Monday, May 15, 2017

Spectral 'Cat' in the Desert


DJ described a strange sighting while driving outside Las Vegas:

“I have a story that happened to me while I was driving along one of the really dark highways in Nevada. I was leaving Vegas to go camping for a few days. It was around 1:00 AM and I was driving down state highway 159 just past Red Rock Canyon, the really beautiful mountainous terrain just outside Nevada. At 1:00 AM there's really nobody else on the road. I happened to be driving down it because I was trying to make up time to make it to my campsite that morning as I had spent a bit too much time in Vegas at some of the shows if you catch my drift.

Now you also have to realize that there are no streetlights. No light other than the moon and your headlights. That's it. And there are wild horses in the area. Now I was doing under or around 60 mph trying to make up time. As I'm driving, I catch movement out of the corner of my eye, on the passenger side. It's a two lane road so there's no way another car would be driving beside me. I glance over and I see a black figure like some kind of giant cat but only all black. No fur. Just like a giant black shadow as tall as my car, running alongside the car. As I glance, I get this overwhelming feeling of fear and dread and something in my head keeps telling me, if you keep looking at it, it's going to look back and attack you. So, I quickly look straight forward and go a bit faster and even at 70 mph it kept up with me for several seconds before it simply vanished.

My friends all told me that maybe I was looking at the car's shadow. Now car's shadows don't have running motion like a giant animal and I'm not aware of any animal that can run that fast either. I believe it was some kind of spectral cat, personally. I spoke with a friend who lives in Vegas and he told me people see all kinds of things in more preserved areas of Nevada. Native Americans who live in the area say such things are shape shifting creatures, skin-walkers, and the overwhelming feeling of dread I felt was a sure sign. And if I stopped the car or kept looking at it, the thing would probably have tried to knock the car off the road and get to me.”

Source: Darkness Radio - December 25, 2016

JLB - Beyond Creepy



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Saturday, April 15, 2017

The Gray Man Before The Storm


Historical ghost stories abound in South Carolina, but one of the oldest and most famous is the story of the Gray Man of Pawleys Island, a coastal community in Georgetown County. Several versions of this story exist, but all say the apparition appears before major storms to warn the island’s inhabitants of approaching danger.

In a 2016 video titled “I SAW A GHOST! - Story Time (Paranormal Experience)” Youtuber Clifton McDaniel shared his account:


“This was something that happened to me when I was 12 or 13 years old. Believe it if you want but this is my experience, so here you go. So my family likes to vacation in Pawley's Island, South Carolina. It's a little town slightly south of Myrtle Beach. We usually stayed at the campground at a place called Huntington Beach State Park. I still tend to go to it a lot. It's a really cool, relaxing beach environment. One of the things we liked to do as a family is go walking on the beach pretty late at night around 11 or midnight. I remember the moon was really bright that night. The beach was pretty well lit. And as we were walking back, I remember looking out at the ocean, like right at the shore, and I saw a man with a straw hat on. He was maybe ankle deep in the water. He was just kinda looking out into the water. It was just mainly a silhouette. It was dark and the moon was kind of back-lighting him or whatever and I remember he looked in our direction and kind of put his hand up, it wasn't like a full wave, but it was an acknowledgement that he saw us there. Me being my socially awkward self, I kind of gave him a little half wave back and looked away to my parents. But then I looked back and it almost seemed like he was fading away. I know it sounds cliche or whatever but it was like my eyes had the burned-in image of him standing there and when I looked back he just kind of dissipated. Of course me being interested in 'Ghost Hunters' and 'Ghost Whisperer' and stuff like that, I was like, Oh my god, did I just see a ghost?

So, after that, we headed back to the campsite and just went to bed for the night. I remember it was really, really stormy and the wind was crazy and stuff. We were in an RV and the wind was really crazy against it. I could hear terrible rain; lightning, thunder and, you know, the whole shebang. The next morning when we woke up and went outside to the campground. It was like a disaster zone. There were chairs, beach towels; awnings of the campers were like completely torn off, or halfway off, the camper. It was pretty bad. What was weird was we had a clothesline that was hooked to the back of our camper to a tree right behind it and our clothes were still on the clothesline and all of our camp chairs were still there, all of our towels were still where we left them. Nothing had been touched at all and it was really weird. I remember at the time thinking, Wow, this is really weird. We just got lucky or, I don't know.

It wasn't until a couple of weeks later my aunt came to visit and she brought a book of local ghost stories and I hadn't really looked into too much local lore so I thought that was pretty cool. My dad brought up the fact that I saw this ghost on Pawley's Island and I remember her eyes got really wide and I wasn't really sure why. I thought maybe she was acting along, like, Oh, you know, ghosts or whatever, but then she said, 'Have you heard of the Grey Man?' And both my dad and I were like, 'No, never heard of it.' So she grabbed the book and opened it up to a chapter and there it was called The Grey Man of Pawley's Island. She started asking me a series of questions like, What was he wearing? I said that I remember he had like a large hat on and like an overcoat or some kind of big jacket. Then the thing that really sent chills down my spine was she said, 'Was there any kind of storm afterwards?' And I was like, 'Whoa!' And she started saying, 'Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!' I didn't know what was going on.

