, climate was more favorable to a fully coated species, shelter was available in many forms and water was everywhere. This was the perfect ecosystem to adapt and live in. As other species of modern man migrated northward to Europe, bigfoot species were already well adapted and distributed throughout Europe and Asia. The many species lived locally to each other and were aware of each other, but did not communicate or interfere with each other.
As populations grew fast among modern man species, bigfoots were most likely pushed out towards more extreme locations (mountains, dense forests, tundras, highlands). During this era, roughly 100,000 years ago, bigfoot gained its well known variability in traits. Himalayan yeti, Chinese yeren, North American sasquatch, Australian yowie are all similar, yet have variations in morphology. Variations are common among well distributed species of animals. Humans as an example; color, eyes, skin, height, build, hair, physical capabilities and instincts. The bigfoot species is every bit as differentiated as humans.
Mass migrations would likely have yeti or yeren migrating across the Bering land bridge during an ice age period ~50,000 years ago, thousands of years prior to modern man's adventure to North America. During the same period, oceans were 100's of feet lower than they are today due to mass glaciation to the north. Most of Indonesia and Australia were also connected by natural land bridges and shallow waterways which were used by yeren to migrate southward. The Yeti of the Himalayas remain the same as they are today. The Yeren of the vast wooded areas in China are the same as they were 50,000 years ago. The European bigfoot (which is vastly near extinction remained the earliest form of bigfoot). The Orang Pendik and Australian Yowie are a more modern variation of bigfoot. The North America sasquatch is also a newer variation of bigfoot.
Bigfoot at its earliest existence probably started its roots in Northern Europe and moved southward and westward towards Asia as the many ice ages advanced and retreated. There are no accounts, legends or evidence that bigfoot ever existed in Africa and South America which back my theory that bigfoot evolved in Europe. I feel bigfoot relatives living in Australia and the island chains in Southeast Asia are closely related to the European/ Asian/ North American bigfoot, but they have uniquely adapted to those environments. Why no evidence or record in South America or Africa? I am not sure; possibly too hot.
Bigfoot more than likely always lived side by side with modern humans, but rarely crossed paths physically. They knew of each other and saw each other, but understood the dangers each posed for each other. This relationship would be similar to that of animals and humans today. Each are aware of each other, but chose to avoid each other for varying reasons.
As ice ages advanced and receded, hominids adapted as needed. Bigfoot had a serious advantage with a heavy coat of hair; hence, why they tend to live in more extreme and remote location with success. This advantage is the primary adaptation which allowed them to survive onward until modern days. Other species of hominids did not fare as well to adaptation forcing them to live close and share resources with Homo sapiens which was an eventual death sentence.
As humans migrated into North America and Southeast Asia, bigfoot was already in North America. Evidence for this is in the Native American legends which speak openly about a race of hairy giants which lived in North America prior to them coming. Native Americans also speak of observing what bigfoots ate. This would be a primary advantage to the first Native Americans to learn new food sources that were different than Europe or Asia.
I would suggest that the bigfoot species outnumbered the early modern ancestors in North America 2 to 1 or maybe even more. As humans in North America remained hunter-gatherers it gave advantage to bigfoot to survive successfully and dominate. Around 6,000 years ago hunter-gatherers began shifting to agriculturalists and solitary. The solitary phase of North American mankind was the beginning of the end for bigfoot. Proven fact is agricultural based cultures become solitary and survival is easier and more successful. Breeding rises and success of offspring to survive rises many fold. After which culture bases spread outward expanding into large cultures which dominate the land and soon dominate the wildlife. Alteration of micro-ecosystems is extremely evident. When small ecosystems are altered to the advantage of mankind it is often to the grave disadvantage of much wildlife.
I would estimate bigfoot populations had began to dwindle in North America roughly 2,000 years ago as mankind in North America truly started mastering the land and forming larger communities and trade routes. By 1,000 years ago there were many advanced large Native American cultural bases everywhere throughout North America. Bigfoot's were pushed into dense mountainous and deep riverine environments. By the time "white man" first came to North America; bigfoots were already in mid-decline, they had become the thing of legends and stories.
