Paranormal UK - Issue 64 2012

Issue 64
The Black Art

The Spider God
The Sale Moor Disturbance
MIRACLES,
PROPHECIES
AND THE TRUTH AGENDA
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KNOWING YOU, KNOWING US

Like the proverbial phoenix from the ashes,
Paranormal magazine shall rise again and indeed it has
a top quality quarterly electronic edition available on a
range of platforms. In this, the first issue in the new
format, we introduce a brand new section entitled, Open
Tom Main
Skies, Open Minds, which deals with certain aspects of
Ufology, plus other material that normally does not appear
in other publications. UFOs Here and Now, is written by Dave Hodrien, the
chairman of the Birmingham UFO group (BUFOG), while researcher John
McTear looks at the political implications of this phenomena, and Oliver
Hallen shows that UFOs may well be another unexpected aspect of the
paranormal. The other slot, entitled Doorways, is taken up by Wm Michael
(Mike) Mott from Mississippi in the USA who presents us with examples of
the strange, the weird and downright bizarre.
In addition, we have articles dealing with a full range of subjects falling
under the general heading of the paranormal, and included in these are a
couple of truly fascinating ideas; one, Life on The Other Side, considers
what it might be like to pass over into the afterlife. Sandie Gustus suggests
rather intriguingly, that rather than a final shut down of everything we are,
physical death is little more than a change of address. I have no intention of
spoiling your enjoyment by giving too much away, but much of what she
says presents a direct challenge to the rationalists out there who are
adamant that death is final, and consciousness does not - and cannot survive in any way, shape or form.
Another piece that deserves special attention comes from Richard
Freeman, the Zoological Director of the Centre for Fortean Zoology, and
looks at the seldom discussed subject of Tulpas, or animated and
actualised thought forms. In other words, these entities (it is difficult to find
another suitable analogy) are created by an act of will alone, something that
has more than a whiff of chaos magick about it. In chaos magick the
practitioner projects their will out into the cosmos (a kind of fake it till you
make it concept) and if they have carried out the rituals correctly their
wish/desire manifests in the physical world. If not then the practitioner is
likely to have it rebound right back at them.
In this rather worrying account Richard explains how he managed to
create a viable spider entity using what has to be an ad hoc and remarkably
effective approach. In the course of the account we learn about other
attempts at creating entities out of nothing. One rather famous attempt was
the so-called Phillip Experiment, where a group of psychic researchers tried,
with some apparent success, to invent an English nobleman called,
appropriately enough, Phillip. This experiment has actually been recreated
several times since with varying degrees of success by other groups all over
the world; the important thing is that they all managed to create something.
However, just what this something actually is, is anyones guess, because
it might just be that what they have produced might be genuinely magickal in
nature and have no connection to the traditional spirit realm in any form. This
of course assumes that we have any real idea of what the spirit realm actually is
and how it functionsand in fact, despite many impassioned claims to the
contrary, we do not. In this sense the two articles mentioned here are both
examples of the same concept, but looked at from different perspectives, and
what both do show is just how endlessly fascinating it really is.
To consider an afterlife as another form of existence, and to actively
communicate with it, is magick by any other name and to create (conjure?) a
living creature by a force of will alone is an outright magickal process. In fact,
if one thinks about it, religion is little more than a legitimised form of magick
(yes, the spelling is deliberate) and it can be difficult to decide which one
legitimised the other. However, if one considers that magick has been
around for millennia longer than monotheism, then it soon becomes clear
that magick legitimised religion.
Incidentally, its not often that I will promote any one individual, but every so
often someone appears on the paranormal scene offering something a little
different and on Jan 2011 Don Philips & his team G.S.I Paranormal UK did just
that. Last year they began making waves with the release of their investigation
footage on You-tube; this resulted in Don being invited onto chat shows, filming
with ITV and giving radio interviews. So whats different about G.S.I?
Don has an uncanny independently witnessed ability to speak with
spirits, whilst many groups struggle for good EVPs, there is little doubt that
the spirits are more than willing to speak with Don. Not only do they reply to
him, but most of the time they do so very loudly and clearly. Don and his
group are now gathering a sizeable following remarkably quickly and are
poised to be the leading paranormal investigation team in the UK. Don is also
well known for travelling the country assisting anyone reporting activity in
their homes and claims a 100% success rate.
Traditional methods of house clearing such as the use of sage / holy
water etc, which are known to be effective in some case, are not those that
Don chooses to use. No one is sure exactly what he does, (he says he is not a
medium, but in my humble opinion he has to be), but he enters a haunted
location empty handed and it would appear that all activity has ceased by the
time he leaves. G.S.I Paranormal U.K will be shooting a new TV series later
this year, which, if the You-tube video evidence is anything to go, by should be
a huge success. More information including footage can be found at
www.gsiparanormal.com and to quote Top Gears Jeremy Clarkson, on that
bombshell Ill sign off.
Brian Allan
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26 THE ASWANGS OF
ANTIPOLO
In this feature, Dr Karl Shuker
delves into the folklore of the
Philippines and finds vampires
there too.
Contents
32 DOORWAYS
34 UFOS HERE AND

NOW: A DUAL
ABDUCTION CASE
Respected and pioneering
Ufologist Dave Hodrien sets out an
example, illustrating just how
enigmatic this subject is.
40 RAISING THE
SPIDER GOD
Richard Freeman presents the
terrifying prospect that thoughts
in the form of tulpas can be
made real, in this account he
creates a spider.
06 THE BARBADOS
COFFIN MYSTERY:
16 THE GOLDEN LION

PUB HAUNTING
Lionel and Patricia Fanthorpe bring

one of the most fascinating (and still
unexplained) paranormal mysteries
yet under the microscope, the
bizarre and unsettling case of the
Barbados Coffins.
Darren Ritson returns to a haunted

pub and discovers that the spirits
are not all necessarily in the
bottles.
09 MAKING LIGHT OF
DARK MATTERS
Martin Higgins introduces us to a

truly fascinating concept
suggesting that Out of Body
Experience (OOBE) can be
induced at will by artificial means,
and that Quantum Physics may
hold the answers to reality itself.
In this rather technical piece,

Richard T Cole shows that the
paranormal may be affected by
matters other than spiritual. It also
raises the question; did the
paranormal exist before the Big
Bang?
12 EXORCISM!
Psychological, Psycho-Sexual or
Paranormal? The psychically gifted
Terry Stokes sets out some
examples of where the paranormal
can be called into question.
04 paranormalmagazine.co.uk
Mike Mott presents a remarkable

account of encounters with
hitherto unknown entities hidden
in the voids of inner-space, deep
below the surface of the earth. Are
they the ancient templates for
devils and demons? Find out here!
19 THE INNERSPACE
ODYSSEY
22 THE WEIRDEST 60TH

BIRTHDAY.EVER!!
Another welcome contribution
from Mike Oram, this time about
the enigmatic events that occurred
just before his birthday. As you will
discover, Mike is also in regular
contact with an ET.
Contents
44 THE SALE MOOR

DISTURBANCE
Steve Mera reports on paranormal
phenomena and how it can affect
and blight the lives of average,
normal people.
50 THE SARAGOSSA
GHOST
An eerie tale, this time from
Spain, which concerns an
absolutely classic case of
haunting; but by what?
52 THE GIFTS OF
FRIENDS, THE
KINDNESS OF
STRANGERS
In this account from Ellis Taylor, we
discover that perhaps we should
be careful who we invite into our
houses at Christmas.
56 PORTALS, FACT OR
FICTION?
78 READERS
EXPERIENCES
Investigator Don Phillips reveals

some genuinely fascinating
images of what he says is a
dimensional portal
Reader Ruby Winchester sends in

a selection of personal
supernatural encounters
58 THE SPIRIT
OF WEEDON
Karen Parham relives her eerie and
unnerving account of what she
saw while returning home late one
evening in rural Northamptonshire.
79 READERS LETTERS
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62 THE BLACK ART:

MAGIC IN THE
SHADOWS
Stephen Wakefield looks at the
unnerving and dangerous practise
of Black Magic.
66 TEMPLAR
MECHANICS AND
SACRED GEOMETRY OF
THE KNIGHTS
Sacred Geometry; fact or fancy?
The indefatigable Dan Green
looks at the painstaking work of
Tony Peart
70 FIELD THEORY AND

THE PARANORMAL
Is photographic evidence of the
paranormal a possibility or just
wishful thinking? Hugh Fairman
sets out the case and lets us see
his evidence.
The Barbados
Coffin
Mystery
By Lionel and Patricia
Fanthorpe
THE FAMOUS ACCOUNTS OF THE MOVING COFFINS IN THE CHASEELLIOTT VAULT IN CHRIST CHURCH CEMETERY IN OISTINS, BARBADOS,
ARE THE BEST KNOWN OF FOUR VERY SIMILAR MYSTERIES.
INTO THE UNKNOWN
The Authors
at the
Barbados
Tomb
Apart from the Barbados story itself, reports of coffins

that apparently moved of their own volition also came
from Arensburg (currently called Kuressaare) on the
Baltic Island of Oesel (now renamed Saaremaa). In 1844
(a good twenty years after the Barbados accounts) the
Arensburg coffins were reported to have moved inexplicably
in a vault under a chapel belonging to the Buxhoewden
family. Baron de Guldenstubbe launched an official enquiry
into the affair. One account of the Arensburg moving coffin
mystery can be found in Footfalls on the Boundary of Another
World written by Robert Dale Owen in 1859.
A brilliant thinker and a logical, rational investigator,
Robert Dale Owen (1801 1877) served as a United States

Representative and was also a United States Minister to the
Kingdom of the Two Sicilies at Naples from 1853 1858. He
heard about the Arensburg phenomenon from some German
Baltic aristocrats whom he met in Paris. There are further
references to the Arensburg case in the 31st and 32nd issues
of the Journal of the Society for Psychical Research, which
date back over a century. The European Magazine of 1815,
which pre-dated the Barbados reports by four years,
contained an account from Stanton in Suffolk of coffins in a
vault in the local churchyard that had been inexplicably
moved on several occasions. This case was referred to by
Lionel & Patricia Fanthorpe
Nathan Lucas, one of the witnesses to the Barbados events,

who wrote an account of them in 1824.
Frederick Apthorp Paley (1815 1888), a brilliant
academic and classical scholar, was the son of the Rector of
Gretford, near Stamford. In Notes and Queries for November
9th, 1867, Paley writes of coffins in a vault in his fathers parish
that were found to have been moved mysteriously on more
than one occasion when the vault was opened for additional
interments. In three of those four reports of moving coffins, it
was indicated that evidence was lacking because the events
had been hushed up or totally denied for the sake of the
bereaved families concerned.
The Chase-Elliot vault in Christ Church Parish cemetery
in Oistins seems to have been built in 1724 for the
Honourable James Elliot but he may never have been
interred in it. He was the son of the Honourable Richard
Elliot, and the husband of Elizabeth, daughter of the
Honourable Thomas Waldron a wealthy sugar plantation
owner. James died on May 14th, 1724 but does not seem
to have been interred there. Other accounts, however,
suggest that his widow, Elizabeth, died in 1792 and was
buried in the vault. When Thomasina Goddard was placed in
the vault in 1807, the burial party were surprised to find it
empty. What had happened to Elizabeths body interred
there fifteen years earlier? That adds another element of
mystery to the enigma of the moving coffins.
Chase-Elliot vault
One interesting sideline on the case suggests that strange

banging sounds were heard issuing from the vault from time
to time, and this discouraged Elliot from using it. When we
were lecturing on the mystery in Lowestoft a few years ago,
we came across the theory that the coffins had been moved
by giant puffball fungi which are said to be capable of lifting
paving stones! Valentine Dyall (1908 - 1985) wrote an
account of the Barbados coffin mystery in Everybodys
Weekly on July 19th, 1952. Shortly afterwards he received a
letter from Gregory Ames, who was then living at 50 Bonser
Road in Twickenham. Greg enclosed a copy of a letter from
his great-grandfather dated Christmas Day, 1820.
The writer had been a close relative of the infant Samuel
Brewster Ames, whose body had been among those buried
in the Chase Elliot vault.
The writer was of the opinion that the strange sounds

and the movements of the coffins were caused by giant
puffball fungi, of a type known to grow in Honduras. His
theory was that they grew under a coffin, moved it: and
then disintegrated completely after exploding, leaving
no trace. Not impossible - but a farmer in our
audience brought a giant fungus he had found in his
barn so that we could experiment with it. We duly
sealed it into a large plastic bag and stored it in the
lecture room cupboard. After two full terms it showed
no signs whatever of either exploding or
disintegrating. We concluded that had fungus
remains ever been found in the Barbados vault, they
would have been noticed. We certainly found no
trace of them when we examined the vault ourselves
while making a BBC documentary about it.
The vault is partly underground and measures
approximately four metres by two and a half. Its
ceiling is high enough for a person to stand upright
in it. The top appears flat from outside, but is
domed when looked at from the inside. The ChaseElliot vault is constructed of blocks of coral-stone.
The entrance, through which a visitor descends the
stairs, was originally covered by a heavy slab of
blue Devonshire marble.
Because James Elliot, its builder, was never
interred there, the first interment was that of Mrs
Thomasina Goddard on July 13th, 1807. The Chase family
then acquired the vault. The current church is the fifth one to
occupy the site, and was built in 1935. The first church, built
in 1629, on the orders of the Governor, Sir William Tufton,
was destroyed by a devastating flood forty years later when
coffins and human remains were spread across the beach.
The second church was destroyed by hurricane in 1780, and
the third, again by hurricane in 1831 barely ten years after
the Chase Elliot vault phenomena. The rebuilt church, the
fourth one, burnt down and had to be re-constructed in 1935.
THE FIRST CHURCH, BUILT IN 1629, ON THE ORDERS OF THE

GOVERNOR, SIR WILLIAM TUFTON, WAS DESTROYED BY A
DEVASTATING FLOOD FORTY YEARS LATER WHEN COFFINS
AND HUMAN REMAINS WERE SPREAD ACROSS THE BEACH.
was ordered to be chipped away. Thomas Chases coffin was

half-way up the stairs the rest were in wild disarray.
Combermere ordered them to be buried in separate graves
in the Christ Church cemetery, and the vault to be left open.
It was still open when we made our BBC documentary. Are
there any answers? Flood water perhaps? An extremely
localised earthquake? Some researchers have even
suggested that it never really happened.
Vault
interior
Vault interior
facing exit
Colonel Thomas Chase, the head of the family, was said

in some accounts to have been cruel and vicious, and was
described by more than one early chronicler as the most
hated man on the island. His infant daughter, two-year-old
Mary Ann Maria Chase, was buried alongside the body of
Thomasina Goddard on February 22nd, 1808. On July 6th,
1812, Chases other daughter, Dorcas, was laid to rest. Some
early accounts suggest that her fathers cruelty had been
largely responsible for her death. One version of the moving
coffins story states that Mary and Thomasina lay undisturbed.
Another version maintains that their coffins had moved when
Dorcas was brought in to join them. Just over a month later,
Thomas himself died. When the vault was opened to receive
him, the coffins of both his daughters had moved: Marys
little lead coffin was upside down in one corner. The coffins
were all re-arranged in order, and the heavy blue marble slab
was placed back over the entrance.
The eleven-month-old infant, Samuel Brewster Ames,
related to the Gregory Ames who had written to Valentine
Dyall concerning the fungus theory, was laid to rest in the
vault on September 25th, 1816. The coffins apart from
Thomasina Goddards were found out of place, and it
needs to be noted that Thomas Chase had been a big man.
It would have needed seven or eight people to move his large
lead coffin. Kevin Farmer, the Curator for History and
Archaeology in the Barbados Museum, describes the size
and weight of it in his excellent video documentary about
the vault.
Once again the coffins were re-arranged, and the vault
was closed up again until November 17th, 1816, when it was
re-opened to receive the body of Samuel Brewster. The
coffins were again all over the place. On July 17th, 1819, the
vault was opened for the body of Thomasina Clark, and once
again the coffins were disarranged. The Governor, Field
Marshall Stapleton Cotton, First Viscount Combermere,
became involved. He and his staff, along with prominent
citizens like Nathan Lucas, made a thorough examination of
the vault: no loose stones, no secret passages, nothing in the
least suspicious. Combermere ordered the coffins to be rearranged, coral-stone sand strewn on the floor, and the slab
that covered the entrance to be cemented in place with
identifying marks and seals in the cement. All this was duly
carried out.
On April 18th, 1820, the vault was re-opened on
Combermeres orders. The seals were all intact. The cement
THE COFFINS
APART FROM
THOMASINA
GODDARDS
WERE FOUND
OUT OF PLACE,
AND IT NEEDS
TO BE NOTED
THAT THOMAS
CHASE HAD
BEEN A BIG
MAN. IT
WOULD HAVE
NEEDED SEVEN
OR EIGHT
PEOPLE TO
MOVE HIS
LARGE LEAD
COFFIN
William Biddle, a very thoughtful and knowledgeable

geographer, has suggested that the destructive convergent
tectonic plate theory involving up-welling magma between the
Atlantic Plate and the Caribbean Plate could have given rise to
a small, localised earthquake that might have moved the
coffins. He also suggested that as the lead for coffins at that
period was reinforced with iron, the Earths magnetic field
might have been involved. If there are paranormal
explanations, some experts on psychic forces have suggested
that the negative personality of Thomas Chase, and the
possibility that more than one of the occupants of the vault
was suspected of suicide, might have unleashed powerful
mysterious forces.
When our friends
Simon Probert and
Pamela Willson visited
the Chase-Elliot tomb
many years ago, they
took a photograph that
showed a strange
skull-like face
surrounded by what 19th
Century spiritualists
would have described as
Photo by
ectoplasm. That
Pamand
photograph, too, remains
Simon at
Barbados
an unsolved mystery!
Tomb
ABOUT THE AUTHOR

The Rev Lionel Fanthorpe is a
world renowned presenter and
author specialising in all aspects
of the weird and wonderful.
Richard T. Cole
MAKING LIGHT OF
DARK MATTERS
Image 1
By Richard T. Cole
THE COLE CURRENT
IN RECENT YEARS, AN UNHOLY TRINITY

OF DARKNESS HAS SEEPED INTO THE
CONTEMPLATIONS OF ASTROPHYSICISTS
AND COSMOLOGISTS IN THE FORM
OF DARK MATTER, DARK ENERGY AND
DARK FLOW.
These terms sound impressive, but are merely artificial constructs
formulated to conceal glaring discrepancies between theoretical
models of our universe and its observed properties. In this essay, I will
outline an elementary solution to arguably the greatest scientific enigma to
emerge in decades a theory that avoids any need to flood space with
two varieties of highly-dubious astronomical filler, and one pointing directly
towards the existence of an entirely new dimension.
According to Big Bang theories, the totality of our world emerged from
a single primeval atom. Approximately 14 billion years ago, and for
reasons unknown, this minute singularity underwent an unimaginably
violent period of growth responsible for creating time, space, and
everything else an eruption of such colossal magnitude that its
shockwave still propels our universe outwards, in all directions, at a rate of
around 1 billion miles per hour.
Whilst exploring these mysteries, researchers made a truly
extraordinary discovery. Painstaking observations of distant supernova
revealed a universe that is not only expanding, but also accelerating! This
bewildering conclusion defies both common sense and the laws of
physics, because (to use a simile) it suggests that shrapnel ejected from
an explosion is speeding up, not slowing down. In a perfect vacuum,
under ideal conditions, material could theoretically maintain 100% of its
initial momentum. However, in reality, gravity alone should drag on the
universe like an anchor.
Image 1 illustrates the acceleration problem by considering an
experiment in which advanced mathematics are used to calculate the
location of galaxy Z, over a five day period (red crosses).
During this time, the galaxys actual position is also determined (from
direct observation) and plotted on the graph (red arrows). The difference
between theoretical and observed position is marked with blue arrows.
For example on day one, computations suggest that Galaxy Z and
Earth are separated by a distance of 4GU (*Galactic Units). In fact, the
observed distance is 5GU. Galaxy Z appears to be travelling at +25% its
theoretically derived maximum velocity. By day two, the differential has
doubled to 2GU. A figure suggesting that Galaxy Z is now exceeding by
50% the speed predicted by all known laws of physics.
PAINSTAKING OBSERVATIONS OF DISTANT