Part of the legend is, and I kid you not, I read it in the book and I’ve seen it on the web all over. The legend is the spirit often shows up before a storm or a hurricane to warn you that if you are on the water to get out of the water or if you are on land, to evacuate the area. Part of the legend says if you see him, he will offer protection for you and your property during the storm. Of course I had never heard this story before so seeing it in the book at the time. I was seriously freaked out. I'm really skeptical about a lot of the things I see now but I have absolutely no explanation for this having never heard this story before and so many elements of it lining up so perfectly. I'm not gonna try to explain it and say it was definitely a ghost but this definitely makes me believe that there is something else out there.

Source: Youtuber Clifton McDaniel from a video titled “I SAW A GHOST! - Story Time (Paranormal Experience)” published on 18 Oct 2016

JLB - Beyond Creepy


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The Gray Man of Pawleys Island

Here are a few other accounts I've found over the years:

The oldest version begins with a young woman from Colonial Charleston, the daughter of a prominent family. She had many suitors, but would not choose among them because she was in love with her wild and reckless cousin. Both sets of parents objected to the match and discouraged it by sending the young man to Europe. News soon arrived from France of his death in a duel. Brokenhearted, the young woman went into mourning, refusing to see suitors or other callers.

A year later, a young wealthy rice planter from the Waccamaw area visited the family. A recent widower, he fell in love at first sight with the still grief-stricken girl and sought her father’s permission to court her. The father agreed, but told the young man the sad story of her previous romance. Eventually, the young planter won her hand and the couple married. The newlyweds wintered on a large estate on Waccamaw Neck and summered on Pawleys Island.

During the Revolution the planter served as a captain under Francis Marion. While away fighting the British in the summer of 1778, his family moved to the summer home on Pawleys Island. One evening, a violent storm foundered a ship off shore. The slaves saw one survivor stumble out of the surf. The slaves told him their master was away, but that the mistress would provide him with shelter until the end of the storm. They took him to the summer house and gave the stranger food and dry clothes. When the mistress of the house came to greet him, she fainted. The mysterious stranger cried out and ran from the house, disappearing into the storm. He was her lost love thought dead many years before. It was later learned he died of yellow fever and exposure while trying to find his way south to Charleston. It is said he still haunts the island in the vicinity of this old house, a shadowy "Gray Man" warning islanders of storms and the perils they bring.

Often, investigation into documented history reveals discrepancies that can cast doubt on the accuracy of legends like that of the Gray Man. The discrepancy here lies in the date of settlement on Pawleys Island. Recent historical research indicates the island resort is of a more recent vintage than the one described in the story. During the 18th and early 19th centuries, the term "seashore" described the eastern edge of the mainland. The summer residences of the rice planters tended to be along this eastern edge of the mainland or on North Island near the mouth of Winyah Bay. Historical records, including maps and plats, do not document any settlements or homes on Pawleys Island before 1822. The "Pawley or Allston House", which is of construction of the late 18th or 19th century, does not appear on any plats of Pawleys Island until after 1858. It is speculated that the house was built and used on the mainland and moved to the island via a causeway built in 1845. - Pawleys Island (A Lowcountry Tale)

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Pawleys Island sits along the coast and is home to small cottage homes, inns, and one very famous spirit. The story is always the same - the Gray Man warns residents to flee the island from an impending hurricane.

The legend tells a tragic love story. A young man returning from a long absence was eager to see his fiancee. He rode on horseback from Georgetown, SC to Pawleys Island. The young man was so eager to see his beloved young girl that he decided not to follow the road, but take a short-cut across the marsh. In this untraveled marsh the young man’s horse fell in quicksand, both horse and rider were killed. The young girl was devastated and began to forlornly walk the beach, mourning her lover. One windy summer day, she saw a man dressed all in gray approach her and recognized him as her dead fiance. He told her to get off the island immediately because there was danger. Without another word, he vanished. The young woman told her parents what she had seen and they fled to the mainland. That night the hurricane came ashore destroying nearly every home on the island. The home of the young woman was left somehow untouched by the storm as though it had been protected by an unseen force.

The first recorded sighting of the Gray Man is from the hurricane of 1822 that hit Charleston and caused over 300 deaths on the outlying islands.

In 1893 the Gray Man appeared to the Lachicotte family. He was silent, but his meaning was clear. The family fled the island and survived the storm. This hurricane, called the Sea Islands Hurricane, killed an estimated 1,500 people and Lachicotte’s surely would have been part of that tragic number.

October 1954 found Bill Collins and his new bride honeymooning on the island. Around 5 AM Bill heard a knock at their door. Too early to be anything unimportant, Bill answered the door. Before him stood a man in rumpled gray clothing and a gray hat which hid his features. He said that the Red Cross had sent him to tell them to leave because a big storm was coming. Bill could smell salty brine on the man’s clothing and heard the urgency in his voice. Suddenly the man in gray disappeared leaving Bill stunned and shaken. Bill and his new wife left the island and Hurricane Hazel struck soon after as a Category 4 storm. Hazel eventually killed 95 people and destroyed 15,000 homes.

September 19, 1989 residents of Pawleys Island, Clara and Jack Moore were walking along the beach. They saw a man dressed all in gray suddenly appear among the dunes. He approached them, then vanished. This was warning enough for Clara. She and Jack packed bags and fled inland. Two days later Hurricane Hugo struck the coast as a Category 4 storm killing 76 people along its path and causing $10 Billion in damage.