The bigfoot population became a relic species around 1900. White man had completely dominated coast to coast, plain to mountain, ocean to stream. I feel many Americans living in the mountains or dense forests knew of bigfoot as a rare species of wild creature that lived throughout North America prior to 1900, but it was little spoken of or recorded. As we stand today, I think there is a very limited amount of sasquatches left; probably 4000-5000 in all of North America. There are a few large breeding pockets (cultures) of bigfoot throughout all of North America. From these cultural pockets some bigfoots will wander off hundreds of miles for many years. Possibly for hunting, growing, maturing, safety, less competition or for just adventure to gain knowledge. Wandering sasquatches will return eventually to the large cultural pockets to breed and socialize.
An example of my "cultural pocket" theory is observed and proven to be reality for many hunter-gatherer societies throughout history. The example I will give is one which I have studied and observed and compared to exact early Paleo-man patterns. Eastern/ Northern Ohio I think is a dense cultural pocket. It is safe, full of dense forests, plenty of food, tons of shelter, and not many humans. A great number of bigfoot reside here, breed here, and migrate in and out of here. Sighting throughout the past 60 years show this dense pocket in Ohio and sightings trickle outward along rivers into states to the east, west and south. These far off sightings are those wandering specimens that will go off for years.
Over the past 30 years, development has grown vastly in North America. Forests have been destroyed and rivers have been cut off by dams, factories and large housing complexes. These were"highways" and food grounds for many bigfoots, but now are a great majority gone. As we have expanded, sasquatches are now near extinction. The anchor cultural hubs for bigfoots in the next 50 years will be relegated to a few remote spots worldwide. I seriously believe that the North American bigfoot will end up only existing in Northern Canada by late 21st century. This great creature will become another extinct species in the 22nd century.
(1) A hominin is a group consisting of modern humans, extinct human species and of our immediate ancestors (Homo, Australopithieus, Paaranthropus, and Ardipithecus).
(2) Island isolation is well documented and studied by bio-geographers. It is the process in which island life isolates species from other similar species, often resulting in variations limiting the growth (size) potentials. The only animal which reverses this law are reptiles. Snakes, tortoises, and lizards get larger on isolated islands.
Bigfoot (for lack of better names) is in fact a true living, breeding, upright hominin (1) which has existed side by side with Homo sapiens for ~250,000 years. I am assured to say that bigfoot is not a modern relative of modern man, but a distant relative which split from the evolutionary direct chain roughly 3.2 million years ago at Australopithecus afarensis. It is now proven as fact that many other upright hominins walked side by side with modern man, but had mild variations (Neanderthal, Floresiensis and Denisovian). Of the three known to have lived alongside modern man; Neanderthal may have lived up to 10,000 years ago or sooner. Denisovian is theorized to exist up to roughly 20,000 years ago eventually fully breeding the purity of the species out of existence by mating with modern man and Neanderthal. Floresiensis is believed to possibly have lived upwards of a hundred years ago or possibly still alive today in the deepest jungles of Indonesia, due to the protection of deep island isolation (2). I feel bigfoot has existed similarly as these other species, but its species was preserved due to its inherent separate genetics which made it incapable of inter-breeding. Explanations for the lack of advancements in tool usage may be equated to that of modern day gorillas and other primates; it is not needed for successful survival.
Bigfoot as termed modern day, is not in the Homo genus. Bigfoot is a modern relic from the Paranthropus lineage. The Paranthropus lived throughout Africa starting around 2.8 million years ago upwards to 1.3 million years ago. They were opportunistic omnivores which used undeveloped tools (stones for hammering and hunting, sticks for picking). Their appearance was visually that of a small bigfoot. They walked on two legs, flat footed, with a mid-dermal ridge break, and a unique gait. They are theorized to have lived completely in forested areas. No fossil record of ancestors on the chain have been discovered yet. I believe an unknown link evolved 1.3 million years ago and progressed northward through the Middle East into the dense forests of Southern Europe.