SUPERNOVA REVEALED A UNIVERSE THAT IS NOT
ONLY EXPANDING, BUT ALSO ACCELERATING!
our capacity to detect by direct means, one observed only

with reference to its effect on other objects?
(Similar to techniques used to detect distant planets
by measuring cyclical fluctuations in light from the star
they orbit.)
Image 2
highlights the widening
gap between theory
and reality, during a
seven day period.
If this implausible scenario was not enough to give

cosmologists a headache, their theoretical constructs
received further blows courtesy of two equally bewildering
discoveries. Firstly the universes total estimated mass
does not tally with the motion of stars and galaxies orbiting
distant super-clusters. In order to behave as observed,
space should be heavier, much heavier. Despite
extensive investigation into the problem of missing matter,
science has yet to find any evidence of an elusive
substance that, according to current hypotheses, comprises
of the universe!
Secondly the cosmos is expanding in all
directions, with one notable exception. Objects in a small
patch of the sky, between the southern constellations of
Centaurus and Vela, are converging on a single point that is
seemingly outside our universe (i.e. a place beyond the
distance travelled by light from the Big Bang). Again,
scientists remain unable to explain why galaxies in this
region are drifting towards a mysterious entity dubbed the
Great Attractor.
To reconcile its best-guess theory of the universe with
astronomical observations, cosmologists conjured three
imaginative plugs. The first, labelled Dark Energy, appears
from nowhere to fill gaps created by the expansion of space.
Dark Energys almost Magickal properties include a
capacity to provide the almost infinite energy required to
thrust galaxies apart at ever-increasing velocity. The second,
Dark Matter, is another illusionary bulk sneaked into
equations to balance sums that otherwise deviate from reality
by 75%. The third white rabbit, Dark Flow, is an invisible
tide on which a few galaxies flow. Not surprisingly, growing
numbers of researchers are beginning to wonder if theorems
reliant on such excessive and wholly undetectable padding
contain fundamental flaws.
The seemingly inexplicable chasm separating a universe
predicted by mathematics and that observed by astronomers
has fascinated me for years. My thoughts often struggled to
devise a simple explanation of at least the apparent galactic
acceleration without success. Then, quite recently, whilst
strolling around a local park I noticed a group of children
playing on a roundabout. Watching them spiral round on the
mechanical contraption triggered a curious notion.
It occurred to me that the kids werent actually moving.
The observed motion was a consequence of their
attachment to an external, spinning object. With this in mind,
I began to consider my relationship with a much larger
roundabout, Earth! Planet Earth is hurtling around the sun at
approximately 22 thousand miles per hour. Indeed, our solar
system is whirling around a galaxy that is itself circling the
universe all of which I am blissfully unaware. Suddenly, a
tantalising question popped into my mind:
Is our universe embedded in something that is also
spinning, or spiralling? Is the perceived acceleration of
galaxies a function of angular motion in a dimension beyond
Image 3 views the acceleration problem from a slightly different

perspective, in which our universe is contained within an external,
rotating dimension currently beyond our means of detection.
In this scenario, a cosmologist on Earth (A) still observes

galaxy Z accelerating away from him along a straight line
(AI) but, from our enlightened vantage point, we see that it is
also sweeping out the arc of a circle. To reconcile the
difference between theoretical position and actual location, it
is necessary to add this invisible component to galaxy Zs
observed linear motion.
On day one, theoretical models incorrectly predict that
galaxy Z is located 4GU from Earth. However if its rotational
(sideways) movement (of 3GU) is included, a revised
theoretical position can be calculated using mathematics
discovered by Pythagoras, whose theorem states that the
square of the longest side of a right-angled triangle is equal
to the sum of the squares of its other two sides.
Richard T. Cole
THE SEEMINGLY INEXPLICABLE CHASM

SEPARATING A UNIVERSE PREDICTED BY
MATHEMATICS AND THAT OBSERVED BY
ASTRONOMERS HAS FASCINATED ME
FOR YEARS. MY THOUGHTS OFTEN
STRUGGLED TO DEVISE A SIMPLE
EXPLANATION OF AT LEAST THE
APPARENT GALACTIC ACCELERATION
WITHOUT SUCCESS.
Image 4 depicts this as:
(AB)2 + (BC)2 = (CA)2

16 (or 42) + 9 (or 32) = 25 (or 52)
Line AB is the erroneous distance of 4GU predicted by

extant theories. Line BC is the extra-dimensional, angular
motion of 3GU. Therefore, the square of a corrected
theoretical estimate equals 25GU (16 + 9, or 42 + 32). The
square root of 25 is 5GU a figure confirmed by direct
observation (C).
By day four, the discrepancy between (old) theoretical
position (16GU) and actual location (20GU) has increased to
4GU. Once again, factoring a constant rotational
displacement of 3GU per day (now 12GU) into the equation
gives a revised theoretical distance of 20GU (defined as
(AH)2 + (HI)2 = (IA)2, or 256 + 144 = 400. The square root of
400 is 20GU). Again, a figure precisely matching the actual
distance of galaxy Z obtained from direct observation.
Galaxies are not speeding up as they move farther from
Earth. They are actually travelling at (approximately) constant
velocity along the hypotenuse of a triangle. Astrophysicists
are incorrectly interpreting the increasing differential between
linear and angular motion as acceleration. In short, the
physical impossibility of an accelerating universe, and our
subsequent need to balance the books by filling this with
ever-increasing quantities of undetectable Dark Energy, are

completely negated if we simply assume our universe is
embedded in a larger, rotating dimension. My proposed
version of reality also dispenses with the complexities of Dark
Matter, since the centrifugal (spin) force imparted on our
universe (by the extra dimension in which it rotates) increases
its total mass by the 75% required to reconcile theoretical
predictions with physical observations.
This simple concept sketches an entirely new way of
looking at our universe, and beyond. One, I believe, that
when fully developed will solve the most baffling and
controversial scientific enigma of the last few decades. In this
respect, I welcome correspondence from interested parties
with information supporting, elaborating, or refuting this
tentative proof towards the existence of a hitherto
unsuspected dimension.
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*To avoid a risk of losing the essential principle of this essay

in a sea of impossibly large numbers and complex
mathematics I have simplified theory and illustrations to bare
bones, as noted below.
1 - Galactic Unit is an arbitrary term used to define
distance.
2 - Observed Acceleration figures shown in Image 2
actually occur over millennia. The cumulative effects of
this slow process are compressed into a short (sevenday) experiment.
3 - The Anticipated Acceleration figure of 0% assumes
ideal conditions in which the expanding universe retains
all its initial (Big Bang) momentum. In reality, gravity acts
as a brake, gradually reducing its velocity. The laws of
physics explicitly state that the observed acceleration of
our universe is a physical impossibility.
4 - Pythagoras theorem describes flat planes, whereas space
is curved and more accurately defined by non-Euclidian
(curved surface) geometry. To negate numerous visual
challenges presented by five-dimensional, curved spacetime diagrams and daunting formula describing these,
Images 3 and 4 employ two-dimensional mathematics.
The principle under consideration is applicable to both.
EXORCISM!
By
Terry
Stokes
PSYCHOLOGICAL, PSYCHO-SEXUAL OR PARANORMAL?
THERE IS MUCH ARGUMENT IN THE SPIRITUAL PRESS RIGHT NOW AMONG SCHOLARS,
AS TO WHAT AN EXORCISM REALLY IS. SHOULD IT BE A PSYCHOLOGICAL PROCESS? IS IT
A SPIRITUAL OR PSYCHIATRIC SICKNESS? CAN DEPRESSIVE TREATMENTS HELP? MY OLD
COLLEAGUE, DAVID TYNDALL, WAS FEATURED IN THE NEWSPAPERS RECENTLY.
David, whom I admire greatly for his
expertise, has for some years been a wellknown Christian cleric and he confided in
me that although he is a bible scholar, a
talented psychologist and grief counsellor,
he had attended over thirty-three exorcisms
in his seventeen years in the church. In that
time he had never seen anything which
definitely convinced him of the existence of
the paranormal. Where you draw the
guidelines in these issues is crucial, and for
a man of religion to say he did not believe in
the supernatural, when the religious word
miracle means white magic, and the
sacraments are themselves a magical rite, is
strange indeed.
The Rev. Christopher Neil-Smith
(unfortunately now deceased) would have
queues of people all day long from all over
the country for exorcism, and is rumoured
by inside sources to have helped John
Lennon, just prior to, and maybe during, his
involvement with Yoko Ono and before his
assassination, when he was under close
F.B.I surveillance. Rev. Neil-Smith saw
evidence of the paranormal everywhere he
looked; those who watched him work were
amazed at the speed of his skills, people
came from all over the world to see him and
he taught us so much. The Rev NeilSmith is
reckoned to have conducted over three
thousand exorcisms since 1949 in Britain
alone, and in 1973 the Bishop of London
gave him permission to conduct exorcism
using his own judgement.
Certainly in my prime I was on call for
anywhere in the country, and for many years
could often do one a week, and in all
fairness the amount of times I saw real
phenomena was very rare, yet whenever I
am interviewed for the media, it is these
instances that I have to keep recounting. I
reminded David Tyndall of the Bishop
Thomas (pseudonym) case, and although
this has never reached the public domain, I
know of several of the people involved, and

can vouch for its authenticity.
As I remember it, in 1970 a late night
phone call was made by a group of
youngsters, who - after a party at a tower
block in Londons Stratford area - contacted
the Catholic Church. They said that the
group had invoked an intelligence from a
game on an Ouija board after a party, and
that this intelligence had occupied one of
these youngsters, who was showing extreme
paranormal abilities. This sort of story is part
of the chaff that is interspersed with the
precious wheat of knowledge and in the
ordinary way I confess would take little
notice of, but coming from David Tyndall, Fr.
Kenneth Green and Bishop Thomas himself,
I had to listen and take notice.
Before an exorcism can take place
permission from the Diocesan Bishop must
be granted, and the area exorcist, a man
chosen usually for his knowledge or holiness
brought in. So serious did the Bishop
consider the apparent danger to the
youngsters involved to be, that he
immediately went to the scene while
phoning two experts to meet him at the
tower block. So all three, the Bishop and the
two priests - all experts in their field
remember - met up at the flat to give
assistance. Over the years, we have all
perhaps met people who have benefited in
their research from Ouija boards, and stories
of all shades are told of it. My own opinion is
that most of the information is from the
unconscious minds of the sitters, but horror
stories, alas, are also very common.
The Bishop, who was an outspoken and
fearless man in what he believed, had
become well known when he protested at
the torture of German detainees at the
Nuremberg war crimes trials. He had also
objected to the Catholic Church giving last
rites and Catholic funerals to I R A killers
and bombers because it is actually canon
dogma (the rigid set of rules that govern how

the church functions) that no one who has
committed a mortal sin such as murder can
be buried in consecrated ground. However,
the Church is quite capable of turning a
blind eye when it wants to, as the spate of
sex scandals that caused so much ill-feeling
clearly demonstrates.
Bishop Thomass story, which was told in
the greatest detail by the two priests, was
that when he entered the room in the tower
block, the possessed youngster spoke to him
in a deep metallic gravely voice, and mocked
him that he was not a good enough man to
exorcise him. The voice claimed that the
Bishop had slept with a woman some five
years before, and liked a secret night time
drop of Scots whisky, and apparently when
the two priests looked at the Bishops face,
Exorcism
they saw his guilt and shame written all over

it, and felt this must be true.
The sheer strength of the youngster made
it necessary for the three churchmen to hold
him while the deliverance was attempted, and
at times all three were lifted off the ground
simultaneously. Objects seemed to just fly
round the room, and the Bishop seized the
youth by the lapels and began screaming
through the insane laughter, the Catholic
exorcism rites. I was told that the Bishop
struggled with the beast inside the youth into
the small hours of the morning before they
could all safely leave the tower block.
The Bishop became extremely ill in the
days after, and I was told that his hair went
white over the next few weeks. As a rule, I will
ask permission to discuss these topics but on

this occasion, for this article I did not,
although my opinion was asked at the time on
the Ouija board incident. The church lumps
this in with tarot cards and horoscopes, and I
still maintain that any of these tools in
responsible hands do not represent any
threat; a reading from a reputable psychic
can be very helpful, and both Carl Jung and
Hans Eysenck saw the day when all
counselling would be intuitively based.
So to answer the esteemed David
Tyndall, I am sure that most times the causes
are just psychological, although other causes
can be paranormal or even emotio/physical.
However, I would stress the following to all
who would wish to push the boundaries of
this knowledge: as the master occultist Rollo
Ahmed, one of Dennis Wheatleys top pupils
once said; The dangers in the unseen

worlds are very real indeed, and never, ever
to be trifled with. Good advice for the
curious. So how safe are readings?
PSYCHIC READINGS: RIGHTS

AND WRONGS
Your guide to psychics and
mediums
At a lecture meeting recently, I noted that a
question that comes up continually over the
years is; where can I get a reasonable
reading, and how can I tell if it is genuine?
A new twist to the old snake oil salesman
scams are the fraudulent psychics,
particularly the phone and mail frauds, who
use threats and tell of curses that must be
removed at high cost etc. Several criteria
must be followed. First, look for a body or
reputable association such as B.A.P.S or the
British Astrological and Psychical Society, or
the S.A.G.B., or Spiritualist Association of
Great Britain, and seek advice here for a
recommended reader, perhaps in your area.
In addition, it sometimes pays to ask for
advice about the type of reader required,
such as a cartomancer or tarot reader,
clairvoyant healer, crystal specialist, mental
medium, or one well-versed in your required
art, ask when you ring for advice. In doing
so, it is vital that no extra information is
given away. Secondly, if you ring for an
appointment, the only information to give is
your Christian name, nothing more is
necessary.
Always ask among your friends about
where they have been and would
recommend. Psychic fairs can be a bit hit
and miss in this regard, the readers being an
unknown quantity. Sometimes, particularly
at fairs, one can encounter some
considerable rivalry between readers.
Remember the saying, A truth thats told
with bad intent, beats all the lies you can
invent; one reader will rarely recommend
another, as livings have to be earned. A good
point to keep in mind is always go to them,
never have a reading in your own home, as a
wealth of information can be gleaned from
just a casual glance at photos, the car you
may drive, whether there are cheap or
expensive soft furnishings etc. This is known
in the trade as cold reading, and is
increasingly common.
Save all questions until the reading ends.
Personally I am not in favour of taping a
reading, as I have experienced over many
years that the tape can be found by a family
member, or even a jealous husband, and
listened to. I can recall some tales here
believe me, where something that should be
very personal can become public, especially
among show business people and sports
personalities who are often neurotic about
privacy. There is one little known aspect
called The Hawthorne effect, this is when
the sitter patient (or querent) accepts

everything the analyst, reader or medium
says without question, and agrees with
everything said, in principle. Certain
psychological disorders often manifest in a
similar way, particularly when under the
added stress of trauma or bereavement.
Remember also the Barnum effect
which is people accepting extremely loose
or vague descriptions as accurate. This is a
little similar to the well-documented
Stockholm Syndrome, where people are
subtlety persuaded, bullied or conditioned to
believe in their interviewer, boss or captors
belief systems. This technique is often used
in religious cult indoctrination, and was used
extensively on captured Muslims in Cuba.
The British superspy George Blake claimed
he was indoctrinated in this way to betray
his country. British industry managers such
as Royal Mail, have this technique as part of
the induction training. The Experimenter
effect is the complex relationship between
reader and querent, with various emotional
or psychic undertones, which can
undermine a reading.
When results or the observer can be
influenced by previous knowledge it is known
as observer bias. Mediums will often claim
that spirit readings are the best, but the
elevation of the spirit contact will determine
the quality of what comes through. Much of
the generalised nonsense type channelling
can be from poor spirit contacts, and
channelling is so easy to fake. Remember
that much spirit reading is not at all spiritual
in content or in origin. By their fruits shall ye
know them. Over many years of attending
development circles, one often saw
something given as evidential, an item that
was spoken of over tea the week before. The
scattergun effect is the term used for frauds
that will bark out a dozen names in quick
succession, knowing that with the law of
averages some will hit. Those of you who
have attended my seminars will be familiar
with all this and I apologise for the repetition.
THE LAW AND PSYCHIC

READINGS IN BRITAIN
Remember under the new European Human
Rights Act, each reader has a duty of care,
and must be accountable for the quality of the
message. The 1563 Witchcraft Act supported
the death penalty for divination, being
overtaken in 1735 by one year in prison. The
1824 Vagrancy Act, perhaps being the best
known, actually names palmistry, and is the
scourge of some suspect gypsy-type
readings. The notorious 1951 Fraudulent
Mediums Act had targeted Spiritualism, and
was very anti-divination. What is normally
forgotten is that the medieval texts on
astrology and palmistry were written in Latin,
because that was the language of the
Christian monks who taught these subjects at
the theological colleges of the time.

Most importantly, the 1976 Sale of Goods
Act refers to any bought commodity having
to be of merchantable quality, and this also
covers spiritual, psychic or emotional
readings, so if you feel your reading was not
of merchantable quality, or not of value, you
are entitled by law not to pay. The local
Trading Standards Office can advise, but are
not always helpful. My postbag is often full of
spiritual reading scams received through the
post etc., as I have campaigned for many
years on this subject, and also bogus
doorstep readers promising a great destiny if
you either join my Jesus group or purchase
this lucky charm etc.
Alarm bells should ring when
pseudonyms are used; two cases to appear
before the courts as I write concern Ghostly
Master John and Psychic Karmic Anna, so
be careful here. In one case a telephone
medium called Psychic Full Moon Angel
Cloud was actually five different people
taking turns answering the phone. Never
deal with pseudonyms; if people are proud
of their work, they put their real name to it.
In one case yet to appear before the court, a
man was continually hanging around outside
an educational college, in full witch doctors
garb, telling the girls he could increase their
exam results with African magic. Amazingly
eleven women allowed him to rub an egg all
over their naked bodies to absorb bad vibes
and this cost them 30. I have received
several complaints of late from the client or
querent of telephone readings being told
there is a curse on them, and that it can only
be removed for 1,000 or similar sum. This
is a version of the old gypsies trick, I will
clear your bad luck if you buy my lucky
heather, or whatever. I have sent so many

people to the Citizens Advice Bureau over
the years that now they send them to me.
HOW TO SPOT A SCAM.

For example, such things as having to send
money overseas, or having to give credit
card or bank account details. Beware P.O.
boxes; you should always have an address
for any follow up. Unfortunately, the old and
vulnerable are persistently targeted, with
fraudulent mail shots for expensive
nonsense readings, each one being the
same as the rest. They can cause great
harm, particularly the type of chain letter
that says send money for readings or else
bad luck will come. Avoid sending away for
lucky keys, magic coins, Cornish elves, Irish
blarney chips, Nigerian crucifixes or Tony
Blair grease. A sympathetic member of
parliament whose chart I recently drew up
contacted Royal Mail on this subject, but
Royal Mails attitude was that it generated
large financial revenues so they were
reluctant to make changes. Finally, The
Office of Fair Trading is currently
investigating scams of all types. The poet
Longfellow said; Others judge us by what
we have already done, but we judge
ourselves, by what we are capable of.
To paraphrase the late, great, Harry
Edwards, Readings should always be
positive, constructive and uplifting and
enhance our capabilities. Finally, give no
information away before or during a reading,
but put aside a few minutes afterwards for
questions, just a polite yes or no is the only
answer necessary. You should not be asked
anything beforehand that can be put back to
you as a psychic message. One of the big
television celebrities who debunks mediums

in his programme relies on hidden
microphones in the studios green room to
gather information prior to going on air, to do
his own version of a reading. This sort of
thing is quite prevalent. A good tip is to ask
your reader or medium for information about
your past, if this is correct then odds are they
will be right about your future, accept no
reading solely on your future, as you have no
way to tell if any of it is genuine. Just as a
priest or doctor is bound by confidentiality,
so should readers be, and it is for this reason
that I advise against readings on tape.
Much of the criticism levelled at psychic
readings is from churchmen and
psychologists, who say that, readers
encourage addiction and many follow up
visits. No group encourages regular visits
and contributions more than churchmen,
and one visit to a psychologist is liable to
mean you are part of the average statistic of
25 very expensive visits. Over the years, I
have had some incredibly informative
readings that have been of real benefit, and
only a couple that were dubious. At the
moment most of the complaints I receive
are either about postal or telephone
readings. Remember buyer beware.
Suspect spiritual or fortune-predicting-style
mail can be sent to:The Office of Fair Trading,
Fleetbank House,
2-6 Salisbury Square,
London E.C.4Y 8JX
Bear in mind that at crucial times in life, a
sympathetic reading can make a great
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THE GOLDEN LION

PUB HAUNTING
By Darren Ritson
The Golden Lion
ONE OF THE MOST EXCITING VENUES THAT I HAVE EVER HAD THE PRIVILEGE OF
SPENDING THE NIGHT SEARCHING FOR GHOSTS HAS TO BE, WITHOUT QUESTION,
THE GOLDEN LION PUB IN SEAHAM.
The pub is one of
Seahams oldest
drinking dens and
dates back several
hundred years,
although I am not
sure exactly how
many. Out of interest,
and perhaps
appropriately considering the nature of our
investigation, it is rumoured that Albert
Pierrepoint, the one time official British
executioner, stayed there on a regular basis
while he was, as he used to put it, up north on
his business. Pierrepoint executed over four
hundred men and women, including Britains
last condemned woman, Ruth Ellis. He was also
appointed as the official executioner at the
Nuremberg war crime trials, and executed two
hundred Nazi war criminals and for this he was,

in some quarters, regarded a kind of hero. A
former grocer, he eventually became the
licensee of a pub in Oldham with the strangely
synchronistic name, Help the Poor Struggler.
Speaking with the pubs owner, I learned
that the building had been a school of sorts
where children had various lessons and spent
much of their time. After a number of sightings
of ghostly children had been reported on the
premises, subsequent enquiries showed this to
be the case. Apart from that, very little is known
about the history of this particular pub. The
proprietor said to me, There is just something
about this old buildingit terrifies me and I hate
being the last one in at night and having to lock
up by myself. The owner has a friend who
claims to possess mediumistic abilities and I
had a chance to meet him during one of my
visits there. He told me, I have visited the