Often when the Gray Man is seen the homes of his audience will be left completely untouched by the storm while the neighboring homes are decimated. Is the Gray Man somehow protecting these homes? If his warnings were not heeded, would the homes and residents truly be destroyed? For people who have seen the Gray Man it is without question - he came to warn them and if they hadn’t listened their lives would’ve been taken by the storm. - excerpt from hauntedlowcountry.com

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One version of the story is that a plantation owner's daughter was spending the summer on the island, and awaiting the arrival of her fiancé. He returned safely, but, when he was taking a shortcut, his horse fell into quicksand. They both died. She was devastated and began to walk the beach. One wind-filled day, she saw a man in grey approach her and recognized him as her dead fiancé. She ran to him, but before she could reach him, the ocean swept him away.

When her father learned about this, he took her to a hospital in Charleston. She was found to be sane. The next day, a hurricane hit the island, leaving death and destruction in its path.

Another version is that when she saw him, he told her to get off of the island immediately because there was danger. Then, he vanished. When she told her parents, they left the island the following morning. She was a sensible woman and did not have flights of imagination. That night, the hurricane hit. While most of the island's homes were destroyed, theirs was untouched.

Another version is that he is the ghost of Plowden Charles Jeannerette Weston, the original owner of the house on the island, the Pelican Inn. He was born in 1819 and schooled in England where the family moved temporarily so he could have a decent education. After the rest of the family returned to the island, Plowden stayed in England to attend Cambridge. He fell in love with Emily Frances Esdaile, one of his close friend's sisters.

Mr. Weston was staunchly anti-British and disdained royalty. Emily's father was a baronet. Plowden was afraid that his father would not approve of the marriage, so he sailed to Georgetown to tell him about the marriage plans. His father agreed to the marriage. Emily's father gave the couple a dowry of 7,000 pounds. Plowden's father gave them a dowry of 70,000 pounds and houses in London and Geneva.

The couple married in 1847. They lived at Hagley Plantation, another gift from Plowden's father. Off of the shore was Pawleys Island and the couple made plans to build a summer home there. This was when Pelican Inn was built. They built a chapel on the land that could seat two hundred slaves.

Plowden had Southern sympathies and when the Civil War began, he was company commander of the Georgetown Rifle Guard, Company A, Tenth Regiment. The couple entertained the men in his regiment and their ladies at the Pelican Inn. He developed tuberculosis and died shortly before the war ended. - The Encyclopedia of Ghosts and Spirits

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In 1849 Dr. Allard Flagg moved into his new home, The Hermitage, on Murrells Inlet, South Carolina. He soon invited his widowed mother and 16-year-old sister, Alice, to live with him. Alice Flagg was a beautiful young girl with long, thick auburn hair and bright brown eyes. Dr. Allard Flagg and Alice’s other brother, Dr. Arthur were affluent doctors courting sisters of perhaps the most wealthy and upper-class family in the lowcountry.

While on a shopping trip in town Alice met a young lumberman and over the next few months they fell deeply in love. The young man came to call on Miss Alice at The Hermitage one day but was met by Dr. Flagg in the garden. After speaking with the man for some time Dr. Flagg realized the man’s low station and qualities and sent him away before he could speak with Alice.

Outraged by her brother’s treatment of her beau, Alice agreed to meet the man in secret and they soon became engaged. When Dr. Flagg saw the plain gold band on Alice’s finger he demanded Alice return it and forget about the young man. He wished her to find a young suitor who was of their social stature. Alice agreed to return the ring but instead hung it on a ribbon and secreted it around her neck beneath her dress.

To help Alice forget her young man Dr. Flagg sent Alice away to boarding school in Charleston. Alice had loved Murrells Inlet and disliked everything about the elite, highborn society of Charleston. She refused to forget her love but reluctantly accepted her new surroundings, although never removed the young man’s ring hanging beneath her dress.

Late one night Alice fell seriously ill. The physician concluded that she had contracted malaria and instructed the school to contact her family immediately. Dr. Flagg sped to Charleston in his carriage but found Alice in a delirious state. Despite the night being stormy, he packed her things and laid her in his carriage for the journey back to The Hermitage.

When the girl was lifted from the carriage Dr. Flagg found that she was much worse. She drifted in and out of consciousness all night long, often clutching at her chest where she knew her young man’s ring still hung. By morning Alice could not fight the illness and she fell silent and died. Her body was dressed in her favorite long white dress, but when Dr. Flagg discovered the ring her removed the ribbon and threw it out onto the marsh. Alice was buried at All Saints Cemetery near Pawley’s Island. A plain marble slab covers her grave. The engraving on the stone consists of only one word - Alice.

Although more than 150 years have passed, the ghost of Alice Flagg is still occasionally seen in her lovely white dress coming in and out of the front door of The Hermitage and walking the cemetery at All Saints Cemetery. Whether she’s seen at the house or the cemetery she’s always clutching one hand to her chest, hoping her ring will be returned.