In Southern Europe, Paranthropus ??? slowly evolved into what we know today as bigfoot. Competition was low, food was more varied and plentiful, climate was more favorable to a fully coated species, shelter was available in many forms and water was everywhere. This was the perfect ecosystem to adapt and live in. As other species of modern man migrated northward to Europe, bigfoot species were already well adapted and distributed throughout Europe and Asia. The many species lived locally to each other and were aware of each other, but did not communicate or interfere with each other.
As populations grew fast among modern man species, bigfoots were most likely pushed out towards more extreme locations (mountains, dense forests, tundras, highlands). During this era, roughly 100,000 years ago, bigfoot gained its well known variability in traits. Himalayan yeti, Chinese yeren, North American sasquatch, Australian yowie are all similar, yet have variations in morphology. Variations are common among well distributed species of animals. Humans as an example; color, eyes, skin, height, build, hair, physical capabilities and instincts. The bigfoot species is every bit as differentiated as humans.
Mass migrations would likely have yeti or yeren migrating across the Bering land bridge during an ice age period ~50,000 years ago, thousands of years prior to modern man's adventure to North America. During the same period, oceans were 100's of feet lower than they are today due to mass glaciation to the north. Most of Indonesia and Australia were also connected by natural land bridges and shallow waterways which were used by yeren to migrate southward. The Yeti of the Himalayas remain the same as they are today. The Yeren of the vast wooded areas in China are the same as they were 50,000 years ago. The European bigfoot (which is vastly near extinction remained the earliest form of bigfoot). The Orang Pendik and Australian Yowie are a more modern variation of bigfoot. The North America sasquatch is also a newer variation of bigfoot.
Bigfoot at its earliest existence probably started its roots in Northern Europe and moved southward and westward towards Asia as the many ice ages advanced and retreated. There are no accounts, legends or evidence that bigfoot ever existed in Africa and South America which back my theory that bigfoot evolved in Europe. I feel bigfoot relatives living in Australia and the island chains in Southeast Asia are closely related to the European/ Asian/ North American bigfoot, but they have uniquely adapted to those environments. Why no evidence or record in South America or Africa? I am not sure; possibly too hot.
Bigfoot more than likely always lived side by side with modern humans, but rarely crossed paths physically. They knew of each other and saw each other, but understood the dangers each posed for each other. This relationship would be similar to that of animals and humans today. Each are aware of each other, but chose to avoid each other for varying reasons.
As ice ages advanced and receded, hominids adapted as needed. Bigfoot had a serious advantage with a heavy coat of hair; hence, why they tend to live in more extreme and remote location with success. This advantage is the primary adaptation which allowed them to survive onward until modern days. Other species of hominids did not fare as well to adaptation forcing them to live close and share resources with Homo sapiens which was an eventual death sentence.
As humans migrated into North America and Southeast Asia, bigfoot was already in North America. Evidence for this is in the Native American legends which speak openly about a race of hairy giants which lived in North America prior to them coming. Native Americans also speak of observing what bigfoots ate. This would be a primary advantage to the first Native Americans to learn new food sources that were different than Europe or Asia.
I would suggest that the bigfoot species outnumbered the early modern ancestors in North America 2 to 1 or maybe even more. As humans in North America remained hunter-gatherers it gave advantage to bigfoot to survive successfully and dominate. Around 6,000 years ago hunter-gatherers began shifting to agriculturalists and solitary. The solitary phase of North American mankind was the beginning of the end for bigfoot. Proven fact is agricultural based cultures become solitary and survival is easier and more successful. Breeding rises and success of offspring to survive rises many fold. After which culture bases spread outward expanding into large cultures which dominate the land and soon dominate the wildlife. Alteration of micro-ecosystems is extremely evident. When small ecosystems are altered to the advantage of mankind it is often to the grave disadvantage of much wildlife.
I would estimate bigfoot populations had began to dwindle in North America roughly 2,000 years ago as mankind in North America truly started mastering the land and forming larger communities and trade routes. By 1,000 years ago there were many advanced large Native American cultural bases everywhere throughout North America. Bigfoot's were pushed into dense mountainous and deep riverine environments. By the time "white man" first came to North America; bigfoots were already in mid-decline, they had become the thing of legends and stories.