Golden Lion on a number of occasions and
have frequently picked up on the presence of
two spirit children. They run around and play in
the upper corridors of the pub. They are brother
and sister with one being older and taller than
the other. (a pretty common trait amongst most
siblings if you ask me). He then went on to say
that, one spectral child has a neck injury due to
falling down a flight of stairs so this could be the
result of this childs untimely death. There is a
ghost of a male adult too. He is believed to be a
teacher, perhaps, or at least someone who had
authority over the children at the school.
During the Ghosts and Hauntings Overnight
Surveillance Teams (GHOST) investigations into
The Golden Lion, we were very fortunate to
experience some very strange paranormal
phenomena indeed. Most of this bewildering
The Golden Lion Haunting
The team
The pit
activity was witnessed, and can be verified by a

number of people who were there on the nights
in question. Thankfully, we also managed to
capture some of it on camera, as well as on
videotape. During the early stages of one of our
first investigations there, we conducted a
sance in one of the rooms of the upper levels.
The sance
the same investigation, one of the most peculiar

photographs I have ever seen was taken.
As I was investigating an area known as
the pit (a cellar area of the pub that had been
turned into a dance floor) I suddenly became a
little anxious, and for seemingly no reason the
temperature sharply and unexpectedly
plummeted.
I felt a little panic-stricken and nervous, so I
proceeded to take an impromptu photograph
and caught one of the most amazing mist

anomaly pictures that I have ever seen. I might
also add that I saw this mist with my naked eye
when the flash-gun went off. I was really lucky to
catch it on camera. It must be emphasised that I
held the camera out at arms length and did not
breathe until I had taken the photo, because of
the breath factor.
This is where, in some circumstances,
breathing out can cause vapour to materialise in
front of the lens and flash, which results in
something that seems to be a ghostly mist
appear on the photograph. Ghost hunters
should adhere to this practice during these
often cold and damp overnight investigations.
Looking at this incredible photograph from
an outsiders (or sceptics) view, one could
suggest that it might simply be cigarette smoke. I
can assure you that this is not true as no one
was smoking on the investigation; not only that, I
was the only one down in the pit at that time and
I was certainly not smoking. For the record,
smoking is not allowed while under vigil
conditions for this exact reason. When one looks
at the mist itself, it is clear that it has a facial
contour, as if I had caught the spirit or ghost as it
was walking in front of me. However, pareidolia,
or the innate tendency in human beings to
create images out of chaotic or random patterns,
springs to mind and cannot be ignored.
Examples of this are found in pictures of
alleged ghosts in windows, window reflections,
or even faces in fogs and mists, etc., that are
simply patterns in the image that look like faces
and certain shapes. Patterns in wallpaper and in
curtains, when viewed at night, provide exactly
the same sort of effect. It is thought that the first
things the brain will look for, and register in such
instances, are human faces. I am not saying that
this picture is of a ghost with a face; I am merely
pointing out it that it certainly looks like it. That
aside, the mist is still considered anomalous
and cannot be explained by any normal means.
The GHOST team returned to the pub on
26th September 2008 to carry on with our
The pit mist
During this sance a number of things

occurred for which we can find no explanation.
For example, not long after the sance began,
from out of the darkness and deathly silence we
all heard a crystal-clear, long, guttural breath
that would have sent shivers down the spines of
most folk.
The unnerving sound of a child laughing
was also heard, along with the more
melancholic sound of a woman sobbing; we
can say with one hundred percent certainty that
the noises we heard came from within the
building itself. It was nerve-racking yet very
exciting to say the least; our hearts were racing,
our hands were sweating, and to this day no
explanation could be (or has been) found for
these anomalous noises. Later in the evening on
Filming and EVPs
investigation. Unfortunately, fire had torn

through half the pub since our first visit, leaving
it in a terrible state of disrepair, so it was now
disused and derelict. The building was a
shadow of its former self and all of the electricity
supplies had been cut off. It was a dark and
foreboding place, and to be quite honest it was
quite dangerous too, and from around the
beginning of 2007 the pub was completely
abandoned by the owners, although they still
kept ownership of the property. Battered by the
northeast winds and howling storms that come
in from the nearby ice-cold North Sea, the pub
stood corroding and dilapidated: it was literally
rotting where it stood.
That night too proved to be another one we
would not forget in a hurry, with a number of
truly frightening events being observed by all
that were there. The most harrowing incident
occurred moments after we began to make our
way to our observation posts, or vigil locations.
Drew Bartley and I were heading off upstairs to
investigate the upper floors of the inn, while
Mark Winter and Fiona Vipond remained on the
ground level to investigate the snug area.
As Drew and I left Mark and Fiona in the
snug, we pulled the door firmly closed behind
us and began to make our way up the eerie
dark steps that led to the first floor. As we got a
third of the way up the stairs we all heard a
terrific crash as though a glass or perhaps a
light bulb had smashed upon the floor. This
came from inside the main bar area where, at
Filming and
proceedings
that time, no one was present. As we looked at

one another in utter astonishment, due to the
fright some choice words left our lips and we
wondered just what on earth this smashing of
glass noise was.
As we made our way back down the stairs
to investigate the cause of the noise, our
colleagues came out from the snug room to
explore; they had obviously heard it too. We all
made our way into the main bar area, because
this was obviously from where the sound had
come, but we found absolutely nothing out of
place. We checked all the windows from outside
to see if local vandals had decided to brick
them, and found that they were all intact, or at
least they were in the same condition as they
were when we entered the building earlier on
that evening; besides, there was no one around
outside and the streets were deserted. We
made every effort to find a natural cause for the
breaking glass noise, but could find nothing
obvious. In fact, we couldnt even find any sign
of broken glass anywhere in that room, all of
which added a further level of intrigue to this
already mysterious event.
After scratching our heads and failing to
come to a sensible conclusion regarding what
could have made the noise, we then noticed a
number of other odd things. The [unused]
fridge door was found to be closed after we had
left it open earlier on, and a trigger object of a
cross that we had placed on the bar was found
to have been moved.
A certain degree of controlled
pandemonium once again ensued and efforts
were made to work out just what could have
happened. These incidents shook all of us, and
to this day we have no idea what caused them.
In a third investigation held there a few
months later the same phenomenon was
experienced yet again with another glass
exploding (either that or it was thrown by
something). This incident at least the auditory
side of it was recorded on video tape and on
EVP machines. People may mock and say this
is all made up, but I am telling you the truth. This
was one of the most frightening nights that I
have ever spent in a haunted pub, and let me
tell you why. Think about this; if there was a
ghost or an angry spirit inside that pub that likes
to throw around pint pots or break glasses
and it seems likely there could be then in all
likelihood it knew we were in there with it. What
was to stop this entity throwing the glass at any
of the investigators? Nothing at all! And judging
by the noise of the glass breaking it must have
been thrown with considerable force.
We attempted to roll a few pint glasses off
the bar to see if they could have smashed after
accidentally rolling off the counter, but they
would not break; besides, the pint pots were all
vertical, so the rolling off the bar theory would
have been unlikely. Even after we threw them
onto the hard floor, the pint pots would not
smash! (Bear in mind this is not our usual
practice when we visit pubs but the pub was
old and derelict and the beer glasses were all

destined to be binned, and any mess made
would most certainly have been cleaned up).
We think it is possible that the glasses may
have been strengthened somehow by the heat
of the fire that tore through the building because
the glasses were black and charred. You can
imagine how much power it would have taken
for an entity to smash a glass if it had chosen to
throw it across the room. Had it hit one of us
instead of smashing in the bar I think it is safe to
assume that whomever it hit might have been
seriously injured, or even killed especially if
they had been struck on the head.
This incident has given me a deeper
respect for the paranormal; to be quite honest,
after that occurrence, I would have been quite
happy to leave the premises there and then, but
we stayed for a few more hours and finished the
investigation. I must admit that after hundreds of
overnight investigations in locations right across
the UK, I have never felt so relieved to get out of
a haunted venue when the night was over and
the sun was beginning to come up.
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A QUANTUM EXPLANATION FOR ASTRAL TRAVEL
Odyssey
By Martin Higgins
WHO LOOKS OUTSIDE, DREAMS. WHO LOOKS INSIDE, AWAKES. C.G. JUNG.
I was late for a date with a beautiful girl, rushing through
the city. Where were we supposed to meet? Everywhere
looked the same. Suddenly, I bumped into my flatmate. I
didnt have time for this. Energy draining, I sank to the floor. I
was looking for someone, I told her, watching stars appear
above her in the sky.
Those arent stars, she said. What are they?

The thought popped into my mind, Dream bull****?
She nodded, Dream bull****.
WE HAVE
REACHED A
UNIQUE POINT
IN HISTORY,
WHERE
RATIONALITY IS
RETURNING US
TO ANCIENT,
INTUITED
TRUTH; AND,
AS EVIDENCED
BY THE
ITLADIANS,
SOME ARE
FURTHER
AHEAD ON
THE CURVE
THAN OTHERS
The scene faded and the words of the lecturer from that very
evening came back to me. If youre ever in a dream and realise
its a dream, dont wake up. Try and get out of your body. But
surely I was simply now awake, back in my bed. I tried moving
my arm upwards very slowly in the manner illustrated by the
lecturer, feeling it pull free as if from a light material, then the
other arm, until they both reached towards the ceiling. Normal.
Except they were transparent. My mind felt clear and calm as
never before. A tremendous gravity around my chest and head,
however, kept me from pulling completely free. And, perhaps, I
didnt really want to leave my physical body just yet, anyway.
This was enough. This was incredible. I relaxed and slipped into
waking and sat up, back in my body. Shivers tingled up and
down my spine as I stood up. And I noticed in that moment a
sudden new conviction. We do not really ever die.
In the years to come I would remain fascinated by the
phenomenon and, without actively pursuing it much further,
would spontaneously experience a handful of similar
conscious projections. These included, once again, the
mental clarity, the restraining weight around my core
perhaps a physical translation of subconscious trepidation
the passing of limbs through a low ceiling, and, on one
occasion, even a two-way mental communication with another
mind, conducted as mundanely as if I were merely receiving
remote IT support, which humorously advised me on how to
free my astral self (Do like Nancy and Frank swing.). But
the excitement of the encounter only awakened me.
Reductive scientific explanations for the phenomenon
never interested me (Electro-chemical illusions in the brain,
nothing to see here, move along.). I was always intuitively
drawn to a more meaningful explanation. But, a new book by
the consciousness theorist, Anthony Peake, The Out of Body
Experience: The History and Science of Astral Travel, seeks to
examine both approaches, forging a synthesis, and a new
hypothesis, the Intrasomatic Model,

which, if true, indicates the mystics
were right the answers lie within.
Ive had the pleasure of knowing
Anthony now for several years,
making his acquaintance following a
lecture on his previous book, The
Daemon: A Guide to Your
Extraordinary Secret Self, which
investigated the concept of what is
often termed the higher self, building upon the radical
hypothesis he advanced in his first book, Is There Life After
Death: The Extraordinary Science of What Happens When We
Die. Here was an important writer and original thinker living just
a few miles from my own home. I had to get to know him.
Fortunately, Anthony makes himself very accessible, as
evidenced by his regular lectures around the country, his
busy activity in his online forum, and the discussion groups
with which he meets regularly in the grand surrounds of
Liverpools Walker Art Gallery and latterly also at a newly
formed sister group in London, where he has recently
relocated. Anthonys approach to his intermeshing subjects
taps a nerve, enlisting readers from around the world to an
ongoing exchange of ideas and a growing band of
supporters, known as the ITLADians, an acronymic moniker
gleaned from the title of his first book.
We have reached a unique point in history, where
rationality is returning us to ancient, intuited truth; and, as
evidenced by the ITLADians, some are further ahead on the
curve than others. For those lagging behind, and who
certainly havent experienced anything like an out-of-body
experience, such subject matter can naturally seem more
than a little kooky. Bertrand Russells paradoxical quick
capsule history of empiricism illustrates the gulf in
perspective, Common sense, if true, leads to physics.
Physics, if true, shows that common sense is false. Therefore
common sense, if true, is false. Therefore its false.
The Russell quote is employed in the foreword by Ervin
Lszl, the Nobel nominated systems theorist and
philosopher of science, who recognises the dangers in
dealing with such subjects, but clearly approves. Lszl
writes: [Peake] recounts in this book his own experiences, as
well as a wide repertory of experiences by others, some
anecdotal, others carefully tested. They are inexplicable in the
context of down-to-earth pragmatism, yet they are insistently
real. They are not even unusual, just frequently repressed and
Anthony
Peake
generally under-reported and under-investigated. It appears

AS THE
that our mind and brain can communicate with the world in
FAMOUS
strange and wonderful ways. And that the world itself is
strange and wonderful in ways that nobody other than
POSTmystics and poets could envision.
QUANTUM
to research quoted in the book, roughly one in
SAYING HAS IT, * According
five people in the UK will experience an out-of-body
experience (OBE) during their lifetime. Thats almost 800
NOT ONLY IS
per day. And, yet, despite such figures, the phenomenon
THE UNIVERSE
remains largely within the realm of the esoteric, unverified
by objective science. Anthony begins his investigations with
STRANGER
the lore: Throughout the millennia, mystics, magicians and
THAN WE
saints have encountered this alternative world and
IMAGINE, IT IS
experienced it on their own terms, and in doing so have
devised techniques and processes whereby this place can
STRANGER
be entered and left at will. These travellers have reported
THAN WE CAN back to their associates a geography and a structure of
these Astral Planes that are surprisingly consistent. He
IMAGINE.
examines shamanism and its concept of the middle world,
the dream yoga and after-death Bardo states of Tibetan
Buddhism (itself believed by scholars to have assimilated
an older shamanic tradition), as well as the travelable
spheres and planes of Kabbalism and Theosophy.
Although fascinating to discuss, Anthony rightly concedes,
such material contains no evidence that can be
considered scientific. But, does such evidence exist?
Meaning outside
of the body.
That each body possesses a non-physical counterpart

obviously raises thoughts of the soul, a near ubiquitous
concept in the worlds major religions, believed to animate the
body in life, and depart only at death. According to research
quoted in the book, the OBE, or ecsomatic1 experience, as
researchers also term it, is reported in between 25-50 per cent
of all near-death experiences (NDE). Could this be evidence of
the soul leaving the body? In the NDE, experiencers come
perilously close to clinical death but return to tell amazing tales.
Yet, despite several ingenious experiments and the incredible
anecdotal evidence from those experiencing NDEs, scientists
have yet to conclusively prove that, in such cases,
consciousness is truly travelling beyond, and existing apart
from, the body. While those undergoing the experience may
feel they are looking down on their corporeal shell ailing on the
treatment table, or even drifting through walls and out of the
building, no one has yet been able to return with information
demonstrably unattainable from within their physical bodies.
Anthony devotes a chapter each to examining the accounts
of ecsomatic experience given by the American businessman,
Robert Monroe, who wrote several books about his

experiences, and the remote viewer Ingo Swann, who took
part in experiments funded by a United States government
interested in the phenomenons intelligence potential, including
an alleged jaunt to the planet Jupiter. Monroe told of being able
to leave his body and fly around, passing through solid objects,
and so on, in the seemingly normal, everyday world, and also in
two other locales. One akin to the dream world, where the
subconscious can become real, but which also contained other
beings with whom he interacted; and another yet stranger
realm, a world like our own, though with curious differences,
such as in its technology. In the latter locale he also discovered
another version of himself, which, without his willing, he found
himself taking control of for short periods of time.
However, after careful analysis, in the cases of both
Monroe and Swann, adequate veridical evidence cannot be
said to exist, and, so, the whole awe-inspiring phenomenon
seems in danger of collapsing under an unforgiving
rationalist gaze. But Anthony concludes neither hallucination
nor fraud, I believe that what [the] astral travellers and
distance viewers are doing is opening up their minds to a
journey of a different nature; a journey to far-off places deep
within human psychology. They are all travelling in higher
dimensions of reality that may look like this one but are
places of inner space.
As the famous post-quantum saying has it, not only is the
universe stranger than we imagine, it is stranger than we can
imagine. And it was following an experience with a fittingly
strange machine, the Lucid Light Stimulator, that Anthony
began to expand his own approach. My experience made
me realize that I had been asking the wrong questions. To try
to discover if the out-of-body experience is real or imagined is
to miss the point entirely, he comments. What I should have
been doing was enquiring into the very nature of perception
itself and, by implication, the nature of the phenomenal world
that our senses tell us is so real.
Designed by the psychologist Dr Engelbert Winkler and
his associate, the neurologist Dr Dirk Proeckl, the LL-Stimulator
emits stroboscopic light of variable speed, intensity and
brightness, directly stimulating the brain in an effort to invoke
healing states and experiences akin to the mystical and the
ecsomatic. After just several minutes with the machine,
Anthony found himself both in his body and simultaneously
elsewhere, I was looking down on a vast plain made up of a
chessboard-like series of black and white squares. I could see
the squares running off to a distant horizon that seemed to
glow with a faint bluish light. I then realised that I was
suspended many thousands of feet above the surface of the
plain. Whatever had happened to me, and wherever I had
journeyed to it was not in what we term consensual space
the place we share with others as part of our everyday
experience of the world this was another location altogether.
The theory behind the LL-Stimulators ability to invoke
ecsomatic states is that it acts upon the brains pineal gland,
theorised to be responsible for the bodys production of DMT.
The powerful psychedelic compound, dimethyltryptamine
(DMT) more intense than LSD, a class A drug in the UK
and schedule I in the US was discovered in human blood in
the sixties, and, in 1972, was found present in the brain itself.
By 2001, neuroscience had us bang to rights, discovering
finally where the species had stashed its druggy
paraphernalia, the receptor sites via which we fire the stuff
into our brains. You may be tee-total and always just say no
to drugs, but every one of us is a hard-wired DMT user; which
may be no bad thing. Like the discovery of the lunar monolith
in the film 2001: A Space Odyssey, our own neural discovery
The Innerspace Odyssey
in 2001 could likewise herald a similar quantum leap in

human consciousness, and our own inner space odyssey.
Dr Rick Strassman, an associate professor of psychiatry
at the University of New Mexico Medical School, began a
series of experiments with DMT in 1991 in which he
administered high doses of DMT to 60 volunteers, sending
them on astonishing ecsomatic trips. These experiences
often closely resembled the classic near death experience,
where the volunteer would leave their body and meet other
intelligences that were far from mere mental creations. All of
them insisted that their experience had taken place in a very
real, three-dimensional location that was most definitely not a
dream, comments Anthony. They could walk around and
explore; they did not feel in any way drunk or intoxicated. In
fact the general report was that they felt clarity of perception
greater than in the waking world. Anthony concludes that
all the ecsomatic types, the NDE, OBE, lucid dreaming and
remote viewing are not hallucinations brought about by a sick
or damaged brain, but, as evidenced by the incredible effects
of DMT, a human neurotransmitter, are rather natural states of
consciousness. [T]he human brain has evolved in such a
way that these brain states must have a purpose, he argues.
Anthony next takes the reader on a mind-bending trip of
his own, through the mazy foothills of quantum physics,
quickly demonstrating the limitations held by common sense
in such territory. Like Lewis Carrolls Alice, goaded by the
Red Queen, the reader is soon invited into believing some of
the impossible things of quantum physics. One of the key
points is the concept of non-locality, a theoretical concept
that has, however, been proven in several experiments, the
first in 1982, which established that once two particles are
linked together, or entangled, one will immediately react if
something is done to the other.
What this proves is earth-shattering in its implications,
writes Anthony. It means that at a deeper level of reality than we
are aware of, everything is linked to everything else. Separability
is an illusion. Everything is part of one huge something in which
communication is instantaneous, however far apart the
individual components are. The question, therefore, of how a
person can perceive information miles away from their physical
body can be easily answered because separateness is an
illusion. Everything is entangled, and all information is
potentially available at all locations within the universe.
And yet, as Anthony points out, credible individuals, such
as Robert Monroe and Ingo Swann, who seemingly
experienced states of an extremely profound and nonordinary nature, still fail to demonstrate their abilities under
laboratory conditions. These ecsomatic experiences involve
their subjects seeing something, but, incompletely, as
through a glass, darkly.
And so, from non-locality and entanglement we move to
the even more incredible, yet widely accepted, Many Worlds
Interpretation of quantum physics. This holds that every
possible outcome of every event will happen in one or more
universes. In turn, this means that every possible event that
can take place will, or has already, taken place somewhere
within this rapidly inflating macroverse. You and I, and every
other living being, are part of this inflation; there is a version
of you that has lived every possible outcome of every
possible decision you made from the moment of your birth to
the moment of your death. Such luminaries as Stephen
Hawking and Nobel laureates such as Richard Feynman
accept this outlandish interpretation. Indeed, Hawking and an
associate, Thomas Hertog, have recently sought to adapt this
interpretation with their proposed observer created universe
model, in which they argue that all these universes do not
branch off and exist in isolation but exist simultaneously in a