The report of the ghost of this young girl walking the salt marsh graveyard searching for her ring brings many romantics to this site. Vistors often bring flowers and small tokens of remembrance in hope of contacting Alice and calming her heart-sick soul. - excerpts from coastalguide.com

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Sunday, April 2, 2017

Ghostly Knocks & Cat Phantoms


In a video posted on February 23, 2017, titled MY GHOST STORIES, Kat Rose, who goes by the name Kat on her Youtube channel KatsWonderland, described the various strange things that happened at her parent's farmhouse in northeastern Washington State between 2002 and 2007:

“I would say that the bulk of my paranormal experiences all occurred at my childhood home. The house I grew up in where my parent's still live to this day is over a hundred years old so already it's laying out the ground for there to be some residual things. It's old. It's been there a long time. That foundation, it's the same one that was there over a hundred years ago. I would say that the more intense activity started happening when I was around 12 or 13 and there was kind of, I guess, like an episode, a season in time, where we would hear knocking at our door and I know that sounds like the classic thing. There was always three rhythmic knocks on our front door. It kinda just seemed like a joke at that point in time. It seemed like somebody, some kids, were running up to our door and they're trying to scare us, you know, 'knock knock knock,' and they're running for it. That went on for probably a few weeks. I cannot count how many times I went to answer the door thinking it was gonna be the mailman and, you know, UPS, or something, and there was nobody there. And it just got increasingly eerie as time went on because we could never find any trace of anything having happened. I remember one day when it all kind of climaxed.

My sister and I were home alone and my mom was out running errands or something like that. I think we were watching TV in the living room which is right near our front door and we heard three knocks. We were not in the habit of opening for someone that we didn't know when we were home alone. Just because we were home alone but we did go and look out the window and, of course, nothing was there so already we were like, 'Ugh, it's happening again.' Obviously neither one of us was very excited about that but it happened and it seemed like there was nothing else to do. So we went and sat down and no sooner had we sat down that we heard the door, the three knocks, again. We kinda hurried over to see, like, we're gonna catch somebody this time because we were right near it. Then we heard three knocks on our back door. Now our back door is not just like around the corner, it's clear on the other side of our house and we lived in a pretty large old farmhouse. So, at that point, we're thinking, there is no way that this is just one person who just knocked and then booked it around to the other side of the house and knocked there and so we both ran to the back door and, of course, there was nothing there.

So we're standing there by the back door kinda looking around, trying to figure out what it could be, and it happens at the front door. So this time my sister runs into the other room to look out the window by the front door and I stayed by the back door and, of course, she doesn't see anything. So she starts to come into the kitchen which is kind of near the back door where I was. She's telling me, Like, there's no one there, I don't know what is going on. And, I had my back to the door, so I didn't see, I couldn't see out the window, at that point, and, while I was standing, not but two feet away from the door with my back to it, there’s three knocks and it scared the living daylights out of me because the back door has a window on it. So I, you know, looked around really quickly to see if I could see anything. Nothing there. Like no trace of anybody. So that was kind of the terrifying moment in time when we realized that this was not someone playing a trick. This can't be. You know, this cannot be explained. My sister was not directly facing the door but she could have seen in her peripheral but I think she would have had an actual person come up on the step and was knocking on the door. You know, I feel like it would have caught her eye and it didn't. Nothing like that happened. So that was really scary. The crazy thing was, after that day, with all the crazy knocking on the doors, it never happened again. Not once. Still to this day, I can't explain it and I don't really know what was going on there.

So the next series of unfortunate events. This one is not that scary to me. It's very fascinating. I want to say that I was 14 or 15 when this all kind of started accumulating. I don't remember distinctively the first time it happened because, again, like with the door, it started out rarely happening, you know, it was very sporadic and when it did, it seemed easy enough to try and rationalize it. I remember that we had cats that lived indoors with us. And there were several days, I think several days in a row, where I would be laying in my bed and it would be like early morning, like probably around 5:00 AM, and for whatever reason, I was awake and all of a sudden, just like out of nowhere, I would feel like this impact at the foot of my bed. You know, just like one single solid thump basically. And what it would feel like is when one of my cats would come into my room in the morning sometimes and jump up on the foot of my bed. You know, to come say 'Hi' to me or whatever. So that's what I thought it was and so I would look down to the foot of my bed, totally expecting to see one of our cats, and there was nothing there. And then I remember there was one night where I decided to close my door. I'm still trying to convince myself that it was one of our cats so I closed my bedroom door.

Throughout the night this was happening. And then it happened two separate times in a row in the morning when I was laying in bed awake. The first time it was probably around 6:30 AM or something and it just threw me majorly because I knew that I was awake. Not fifteen minutes after the first one, it happened again. And so, at that point in time, I'm thinking this just doesn't seem normal. It's weird. I had started to believe in the possibility of paranormal activity but I didn't understand what kind of paranormal activity that could be. Later that same day, I was talking to my older sister whose room is next to mine, or was next to mine, and I was explaining to her the story and she turns so pale and she says, 'Okay, I'm not kidding, the exact same thing has been happening to me.' I remember just being so freaked out at that point in time because, like, I'm not the only one experiencing these weird, abnormal disturbances. So it would happen really consistently like that and then it would go for a few weeks with nothing. And over time it just kind of fizzled out. It just sorta stopped. And my opinion, at this point, was that maybe we had a ghost cat and I know that sounds a little crazy and to some people that might seem ridiculous but if people's spirits can stay around why couldn't animal's spirits?”