The bigfoot population became a relic species around 1900. White man had completely dominated coast to coast, plain to mountain, ocean to stream. I feel many Americans living in the mountains or dense forests knew of bigfoot as a rare species of wild creature that lived throughout North America prior to 1900, but it was little spoken of or recorded. As we stand today, I think there is a very limited amount of sasquatches left; probably 4000-5000 in all of North America. There are a few large breeding pockets (cultures) of bigfoot throughout all of North America. From these cultural pockets some bigfoots will wander off hundreds of miles for many years. Possibly for hunting, growing, maturing, safety, less competition or for just adventure to gain knowledge. Wandering sasquatches will return eventually to the large cultural pockets to breed and socialize.
An example of my "cultural pocket" theory is observed and proven to be reality for many hunter-gatherer societies throughout history. The example I will give is one which I have studied and observed and compared to exact early Paleo-man patterns. Eastern/ Northern Ohio I think is a dense cultural pocket. It is safe, full of dense forests, plenty of food, tons of shelter, and not many humans. A great number of bigfoot reside here, breed here, and migrate in and out of here. Sighting throughout the past 60 years show this dense pocket in Ohio and sightings trickle outward along rivers into states to the east, west and south. These far off sightings are those wandering specimens that will go off for years.
Over the past 30 years, development has grown vastly in North America. Forests have been destroyed and rivers have been cut off by dams, factories and large housing complexes. These were"highways" and food grounds for many bigfoots, but now are a great majority gone. As we have expanded, sasquatches are now near extinction. The anchor cultural hubs for bigfoots in the next 50 years will be relegated to a few remote spots worldwide. I seriously believe that the North American bigfoot will end up only existing in Northern Canada by late 21st century. This great creature will become another extinct species in the 22nd century.
(1) A hominin is a group consisting of modern humans, extinct human species and of our immediate ancestors (Homo, Australopithieus, Paaranthropus, and Ardipithecus).
(2) Island isolation is well documented and studied by bio-geographers. It is the process in which island life isolates species from other similar species, often resulting in variations limiting the growth (size) potentials. The only animal which reverses this law are reptiles. Snakes, tortoises, and lizards get larger on isolated islands.
Scribing at the Library of Alexandria (2014)
This dream I just had the other evening. It was very similar to other prophetic dreams I have had over the years regarding the ancient Greek and Roman era. In these dreams I am myself, yet I am always observing or doing some sort of interactive work with people of that ancient era. Sometimes I am working with gods and demi-gods; and at other times I am just working in places of importance from the classical period. This is one I found rather intriguing.
I found myself sitting at a large, very long table in a massive room. The room was full of large marble pillars holding the ceiling up. The walls were full of shelves loaded with rolled up scrolls and large stacks of papyrus and maps. There were lots of beautiful ancient Greek and Egyptian style amphoras stacked upon the shelves and lining the corners of the walls. I realized this was an ancient library.
After observing the room and settling in I knew I was there for some reason and I quickly got my answer. An old, tan skinned man in off white robes with a long white beard and balding head approached me. A very attractive tanned, wavy blonde haired, rather short, young woman was following the man. She was holding an arm full of papyrus. He asked her to sit next to me and to place the papyrus scrolls on the table. The majority of the scrolls were blank and some appeared even older and very worn out. The worn out, old scrolls were full of ancient Greek text and some drawings. I knew now I was being given a job to do. The old man very kindly asked me to translate the scrolls to the young girl and then to duplicate the text onto the new blank papyrus pages. He said that she was to be my student as I was his student once.
The young woman started by trying to interpret the drawings .She asked me if, "Perephone was a giant snake?". I said, "No, she was the queen of the underworld. She was tricked and kidnapped by Hades, king of the underworld and he made her his wife. She was torn in her life. She loved ruling the souls of the dead, but missed her life in nature as a fore bringer of spring". At this point I knew that I was translating and replicating the story of Persephone on new papyrus scrolls for historical record. She next asked me, "Can't Persephone just leave?" I told her, "It is not possible to leave once you enter the underworld; however, there is two ways to be banished or removed from the underworld. The first way is to be sent out by Hades himself or the second way is for Hermes to enter and guide you out without Hades knowing. Persephone remains torn in her life and has never asked Hades to leave". She replied with, "Why would Hermes not help her?" I told her that, "Hermes has no invested interest in the subject." She said, "How do you know?" The next thing I responded with was powerful to me, myself, and made circles around my life. I told her, "Hermes is my father and I know his thoughts on many topics." Throughout my life my patron deity is Pan whom I have a oneness with and know that I am a living embodiment of. Pan is the son of Hermes.