state of potentiality called superposition.
Anthonys Intrasomatic Model of the out-of-body
experience proposes that DMT switches the brain into
compiling a different reality for itself via information pulled
from tiny quantum mechanical black holes, theorised to
exist by Stephen Hawking, within what is called the Zero
Point Field (ZPF), the base energy field pervading the
universe. The ZPF could astonishingly contain all the
information about every location within space-time, and
would therefore equate to the Akashic Record of occult lore.
In this model, experiencers are moving into inner space
via the theorised quantum processes of the brain. So when
the person enters the ZPF they may find themselves located
anywhere as a point of consciousness, says Anthony, and
this means potentially within subtly different universes, thus
explaining the continuing absence of veridical data returned
from ecsomatic experiments.
In this part of the ZPF they are not trapped in a body, as
they are in their usual Locale, and they can travel within this
facsimile and perceive information and interact with others.
But this information is not the same as in [consensual reality].
There will be subtle differences. This is literally a mind
generated illusion that has its own external reality, if that
makes sense. Well, no, Anthony, reassuringly, it doesnt. But,
as Bertrand Russell pointed out, physics at such levels
stopped making sense some time ago.
As ever, at least for now, before physics accomplishes its
final Theory of Everything, it will be left to philosophy, religion
and each individual, to attempt to make sense. In my own life,
I have not now had an astral experience in years. Though,
one might say that dreaming is an unconscious projection
into the astral (the ZPF / Akashic Record?), and it was one
particular nights particularly strange and meaningful dream
which communicated to me the importance of the body I had
in my waking life, and of the importance of the life lived
through it. I was out of balance, the dream made me realise,
in need of committing to the physical life I had been given,
rather than prematurely floating off into other realms.
It is enough now for me to know that the ecsomatic is
possible, and such knowledge comprises an important piece
in my own personal philosophy. Others may be drawn to
experience the out-of-body state for themselves, as I once
was. As I can attest, there are techniques to achieve this. My
old teacher, Mark Pritchard who online is known by the
name Belzebuub says 60,000 ultimately enrolled in his
esoteric courses that ran both online and in study groups,
and that of those who responded to his survey, 67 per cent
claimed to have had an out-of-body experience while on the
course, many who had never had one before.
Mark seems to be in agreement with Anthonys conclusions,
Studying out of the body, requires a lot of discipline and work,
not least is the ability to objectively see, because the out-of-body
world is profoundly influenced by dreams, and, instead of seeing
what's there, it's easy to see just what the mind is dreaming or
imagining. However, he adds, To acquire objective sight is not
easy, but if it's achieved, then it is possible to see what is actually
there, and to move outside the body to places that can be
objectively verified once back in the body.
Casting doubt on whether science will ever truly get to
grips with the phenomenon, Mark says, People should study
this phenomenon for themselves - it's the only way to find out
more. [L]ife is a personal experience.
Personally, though I may no longer seek such
experiences, I have a feeling they will someday, once more,
come looking for me. And, perhaps, ultimately, for us all.
IN THIS PART
OF THE ZPF
THEY ARE NOT
TRAPPED IN A
BODY, AS THEY
ARE IN THEIR
USUAL
LOCALE, AND
THEY CAN
TRAVEL
WITHIN THIS
FACSIMILE
AND PERCEIVE
INFORMATION
AND INTERACT
WITH OTHERS.
ABOUT THE
AUTHOR
The Out of Body
Experience: The History
and Science of Astral
Travel by Anthony Peake
is published on October
27 by Watkins.
For more information
about Anthonys work
and to visit his forum,
go to
www.anthonypeake.com.
THETHWEIRDEST
60 BIRTHDAY.. . .
ORBS ARE NOW BIG NEWS. THEY HAVE
TAKEN CENTRE STAGE WITH THE FAIRIES
AND ANGELS. ORB PHENOMENA IS
BECOMING BIG BUSINESS.
There are books on orbs, lectures on orbs,
conferences on orbs and even healing by
orbs. Yes, orbs have finally arrived with great
gusto and all around the world, they are
infiltrating our digital technology. Some people
are pleased to see an orb sitting on their
shoulder, while others are quite displeased and
feel the picture has been ruined, and so delete
the image and try again. So are they particles of
dust or unknown intelligences? Scattering of
light or a meeting of dimensions? Whatever this
is, it is causing great excitement. I have taken
some excellent images of orbs with my digital
camera, and have included some examples with
this article.
However, this article is not about orbs.well,
maybe. Its about an amazing event that
happened around the time of my 60th birthday.
First though, I must mention one thing. Last
summer I was moving from my home of 21
years and felt sad about leaving such a
wonderful place. Nestled in woodland with
views towards the mountains, the top floor of
this large country house gave me all the space I
could possibly need. The hallway was 66 feet in
length; it then turned a right angle and travelled
on for a further 66 feet. Warm in the summer
and cold in the winter, many nights were spent
reading in front of a large coal fire. I often turned
off the lights and watched the glow of the
flames and embers dance their shadows
around the room. I had many experiences here,
with my space brothers and other phenomena. I
composed my songs, wrote my poetry, read my
books and typed my articles and now, all this
was going to end. A developer had purchased
the property and was about to turn it into luxury
apartments. A rather rude and arrogant man, he
told one of my neighbours that he purchased
this building because there was nothing left to
develop in this area.
After a lot of searching I found another
place to live, and in very similar surroundings to
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my last home: nestled in woodland with

mountain views. A couple of days before the big
move to my new abode, I was asleep in bed
when I was woken by my space brother, Tellos.
He had come into my frequency and stood by
the side of the bed, looking down and smiling.
Clothed in silver and emanating love, this man
of many dimensions told me not to worry about
this new move as my experiences would
continue and that some of these experiences
would happen in very different ways than
before.
I have written much about my space
brother, Tellos, in my book Does It Rain In Other
Dimensions?. Tellos (pronounced tellosh) has
been with me since I was a child. My earliest
memory of him was seeing him standing at the
foot of my bed and shimmering in the darkness
in garments that reminded me of tin foil. I was
approaching my seventh birthday. I heard a
voice in my head informing me that his name
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was Tellos. He told me that he lived in the stars

and travelled to many other worlds like this one.
He looked down, and smiled again and told me
he was never that far away from me. It was
probably not wise to try to explain to someone
as young as myself about the advanced and
complex ways there are to travel through this
universe, including moving through dimensions
and changing frequencies.
I remember falling back to sleep, and when
I finally awoke in the morning I noticed a card
lying at the foot of my bed. I wondered why it
was there and picked it up. It had an unusual
velvety feel to it, which was quite different to the
popular cigarette cards that we played with at
that time. Also, this card was bigger. As soon as
I picked it up, I experienced a great rush of
energy that raced through my veins. I felt such a
strong sense of love and connection. I looked at
the card and was so surprised to see that on
one side was the image of the man that
Weirdest 60th Birthday
appeared to me the night before and on the

reverse of the card were images of planets and
lines that seemed to connect to them. There
was a list of names of these planets and I
noticed that one of them was our own planet,
Earth! The list of names was in English and next
to each planet was a strange symbol that I did
not recognise, along with a few unusual letters. I
ran through to the kitchen to show my mother
and told her about the visit the night before. She
was busy washing the family clothes in the
stone sink and said it must have been a bad
dream, and yet I got the feeling that she did not
entirely dismiss it.
I discovered, later in life, that Tellos only
visited if it seemed to be absolutely necessary.
He probably saved my life in an incident when I
was ten years of age and again when I had,
along with my partner, missed time at Area 51 in
2004. He also played a part in arranging a craft
to hover over our house in Essex in 1970, to
convince my dad that these craft not only
existed, but were of extraterrestrial origin. I had
been in meditation, on and off for a couple of
weeks, asking them to do this and it was of no
surprise to me when I received a telepathic
command to look outside the front door and
see this craft in all its glory. However, it was a
great surprise to my dad.
The moving day came and I spent the next
week trying to fit everything into this much
smaller flat. Ten rooms into four do not quite
equate and although I had sent much of my
stuff to auction, I still seemed to have rather a lot
left! I went out with my camera a few times and
captured some very good groups of orbs and,
in February of 2011, I received my first telepathic
call to go outside with my camera. I took my
small compact and in the first image, I captured
a streak of light at the top of the picture frame.
This streak of light appeared to be about one
foot in diameter and several feet long. In the
next shot, which was around fifteen seconds
later, the streak was still there. I found this odd
as it looked like it was moving quite fast and yet
it was in almost the same place as in the
previous shot!
In the third shot there was what looked like
a being, about 18 feet tall and straddled over the
wire fence. This being, if that is what it was,
looked very similar to the being on the front of

my book Does It Rain In Other Dimensions? A
being from a race I have called the Tulip People,
due to the shape of their head, which sweeps
back and upwards and is slightly divided into
two halves. It reminded me of the petals of a
tulip and so I called them the Tulip People. The
drawing of the Tulip person on the front cover of
my book is much more stylised than it actually
looked. The two halves of the head are more
tightly together. It does not separate as much
and the wings sweep more backwards. In fact,

rather like you see in figure 1. Is this the energy
body of one of these people? At this stage I
simply have no way of knowing. If not! Then
what is it?
My birthday was on May 6th and a small
gathering had been arranged for that evening. On
the evening of the 5th of May I was typing on my
computer. It was 9.50pm. I was told quite clearly
to take my big camera outside and fix the
powerful flashgun on top. I hurriedly took the
camera from the bag and the flashgun from its
box. I fitted some fresh Duracell AAs into the
battery chamber and attached it to the hot shoe of
my digital SLR, powered it up and went outside. I
have a balcony outside my front door, which looks
out over a field, and that is where I pointed the
camera and, to my amazement, when I looked
back at the first shot on the back of the camera I
saw what looked like shooting beams of light
coming out of the ground and heading skywards.
I fired fifteen shots and checked back at each one
before I took the next shot.
After the fifteenth shot, the adrenalin was
racing and I went down to see my neighbours,
John and Katie (John Pickering and Katie Hall
have produced two books on orbs, one of
which, Orbs and Beyond, has been reviewed in
this magazine). I showed them the images on
the back of my camera and told them that
something amazing was happening in the back
field. I then left them and went back to take
more images. However, the phenomenon,
whatever it was, had finished. I thought I had

messed things up, and should have continued
taking photos until the event had stopped, then
gone downstairs to see John and Katie. I told
myself that if it ever happened again I would
continue to fire the shutter of the camera until
the last shooting beam of light had gone, and
only then would I stop.
My birthday was celebrated the following
evening and I joined the ranks of those who are
sixty years old. My doctor told me that sixty is now
the new forty! That sounded a pretty good way of
looking at it, so I accepted that and adjusted the
counter in my head. The following day, May 7th, I
was again typing on the computer. It was almost
10pm when I received another telepathic
message to take my camera back outside. This
time I had the SLR sitting on my kitchen work
surface with the flashgun firmly fixed. I quickly
grabbed the camera and raced to the balcony.
I started to take more images and was
amazed to see the same sort of things
happening again: powerful beams of shooting
light. Huge shooting beams of light heading
skywards. If I lightened some of the images in
Photoshop, over 100 shooting beams of light
could be seen. Some were even coming
through the floor of my balcony where I was
standing! Some were red and blue, but most
were white. A few of them were at least 18 feet
he told me that my experiences would continue

in my new home, and in different ways? The
odd thing about this event is that since that time
I have hardly captured anything at all. This is
most unusual as I could often go out and get
good quality shots of orbs. I joked to John
Pickering that they had all gone away on
holiday. Well, maybe they have!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Mike Oram is the author of: Does It Rain in
Other Dimensions? Published by O Books
The Zen of Ben by Mike Oram & John
Pickering. Published by Star Hill Publishing
www.starhillpublishing.co.uk
long. When you think how fast the flashgun

captures an image, they must have been
moving at a very high speed.
I continued to shoot the camera, as I had
promised myself, until the phenomena stopped.
I captured a further 45 images. There was not
one wasted shot and then, just like before, the
experience ended. Only a moment earlier there
were a hundred shooting beams of light
heading skywards and then..nothing! Just like
closing the curtains on a stage play where
colourful scenes of joy and singing, wonderful
colours and costumes had, only moments ago,
captured our imaginations and sent our spirits
high, they then take their bow, the curtains
close, and we are left with absolutely nothing!
I was picking up a message inside my mind,
a very strong and powerful message. It was
saying that something was happening here on
an energetic level and was connected to the
Earth, Sun and Source. There was a change
happening at the energetic level and it was
causing this consciousness to leave. Rather like
when animals run to the woods or further afield
when they sense an impending earthquake, or
some other natural disaster. The earth is
changing and they were uncomfortable with this
change. They may come back, they may not.
This was, I felt quite strongly, an important event
that I was witnessing and, we must remember, I
was informed to go out and experience this. Is
this what my space brother Tellos meant, when
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THE ASWANGS
OF ANTIPOLO
VAMPIRE DEMONS OF THE PHILIPPINES.
By Dr Karl Shuker
Aswangs aplenty!
Ben Male
Today, stories of vampires

are largely confined to
novels, television series,
and films, especially in the west.
In the Philippines, conversely, the
fear of what are widely considered
there to be real, and very dangerous,
supernatural bloodsuckers, lives on as do, at
least allegedly, these entities themselves. Nor is
there just one type of Filipino vampire either. On
the contrary, a bewildering, somewhat
these fiendish horrors feed upon their victims
interchangeable array of forms and sexes have
entrails. The predominant category of
been reported, named, and classified.
Filipino vampires, however, comprises
Among the best-known are the
the aswangs.
berbalangs of
These demonic sanguinivores are
Mapun Island,
very
skilful shape-shifters, so it is by no
which resemble
Berbangs
means easy to identify one with
monstrous
resemble
certainty. A dog, a cat, a bird, a bat,
humanoid bats
humanoid bats
Richard
any fairly large, poorly seen thing
but whose
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with wings, a wild pig, and, most
astral essence
seductive and dangerous of all, a
departs their
young, beautiful woman a single
physical bodies
aswang can adopt any or all of
at night to infiltrate
these guises to approach its
those of sleeping
intended target and beguile
humans, whereupon
Dr Karl
Shuker with
his very own
berbalang
Dr Karl
Shuker
Aswangs of antipolo
anyone who may be protecting the latter

person. Moreover, they are assisted by a
number of other beings, acting as familiars,
including certain small birds, and a bizarre
large-fanged, spotted, furry beast known as the
sigbin, which has been likened by some
investigators to the West Indian chupacabra!
The aswangs favourite targets are unborn
children and freshly-buried corpses. Not
surprisingly, therefore, the months of pregnancy
in a region reputedly blighted by these foul
creatures are a time of fear and great danger
for women, as is the wake after a funeral, when
everyone is on full alert to the possibility that it
will be infiltrated by a disguised aswang, intent
upon devouring the corpse. Even today, an
unexpected miscarriage or stillborn child is
often blamed upon some undetected visitation
by an aswang, and it is widely believed that if
an aswang succeeds in removing and
consuming a corpse, it will replace the cadaver
with a detailed facsimile adeptly constructed
from banana leaves or other vegetable matter.
Nor are such superstitions and folk-beliefs
limited to isolated rural areas. With the sole
exception of the Ilocos region in the northwest
portion of Luzon (the Philippines largest
island), the entire Philippine archipelago is still
heavily infused and infested with legends, lore,
and religious dread of aswangs and their
hideous practices. The epicentre of such belief,
however, is unquestionably the Visayan region
(a group of isles south of Luzon), particularly
the western provinces of Capiz (on Panay
Island), Iloilo, and Antique. Indeed, Capiz is
widely claimed to be the most supernatural
locality within the entire Filipino nation, and
homes here are routinely adorned even today
with garlic bulbs, holy water, and other
aswang repellents.
But if any one city can be singled out as the
vampire capital of the Philippines, it has to be
Antipolo, just 25 km or so east of the countrys
capital, Manila, and situated in the southern
portion of Luzon. Here, aswangs are said to be
glimpsed on a frequent basis, but never more
so than during the Holy Week (the equivalent
there of Easter), and attracting a zenith of
reports during the three days between Jesus
Christs death and His resurrection.
Of the varied forms adopted by the
aswangs, the most formidable is the human
version, sometimes confused with a mere witch
or hag, but which is known as the
manananggal. Being humanoid, it bears more
of a resemblance to western vampires than do
the other, animal-assuming aswang types, but
in addition to being vulnerable to such well
known vampire deterrents as garlic, bright
sunlight, and salt, the manananggal can also be
warded off using such exotica as spices
(particularly ginger), vinegar, the sword-like bill
of a swordfish, and the tail of a stingray. Again
like western vampires, the manananggal can
fly, but it doesnt change into a bat to
accomplish this. On the contrary, its modus
Manananggal
on the prowl
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operandi for becoming airborne is far more

grotesque and terrifying than that, as will now
be revealed here.
The following scenario is a reconstruction of
a typical manananggal incident according to
local lore, in which Ive attempted to incorporate
as many of the strange and unexpected facets
of this age-old but tenacious Filipino myth as
possible. Ever since she had arrived with her
father in Antipolo several years earlier, Rosa had
always been shy and retiring. Pleasant and
respectful, certainly, but never outward-going or
even overly communicative. Her father blamed
himself, as father always do, believing that
because her mother had died giving birth to her,
he as a man had been unable to endow her
with those innately-feminine social skills that
other young women here seemed to possess in
such abundance.
Still, as she had now reached the age when
certain other aspects of her personality and
appearance had begun to attract the attention
of the local youths, soon she may no longer be
her fathers responsibility anyway. Also, as she
was training to be a midwife, it would not be
long before she would be self-sufficient
financially too. How time had flown, he mused
it seemed only yesterday that she had still been
just a girl, tightly holding his hand when they
had disembarked from the train that had taken
them far from their previous home in a small
rural village where nothing much ever
happened to the ceaseless bustle and clamour
of the big city - Antipolo.
Yet even here, shadows of the past, and
ancient irrational fears, still linger. Tonight, Rosa
would be going to the home of Maria, a friend,
and staying with her overnight until her brother
arrived there from overseas, where he would

remain until Maria, now seven months pregnant,
gave birth to her child. Prior to then, Maria had
been living with her sister, but she had moved
out that morning to live thereafter in a different
area of the city in order to be nearer her new
job, which left Maria alone in the house that they
had been sharing. But what was so problematic
about Maria living alone in their house now?
She was a healthy, perfectly capable woman,
and it was only for one night after all. The
explanation was a single word and the word
was manananggal.
Even in the 21st Century, the age of ultratechnology and medical advances beyond the
wildest dreams of all previous generations, and
even in as modern a city as Antipolo, the ageold terror of night demons, and manananggals
in particular, still surfaced at certain times,
especially at wakes and during the nine months
of pregnancy. So much so, in fact, that families
did everything possible to ensure that pregnant
women were never left alone at night, not even
for a single evening, until the baby had been
born. And even afterwards, right up until the
baby had become a teenager, its parents would
always be watchful, and never more so if they
happened to live on the citys outskirts, as Maria
did, where the jungles and unploughed
meadowlands threatened ever to encroach
upon the swathe of civilisation that had been
savagely carved out of their wild, verdant
territory by humankind.
And so, before evening had chance to fall,
Rosa was setting off on foot, walking swiftly
through a series of fields that offered the
speediest pathway to her friends house, and
thus avoiding the hideously congested
thoroughfares whose traffic belched smoke
and noise unceasingly. In contrast, only a single
car drove past as she walked along this lonely
rural route.
However, every step that she took was
being matched by someone or, rather,
Manananggal on the wing