Source: Quoting Kat Rose / KatsWonderland from the Youtube video MY GHOST STORIES

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NOTE: as far as paranormal activity in an old farmhouse, the phenomenon experienced by Kat Rose is fairly benign...though, to a child, it had to be scary. Trickster entities, especially those that have a habit of knocking, usually indicates an Earthbound energy seeking attention. Cat and dog spirits can be uncomfortable. My female Dalmatian / Beagle 'Angel' was pestered by a cat spirit when she was still alive. She'd lay down on the couch sleeping, when the cat spirit would literally jump on her. Needless to say, Angel was a very nervous dog because of these incidents. Lon

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Sunday, March 26, 2017

Perceptive Patriots


I believe the time has come for a group of perceptive patriots combine their collective consciousness & extrasensory gifts in order to help pave the way for nonpartisan inquiry into the Trump campaign & administration by the criminal investigative factions within the United States government.

It has become apparent that some members of the GOP and right-wing media are undertaking an obvious effort of providing political cover for President Donald Trump and producing spurious information in the attempt to deflect attention from possible acts of treason and criminal sedition by elements associated with the Trump campaign & administration.

This group of perceptive patriots should include socially liberal & like-minded members who possess psychic, omnipresence, remote sensing and mystic abilities.

A 'little push' or influence in the right direction may go a long way towards obtaining the truth & prosecuting those responsible. Your thoughts are encouraged.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Mammi Jane


Most grandmothers want to be remembered by their families. If that means that they come back in the afterlife to check up on their loved ones, then so be it. But maybe there are other reasons for their haunting activity. This local account was told to me several years ago:

One Fall night many years ago, Hennie Becker, of Hunterstown, Pennsylvania, curled up in bed with a new book. At about ten o’clock she happened to glance up from the pages. Her grandmother was standing beside the bed. There would have been nothing odd about that, except that Mammi Jane had been dead for several years and was buried at the family homestead in Lancaster Co. But still, Hennie recognized her immediately even though the apparition was that of a younger woman dressed in a plain frock and a white 'prayer cap.' A feeling of warmth and love filled the room as the ghost smiled down at Hennie and nodded. Hennie called out to her husband, but the ghost vanished before he came into the bedroom. He contended that she had been dreaming. She insisted she had not. Suddenly all the window shades in the room snapped up at once. "Well, that's Mammi Jane", her husband said with a chuckle, remembering that his wife’s grandmother had been a bit playful, and not as reverent as most Mennonite grandmothers. Perhaps Hennie had not been dreaming.

Hennie believed her grandmother materialized at that moment to see her first great-grandson, Hennie’s baby, who had been born recently. She herself had cared for Hennie as an infant and Mammi Jane remained close to Hennie and her family over the years. Mammi Jane’s ghost returned again several years later when the Beckers moved to Mt. Holly Springs. Pat had lovingly transformed a small room into a family memento space, with old folk art, photographs, books and her ancestors’ antiques.

One day Hennie found a frame with a photo of Mammi Jane and another photo of her husband's grandparents laying face down on the floor. The glass was not broken; the hanger was still attached to the plaster wall. Hennie placed the framed photos back on the wall, but several days later found it again face down on the floor. This time the hook had come out of the wall. She found a sturdier hanger and put the picture back up. But the picture and its hanger continued to fall. Sometimes it was on the floor early in the morning; at other times, Hennie found it there after coming home later in the day. Hennie’s husband thought the picture either fell because of some vibrations or that the family cat knocked it down. Yet that picture was the only one of the many wall hangings disturbed. One of the Becker sons had his own opinion. He suggested to his mother that Mammi Jane had come back because she didn’t like being in the same frame as his father's grandparents! For a time the family joked about the suggestion.

When Hennie's parents came to visit, she told them about the falling frame. Her mother offered another explanation. In her later years, perhaps due to dementia, Mammi Jane was determined to destroy all photographs of herself. She had thrown away every photograph that she could find, and even cut her own image out of all the group pictures in the family albums. Hennie had never known about that. Hennie had no idea whether Mammi Jane really was continuing her crusade to erase photographic proof of her existence even after death. Perhaps she was and perhaps she eventually gave up. Mammi Jane was not heard from again.

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Route 30: Pennsylvania's Haunted Highway


Tuesday, February 21, 2017

'IT' Stood in the Confessional


M Uebershall wrote in to tell her story of encountering a weird entity in a church:

NOTE: This comment was made in reference to an entity with a 'camel-like head'

“Yep! Head of a camel. Sort of... I thought more of a sheep, but one could say camel. Seen that. Long ago. It was in a small town in Germany where I lived with my granddad and grandmother. I don't think I was going school at the time but still old enough to remember. Must have been 1973/74, I reckon.

There were two (still have now) churches, both Roman Catholic. The one on the main road used to be unlocked during daytime. My Nan went in (no other people in at that time) to say a prayer or to light a candle or both. I asked whether I could have a wander around to look at the wall paintings and figures of Saints in detail (that were everywhere). As long as I wouldn't "run" or make noise she said I could look around. So I did for maybe 5 to 10 min.