After we finished our work I stood up and walked to the front of the library to seek out the old man which gave me the instructions. I found him at the very front of the library at a massive table full of written scrolls, maps and strange objects. He peacefully stood up and said, "Thank you for your service to the Library of Alexandria. May our works live on endlessly to record the true history of mankind for the gods." At that point I awoke from my dream feeling very peaceful and relaxed.
I found myself sitting at a large, very long table in a massive room. The room was full of large marble pillars holding the ceiling up. The walls were full of shelves loaded with rolled up scrolls and large stacks of papyrus and maps. There were lots of beautiful ancient Greek and Egyptian style amphoras stacked upon the shelves and lining the corners of the walls. I realized this was an ancient library.
After observing the room and settling in I knew I was there for some reason and I quickly got my answer. An old, tan skinned man in off white robes with a long white beard and balding head approached me. A very attractive tanned, wavy blonde haired, rather short, young woman was following the man. She was holding an arm full of papyrus. He asked her to sit next to me and to place the papyrus scrolls on the table. The majority of the scrolls were blank and some appeared even older and very worn out. The worn out, old scrolls were full of ancient Greek text and some drawings. I knew now I was being given a job to do. The old man very kindly asked me to translate the scrolls to the young girl and then to duplicate the text onto the new blank papyrus pages. He said that she was to be my student as I was his student once.
The young woman started by trying to interpret the drawings .She asked me if, "Perephone was a giant snake?". I said, "No, she was the queen of the underworld. She was tricked and kidnapped by Hades, king of the underworld and he made her his wife. She was torn in her life. She loved ruling the souls of the dead, but missed her life in nature as a fore bringer of spring". At this point I knew that I was translating and replicating the story of Persephone on new papyrus scrolls for historical record. She next asked me, "Can't Persephone just leave?" I told her, "It is not possible to leave once you enter the underworld; however, there is two ways to be banished or removed from the underworld. The first way is to be sent out by Hades himself or the second way is for Hermes to enter and guide you out without Hades knowing. Persephone remains torn in her life and has never asked Hades to leave". She replied with, "Why would Hermes not help her?" I told her that, "Hermes has no invested interest in the subject." She said, "How do you know?" The next thing I responded with was powerful to me, myself, and made circles around my life. I told her, "Hermes is my father and I know his thoughts on many topics." Throughout my life my patron deity is Pan whom I have a oneness with and know that I am a living embodiment of. Pan is the son of Hermes.
After we finished our work I stood up and walked to the front of the library to seek out the old man which gave me the instructions. I found him at the very front of the library at a massive table full of written scrolls, maps and strange objects. He peacefully stood up and said, "Thank you for your service to the Library of Alexandria. May our works live on endlessly to record the true history of mankind for the gods." At that point I awoke from my dream feeling very peaceful and relaxed.
Monday, March 10, 2014
Things to Ponder
Lately I have been questioning a few things regarding the paranormal world which I have observed on TV or through books or through my own life's observations. These are nothing more than a few variables to ponder.
The Witching Hour is a modern day term deemed at first by the Witchcraft community. It has quickly become an accepted term in the paranormal "ghost" community. It is defined simply as the most powerful time of the day in which entities of all paranormal forms (demons, spirits, etc) may "access" the physical plane of existence in which we humans live daily. The hours are defined as 3am-4am worldwide.
Question: How does day light savings play into this? As believers in the witching hour say it is always the 3am hour year around; however, would not day light savings bump the witching hour back to the 2am hour? Or do spirits and demons respect our clock changes? This opens up a huge Pandora's box of questions. Are spirits and demons subject to a time frame created by mankind on a plane in which they do not exist?