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something far less welcome, and infinitely more

terrifying. True, it looked like a young woman
right now, but not for much longer would it do
so. The manananggal for that is indeed what it
was - came to a large group of tall trees whose
shadows amalgamated and coalesced like a
wide black pool, hidden completely from view.
Stepping into this pool of shadows, the
manananggal took off its human clothes and
hid them in some bushes. Then an incredible
transformation took place.
Its human faces complexion blanched to a
ghostly pallor, a pair of long sharp fangs grew
downwards until they protruded from its halfclosed mouth, which lengthened until it
resembled the jaws of some malign reptile, and
emerging from their tip, flickering evilly, was a
slender red fork-tipped tongue, closely
resembling that of some vile serpent. But most
terrible of all were its eyes. Gone were its round
blue human irises, and in their stead was a pair
of vertical golden slits, each one containing an
even thinner black slit.
But if, somehow, anyone had been
watching all of this, not even that latter dramatic
change of form would have prepared them for
the horrifying climax to this unholy
metamorphosis. Without any prior warning, a
dark horizontal ring spontaneously encircled the
creatures still-human waist. Then, a mere

instant later, incredibly, the top half of the
manananggals body - everything from its waist
upwards - abruptly separated from its lower half.
And as it did so, a pair of splits appeared in the
skin concealing its shoulder blades, and out of
these splits unfurled a pair of very large, dark,
bat-like wings, whose flapping leathery pinions
carried it aloft into the air, leaving behind the
creatures lower body half and legs, standing
there as lifeless as the bottom portion of a
tailors dummy in a shop window, but
completely hidden from sight amid the shadows
of the trees.
It is always imperative for a manananggal to
locate a secure hiding place for its lower half,
because if anyone finds it while the
manananggal is away, they can kill this vampire
merely by sprinkling salt or smearing sand,
garlic, or ash upon the lower halfs open edge,
or by burning it entirely. For when the
manananggal returns, if it cannot rejoin its two
halves to become whole again it dies.
By now, the sky was growing dark, and the
grotesque half-manananggal flew swiftly on to
the home of Maria. But would it find her still
alone had it arrived in time? It soon had its
answer in the form of a series of strange cries,
sounding just like tik-tik, which were being
given voice to by a small owl-like bird sitting on

the roof. At a casual glance, it could have been
mistaken for a real owl, but a closer look would
have revealed that its fine feathers were actually
hairs, not plumes, and its eyes glowed an
infernal red. This was the manananggals hellish
familiar or lookout, the tiktik, named after its
cries - which confirmed to the manananggal that
the houses occupant was still alone.
The manananggals tongue thrashed like a
veritable serpent, and two golden drops of
venom drooled from its jaws. Now, just one more
transformation was needed. Its human half-body
became amorphous as it hovered just outside
the house, remoulding itself into a new form, one
that included a fairly long, repulsively-wrinkled
body, and two slender hind legs with three toes
on each foot, together with the large wings that
remained unchanged from its previous
incarnation. Its elongate head possessed a pair
of huge glowing ovoid eyes, a red slit-like mouth,
and, most bizarre of all, an extremely lengthy,
slender proboscis that emerged from its large
black nose, and undulated sinuously in front of
its malevolent face.
As expected, the doors and windows were
all tightly closed, and a roaring fire in the hearth
prevented any possibility of entering down the
chimney. But like all vampires, the manananggal
Aswangs of antipolo
was not bereft of ways in which to enter a

seemingly impenetrable, unbreachable building.
The roof was thatched, and it did not take the
manananggal long to burrow through a weak
patch of thatching until it had forced its way into
the top storey of the house. Silently it flitted
downstairs, its acute sense of smell confirming
that Maria was there, and not in any of the
bedrooms as it had initially anticipated. Sure
enough, there she was, sitting in a large chair
close to the fire, where, no doubt lulled by its
comforting warmth, she had fallen asleep and
so had never seen that the bottle of special
protective plant oil standing on a shelf close by
was bubbling and frothing, warning of the
manananggals presence.
The manananggal was now on the floor,
and was stealthily walking towards her on its
two legs, its large wings folded up and held over
its back. Its serpentine proboscis flickered and
twitched incessantly. Already it could smell and
even taste in the air the scent of its prey
Marias unborn baby!
After just a few moments, the manananggal
was squatting directly in front of Maria, on the
floor at her feet. On account of her size and the
late stage of her pregnancy, Maria was wearing
only a large maternity dress with no
uncomfortable underwear to grip tightly. Slowly,
the manananggals long proboscis rose
upwards, cautiously, ensuring that it did not
wake Maria as it gradually moved up between
her calves and thighs, steadily approaching her
vagina, which would in turn lead directly to her
baby inside her womb. And once the proboscis
reached the baby, it would apply its suckered tip
to the helpless foetus and drain it not only of
blood but also of its very life force until it died,
murdered within its own mothers body by a foul
creature of nightmare. Had the foetus been
smaller, just a few weeks old, the manananggal
would have sucked it out entirely and
consumed it.
Just a few more centimetres and its
proboscis would be there, and then... But before
it could even contemplate that, the still of the
night was abruptly broken by a series of very
loud tik-tik cries directly overhead. It was the
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manananggals familiar something was wrong,

somebody must be approaching the house!
The manananggals proboscis retracted
instantly, but at the same moment Maria awoke,
the tiktiks cries having shaken her out of her
deep warmth-induced slumber. Her eyes
opened, and the first thing that she saw was a
hideous rat-like horror on the ground at her feet.
But even as she stared at it, it began to shuffle
off on its two legs and a large pair of bat-like
wings opened up above its back.
Involuntarily, Maria snapped open her
mouth and screamed at the top of her voice,
over and over again, shrieking and howling with
uncontrollable hysterical terror and horror at
what she had seen - what she knew to be a
manananggal! Then she saw the table nearby,
and the large box on it, which had been left
there by her sister that very morning. They had

both joked about it at the time, especially about
some of its bizarre contents, never believing that
these would ever be needed but they were
sorely needed now. For what the box
contained was a wide selection of items
guaranteed, at least according to traditional
Filipino lore, to dispel manananggals. But
surely this was all just superstition wasnt
it? Yet the manananggal was only too real,
so perhaps these assorted objects power
would be too.
Quickly, Maria opened the box and tipped
its contents out on the table. They were certainly
an extraordinarily diverse, eclectic assemblage.
A red pouch full of ginger and coins. The dried
penis of a horse. A faded photograph of her
grandmother. A bag of salt. A whip fabricated
from the somewhat desiccated tail of a stingray.
A long silver dagger. Scrabbling among them,
she grabbed the bag of salt and hurled its
contents over the retreating manananggal,
which let forth an ear-splitting screech as its skin
began to burn and sizzle where the salt had
landed upon it.
Raising its head, its eyes glowing in fury, the
manananggal turned around, and then stepped
forward towards her, its red mouth open wide in
hissing rage. Swiftly, Maria snatched up the
horse penis in one hand and her grandmothers
photo in the other, and brandished them
towards the approaching vampire. Instantly, it
stopped in its tracks, its golden eyes now
flashing in panic, because phallic objects and
images of elderly women are items that, for
reasons long since lost in the mists of bygone
ages, induce outright terror in the minds of all
manananggals. It opened its wings fully, in an
attempt to fly up and away from the frightening
objects, but as it did so, Maria began thrashing
at it with the stingray-tail whip, hoping that its
sharp barbs would pierce the manananggals
skin - already blistered and raw from the effects
of the salt.
Just as she did so, however, a loud beating
was heard upon the main door. Rosa! Shed
arrived at last! Why had it taken her so long?
Maria shouted out, just to make sure that it was
had even been separated from him for any

length of time finally he had decided that they
should move far away, which is what had
brought them to Antipolo.
But once again, miscarriages and stillborn
babies had lately been occurring with increasing
frequency in areas of the city close to theirs, and
sometimes near to their own home. However, the
IN THE SPACE OF A SECOND,

THE MANANANGGAL HAD
FLOWN THROUGH THE STILLAJAR DOOR AND OUT
gone to Marias house that evening as promised.

She walked out of her bedroom, closed the
door, and walked along the landing towards the
stairs. Yes, it was time...
Downstairs, her father stood motionless,
willing his mind and his heart to accept what
must be done. A few minutes earlier, he had
received a phone-call from a near-hysterical
Maria, who, with her brother Juans help,
had somehow managed to convey what
had happened with the manananggal,
and that they fervently hoped all was well
with Rosa, as she had never arrived at
Marias house. When he put the phone
down, Rosas father was ashen and
shaking. He knew very well that Rosa had
set out, because a friend driving by in his car
had happened to see her walking through the
fields not far from Marias house. Yet when Rosa
had unexpectedly arrived back home only a few
hours later, she had gone straight to her room
without even speaking, let alone explaining why
she hadnt stayed at Marias. He had naturally
assumed that she would explain everything at
dinner, but the horrific news from Maria had
driven all other thoughts from his mind all
other thoughts but one, that is.
So, it had indeed begun again, and closer
to home in every sense this time than ever
before. After all, Maria was a good friend. How
could it be? It cannot be, surely and yet, it
must be. No longer was there any other
explanation. No longer could there be any
further attempt to brush aside such events as
mere coincidences.
He glanced at an open drawer in his writing
desk, then looked down at his hand, at what he
had taken out of that drawer and was now
holding, which gleamed brightly even in the
evenings subdued light. It was a long slender
dagger, with a razor-sharp blade. A silver dagger.
He stood in the shadows at the foot of the
stairs, and waited. Yes, it was time...
indeed Rosa but it wasnt. It was her brother,

Juan! Maria raced to the door, unbolted it,
hauled it open, and dragged a startled Juan
inside. Without saying a word, she pointed at
the manananggal, flapping overhead, and
handed him the silver dagger, because if he
could stab this loathsome entity with a weapon
fashioned from silver, it would die. But even as
Juan grasped the dagger, the
manananggal had spotted an escape
route. In the rush to get Juan inside, Maria
hadnt closed the door!
In the space of a second, the
manananggal had flown through the stillajar door and out onwards and away
into the night sky, accompanied by the
tiktik, and free to attempt further attacks
elsewhere. But at least the nightmare for Maria
and her unborn child was over (although her
brother swiftly placed a circle of protective
coins from the red pouch on the floor all
around her as she sat back on the chair, just in
case). Juan had managed to catch an earlier
train, which was why he was here tonight, and
not the following morning as expected - but as
Rosa had never appeared, that was just as well.
The manananggal flew back to the group of
trees where it had concealed its lower half.
When it reached them, it transformed back into
its human upper half, which then settled upon
its lower, and united with it at once, becoming a
whole woman again. Afterwards, it swiftly
dressed itself in the human clothes that it had
originally been wearing but which it had
concealed with its lower half earlier that evening.
Then back towards the city walked Rosa for
the manananggal and Rosa were, of course,
one and the same entity.
But they hadnt always been. When the
original Rosa, the real daughter of her father,
was four years old, one hot febrile night a
manananggal had surreptitiously found its way
into her bedroom while she was asleep, and
had silently drained her of her life force until she
was dead. Then, once again without making
even the faintest of sounds, it had stripped
Rosas clothes from her small cold body, which
it had then devoured entirely, before shapeshifting itself into an exact likeness of her when
alive, then dressing itself in her clothes. And noone, not even Rosas own father, had ever
suspected that anything was amiss. Or at least,
not until, down through the years, an inordinate
number of pregnant women in their village and
others nearby had suffered miscarriages, given
birth to stillborn babies, and in some cases had
even experienced what had appeared to be an
unexplained total reabsorbing of the foetus
while still only a few weeks old.
Eventually, suspicious fingers had begun to
point towards the withdrawn, uncommunicative,
secretive Rosa. And even though her father had
angrily denounced all such accusations, pointing
out that they had lived together ever since Rosas
birth it was not as if Rosa had been adopted
by him and was therefore of unknown origin, or
city was far bigger than their village, and Rosa

knew that the number of cases overall was too
small to attract unwelcome attention. So she
would be safe, and would remain undetected
here for a long time, assuaging her bloodlust
without fear of discovery.
Back home, Rosa sat in her room, getting
ready for dinner with her father downstairs. Her
father she smiled as those words entered her
mind. Even at the heights of her bloodlusts, her
father was the one human figure that had
always remained inviolate, never at risk of being
attacked by her, because as a child and even as
a teenager she had depended entirely upon him
to protect her physically from those who had
grown suspicious, and also to dispel rumours
that might otherwise have led to formal
investigations. Of course, now that she was no
longer a teenager, now that she was a grown
woman soon to qualify as a midwife and
trembling with something akin to erotic ecstasy
at the thought of the unchallenged access that
this job would give her to pregnant women!
from now on she would be able to stand up for
herself. Her father would no longer be
invaluable, or even valuable. On the contrary, he
was now entirely disposable.
And as she reflected upon this,
her face glimmered with a pale,
unearthly glow, as for just the briefest
of instants her eyes became golden
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DOORWAYS:
THE PATH THROUGH A DARK FOREST
THERE ARE DOORS.
By Wm. Michael Mott
DOORWAYS. PORTALS. PASSAGEWAYS, ENTRANCES, EXITS, VERTICES IN,

TANGENCIES OUT... THIS MUCH SHOULD BE PRETTY CLEAR TO MOST, NOW.
There are areas of high strangeness wherein which anomalies of
various types occur frequently; a wide range of unknown or anomalous
creatures, animals, beings, or entities are seen or encountered;
paranormal activity is highly energised and rampant; and inexplicable
aerial and submarine objects are seen. John Keel called these "window
areas," and modern paranormal parlance refers to such places as vortices,
places of power, or simply portals.
But this is only one aspect of the idea of doorways: for there are other
types of entry ways for the inexplicable and strange into our lives: lifestyle
choices, occult activity, violent behaviour, and sometimes even research
into paranormal and anomalous topics. There are doorways into our lives,
even our minds and our spirit, if we are not very careful. The investigation
of the paranormal, the outr, the anomalous should be first of all scientific
and lastly, superstitious; yet various religious traditions should be heeded,
because the hazards are very real, and over the millennia human beings
have learned that there is indeed an aspect to this "unreal reality" that
overlaps well into the realm of gods, devils, "other than human"
intelligences, and yes, even the doorsteps of the Creator, and those in
opposition to that authority.
One of the areas of research (a personal favourite, and the topic of a
book now in its 3rd edition by this writer) dealing with such things,
indicates that many mysteries probably don't originate in Zeta Reticuli, the
belt of Orion, or in another nebulous dimension or "astral" plane (always
handy to blame, instead of thinking logically). Instead, evidence and logic
both indicate that such things are actually originating much more near at
hand, and always have. While we scramble to follow false leads received
from dubious sources, which are generally impossible to verify, our
attention is misdirected from what is going on in our backyards, the woods
behind our homes, the oceans and lakes around us, and the very ground
beneath our feet.
This is particularly true of physical encounters and manifestations;
other types of encounters are clearly localised or transient manifestations
of energy, in forms and actions which indicate awareness and
consciousness. Again, even these seemingly nebulous events and
encounters tend to have direct ties to earthly energy fields, forces, and
locations, or what Keel called "window areas." This was not unknown to
the ancient civilizations around our planet, and is the reason that Holy
Places are considered holy, and Accursed ones, accursed.
Recently, a series of events was brought to my attention, which
indicates this strange truth all too well. A number of teenaged boys (who
remain nameless here by request) in the South-eastern United States had
a variety of encounters with anomalous beings in the same nearwilderness woodlands and swamps where one of their fathers had
encountered such things as a lad. These events began on an extremely
overcast afternoon, after a day-long violent thunderstorm and downpour.
The region sits atop limestone and sandstone, heavily caverned, but
with only a few entrances into the subterranean regions (but often found
by well-diggers, construction work, and so on). On the afternoon under
study, these two young explorers, machetes and tomahawks at their belts,
headed out for the deep woods. The hope was to see a deer, some
coyotes, a bobcat, or some other denizen of the forest. The machetes and
tomahawks weren't for use in hunting, but in clearing a path through
dense brush if necessary, and to dispatch a poisonous snake if the
opportunity were thrust upon them (the region is rife with cottonmouth
moccasins, rattlesnakes, and copperhead vipers).
As they reached a particularly remote clearing in the woods, they were
startled to first hear rocks and sticks being thrown in their direction
repeatedly, and then to see small heads peering at them from behind
bushes and trees - not just once, but many times. They described these
creatures, which they saw very clearly, as humanoid, ranging in height
from three to four feet, and hairless. The oversized heads were on spindly
bodies, but at least one of the entities had strangely broad shoulders
beneath its melon-like head, which unlike the others, had black skin. The
skin of the other creatures was a dirty tan, almost the colour of wood.
Open skies, Open Minds
The boys began a cautious, but calm retreat. By the time they'd gone a
few hundred yards toward home (still about half a mile away), they passed
an ancient barn overgrown with trees and shrubbery, unused for decades.
Looking back, they saw yet another of these beings leaning out from
behind a tree about thirty yards away. One of the boys wanted to flee with
all haste; the other boy, the father of whom had encountered such things
before, was all for going back with a sturdy tomahawk axe and inquiring of
the creature as to what its general attitude problem really was. He was
scarcely constrained by his friend, and they retreated homeward.
Later, the boy with the axe and his father discovered that there was a
deep, narrow sinkhole in the vicinity of the barn, about twenty yards from
it. This hole plunges down to some unknown depth in the top of the hill on
which the barn stands. If there are subterranean hollows in the area, then
they were probably massively flooded during the time of the encounter, as
the downpour had been both torrential and prolonged. Could this have
driven the beings out of their normal habitat? And did the extremely heavy
overcast conditions contribute to the boldness of what may well have been
sub-terrestrial beings?
In this same region, the Choctaw Indians have legends of a variety of
non-human beings, believed to dwell in the wild places to this day. One
type of being is the Bohpoli, or "little stone thrower", also believed to be
an abductor of children, youths, and maidens. As with the "little people" of
many cultures around the world, the Bohpoli are said to dwell in cavernhomes deep beneath the ground.
Over the next several days, many strange things happened around the
farm. Something kept turning the stiff door-knob and opening the door of
an old travel-trailer or caravan in the dead of night, even with a number of
belligerent and vigilant dogs in the yard. While getting ready for bed one
night, the father of the bolder boy saw a small, thin form of brown colour,
about four feet tall, glide swiftly past the window and between two vehicles
on the carport. The dogs in general were in an uproar most nights,
throughout the night, with a tone of fear in their barking; normally
aggressive and willing to plunge into the woods, the canines held back at
the edge of the trees. As late as a week later, a visitor who knew nothing
about any of these events, was startled when she saw a short "figure" dart
behind a woodpile and shrubbery behind the house and in front of the
woods, illuminated momentarily in a motion-activated security light.
Two weeks later, things had quieted down quite a bit. The two boys
involved in the original incident decided to go on a camping trip in the

general vicinity of their earlier encounter, taking three of their friends with
them. They set up camp near a sizeable pond at the bottom slope of a
huge hill, and right above a drop-off into an expansive swamp area.
Another sinkhole is nearby, down in the swamp. They had a good supply
of firewood, a healthy fire, and a big tent to protect them from the clouds of
mosquitoes, which could come out of the swamp throughout the night.
Two of the boys were Protestants, and one was Catholic; one was
agnostic, and the other was a neo-pagan of sorts. During the first
encounter, the Christian and pagan had experienced the creatures
together, but the incident was certainly not expected by either to be
repeated. They could not have been more wrong.
During the night, all of these boys witnessed a variety of apparitions,
humanoid figures, and other unknown entities. These beings were quite
bold and would stand within view for some time. There was a pale, thin
creature about seven feet tall, seemingly solid, which faded away as it
retreated, and several imp-like beings of great solidity, which looked like
the same variety encountered before, were seen in surrounding woods,
climbing trees, and lurking at the edge of camp. There was also a huge,
gnarled entity about eight feet in height that was fully illuminated in the
headlights of an all-terrain vehicle during a search for firewood.
Something large stalked about the tent, but retreated into the swamp
when they boys rushed out to confront it. At one point, the key to the
vehicle mysteriously disappeared from the pagan boy's pants pocket; his
Protestant friend, who had been with him during the first encounter
weeks earlier, commanded the thief or thieves to return the keys at once,
invoking the name and authority of Jesus Christ. All four boys heard the
patter of swift, small feet, and the key landed nearby with a jingle and
thump, also heard by all. Turning, they shone their lights right on the
missing key.
This activity continued with intensity throughout the night, until the
machete-wielding braggadocio of the boys, combined with determined
commands to depart which invoked the name of Jesus Christ, finally
brought an end to it around 4 am. After this, the area was quiet until dawn.
The combination of the threat of steel or iron (according to many traditions
worldwide these metals are an absolute anathema to several non-human
entities,) and strong religious faith finally put an end to the ordeal. The
agnostic youth is now seriously considering Christianity, which he says was
the only effective tool against the night-time invaders, as far as he could tell.
Given the natural resilience of youth, the boys now want to go
camping again soon, but will have to wait until deer hunting season is over,
lest they be shot accidentally in the woods by hunters using high-powered
rifles. This is a danger, which is apparently much more concrete than the
ecto-plasmic and other forms that fed off of their fear and adrenaline on
the first camping trip.
About two hundred yards to the west of the campsite is the opposite
slope of the hill, ancient and heavily wooded. I was privileged to be
permitted to explore this area
late one afternoon and take
Mike Mott
some photos, both with flash
and without. The time was at
about 5:00 in the afternoon.
One of these is reproduced
here for reader consideration
(the metal structure at left is a
tree-stand used by deer
hunters during the fall of the
year), along with the cautionary
statement that some doors are
probably best left unopened,
or intruded upon at all.
Wm. Michael Mott is a writer
and artist who writes on a
variety of topics. His website is
www.mottimorphic.com.
OPEN
sOkPiEesN,
minds
which Susan, a lady from England, underwent in December 2010. These

experiences appear to involve abduction by non-human entities and have
physical evidence to back them up, including video footage. In this article,
I will cover the main aspects of the case and why I feel it is one of the most
impressive contact cases I have yet looked into.
BACKGROUND
And so it was that on Sunday 24th January 2011 I drove out to meet Susan
and her family at their home. They were very welcoming, and Susan was
happy to share with me the details of what she had experienced, both the
incidents in December, and also other experiences from earlier in her life
which may be connected. I was immediately struck by how honest and
down-to-earth (no pun intended) she seemed, and I have no doubt at all
that she experienced the incidents exactly how she described. This was
confirmed further when I returned to the house on 6th February with a
hypnotherapist, who regressed Susan back to the two incidents. This
sometimes-controversial technique produced some additional details, plus
an emotional recollection of what took place.
INITIAL ABDUCTION
It was the night of 2nd December 2010. The night began just like any other.
Late in the evening Susan put her daughters to bed in the converted loft.
She and her husband went to bed about 12.30am. Her husband soon
dropped off, but Susan found she could not sleep and lay awake in bed.
At some point after 1am she decided to walk through and check on her
daughters, something she often did. Whenever she does this, she tends to
have a quick glance out of the window of their room. It was when she did
this that she saw the strange glowing object already mentioned at the start
of this article.
UFOs Here And Now:

A Dual Abduction Case
NOTE: For reasons of anonymity pseudonyms have been used.
INTRODUCTION
Susan peered out of the window of her daughters bedroom. It was quite a
clear night and she could make out the farmers fields, which lay alongside
the property. Away in the distance over a small copse of trees, she noticed a
bright glowing light. It was white with a slight tint of orange in it. The light
was not completely round, but had a flattened oval shape to it. Its going to
crash Susan thought. But as she continued to watch she realised it looked
different to an aeroplane. She grabbed a piece of paper and held it up to the
glass to assure herself that she wasnt looking at a reflection from inside the
room. The light was still present. She turned round for a moment to check
on her girls. When she looked back she was surprised to see that the object
was now much closer, low down in the field adjacent to the house. And
immediately a thought came to her mind Oh...its watching me.
This incident was only the beginning of two fascinating experiences
THESE EXPERIENCES APPEAR TO

INVOLVE ABDUCTION BY NONHUMAN ENTITIES AND HAVE
PHYSICAL EVIDENCE TO BACK
THEM UP, INCLUDING VIDEO
FOOTAGE
By Dave
Hodrien
Photograph from the bedroom window showing the location

where the UFO was initially seen:
Witness drawing of how the UFO appeared at a distance:

As you have already heard, the
object looked distant at first
but was then suddenly down
in the field adjacent to the
house, no more than a couple
of hundred yards away. Now
that it was much closer, it
looked different to before.
Rather than being a flattened
oval shape it appeared to be a
horizontal row of lights. They
were so bright that she could
not see any solid object
behind them.
Photograph showing the location in the field to where the

UFO moved: Image 12 here
Witness drawing of how the UFO appeared when closer.