My Nan was now chatting to a lady in a corner close to the altar. I was down the other end. On one side were all the confessionals. All empty of course at the time (or so I thought). Being a nosy little devil, I had to peep through one of the windows of each one...maybe 3 or 5 of these were there. Just before the last one, I peep in and there IT stood at the place where usually the "confessor" would be seated. It kind of looked up at me... it looked dark, it wore a suit or something. I turned and ran. I was scolded for running (sh*tting myself I did, really scared). I told Nan to look into each confessional on way out. She did. She told me to look too to make me see there is nothing unusual. I looked. The "one" was empty too. But I could see the empty little bench in there (but IT stood. It never sat on anything). Clearly I could see the grey velvet seat cushion and on the cushion was a small book, like a prayer book. No book in the other alcoves. Of course, I didn't sleep for the entire week as we lived right next to the other Roman Catholic church. Still puzzled. To this day, I know I had seen something."

Source: Youtube comments

JLB - Beyond Creepy


NOTE: Was it a child's imagination...or an actually entity? Lon

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Manual for Spiritual Warfare

The Dictionary of Demons: Names of the Damned


Sunday, January 15, 2017

Legacy of 'The Professor'


In 1944, Manly Palmer Hall, a Rosicrucian and a member of the Philosophical Research Society wrote The Secret Destiny of America. The following is an excerpt from his text:

On July 4, 1776, in the old State House in Philadelphia, a group of patriotic men were gathered for the solemn purpose of proclaiming the liberty of the American colonies. From the letters of Thomas Jefferson which are preserved in the Library of Congress, there is considerable data concerning this portentous session.

If the Revolutionary War failed every man who was about to sign the parchment lying on the table would be subject to the penalty of death for high treason. It should also be remembered that the delegates representing the various colonies were not entirely of one mind as to the policies which should dominate the new nation.

There were several speeches. In the balcony patriotic citizens crowded all available space and listened attentively to the proceedings. Jefferson expressed himself with great vigor; and John Adams, of Boston, spoke and with great strength. The Philadelphia printer, Dr. Benjamin Franklin, quiet and calm as usual, spoke his mind with well chosen words. The lower doors were locked and a guard was posted to prevent interruption.

According to Jefferson, it was late in the afternoon before the delegates gathered their courage to the sticking point. The talk was about axes, scaffolds, and the gibbet, when suddenly a strong, bold voice sounded..."Gibbet! They may stretch our necks on all the gibbets in the land; they may turn every rock into a scaffold; every tree into a gallows; every home into a grave, and yet the words of that parchment can never die! They may pour our blood on a thousand scaffolds, and yet from every drop that dyes the axe a new champion of freedom will spring into birth! The British King may blot out the stars of God from the sky, but he cannot blot out His words written on that parchment there. The works of God may perish: His words never!

"The words of this declaration will live in the world long after our bones are dust. To the mechanic in his workshop they will speak hope: to the slave in the mines freedom: but to the coward kings, these words will speak in tones of warning they cannot choose but hear...

"Sign that parchment! Sign, if the next moment the gibbet's rope is about your neck! Sign, if the next minute this hall rings with the clash of falling axes! Sign, by all your hopes in life or death, as men, as husbands, as fathers, brothers, sign your names to the parchment, or be accursed forever! Sign, and not only for yourselves, but for all ages, for that parchment will be the textbook of freedom, the bible of the rights of man forever.

"Nay, do not start and whisper with surprise! It is truth, your own hearts witness it: God proclaims it. Look at this strange band of exiles and outcasts, suddenly transformed into a people; a handful of men, weak in arms, but mighty in God-like faith; nay, look at your recent achievements, your Bunker Hill, your Lexington, and then tell me, if you can, that God has not given America to be free!

"It is not given to our poor human intellect to climb to the skies, and to pierce the Council of the Almighty One. But methinks I stand among the awful clouds which veil the brightness of Jehovah's throne.

"Methinks I see the recording Angel come trembling up to that throne and speak his dread message. 'Father, the old world is baptized in blood. Father, look with one glance of Thine eternal eye, and behold evermore that terrible sight, man trodden beneath the oppressor's feet, nations lost in blood, murder, and superstition, walking hand in hand over the graves of the victims, and not a single voice of hope to man!'

"He stands there, the Angel, trembling with the record of human guilt. But hark! The voice of God speaks from out the awful cloud: ‘Let there be light again! Tell my people, the poor and oppressed, to go out from the old world, from oppression and blood, and build My altar in the new.'

"As I live, my friends, I believe that to be His voice! Yes, were my soul trembling on the verge of eternity, were this hand freezing in death, were this voice choking in the last struggle, I would still, with the last impulse of that soul, with the last wave of that hand, with the last gasp of that voice, implore you to remember this truth--God has given America to be free!

"Yes, as I sank into the gloomy shadows of the grave, with my last faint whisper I would beg you to sign that parchment for the sake of those millions whose very breath is now hushed in intense expectation as they look up to you for the awful words: ‘You are free.'"