Ghost Hunters brought serious attention worldwide to the ghost hunting experience and reality of ghosts. Many shows spawned from this original show and I have noticed a repeated error over the past decade with all of these shows.
Observation: 1) When these teams are in non-English speaking foreign countries hunting ghosts they speak English to lure the ghosts or to get EVPs. They often get evidence and claim it to be a ghost, yet how would an ancient ghost understand not only English, but modern English and speak English. It was extremely uncommon prior to the 19th century for anyone to speak multiple languages, education and need was just not there for the everyday person. The best two examples of this: An episode in Mayan Ruins where all the investigators were speaking English to the early Mayan ghosts. They got some EVPs which they interpreted as Spanish for meaning... Impossible, Mayan's did not ever speak Spanish, they spoke Mayan which is nothing even close to Spanish. The second example was an episode on Easter Island and the investigators were speaking English. They got a few EVPs which they claimed said "help" and "leave" in English.
2) Ghost investigators repeatedly on all shows ask spirits to "talk into this recorder". How would any spirit possibly know what a voice recorder is if they were from anytime prior to the early 19th century?
Reincarnation or Spirits Visiting is a deep question and has so many variables and explanations; however, many faiths believe in reincarnation and the fact that family spirits still visit or can be summoned. This is a tough one but worth exploring in your own mind. Playing devil's advocate I offer the following.
Questions to ponder: 1) Often people say that their paranormal experience was a deceased family relative paying a visit. Mediums claim to openly talk to deceased spirits for people. So if so many family members can still be contacted via mediums would that dispute that reincarnation is bogus? When people claim and old deceased relative visits in spirit that would also defend that reincarnation is fake. A defender would state that they have "not crossed over"; however, does it not seem odd that almost every person claims that family members in spirit visit over and over throughout the years? When people ask for help from a deceased family member would that not suggest that reincarnation is not real?
2) Many mainstream religions claim a deceased person goes to a peaceful "heaven" or "paradise". If this is so, reincarnation is impossible; yet, many religions believe solidly in reincarnation. A faith path cannot have it both ways. There must be a better, more feasible answer.
3) Faith's which summon old spirits obviously accept that reincarnation is not real. How could one summon or call for a deceased person if they have already been reincarnated?
4) For those who believe wholly in reincarnation would say some spirits have not crossed over; yet, those who have crossed over are reincarnated. This would suggest that there is no final resting place or paradise. A spirit is an energy which exists in an endless cycle of physical being.
5) If a person believes in neither reincarnation nor ghosts it could suggest one of the following: a energy form takes existence on the physical plane and deteriorates over time and dies or an energy takes on a physical form and dies in time leaving the energy form which resides off into a higher conscious or paradise. If this is so, than where does the spirit come from to exist within a living physical form on this plane and why would it do this?
I personally have my own theories on existence (physical and spiritual) as do many faiths. My purpose in this short post was just to throw deep questions out there which we should all ponder. I think that both reincarnation and ghosts are possible to co-exist and do. A future blog will offer my insights.
Time Travel is a concept which I have addressed before on my blog. I just want to re-post the simple facts.
Observations: 1) First answer this question: do you believe that time travel will ever be possible? If you say no... then read no further. If you say, yes? You understand that be 2,000 years in the future or 100,000 years in the future, time travel will easily be possible due to major evolution in technology or alien technology or relations with other worldly being or whatever; I would say you are brilliant and I agree with you!
2) So you said, yes? Then time travel is already possible and is occurring. It is real! We must understand though that time is constant in all directions. I don't want to go into deep physics, but the answers are out there. We presently cannot access time travel, because at our present vibration on the string of our plane of existence has not yet experienced the development of time travel yet. However, visitors in our distant future at some point have already created the ability of time travel and with that said... they are actively coming back to any point in time as they wish.
The Witching Hour is a modern day term deemed at first by the Witchcraft community. It has quickly become an accepted term in the paranormal "ghost" community. It is defined simply as the most powerful time of the day in which entities of all paranormal forms (demons, spirits, etc) may "access" the physical plane of existence in which we humans live daily. The hours are defined as 3am-4am worldwide.