Susan immediately got
the impression that the
object was observing
her. Susan says that
she should have been
especially concerned
by this as she is Muslim
and likes to keep
covered up, and she
was only wearing her
nightgown. But rather
than being worried by
the presence of the
object and the feeling it
was watching her, she
turned around and
went back to her room!
This sort of behaviour is seen time and time again in UFO cases. It seems
that the ETs have a way of calming the individual down so they are not
concerned by what is taking place.
Back in her room Susan checked the time on her mobile phone, it
was 1.38am. Strangely, she then removed her nightgown. This was not
something she would normally do as it goes against her beliefs. Stranger
still, when I initially interviewed her she could not remember doing this,
she only remembered doing so under regression. Back in bed, she found
she could still not get to sleep. She did not think about the glowing object
outside at all. A short while later her younger daughter suddenly
appeared at the doorway of the room. She said she had felt something
pull her on the leg. Susan told her it was probably one of the cats and
that she should go back to bed, which she did.
Susan lay there a while longer and felt certain that she did not drop
off to sleep. Suddenly she got the urge to open her eyes. When she did,
she found she was no longer in her bedroom! She appeared to be lying
down on a hard flat surface. She did not observe what she was lying on
directly but could feel it. To her right she could see her elder daughter
kneeling alongside her on top of a table-like structure. Behind her
daughter there was nothing, only darkness. Her daughter leaned over and
said to her Dont be scared mum, its your turn next, theyre not going to
hurt you. Dont be scared. She then felt a pulling sensation on one of her
heels and then felt motion, like she was moving through some kind of
tunnel. This was just a feeling rather than something visual.
She then found herself in a different place. She found herself free
floating in darkness. She could no longer feel the surface below her. All
around her were what looked like glowing gridlines made of pale green
light, which split the area up into cubes. These lines did not pass through
her but appeared to be all over whatever area she was in. She could not
see anything beyond them. Susan also found that she was paralysed, and
could only move her eyes. She could sense the presence of a tall being
standing right behind her, and felt that it was resting its hand on the top of
her head, although she could not see anything there. The temperature of
this place seemed normal, but she could hear strange rhythmic sounds,
which reminded her of machinery.
Suddenly she began to experience what felt like numerous hands
prodding and touching her skin. When I first spoke with Susan about this
she did not remember seeing anything around her. Under hypnosis she
described seeing small shadowy figures, but she could not see any other
details. The prodding sensations began at her shoulders and then started
working their way down her body. While this was happening she
wondered why she was not frightened. This in turn served to actually
make her frightened, but she would then hear a voice inside her head
telling her not to be scared. This had the immediate effect of calming her
down; she says it felt like the tall being behind her was actually reaching
into her mind and placing these feelings there.
At the time of the incident, Susan had a bad back. As the sensations
reached this area she spoke to whoever was there using her mind, saying
Youre going to hurt my back. She then heard a response say Were
not going to hurt your back. Look. Then she felt one of her legs being
moved up and down, as if to prove to her that there was no pain. She
then became aware of a strange looking machine which was between
her legs.
What followed next was an interal examination. This was
understandably quite upsetting, and during the regression she became
quite emotional stating I dont want them to do this.
While this procedure was going on, Susan felt there was an urgency
to the situation as if whoever was in charge was running out of time.
A white light suddenly appeared off to her left. It looked like the light
from a doorway, which had suddenly opened at the edge of the darkened
area in which she was floating. Standing in this light was a very tall figure.
At first she assumed it was her own son as he is almost 6 and a half feet
tall. However, she soon realised that this being was even taller, closer to 8
feet in height.
Before the regression, Susan could only remember seeing the
silhouette of this being. However while she was hypnotised she was able
to remember more details about it. What she described was a tall grey
being. It had a slender body with long arms and legs and an over-sized
head. Its eyes were large, black and teardrop-shaped. She does not
remember seeing a nose or mouth, but this could have been because of
the distance of the being to herself. Susan stated that it looked kind, and
she was not scared of it.
Witness drawing of the tall Grey:
This was accompanied with a sudden drop in temperature as if she was

outside. She then remembers appearing in the kitchen adjacent to the
bedroom, still floating in a lying down position, then she floated through to
the bedroom and was placed back into her bed.
Susan opened her eyes; it was still dark in the room. She felt dazed
and also very hot, despite the fact that her skin was cold to the touch. She
vaguely remembers leaning over and picking up her nightgown, which
was on the floor next to the bed, and putting it back on. She then checked
the time again; it was now 3.18am. She felt confused because it had only
felt like about 30 minutes had gone by, whereas it was actually closer to
90 minutes.
She woke her husband up and explained everything that she could
remember. She did not mention the UFO she had seen in the field as the
memory of viewing it had completely vanished from her mind. This is
common with close encounters, especially when contact is involved.
She only remembered seeing this later when speaking with her aunt about
the incident.
As she spoke with her husband she found herself worrying that she
was going to be pregnant. She does not know where this thought came
from or why. After telling him what had happened, they both dropped
back off to sleep. In the morning Susan initially felt that her back was
going to be fine, but soon realised it was not. She also noticed that she
was spotting a small amount of blood. This bleeding continued for several
days, as did the feeling that her back was going to be fixed.
As the days went on she became more and more frightened to go to
bed at night. This fear is a very common aspect of contact, and can
sometimes be dealt with over time. Each night she became more and
more frightened until she was absolutely terrified. She stayed up as late as
possible until she finally fell to sleep due to sheer exhaustion. The family
own numerous infrared cameras. Her husband decided to set one of
these up in the bedroom to prove to Susan that nothing was happening to
her during the night. It was on the second night with the camera, the 8th
December 2010, that Susan had her next experience.
FOLLOW ON ABDUCTION
She then heard the tall Grey speak in her mind. However, what it said
appeared to be directed not at her, but at the smaller shadowy beings
around her. It asked What are you doing with her? Why is she still here?
Susan then felt the familiar pulling sensation on her heel. Before her
regression she just remembered suddenly being back in bed. However,
under hypnosis she recalls the sense of moving through a tunnel again.
BEFORE HER REGRESSION SHE JUST

REMEMBERED SUDDENLY BEING BACK
IN BED. HOWEVER, UNDER HYPNOSIS
SHE RECALLS THE SENSE OF MOVING
THROUGH A TUNNEL AGAIN
This time the experience was not preceded by a UFO sighting. Susan was
taken from her bed at an unknown time while she was sleeping. The
incident felt to her like a very vivid dream. However, there are numerous
reasons why I feel this really took place. The experience began with the
familiar tugging at her feet and the feeling that she had moved through a
tunnel. However, this time - rather than find herself in darkness - Susan
could see her surroundings clearly.
She found herself in a clean and clinical looking room. There were
brown wooden panels all over the walls, and two frames on the wall with
some sort of writing on that she could not read. She was once again
naked and lying down on a flat hard table-like structure. This time she had
a thin white sheet draped over her body from the neck down, and some
kind of soft pillow under her head.
To her right was a strange looking man. He had human features, but
his skin was very pale. He was wearing dark rimmed glasses and had
short red hair. He was wearing a white doctors coat. But what troubled
Susan was that his face, in some way, did not seem real. It appeared to be
blurred, and under hypnosis Susan stated that it looked like it wanted to
fall off. The man had his arms outstretched over her, holding his hands a
short distance above the sheet. Again Susan noticed something was not
right with the hands. At first they appeared normal, but then seemed to
change. There were less than 5 fingers and they were long and pointed. At
first she thought the man was sitting down alongside her, but after a while
she felt he was actually short in height and standing next to her. The man
told her he was a doctor, but Susan did not believe him, and instinctively
felt that it was something else masquerading as a human doctor.
In many contact cases the ETs have demonstrated the ability to mask
either their own appearance, or even the appearance of the surroundings.
This is usually referred to as a screen memory. The features Susan
describes suggest that this was a Grey using a screen memory, probably
to make the situation seem more familiar to her.
Witness drawing of the room, her position within it, and the
being alongside her:
To her left Susan could once again sense the presence of a tall being of
some kind, but just as before she could not actually see it. She felt it was
the same one that had been there in her previous experience. The short
man began to move his hands down over Susans body. As he did, he
stopped at various places and then spoke to her directly in her mind. He
moved his hands down over her stomach area and told her that she had
an ulcer but that it wasnt causing her any discomfort. Then he moved a
little lower and told her that she had low blood sugar, but wasnt diabetic.
Susan was worried that he was going to tell her she had cancer. But the
man then moved his hands down over her uterus and told her that she
didnt need to worry about this.
The man then told her that it was going to check her cholera
(pronounced chow-lair-a). Susan had no idea what this word meant, but
the man moved his hands to the left side of her belly. She sensed that
something had been put inside her on a previous occasion and this is
what he was checking up on. I have not been able to find any part of the
body relating to that name. It is possible that Susan had, or still has, an
implant inside of her that she is unaware of at present.
This was essentially the end of her experience. Susan remembers the
feeling of travelling through a tunnel again, but after that she did not wake
up and only remembered the incident in the morning. When she got out of
bed she found that her back was feeling much better. This feeling
persisted for a number of days, and although since then it has started to
get worse again, it is still not as bad as it used to be. Could Susans back
have received healing as part of her second experience?
Susan also noticed there were two bruises on her belly around the
area of her ovaries but not completely symmetrical. She also started
bleeding again, more heavily this time. In the weeks after the experience,
Susan found that she now has a normal 28 day menstrual cycle, whereas
before her experiences it had always been an abnormal 45 day cycle. She
seemed to have been altered permanently in some way.
camcorder was in a very unusual format, which appeared to be completely

unplayable in any PC video editing software. So as well as send me the
original file, they also sent me a recording of it being played on a screen.
This is quite grainy but it is still possible to see what is taking place to an
extent. I ran the footage through some de-graining software and filters,
which helped improve the picture quality.
Susan does not unquestioningly believe that the video proves she was
taken, nor is she trying to sensationalise it in any way. In fact, she has tried to
recreate the effect by lying down in bed various ways, but so far this has
proved unsuccessful. Perhaps it was nothing more than an optical illusion.
However, for this to have been the case she would have needed to be lying
on her right hand side or on her back alongside her husband. But at the
time this footage was taken Susan could only sleep on her left side due to her
bad back. If she rolled onto her back or right side she would immediately
wake up in pain, yet in the footage the bed covers lie flat for 13 minutes.
After the covers drop down a couple of seconds later, there is slight
movement at the base of the bed. But after this there is nothing. I cannot
say for certain whether this movement is her foot, or just a fold in the cover
collapsing. If it is her foot, then this does not mean that the second
experience cannot be genuine. Some abductions appear to be
metaphysical - it is possible that just her consciousness was taken not her
actual body. However, there are aspects which point towards it being a
physical abduction including the way in which the ET was moving its
hands over her describing her ailments, and the bruises found the
following morning.
BELOW ARE SOME STILLS FROM THE FOOTAGE COVERING WHAT
TAKES PLACE THROUGHOUT:
1) Susan and her husband are sleeping soundly. Susan is on her left side,
the side that she always sleeps on.
2) Susan moves around a bit under the covers, then appears to arch her
back upward quite a distance.
3) The bedclothes suddenly crumple inward over 2 seconds.
4) There is a slight movement at the base of the bed cover, it is impossible
to say for definite whether this is one of Susans feet or just a fold of the
cover collapsing.
1)
2)
3)
4)
THE CAMERA FOOTAGE

On the morning of the 9th December after Susan realised she may have
been taken a second time, she and her husband decided to check the
camera footage from the night to see if anything showed up on it. They
were astounded by what they found. The majority of the footage looked
completely normal. But at 3.19am it looked like Susan suddenly
dematerialised and vanished from beneath the bed covers! One moment
she was there, the next the covers seemed to crumple inward. Thirteen
minutes went by with the covers lying completely still. They suddenly they
seemed to be forced upward. When they settled back down Susan was
once again visible. They wondered if this was actual proof that she had
been physically taken for a period of time.
When I initially spoke with Susan and her husband via E-Mail, I asked
them to send me through the video. The original footage directly from the
5) About 12.5 minutes go by without any movement at all then suddenly

the bed covers seem to either rise up or be pushed upward by Susan
quite dramatically. As this is happening, she also moves about beneath
them. Her sleeping husband gets disturbed by this and rolls over onto his
left but does not appear to wake up.
6) Susan can now be seen lying on her left side in the bed again.
5)
6)
CONCLUSIONS
This is truly a stunning contact case, and one of the most intriguing I have
yet looked into. There are many reasons why I feel that these incidents
were real. The experiences fit in extremely well with other reported contact
cases. There are many aspects to them which have been reported time
and time again by contactees. However at the time of these experiences
Susan had not looked into the ET contact subject, so had no way of
knowing how closely they fitted. In fact, initially she did not even believe
that the experiences were down to extraterrestrials.
There are, however, certain aspects which are extremely unusual. One
particularly intriguing aspect is the glowing grid lines that Susan saw all
around herself while floating in darkness during her first experience. I have
not come across any other case yet where these grid lines have been
seen, obviously thats not to say that there are none. The witness suffered
much emotional trauma coming to terms with these experiences. This
trauma has been plain to see, and it is not something that would come
from nothing more than vivid dreams or an over-active imagination.
Susan is a Muslim, so she has also had to consider how these
experiences fit with her religious beliefs. There are also other physical
aspects to the case such as the bruising that was discovered after her
second abduction, the bleeding that occurred after both incidents, and
the fact that since these two experiences her back has seemed to be a lot
better. There are a number of incidents, which have happened to Susan
earlier in her life, some of which fit in with ongoing ET contact.
Unfortunately, I do not have the space to go into these in this article, but it
is certainly a possibility that Susan has experienced contact since an
early age.
It goes without saying that I find the video footage very interesting
indeed. After speaking with the family for many hours on numerous
occasions I am absolutely convinced that it is not a hoax the footage is
definitely genuine and the family have not tried to fake anything in any way
(take my word for it). It seems too much of a coincidence that on the night
Susan has her second abduction experience something unusual was then
found on the footage when she played it back. There is nothing that
directly conflicts with the idea that she was taken from her bed, and then
put back in exactly the same position. In her first experience, from what we
have learned from the regression it seems that she was initially returned to
the adjoining kitchen rather than the bedroom. However, this could have
been accidental and down to the urgency that Susan sensed with the
situation.
Could this footage be actual proof that Susan was abducted? I cannot
say for certain, Im not sure anyone really can. If it does show Susan
vanishing from the bed then it is one of the most important contact related
videos to have ever been filmed. But it is all too easy to ignore the rest of
the case and concentrate only on the footage aspect. As I mentioned
earlier, sometimes abductions can take place where the individuals
physical body is not taken. With this in mind, whether the footage really
shows Susan disappearing and reappearing is, at the end of the day,
irrelevant; I feel certain that the experiences took place, and it is these that
should be discussed and analysed going forward.
I would like to end by thanking Susan for having the bravery to come
forward with this sensitive information, and for the hospitality shown by
both her and her family. Without the testimonies from individuals such as
Susan, the ET contact subject would be barely known about, and for this
reason they all deserve our ongoing thanks and support.
FURTHER INFORMATION
For additional information regarding this case, including the video footage,
transcript of the regression and other experiences see the official report
on the BUFOG website. http://www.bufog.com
ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Dave Hodrien is a UFO investigator and the
Chairman of Birmingham UFO Group in the
heart of England. He is a supporter of the
extraterrestrial hypothesis, and after looking
into many cases over the years feels that
this is the most logical explanation for what
is taking place on a global level. Dave has a
particular interest in the contact
phenomena and regularly runs online
contactee support meetings via his groups website. He has spoken
on the subject at various conferences, written articles for numerous
publications, and is now a regular contributor to Paranormal.
Raising the
Spider God
EXPERIMENTS WITH TULPAS
By Richard Freeman
IN 1970 THE CELEBRATED SCIENCE FICTION WRITER CLIFFORD D SIMAK

WROTE A REMARKABLE NOVEL CALLED OUT OF THEIR MINDS.
The plot revolved around human thought
taking on physical form and becoming
dangerously independent of its creators.
One character, a scientist who gets
mysteriously murdered muses...I believe that
thought, the energy of thought, whatever
strange form thought itself might take,
streaming unceasingly through the centuries
from the minds of billions of men and women,
has given rise to a group of beings which in
time, perhaps a not too distant time, will
supersede the human race...
One mans thought about a vicious,
ghoulish shape lurking in the dark would not
bring that shape into actual being. But an
entire tribe, all thinking (and afraid) of this
same ghoulish shape would bring it, I believe
into actual being. The shape was not there to
start with. It existed in the mind of only one
man, crouching frightened in the dark. And
frightened of he knew not what, he felt he must
give shape to this thing of fear and so he
imagined it and told the other of what he
imagined and they imagined it a swell. And

they imagined it so long and so well and so
believed in it that eventually they created it.
Two years after Simaks book was
published, it seemed that life was imitating art.
In September of 1972 a group of
parapsychologists in Toronto, Canada began a
very strange experiment. Calling themselves
the Owen Group after their leader Dr A.R.G
Owen, their goal was to try and create an
artificial ghost using the power of their
combined minds.
So that each person would have a clear
mental picture of the ghost they gave him a
name, Philip Aylesford, and a background.
Philip was an aristocratic Englishman, living in
the middle 1600s at the time of Oliver
Cromwell. He had been a supporter of the
King, and was a Catholic. He was married to a
beautiful but cold and frigid wife, Dorothea, the
daughter of a neighbouring nobleman.
One day when out riding on the boundaries
of his estates Philip came across a gypsy
encampment and saw there a beautiful darkeyed, raven-haired, gypsy girl, Margo, and fell
instantly in love with her. He brought her back
secretly to live in the gatehouse, near the
stables of Diddington Manor - his family home.
For some time he kept his love-nest secret,
but eventually Dorothea, realizing he was
keeping someone else there, found Margo, and
accused her of witchcraft and stealing her
husband. Philip was too scared of losing his
reputation and his possessions to protest at the
trial of Margo, and she was convicted of
witchcraft and burned at the stake.
Philip was subsequently stricken with
remorse that he had not tried to defend Margo
and used to pace the battlements of
Diddington in despair. Finally, one morning his
body was found at the bottom of the
battlements, whence he had cast himself in a
fit of agony and remorse.
One of the group drew a sketch of Phillip
as a bearded, smiling man with kindly eyes.
As a group they would discuss Philip and

his life and meditate upon him, trying to make
him as real as possible. As the sittings
progressed the group began to hold sances
and were amazed when their man-made ghost
began to answer them in distinct raps. Phillip
would use the one rap for yes and two for no
system. He answered questions accurately
about the fictional background the group had
made up for him.
But Phillip did not stop at raps. It seemed
that he could affect the world around him.
Phillip could dim or brighten the electric lights
in the room where the experiments took place,
as well as causing breezes to blow through the
room. The table around which they sat seemed
to feel as if electrically charged and would
sometimes dance about on its own. On
occasion, the table would rush towards people
like an excited dog, sometimes trapping them
in a corner. The sitters also recorded a
shapeless mist forming over the table.
It had appeared that the collective power or
gestalt of their minds had, indeed, created
something that was, to a certain degree
tangible. The group tried repeating the
experiment and created more fictional ghosts
such as Lilith, a French Canadian spy,
Sebastian, a medieval alchemist and Axel, a
man from the future.
An Australian group replicated the
experiment by creating the persona of a 14year-old girl called Skippy Cartmen. But this
was not the first time such experiments had
been carried out. In Tibet there is a local
tradition of creating thought forms or tulpas
as they are known locally. The tradition has
been assimilated into Buddhism and it is said
that with deep meditation and concentration
trained monks can create such entities. But
these tulpas do not just rap tables. They can
be seen and touched by others and have a
degree of physical reality to them!
A truly remarkable Frenchwoman
Alexandra David-Nel (1868-1969) spent a
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lifetime exploring the mystic east from India to