The unknown speaker fell exhausted into his seat. The delegates, carried away by his enthusiasm, rushed forward. John Hancock scarcely had time to pen his bold signature before the quill was grasped by another. It was done. (*NOTE: After finalizing the text on July 4, Congress issued the Declaration of Independence in several forms. It was initially published as a printed broadside that was widely distributed and read to the public. The most famous version of the Declaration, a signed copy that is usually regarded as the Declaration of Independence, is on display at the National Archives in Washington, D.C. Although the wording of the Declaration was approved on July 4, the date of its signing has been disputed. Most historians have concluded that it was signed nearly a month after its adoption, on August 2, 1776, and not on July 4 as is commonly believed. The original July 4 United States Declaration of Independence manuscript was lost while all other copies have been derived from this original document...Lon)

The delegates turned to express their gratitude to the unknown speaker for his eloquent words. He was not there.

Who was this strange man, who seemed to speak with a divine authority, whose solemn words gave courage to the doubters and sealed the destiny of the new nation?

Unfortunately, no one knows.

His name is not recorded; none of those present knew him; or if they did, not one acknowledged the acquaintance.

How he had entered into the locked and guarded room is not told, nor is there any record of the manner of his departure.

No one claimed to have seen him before, and there is no mention of him after this single episode. Only his imperishable speech bears witness to his presence.

There are many interesting implications in his words.

He speaks of the ‘rights of man,' although Thomas Paine's book by that name was not published until thirteen years later.

He mentions the all-seeing eye of God which was afterwards to appear on the reverse of the Great Seal of the new nation.

In all, there is much to indicate that the unknown speaker was one of the agents of the secret Order, guarding and directing the destiny of America.

Some time ago, an eastern publisher suggested to me that an interesting and important title for a book would be, One Hundred Thousand Years of Man's Unknown History. This publisher was a great reader of history; and it was his observation that nearly all great causes are furthered by mysterious and obscure persons who receive little or no credit for the part which they have played.

To write the history of these men would be to write the history of the Order of the Quest, the story of the unknown philosophers. Some, like Francis Bacon, come to high estate; but most of the unknowns work obscurely through other men, who gain the credit and the fame.

In an old book of rules used by the brothers of the secret orders, is the following: "Our brothers shall wear the dress and practice the customs of those nations to which they travel so that they shall not be conspicuous or convey any appearance that is different or unusual. Under no condition shall they reveal their true identity, or the work which they have come to accomplish; but shall accomplish all things secretly and without violating the laws or statutes of the countries in which they work."

Of those who did not ‘reveal their true identity', or the work which they came to accomplish, one is the mysterious Professor who inspired the design of our flag, and remains unknown and unnamed. And similarly, another is the unknown speaker whose words removed indecision about signing the Declaration of Independence; it is not known who he was, and the incident is preserved only in a rare old book, the very existence of which it is difficult to prove.

It is reasonably conceivable that in secrecy and anonymity well ordered aid has been given to the struggle for human equity and justice that has been America's destiny through the past into our present time. It is our duty and our privilege to contribute what we can to this Universal plan. It will go on, served by the unknowns, until the Platonic empire is established on the earth, and the towers of the new Atlantis rise from the ruins of a materialistic and selfish world. - 'The Secret Destiny of America' - Manly Palmer Hall - 1944

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Francis Bacon (1561–1626) was one of the leading figures in natural philosophy and in the field of scientific methodology in the period of transition from the Renaissance to the early modern era. As a lawyer, member of Parliament, and Queen's Counsel, Bacon wrote on questions of law, state and religion, as well as on contemporary politics; but he also published texts in which he speculated on possible conceptions of society, and he pondered questions of ethics even in his works on natural philosophy.

After his studies at Trinity College, Cambridge and Gray's Inn, London, Bacon did not take up a post at a university, but instead tried to start a political career. Although his efforts were not crowned with success during the era of Queen Elizabeth, under James I he rose to the highest political office, Lord Chancellor. Bacon's international fame and influence spread during his last years, when he was able to focus his energies exclusively on his philosophical work, and even more so after his death.

Throughout his life, Francis Bacon's fondest hope was the, creation of a Utopia across the Atlantic, the realization of his "New Atlantis" in the form of a society of free men, governed by sages and scientists, in which his Freemasonic and Rosicrucian principles would govern the social, political and economic life of the new nation. It was for this reason why, as Lord Chancellor, he took such an active interest in the colonization of America, and why he sent his son to Virginia as one of the early colonists. For it was in America, through the pen of Thomas Paine and the writings of Thomas Jefferson, as well as through the revolutionary activities of his many Rosicrucian-Freemasonic followers, most prominent among whom were George Washington and Benjamin Franklin, that he hoped to create a new nation dedicated to his political philosophy.

In his Secret Destiny of America, Manly Hall, Bacon's most understanding modern scholar, refers to the appearance in America, prior to the signing of the Declaration of Independence in 1776, of a mysterious Rosicrucian philosopher, a strict vegetarian who ate only foods that grew above the ground, who was a friend and teacher of Franklin and Washington and who seemed to have played an important role in the founding of the new republic. Why most historians failed to mention him is a puzzle, for that he existed is a certainty.

He was known as the "Professor." Together with Franklin and Washington, he was a member of the committee selected by the Continental Congress in 1775 to create a design for the American Flag. The design he made was accepted by the committee and given to Betsy Ross to execute into the first model.