Question: How does day light savings play into this? As believers in the witching hour say it is always the 3am hour year around; however, would not day light savings bump the witching hour back to the 2am hour? Or do spirits and demons respect our clock changes? This opens up a huge Pandora's box of questions. Are spirits and demons subject to a time frame created by mankind on a plane in which they do not exist?
Ghost Hunters brought serious attention worldwide to the ghost hunting experience and reality of ghosts. Many shows spawned from this original show and I have noticed a repeated error over the past decade with all of these shows.
Observation: 1) When these teams are in non-English speaking foreign countries hunting ghosts they speak English to lure the ghosts or to get EVPs. They often get evidence and claim it to be a ghost, yet how would an ancient ghost understand not only English, but modern English and speak English. It was extremely uncommon prior to the 19th century for anyone to speak multiple languages, education and need was just not there for the everyday person. The best two examples of this: An episode in Mayan Ruins where all the investigators were speaking English to the early Mayan ghosts. They got some EVPs which they interpreted as Spanish for meaning... Impossible, Mayan's did not ever speak Spanish, they spoke Mayan which is nothing even close to Spanish. The second example was an episode on Easter Island and the investigators were speaking English. They got a few EVPs which they claimed said "help" and "leave" in English.
2) Ghost investigators repeatedly on all shows ask spirits to "talk into this recorder". How would any spirit possibly know what a voice recorder is if they were from anytime prior to the early 19th century?
Reincarnation or Spirits Visiting is a deep question and has so many variables and explanations; however, many faiths believe in reincarnation and the fact that family spirits still visit or can be summoned. This is a tough one but worth exploring in your own mind. Playing devil's advocate I offer the following.
Questions to ponder: 1) Often people say that their paranormal experience was a deceased family relative paying a visit. Mediums claim to openly talk to deceased spirits for people. So if so many family members can still be contacted via mediums would that dispute that reincarnation is bogus? When people claim and old deceased relative visits in spirit that would also defend that reincarnation is fake. A defender would state that they have "not crossed over"; however, does it not seem odd that almost every person claims that family members in spirit visit over and over throughout the years? When people ask for help from a deceased family member would that not suggest that reincarnation is not real?
2) Many mainstream religions claim a deceased person goes to a peaceful "heaven" or "paradise". If this is so, reincarnation is impossible; yet, many religions believe solidly in reincarnation. A faith path cannot have it both ways. There must be a better, more feasible answer.
3) Faith's which summon old spirits obviously accept that reincarnation is not real. How could one summon or call for a deceased person if they have already been reincarnated?
4) For those who believe wholly in reincarnation would say some spirits have not crossed over; yet, those who have crossed over are reincarnated. This would suggest that there is no final resting place or paradise. A spirit is an energy which exists in an endless cycle of physical being.
5) If a person believes in neither reincarnation nor ghosts it could suggest one of the following: a energy form takes existence on the physical plane and deteriorates over time and dies or an energy takes on a physical form and dies in time leaving the energy form which resides off into a higher conscious or paradise. If this is so, than where does the spirit come from to exist within a living physical form on this plane and why would it do this?
I personally have my own theories on existence (physical and spiritual) as do many faiths. My purpose in this short post was just to throw deep questions out there which we should all ponder. I think that both reincarnation and ghosts are possible to co-exist and do. A future blog will offer my insights.
Time Travel is a concept which I have addressed before on my blog. I just want to re-post the simple facts.
Observations: 1) First answer this question: do you believe that time travel will ever be possible? If you say no... then read no further. If you say, yes? You understand that be 2,000 years in the future or 100,000 years in the future, time travel will easily be possible due to major evolution in technology or alien technology or relations with other worldly being or whatever; I would say you are brilliant and I agree with you!
2) So you said, yes? Then time travel is already possible and is occurring. It is real! We must understand though that time is constant in all directions. I don't want to go into deep physics, but the answers are out there. We presently cannot access time travel, because at our present vibration on the string of our plane of existence has not yet experienced the development of time travel yet. However, visitors in our distant future at some point have already created the ability of time travel and with that said... they are actively coming back to any point in time as they wish.
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