Japan, but spent most of her time in the
Himalayas and Tibet. She studded Buddhism
for most of her adult life and whilst in Tibet
gained the rank of a lama. She wrote 30 books
on her travels. It is in the most famous of these,
Magic and Mystery in Tibet, that she writes of
tulpas and her own creation of one.
However the practice is considered as
fraught with danger for every one who has not
reached a high mental and spiritual degree of
enlightenment and is not fully aware of the
nature of the psychic forces at work in the
process.
Once the tulpa is endowed with enough
vitality to be capable of playing the part of a
real being, it tends to free itself from its makers
control. This, say Tibetan occultists, happens
nearly mechanically, just as the child, when his
body is completed and able to live apart, leaves
its mothers womb. Sometimes the phantom
becomes a rebellious son and one hears of
uncanny struggles that have taken place
between magicians and their creatures, the
former being severely hurt or even killed by the
latter.
Tibetan magicians also relate cases in
which the tulpa is sent to fulfil a mission, but
does not come back and pursues its
peregrinations as a half-conscious,
dangerously mischievous puppet. The same
thing, it is said, may happen when the maker of
the tulpa dies before having dissolved it. Yet as
a rule the phantom either disappears suddenly
at the death of the magician or gradually
vanishes like a body that perishes for want of
food. On the other hand, some tulpas are
expressly intended to survive their creator and
are specially formed for that purpose.
The creation of such an entity is achieved
through extreme ritual concentration and
visualisation. Their creation is difficult as is
their destruction, as she found out for herself.
I shut myself indoors and proceeded to
perform the prescribed concentration of
thought and other rites. After a few months the
phantom Monk was formed. His form grew
gradually fixed and lifelike looking. He became
a kind of guest, living in my apartment. I then
broke my seclusion and started for a tour, with
my servants and tents.
The Monk included himself in the party.
Though I lived in the open, riding on horseback
for miles each day, the illusion persisted. I saw
the fat tulpa; now and then it was not
necessary for me to think of him to make him
appear. The phantom performed various
actions of the kind that are natural to travellers
and that I had not commanded. For instance,
he walked, stopped, looked around him. The
illusion was mostly visual, but sometimes I felt
as if a robe was lightly rubbing against me, and
once a hand seemed to touch my shoulder.
The features which I had imagined, when
building my phantom, gradually underwent a
change. The fat, chubby-cheeked fellow grew
leaner, his face assumed a vaguely mocking,

sly, malignant look. He became more
troublesome and bold. In brief, he escaped my
control. Once, a herdsman who brought me a
present of butter saw the tulpa in my tent and
took it for a living lama.
I ought to have let the phenomenon follow
its course, but the presence of that unwanted
companion began to prove trying to my nerves;
it turned into a "day-nightmare". Moreover, I
was beginning to plan my journey to Lhasa and
needed a quiet brain devoid of other
preoccupations, so I decided to dissolve the
phantom. I succeeded, but only after six
months of hard struggle. My mind-creature was
tenacious of life.
Another remarkable lady was the witch and
occult writer Dion Fortune. In her book Psychic
Self Defence she writes of how she
subconsciously created a tulpa in the shape of
a wolf. She had been lying in bed brooding on
someone who had injured her and thoughts of
Fenris, the giant, demonic wolf of Norse
legend, crept into her mind. She felt an odd
drawing out sensation of her solar plexus and
to her horror found that a huge wolf was
apparently lying on the bed next to her.
Summoning up her courage she pushed the
seemingly solid animal off the bed and it
vanished ghost-like through her bedroom wall.
She recalls seeing what looked like a spectral
umbilical cord stretching from her to the beast.
With much effort and will power she
summoned the creature back and re-absorbed
it into herself. The next day, other inhabitants of
the house she was staying in spoke of
dreaming about wolves and waking to see
glowing eyes in the dark.
Something similar may have happened to
one of the UKs foremost parapsychologists
Robin Furman. I have met Robin on several

occasions and have always found him to be
honest, highly intelligent and likeable. Robin
had a nasty childhood at the hands of a violent
father. Once, after being sent to bed with a
sound thrashing, he had a strange visitor. He
related the following to me at a pagan festival
in 1998.
I looked up and saw an enormous dragon
walking straight through my bedroom wall. It
was green with huge wings. The thing I
remember most about it was the tail that it held
up in the air in long coils. I wasnt afraid of it. It
just walked through my room and out down the
corridor. I ran downstairs shouting for my
parents to come and look at the dragon but
they could not see it.
Perhaps Robins dragon was an
unconscious tulpa, his mind creating a
guardian in the form of the biggest, fiercest
creature he knew, a dragon.
A gestalt tulpa, or one created by many
minds, is sometimes called an egrigor.
Nicholas Mamontoff described the creation of
such an entity in an issue of Fate magazine in
1960. His father had belonged to the
Brotherhood of the Rising Sun, an occult
group of Russian noblemen. In an experiment
led by a Tibetan guru they created a thought
form. They had wanted to create a dragon but
the guru prudently suggested they try to create
some harmless character such as Puss in
Boots. They all concentrated on visualising a
red-haired cat in a Musketeers uniform.
At first there was just a light cloud, but
soon the form of a red-haired cat. However, its

costume seemed undeveloped. The guru
suggested that the mens thoughts on what a
musketeers uniform looked like were at
variation with each other, so to make things
simpler he asked them to imagine just a cat in
common Russian boots. Soon the egrigor took
shape. It was indeed a red-haired cat in
Russian boots. It looked like a poorly
developed photograph and remained
motionless. At the end of the experiment, when
the men ceased to concentrate on it, the
egrigor vanished.
My first inklings of the power of the human
mind came when I was a teenager. I was in
training to become a zookeeper at the time. A
group of work colleagues, all around the ages
of 16-18 were messing around with a
homemade Ouija Board. It occurred to me that
what was moving the glass was the power of
our collective minds. I tried to make my mind
the dominant one and seize control of where
the glass moved. I found that with
concentration I could make the glass move to
any letters and spell out what I wanted it to.
Later the same day I had to go back to the
same room to collect something. The board
was still set up and I clearly saw the glass move
twice on its own for short distances. I thought
this might be down to residual energy.
Many years later, I was a zoology student
studying at Leeds University. My student digs
were a three-storey house built at the
beginning of the 20th Century. It had a large
cellar that was unused due to its rather musty
odour. There was no long term planning for my
own tulpa experiments carried out in the cellar,
and indeed the whole story might seem like
nothing more than a student prank in bad
taste. However, it illustrates how relatively easy
it is to create a tulpa and how its continued
persistence can be assured.
In February 1996 I decided to throw a party
to celebrate 10 years of being a Goth. I decided
to hold the party in the cellar and decorated it in
an appropriate fashion. The centrepiece was an
altar to the fictional spider god Atlach-Nacha,
who was created by the horror writer Clark
Ashton Smith in his 1934 story The Seven
Geases. Atlach-Nacha is an appalling
subterranean entity said to dwell beneath the
earth in the fabled land of Hyperborea. He was
said to be spinning a mammoth web beneath
the ground, and if his gargantuan task was ever
completed the world would end. Clark Ashton
Smith describes him thus...
A darksome form as big as a crouching
man, but with long spider-like members... He
saw there was a kind of face on the squat ebon
body, low down amidst the several jointed legs.
The face peered out with a weird expression of
doubt and enquiry and terror crawled through
the veins of the bold huntsman as he met small
crafty eyes that were circled around with hair.
The altar itself consisted of a set of old
drawers. On it I painted a red pentagram and
put a black candle at each point. In the centre

was a chalice of ichor and a ritual knife.
Inscribed in Arabic below it were the
following words:
That is not dead which can eternal lie
And in strange eons even death may die.
Any fan of horror literature will recognise
these words as being from the pen of the
classic author of weird fiction Howard Phillips
Lovecraft. They refer to the Great Old Ones, a
vile legion of alien gods created by Lovecraft
and other writers. Above the altar was a huge
web made out of muslin and in its centre was
a model spider to represent Atlach-Nacha
himself. The party was a roaring success but
afterwards I just could not bring myself to take
down the spider gods altar. I hit upon the idea
of using it as a focus for a tulpa creation
experiment.
In the days and weeks that followed, I
would - each night - do down into the cellar in
my black robes and holding a ritual sword.
These accoutrements were not necessary, but
they helped focus the mind in the same way as
does an actors dress rehearsal. I would
proceed to open a circle, a common practice
in magick whereby the practitioner opens a
magickal space in which to work. Then I would
visualise the spider god squatting on the altar.
In my minds eye, Atlach-Nacha was a
monster crab spider with a leg span of around
three feet. It was slate grey and its bulbous
body, the size of a human head, bore markings
like a human skull. Its own head was as big as
an orange and held six green, bioluminescent
eyes and inch long venom-dripping fangs. As it
sat on the altar, it would often cock its head as
if listening. Sometimes I visualised it scuttling
around in my peripheral vision with a noise like
dead leaves rustling. I poured mental energy
into the thing and tried other forms or raising
energy, or altering my consciousness. These
included dervish whirling, chanting the spider
gods name like a mantra, staring into a candle
flame, and using a strobe light. The latter I
found particularly effective.
A change soon came over the cellar. It was
noticeably colder. There was a palpable feeling
of being watched. When the lights were turned
off, the hair on the back of my neck would
prick and it would feel as if something were
standing behind me.
I asked one of my friends to see what he
felt in the altar room. Steve Jones was Britains
first pagan magistrate and is a practicing witch
and psychic. Steve claims to be sensitive to
spirits and can tell if a house is haunted or not
just by entering it. In the cellar I was using for
the experiments, he felt as if something were
present but it was ill-defined. But when I
switched off the lights, Steve said he felt like he
was being bound up and smothered by
cobwebs and felt something the size of a small
dog leap upon his back. As an arachnophobe
he found this quite disturbing.

A few weeks later, there was an interesting
development. I entered the altar room and
switched on the light to be greeted by the
image of a huge white spider ten feet across. It
had thick, tarantula-like legs rather than the
spindly crab spider legs I had visualised. It
seemed to be flat, that is 2D, and the effect
was not unlike the one you get from looking at
a white shape on a black background, or viceversa, then turning away - the retina of the eye
retaining the image for a while. As I watched
the image faded away. It seemed that my
experiments were having some success.
A few days later I saw it again, but this
time outside of the altar room on the stairs
leading down to the cellar. This meant that my
monster was growing stronger and more
independent. However, the summer holidays
were looming and I was worried that six weeks
away from the cellar, and not being able to
mentally feed my brainchild, would mean that
the entity would begin to fade. I could not have
been more wrong!
After the summer in the Midlands, I
returned to the cellar to find its atmosphere
even more creepy than ever. My creation had
been busy in my absence too. Over the
summer, there had been a plague of outsized
spiders in Leeds and the surrounding area.
People had been calling the authorities worried
that these were dangerous escaped exotics. In
fact, they were the ordinary great house spider
Tegenaria duellica, but they had grown to
unprecedented sizes. But it didnt end there;
another giant spider had made it into the news.
A worker at a Morrisons supermarket
warehouse got a nasty jack-in-the-box style
surprise. Michael Haig was unpacking a
consignment of bananas from Brazil when in
his own words...
All of a sudden I realised that a giant
spider was attacking my face. It was so huge it
blocked my vision making everything dark. The
spider bit me on the left cheek, it was
terrifying.
A Brazilian huntsman spider (Hertropoda
ssp) with a nine-inch leg span had leapt out of
the bananas and sunk its sizeable fangs into
Mr Haigs cheek. He was taken to the Tropical
Medicine Department of St James Hospital in
Leeds and was kept waiting for eight hours!
The doctors brilliant diagnosis was that if Mr
Haig was still alive after eight hours, then the
spider could not have been very venomous.
Luckily, the huntsman spiders venom is fairly
weak. However, Mr Haigs lawyer was all for
suing the banana company and gave the
following statement. Frankly, if the day has
come that a man cannot go to his place of
work without being attacked by giant spiders
something is drastically wrong.
That must have been the strangest line in
legal history but the banana company was not
impressed and said that it was Mr Haigs fault
for doing such a dangerous job as unpacking
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bananas in the first place. He exposed himself

to sustaining an accident such as he alludes
befell him they said.
Was it a coincidence that all these spiderrelated shenanigans were occurring after I had
been carrying out my spider god experiment?
It seems as though Atlach-Nacha had swelled
beyond the confines of the cellar and was now
affecting events outside. Soon a year had
passed so I decided to throw another party, but
this time with the ulterior motive of getting
more people in on a ritual and mass
visualisation of the spider god. Soon I had
thirty people sitting around the altar, including
some poor girls who had just been walking
past the house. One of the other guests had
invited them in. Im sure they still tell stories
about what happened next.
I led the ritual with a detailed description of
Atlach-Nacha, telling them all to picture the
spider god squatting on the altar. Then we all
began chanting his name until the words ran
together like glossolalia. The whole scene was
reminiscent of the classic Dr Who story Planet
of the Spiders were occultists using Tibetan
practices summon up inter-dimensional, giant,
psychic spiders. But the important thing was,
even if those girls - and indeed the other
partygoers - didnt believe in the spider god,
they thought about it, they visualised it, and
they will always remember it. Such an
occurrence is not easily forgotten.
I soon realised that my halcyon days at
university would be coming to an end, so I
needed to put triggers in place to keep my
mind-child fed and in the pink. To this end I
concocted a scheme. My bedroom was on the
third floor of the house. In the wall was a tiny
doorway held there by screws. If one opened
this, it led to a crawl space of around six feet
long by three feet high and three feet wide. I
knew that any curious mind that saw the little
door would want to know what was behind it.
Ergo I decided to leave a nice little surprise
for the next tenant in the room. I found a rusty
old biscuit tin and began to fill it up with
pseudo occult bits and bobs. These included
paper scrolls with spells in Sanskrit and Arabic.
The parchments were treated with dye and
chemicals to make them look ancient, and
were sealed with black wax. Stones were
similarly inscribed with carving spells into their
surface, and put alongside the scrolls. One
day, as I had been walking down the street, I
had seen a shape being blown in the winds
towards me. Amazingly, it stopped dead at my
feet and was a huge dead spider. I preserved it
in black wax and placed it in the tin.
Most important of all was the journal. This
recounted the ill fate of a young occultist who
had inhabited the room many years before. He
had found an ancient tome in a dusty old
bookshop in Hebdon Bridge, a village on the
North Yorkshire Moors, and had used the book
to summon up Atlach-Nacha with blasphemous
rituals carried out in the cellar. The thing
manifests subtly at first, with unexplained

scrabblings and strange movements in the
corner of the eye. The manifestations increase
and the young man is haunted by Hieronymus
Bosch-like visions, vistas of stomach churning
horror. He slowly goes insane and kills himself
out on the wild and windswept moors.
However, the dimensional porthole he created
was left open giving the eight-legged god
access to our world.
I placed the biscuit tin, containing all of this
and more back into the crawlspace and shut
the door. Back in the cellar, I decorated the
chipboard walls with huge red pentagrams and
photocopied pages from the Surrealist artist,
Max Ernsts 1934 book Une semaine de bont.
I purchased a plain white mask and collected
dead flies, sticking them onto the mask until it
was coated in the deceased insects. I then
hung it on the cellar wall.
It was my hope that a person of nervous
disposition would acquire my room after I had
gone and be draw by human curiosity to the
crawlspace behind the door. There they would
find the old box and read the journal with
mounting horror, then go rushing into the cellar
to find the room full of blasphemies and the
spider gods altar. Then I left Leeds and moved
down to Devon.
About 18 months after I left, I heard news
of my spider baby. My plan had worked better
than I could have ever hoped. A friend of mine
who had lived in the same house (luckily all the
guys in the house thought my antics were a
wheeze) had stayed on in Leeds after I had
left. He had passed on what had occurred to
another friend, who then told it to me.
The fellow who had moved into my room
the year after was a born-again Christian. He
had indeed wondered what lay beyond the
funny little door in the wall. He had indeed
opened the door and found my box of delights.
He had indeed read the journal with mounting
horror. He had indeed rushed down to the
cellar and found a playpen of evil! Apparently,
this freaked the poor fellow out so much he
had two priests exorcise the house and burn

the altar in the back yard. Far from banishing a
tulpa, an exorcism would empower it because
it underlines the belief in the tulpa. Those
involved are thinking about it, concentrating on
it. By the act of exorcism, the exorcist is
confirming that something uncanny is afoot
and giving the tulpa strength.
I recently caught up with an old university
friend currently living in Manchester. She says
that people still talked about the raising of the
spider god in the Leeds cellar. The more
people talk, the more people think, the
stronger the tulpa becomes. By reading this
now you are feeding it. Im not going to tell you
the exact location of the house in which I
carried out my experiments, after all you might
just have moved in yourself. But if you are living
in student accommodation in Leeds, and your
house is old with a deep, musty cellar, then
dont be too surprised if you hear a strange
rustling, scurrying noise in the dark. Tell
yourself its just rats in the walls.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Richard Freeman is the Zoological Director
of the Centre for Fortean Zoology, the
world's only full time organisation dedicated
to searching for and studying unknown
animals. He has hunted the yeti in India, the
Mongolian deathworm in the Gobi, the
orang-pendek in Sumatra, the naga in IndoChina, the ninki-nanka in West Africa and
the almasty in Russia. He is currently
planning a search for the Tasmanian wolf in
Australia. Richard has written several books
on unknown creatures, and contributes to a
number of Fortean magazines. He has
lectured at the Natural History Museum and
the Grant Museum of Zoology.
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had also had a visit from a local vicar who
conducted a blessing of the property. But
unfortunately, neither the psychic nor the
vicar was successful in stopping the
unwelcome activity.
Following this they contacted a good friend
of mine, the renowned paranormal investigator
Peter Hough, who has spent many years
investigating such disturbances and is a wellknown author. Peter had advised John and
Susan to swap their bedroom around in the
hope of finding out why most of the
disturbances took place in their little boys
bedroom. (This was a good piece of advice and
one that I would have suggested myself). I had
worked with Peter for a number of years, and
had learned many techniques from him, one of
which involves swapping bedrooms around, a
technique that had been helpful in past
investigations. A similar reported incident had
also taken place in Sale, only a mile or so away,
and after convincing the family to swap their
bedroom with their daughters, the incidents
subsided and for whatever reason did not return.
John also told me that both his and Susan's
family were aware of their difficulties dealing
with the disturbances. John said that he had
also spoken to local residents who could neither
confirm nor deny any knowledge of previous
incidents reported at their home prior to them
moving in. I agreed to take on the investigation
in the hope of finding some answers, and
possibly relieving some of their difficulties. A
couple of days later I visit John and Susan. Their
home was an average two-bedroom house, and
their two sons (Stuart aged 7 and David aged 2)
had their own bedroom at the upstairs front of
the house. As I sat sipping at a mug of hot
coffee, I could clearly see that both John and
Susan seemed anxious. I conducted an
interview and noted down their tale; there was
quite a lot of activity taking place.
The property was owned by Trafford