A year later, on July 4, 1776, this mysterious stranger, whose name nobody knew, suddenly appeared in Independence Hall and delivered a stirring address to the fearful men there gathered, who were wondering whether they should risk their lives as traitors by affixing their names to the memorable document which Thomas Jefferson wrote and of whose ideals Francis Bacon, founder of Freemasonry and Rosicrucianism, was the true originator. - 'Great Secret: Count St. Germain' - Raymond Bernard

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So who was 'The Professor'? Some say it was the spectre of Sir Francis Bacon. There was talk that the Count of St. Germain, the 18th-century adventurer/scientist/charlatan and mysterious gentleman who claimed to be centuries old, was the mystery man. His contemporaries referred to him as 'The Wonderman'. Manly Hall wrote:

"Many times the question has been asked: Was Francis Bacon's vision of the 'New Atlantis' a prophetic dream of the great civilization which was so soon to rise upon the soil of the New World? It cannot be doubted that the secret societies of. Europe conspired to establish upon the American continent 'a new nation conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that 'all men are created equal.' Two incidents in the early history of the United States evidence the influence of that Secret Body, which has so long guided the destinies of peoples and religions. By them nations are created as vehicles for the promulgation of ideals, and while nations are true to these ideals they survive; when they vary from them, they vanish like the Atlantis of old which had ceased to 'know the gods.'"

In Robert Allen Campbell's "Our Flag" he details an obscure, but most important, episode of American history...the designing of the Colonial flag of 1775. The account involves a mysterious man concerning whom no information is available other than that he was on familiar terms with both General Washington and Dr. Benjamin Franklin. The following description of him is taken from Campbell's treatise:

"Little seems to have been known concerning this old gentleman; and in the materials from which this account is compiled, his name is not even once mentioned, for he is uniformly spoken of or referred to as 'the Professor.' He was evidently far beyond his threescore and ten years; and he often referred to historical events of more than a century previous just as if he had been a living witness to their occurrence; still he was erect, vigorous and active—hale, hearty and clear-minded, as strong and energetic every way as in the prime of life. He was tall, of fine figure, perfectly easy, very dignified in his manners, being at once courteous, gracious and commanding. He was, for those times, and considering the customs of the Colonists, very peculiar in his method of living; for he ate no flesh, fowl or fish; he never used for food any 'green thing', any roots or anything unripe; he drank no liquor, wine or ale; but confined his diet to cereals and their products, fruits that were ripened on the stem in the sun, nuts, mild tea and the sweet of honey, sugar and molasses. [ Editor's note: The Comte de Saint Germain's same abstemious behavior regarding food was well documented in Europe.]

"He was well educated, highly cultivated, of extensive as well as varied information, and very studious. He spent considerable of his time in the patient and persistent scanning of a number of very rare old books and ancient manuscripts which he seemed to be deciphering, translating or rewriting. These books, and manuscripts, together with his own writings, he never showed to anyone; and he did not even mention them in his conversations with the family, except in the most casual way; and he always locked them up carefully in a large, old-fashioned, cubically shaped, iron-bound, heavy oaken chest, whenever he left his room, even for his meals. He took long and frequent walks alone, sat on the brows of the neighboring hills, or mused in the midst of the green and flower-gemmed meadows. He was fairly liberal — but in no way lavish — in spending his money, with which he was well supplied. He was a quiet, though a very genial and very interesting member of the family; and he was seemingly at home upon any and every topic coming up in conversation. He was, in short, one whom everyone would notice and respect, whom few would feel well acquainted with, and whom no one would presume to question concerning himself — as to whence he came, why he tarried or whither he journeyed."

"By something more than a mere coincidence, the committee appointed by the Colonial Congress to design a flag accepted an invitation to be guests, while at Cambridge, of the family with which the Professor was staying. It was here that General Washington joined them for the purpose of deciding upon a fitting emblem. By the signs that passed between them, it was evident that General Washington and Doctor Franklin recognized the Professor, and by unanimous approval, he was invited to become an active member of the committee. During the proceedings which followed, the Professor was treated with the most profound respect and all his suggestions immediately acted upon. He submitted a pattern which he considered symbolically appropriate for the new flag, and this was unhesitatingly accepted by the six other members of the committee, who voted that the arrangement suggested by the Professor be forthwith adopted. After the episode of the flag, the Professor quickly vanished; and nothing further is known concerning him." - 'Our Flag' (The Evolution of the Stars and Stripes) - Robert Allen Campbell - 1890

NOTE: The incident with the mysterious speaker is most likely true. Thomas Jefferson noted that there was loud applause during the speech by this stranger. Is it too hard to believe that one person stirred this discordant group of men into a sudden unified body that declared their independence from the British Crown? Was it possibly divine intervention...or, by chance, an emissary from an alternate universe? The grand experiment of representative democracy may have been induced by the words of a supernatural being. Lon

Sources:
- The Secret Destiny of AmericaOccultism Books)
- 'The Role of Kabbalah in the founding of the United States of America' - Rabbi Ariel Bar Tzadok - 1998
- Great Secret Count St Germain
- 'Washington and His Generals: or, Legends of the Revolution' - George Lippard - 1847
- 'Our Flag' (The Evolution of the Stars and Stripes) - Robert Allen Campbell - 1890
- plato.stanford.edu
- ascension-research.org


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