Borough Council, so I realised it was going to
be reasonably easy to check through records
for previous incidents at the location. Susan
explained that most of the disturbances were
taking place in their sons bedroom. She went
on to say that she and John had seen the figure
of a man that they did not recognise, and that
they had also heard unusual sounds. On
occasion, they even claimed to have noticed
that things had been moved around. Susan
jumped up, and went over to a cupboard and
pulled out a writing pad. She had kept a diary of
events. I was pleased about that because
people seldom keep a written account of
events, and it is often difficult for them to
remember all the details and when certain
incidents took place. So... this would make my
job a little easier. At the time, John and Susan
were unemployed and had an interest in
paranormal orientated TV shows, which they
had watched avidly since experiencing
paranormal phenomena for themselves. Susan
flicked through the pages of her notepad and
looked towards me before taking a deep breath,
and then began to read out some of the many
things she had written.
According to her notes she had heard her
son, Stuart, having a conversation on his own at
the top of the stairs. She could clearly hear him
say 'No, that's naughty', 'Come from front door'
and You upstairs'. Stuart would not answer
questions from John or Susan. He just said
'Don't Know'. Stuart had also said that there was
a dog in his bedroom. Neither John nor Susan
had ever had a pet dog. A few days later, Stuart
talked with his grandmother on the telephone
and said 'Man in my room'. Susan had growing
concerns for Stuart, and as she was cleaning
the lounge she looked over at her son, but he
just stared at her and wet himself.
This was not something he had done
before, and when Susan asked him what was
wrong he said that he was sacred upstairs.
Strange banging sounds continued to be heard
from the upstairs back bedroom, yet on
investigation nothing was ever found out of
place. Footsteps were again heard coming from
upstairs when no one was up there, and bangs
and thuds continued to be heard coming from
the back bedroom. Susan had started leaving
bedside lamps on throughout the night, but - on
occasion - she would discover that they had
been turned off. John and Susan would often
have sleepless nights due to their youngest son
waking up screaming, and the coat hangers in
the built-in wardrobe making a noise as if being
moved about. There was also the sound of a
ball bouncing off their bedroom wall. The sound
would often be loud enough to wake up David
who had now been relocated to their bedroom
due to their fear of something tormenting him.
John had also seen a dark figure in the
lounge as he was heading upstairs. This was
the first time he had seen the figure downstairs
and was rather concerned. He described the
figure as just a solid black mass, which was in

the shape of a person. John was so sacred he
contacted me on our 24-hour report line. As
time went on other strange occurrences took
place. The kitchen bin lid was regularly lifted off
and dropped to the floor. Strange creaking
sounds would be heard in the lounge just
before their satellite system would mysteriously
turn itself off. One of David's toys in his cot
would also turn itself on, and could often be
heard from downstairs. Stuart had suddenly
awoken screaming out 'Man in my bedroom'.
The sound of footsteps upstairs continued on a
regular basis. Teaspoons could also be heard
moving about in the kitchen drawer, along with
shuffling sounds near the kitchen doorway.
Johns mother and father had visited a number
of occasions, and had also heard the strange
sounds throughout the house.
One evening Stuart once again screamed
out 'Man in my bedroom'. John and his mother
were beginning to become angry. They stood in
the boys room and asked if he could see the
man. Stuart looked up and pointed towards the
corner of the room. John demanded the 'man'
to make a noise to prove he was there. Silence
fell on the room, then suddenly both John and
his mother heard whistling coming from the
corner of the room. It was the exactly where
Stuart had pointed. Susan had also reported
hearing sounds whilst she was watching TV in
the lounge; it was the sound of someone
walking in front of her. She also recalled the
bathroom door opening whilst she was in the
toilet. Initially she thought it was John, but on
investigation found that he was downstairs with
the children. The sound of footsteps had
become a regular event, and could often be
heard starting in the bedroom and ending at
the doorway.
Once again I received a call on our 24-hour
report line from John who had seen shadows
moving across his bedroom wall. Clearly, the
couple were in distress and getting very little
sleep. Doors had also been observed opening
and closing, and the couple were often teased
by knocking sounds on the back door as if
someone wanted to come in. And for some
reason Stuart's toys started to switch
themselves on. They would frequently hear the
sound of musical toys that were downstairs, yet
on investigation they would suddenly stop and
turn off. The bedroom cupboard doors had now
started to spontaneously open during the night;
things were clearly getting worse.
On one particular night John and Susan
were downstairs watching TV when an almighty
crash came from upstairs. In sheer panic they
rushed up the stairs as fast as they could and
burst into Stuart's room. Stuart was standing
crying and his bookshelf had been ripped from
the wall. Books were scattered around the floor.
The bookshelf was too high for their son to
reach and John and Susan took Stuart into
their bed for the rest of the night. There was
now a growing concern for the safety of their
children. John did not want to worry Susan, but

eventually told her that he had found sharp
knives on top of the laundry basket, which was
in reach of Stuart. This was the last straw; I
was determined to help this family, or have
them relocated.
I carried out some research and found that
there had not been as many tenants at the
property as I thought. Mrs. Maureen Daniels
had been the previous tenant, and before her, it
was Mr. and Mrs. Henderson. Mr. Henderson
died in 1967, followed by his wife in 1971. Both
had died whilst in hospital. As for Maureen
Daniels, she was reputed to be a little eccentric,
or possibly having some mental problems
brought on by illness. A number of the local
residents had mentioned to John and Susan
that she was apparently a rather shy person
who did not venture out of her home very often.
When Susan and John moved into their house,
they discovered a letter that was possibly written
by Maureen. It mentioned that she sometimes
locked herself in her bedroom due to her
crazed boyfriend or partner. I do not know how
accurate this information is, however, even
though I know that Maureen does (or did) reside
in another house locally; I did not pursue the
matter due to her previous mental illness. I
believe John had tried to talk to her himself but
with very little success. Historical research was
carried out looking for any unusual or strange
reported incidents in the local area. Since
construction of the building in the early 1960s,
no unusual reports were documented.
A psychological profile of the current
tenants was also conducted. Even though they
were both reasonably young, and possibly still
impressionable, they both seemed to be sound
of mind. Neither were drug users and they rarely
ever drank alcohol. Their interest in the subject
of the paranormal may simply be due to them
experiencing regular disturbances. As for Stuart,
he was a very alert child and seemed to be of
average intelligence for his age. He did not
appear to be influenced by his parents as a
result of their interest in the subject of the
ONCE AGAIN I RECEIVED A CALL

ON OUR 24-HOUR REPORT LINE
FROM JOHN WHO HAD SEEN
SHADOWS MOVING ACROSS HIS
BEDROOM WALL. CLEARLY, THE
COUPLE WERE IN DISTRESS AND
GETTING VERY LITTLE SLEEP. DOORS
HAD ALSO BEEN OBSERVED
OPENING AND CLOSING, AND THE
COUPLE WERE OFTEN TEASED BY
KNOCKING SOUNDS ON THE BACK
DOOR AS IF SOMEONE WANTED
TO COME IN
artificial electromagnetic fields and natural

geomagnetic hotspots which can contaminate a
location causing psychological conditions such
as hallucinatory events and lucid-type
experiences. However, no unusual readings
were found throughout several local areas.
Resistivity profiling is used to map changes
within sub-surface electrical properties.
The applications of a resistivity survey are
similar to those of electromagnetic (terrain
conductivity) surveys. This form of profiling is
numerous meters and detection devices. During

our stay at the location, our infra-red heat and
motion detector which we had set it up in John
and Susan's bedroom was triggered around
11.30pm. No explanation could be found apart
from the suggestion that an insect may have
triggered the device; however, to do so, the
insect would have had to be literally on the
device itself. Around 12.10am the sound of a
ball bouncing in the kitchen was clearly heard
by 6 individuals. This happened twice, but on
investigation nothing
was found to have
moved, but the audible
recording device set up
on the kitchen worktop
did pick up the sound.
At around 12.30am
whilst doing a magnetic
sweep in the lounge one
of our investigators
suddenly felt cold. She
was standing in the
corner of the lounge and when others
approached the area they reported a strange,
cold feeling. I decided to check this out for
myself, and armed with a temperature gun I
walked over to the corner of the lounge. I was
surprised; I could feel a coldness, yet my
temperature device did not record anything
different than the normal temperature of the
house. Again, I came out and walked into the
location again; time and time again I felt the
same thing. I thought it would be a good idea to
fetch the cameras to film and photograph the
location, however within minutes the coldness
dissipated, never to return. I have, on previous
occasions, felt such cold spots in allegedly
haunted locations.
In some cases when temperature units and
devices record sudden drops in temperature,
you have to take into consideration the
possibility that the equipment is faulty or being
adversely affected by other anomalous
conditions. In a few cases, temperature devices
also record spikes of increased heat, and on
investigation we find no explanation regarding
how or why this took place. Test equipment
does require calibrating and examination before
use on an active investigation to make sure it is
working correctly, but whatever was responsible
for the cold spot in John and Susan's lounge
remains a mystery.
The next incident to be logged was the
sound of footsteps coming from the front
upstairs bedroom. I crept up the stairs as quietly
as possible hoping to catch sight of this
mysterious intruder. I reached the closed door
to Stuart's bedroom and paused in the hope of
hearing something, but all was quiet. I opened
the door and looked in. Stuart was sound
asleep and nothing in the room looked out of
place. Puzzled as to what exactly we had heard,
I went back downstairs and decided to set up a
video camera at the bottom of the staircase
looking up the stairs.
THE NEXT INCIDENT TO BE LOGGED WAS THE

SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS COMING FROM THE
FRONT UPSTAIRS BEDROOM. I CREPT UP THE
STAIRS AS QUIETLY AS POSSIBLE HOPING TO
CATCH SIGHT OF THIS MYSTERIOUS INTRUDER
most commonly used for locating contaminated
groundwater plumes, but in our case it is used
to locate water content underground. Seismic
reflections and refractions are also monitored
for sub-surface stratography. This methodology
can reveal forms of bedrock and granite, which
can - over a period of time - generate small
electrical discharges. It is theorised that such
charges can build up and dissipate causing
Environmental factors may or

may not contribute to some
categories of anomalous events,
although the reason for this is far
from clear. However, it is
possible that some individuals
may be sensitive to tiny changes
in electrical levels in their
immediate environment, and
these changes may affect how
they process information. On the
other hand, it has been
speculated that these same
electrical changes can also
facilitate paranormal events in
their own right by creating the
appropriate conditions for them
to occur. This, of course, in turn
leads to much speculation on
the nature of these events, and
indeed to the nature of ghosts
and apparitions.
electrical anomalies and adverse psychological
conditions. Even water running through rock
can cause small electrical discharges; however,
after completing all out environmental tests
nothing out of the ordinary was found.
The second stage of active investigation
took place onsite. I attended John and Susan's
home with a few other investigators armed with
paranormal. Stuart would always be in bed at

the time John and Susan were watching TV
shows on the subject and David, who was only
7 months old at the time of the investigation,
was far too young for any form of
psychoanalysis.
It had come to my attention from the notes
and diary events recorded by the witnesses, that
there were a number of people who knew of the
unusual occurrences that were taking place,
such as Fiona, who was Susan's younger sister,
and who had
occasionally been
staying over at their
house. There was also
mention of John's
mother and father and
Tracy, John's sister. One
of our investigators
attempted to contact the
priest who had allegedly
visited the property and
carried out a blessing.
The priest did confirm that he visited the house
and blessed every room. He also told us that the
family seemed generally upset and he was
concerned for them. He would not go into any
further details regarding his conversations with
John and Susan due to confidentiality, but
seemed pleased that we were trying to assist
them. A number of photographs taken by John
had been submitted to us for analysis; however
we found rational explanations for all of them
Many contained illuminated dust particles and
one of the photographs depicted an acute lens
flare, none of which had any paranormal
explanations.
It was interesting that another investigator
thought she had seen a dog at the property.
She recalled seeing a dog pass down the
hallway and thought it had gone upstairs. This
had taken place just before I conducted the
preliminary interview, and before we had any
knowledge that Stuart also claimed to have
seen a dog from time to time. Once again I must
state, John or Susan did not have a pet dog, as
Stuart suffered from asthma and had an allergic
reaction to pet hair, and when asked if any
visitors had a dog the answer was 'No'.
Environmental checks were carried out; we had
managed to obtain assistance from Pears
Geological Unit who visited the location and
carried out ground penetrating radar tests just
to see if there was anything unusual with regard
to their readings. Electromagnetic and
geomagnetic fields were measured and
monitored for a duration of 50 minutes in
certain specified locations.
The ground penetrating radar has a variety
of applications and provides us with a graphic
image of the sub-surfaces, concrete slabs and
floors. GPR is commonly used as part of a
Phase II environmental site assessment and
other environmental studies to locate
underground features. During such tests, we
occasionally discover concentrated forms of
It was now almost

1.00am, and even though
we told John and Susan
they could go to bed if
they wanted, they decided
to stay up with us. Both
seemed rather excited
that we had heard things
we couldn't explain. John
went off to the kitchen to
make more coffee, a
necessity for most
investigators. As I was sat
in the lounge with the
other investigators, we
heard a knocking sound
coming from upstairs.
This time, Lynn went up
and could find nothing
unusual. She came down
shaking her head as if to
indicate nothing was
there. Around 2.00am the
sound of a ball bouncing
in the kitchen was heard
again, identical to the
previous time, and again
nothing was found,
although the audible
recorder had recorded it.
The strange noises
continued through the
early hours and by
7.00am we had decided
to pack up. We were to
go away and look through
all our video footage, as
well as check the audible
recorders.
The following day we
reviewed all the
recordings we had made
at the location. We could
not work out why the
motion detector had
triggered, and when
reviewing the audible
recorders we could
The use of
various items
of test and
measuring equipment has
become a regular feature of
modern ghost hunting, but the
reason why is far from certain. It
is thought that apparitions exist
in a part of the electromagnetic
spectrum and as such should be
detectable by using equipment
that can sense a range of
electromagnetic frequencies.
The problem is, of course, which
part of the spectrum do these
entities occupy, if indeed they
occupy it at all? While the

equipment may indeed assist in
detecting paranormal anomalies
there is no consensus on what, if
anything, these readings mean.
clearly hear the unusual sounds of a bouncing
ball at the times we noted. The most interesting
find was something caught on the video
camera, which had been left running for a few
hours at the bottom of their staircase. To the
right of the camera was the hallway and
entrance to the living room, and to the left
(about a foot away)

was the adjoining wall to
next door.
At precisely 3.48am a
dark mass passed in front
of the camera moving
from right to left. This
happened rather quickly
and when frame
stepped you could
clearly see a dark mass
move across the screen,
but whatever it was it
seemed as if it had
passed through the wall
to the left of the camera
and moved to the right
(into the hallway). The
audio of the camera
picked up no unusual
sound, only our distant
conversations in the
lounge. All our equipment
was checked again to
make sure they were all
working as they should
do. We found no
problems. EMF, Ion Air
Counts, GMF, magnetic
and microwave meters
showed no unusual
readings. There were also
no compass deflections
or photographs of
anything unusual; just the
odd sounds and that
strange dark mass that
seemed to pass in front of
our video camera.
The property did not
have central heating thus
pipe expansion sounds
were not an explanation
for any of the odd noises
we heard. The gas fire
was checked for carbon
monoxide leaks and
nothing out of the normal
was found (the inhalation
of carbon monoxide can
cause hallucinations, but
this was not the case). Apart from the unusual
cold feeling that lasted a few minutes in the
corner of the lounge, nothing else occurred.
Temperature readings were normal throughout
the night, and I visited John and Susan the
following day to discuss our findings and our
next step in assisting them. I decided to
telephone Trafford Borough Council to see what
they had to say about the matter. After a lengthy
conversation, I was instructed to write to the
head of housing about problems being
experienced by the couple. The following day I
constructed a letter and mailed it to them; the
letter read:
IT IS POSSIBLE THAT SUSAN'S

YOUNGER SISTER, WHO HAD BEEN
STAYING AT THEIR HOME AND
WAS EXPERIENCING PROBLEMS,
WAS SOMEHOW CONTRIBUTING
TO THE DISTURBANCES. THIS IS
OFTEN THE CASE WHERE
POLTERGEIST INFESTATIONS SEEM
TO MANIFEST AROUND
ADOLESCENTS WHO ARE
EXPERIENCING STRESS OR UPSET.
'In [sic] regards to a recent conversation with a
member of your staff, I am writing this letter of
confirmation that paranormal disturbances have
been reported and logged with our organisation.
The property has been under investigation by our
organisation for several weeks. In that time we
have got to know the tenants rather well. When
we first initiated our investigation neither tenant
expressed an interest in moving from their home,
however, as time went on, reported disturbances
increased thus causing the tenant's stress and
concerns for the welfare of their two young
children. Investigators attended the property
several times in hope of recording such
anomalies. After a number of onsite investigations
we concluded a number of unusual occurrences.
In conclusion I believe that the tenants are
witnessing what can only be described as
paranormal disturbances. I would gratefully
request an electrical survey to be carried out at
the property and to be informed of any
abnormalities. I look forward to hearing from you'.
Yours Sincerely,
Steve Mera.
I was surprised how helpful Trafford
Borough Council were. A few days later I
received a telephone call from John to inform
me that two electrical surveyors had visited their
home and carried out a number of tests on their
electrical system. I asked John if the surveyors
said anything to him about their findings. John
replied 'No, they just wrote down stuff and then
left'. A couple of days later I received a letter
from the Trafford Borough Council saying that
test had been carried out, but nothing unusual
had been found. In fact, the surveyors had
stated that their electrical wiring was better than
average and met all current regulations and
specifications. As we had suspected, it looked
as if John and Susans electrical wiring was fine.
I wrote to the housing manager once again
asking if he had any details on file regarding
similar paranormal reports, and any reports of
suicides at the property. Again I received a letter
back within days saying they had no such
information on file, and that he had not heard of
any unusual occurrences at the property before
John and Susan moved in. I would, at this stage,

like to thank Trafford Borough Council for their
assistance; they were very helpful. At this point I
decided to re-interview John and Susan and
compile my findings and feelings regarding
what was occurring.
I arrived at their home and immediately
noticed how tired both looked. They had been
kept up again by unusual sounds, and Stuart
had awoken a couple of nights previously
screaming out again about a man in his
bedroom. Clearly swapping the bedrooms
around hadn't helped. John said that they were
at the end of their tether and even though they
didn't want to move, they may be forced to
simply because they couldn't seem to get any
sleep, and Stuart was getting more and upset. I
understood their concerns and agreed to help
them; I told them that I would write one last letter
to the council in the hope of relocating them.
At this point Susan burst out crying. She
really was stressed and I suggested that they try
and get away from the house for a while, maybe
have a holiday or stay at one of their parents
houses. Susan nodded as John held her hand; I
felt so sorry for them. I can understand how
such paranormal disturbances can scare
people and that living with it on a daily basis can
be difficult and stressful. I wrote a lengthy letter
to Trafford Borough Council the following day
explaining my concerns for the family. I even
gave them the vicars telephone number just in
case they wanted to talk to him regarding his
involvement at the property. Whilst awaiting a
reply I decided to write a final report.
John and Susan's home in Sale Moor,
Manchester was a small two-bedroom house
that had panelled, studded walls and was built
around 1963. I found no evidence of suicides at
the location, all environmental checks came up
normal and their electrical wiring was fine.
There seemed to be no evidence of previous
paranormal incidents at the location. It is
possible that Susan's younger sister, who had
been staying at their home and was
experiencing problems, was somehow
contributing to the disturbances. This is often
the case where poltergeist infestations seem to
manifest around adolescents who are
experiencing stress or upset.
After completing my report I sat back and
waited for one of two things; either a phone call
from a very desperate John or Susan, or a letter
from the local council informing me that they
would relocate the family.
It was now June 16th 2002, and I had just
received a letter from the council. I hastily
opened it and began to read; I couldn't believe
it. They had taken my letter seriously and had
arranged to help the family. There were to be
relocated to one of three local properties.
Fantastic! I couldn't wait to tell them, but I
decided not to telephone them because this
deserved a visit so I could tell them face to face.
I arrived at the house; it was probably the
first time I had visited without any equipment. I
knocked on the door, and as normal Susan and

John were pleased to see me. I sat in their lounge
and told them of what I had learnt. They were
astonished; they didn't think that the council
would help them. I told them that I had received a
letter from the council explaining that they were
going to be offered one of three different
properties locally, so they didn't have to worry
about changing Stuart's school. Susan once
again burst out crying and John approached me
to (what I presumed) shake my hand.
I was wrong. John embraced me and gave
me a hug, and at that point I realised why I do
this. Helping a family overcome such
disturbances is very rewarding and I was
touched. Clearly John was emotional, and in all
this time and I had never seen him this way. He
was usually the strong character looking after
his regularly upset partner. Whatever was
responsible for driving the family away from their
once comfortable home would have to remain
there. As for John and Susan, they were off,
and I wouldn't blame them if they never looked
back. They moved house on a sunny morning in
July 2002. I was there that day to help out and
give moral support. They moved into their
slightly larger three-bedroom home less than a
mile away.
As the years passed I regularly received
Christmas cards from them. Stuart was doing
well at school and young David was now
toddling around the house. None of them ever
experienced anything strange again and slept
soundly. As I suspected, John and Susan's
interest in the subject subsided and gave way to
John's new job as a sales consultant. As for
their previous home, the council let the property
stand empty for several months before an older
gentleman moved in. In August of 2003, I called
to introduce myself in the guise of a market
researcher. I asked him two questions; did he
believe in the paranormal and had he ever
experienced something strange. His answers to
both questions was....'NO'!
Special Thanks to our investigators Lynn Offord,
Mike Offord and Elizabeth Roxburgh. Also, I'd
like to thank Trafford Borough Council for their
assistance and, of course, the local vicar.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Steve Mera BSc.is the Chairman of
MAPIT (Est. 1974) and is also the
founder of SEP: The Scientific
Establishment of Parapsychology.
Steve is also the Co-ordinator for UPIA
and the UK Consultant for PSI
Applications U.S. He also edits
Phenomena Magazine and is an
Investigator, Researcher, Author,
Lecturer, Head Tutor of the BITC, TV &
Radio Host, and Freelance Journalist.
THE SARAGOSSA GHOST

IT WAS OCTOBER 1934 IN SPAIN. THE SECOND FLOOR OF A BUILDING AT 2 GASCN
DE GOTOR STREET, IN SARAGOSSA, WAS TERRIFYING ALL THE NEIGHBOURS AS A HUGE
GROAN EMERGED FROM HELL?
By Mado Martnez
That is what it would seem to be. The police
invaded the house and even the Civil Governor
tried to figure out what was going on there. At
the beginning, the groans were like a womans
crying and with the time they turned into a deep
tone. There were more days of panic; the voice
started laughing and ended talking, having
conversations with people in the vicinity. The
wicked spirit provoked weird trances that ended
in death.
A hair-rising laugh, a lengthy crying, flooded
the corridors and stairs of the ancient building.
All the residents opened their doors and looked
out. They asked each other: Did you hear that?
What was that? What was the source of this

diabolical voice that insulted, threatened and
joked? It was the old chimney of the cooking
range. As we can read at the official report the
first witness was the servant, Pascuala Alcober.
This meek woman attempted to cook
something, bringing her hand close to the
cooking range when she suddenly heard a
voice complaining. After that she turned off the
light and then the goblin said: Give me light! I
cant see anything! The spirit not only could talk,
but see what was happening whether was light
or not and even guess how many people were
in the kitchen. She was terrified and she called
the owner of the building. The owner trembled

when she personally went in to the kitchen and
heard that voice.
The family was terrified. They called the
police and when the security forces arrived the
spirit shouted: Cowards! You cowards! You
have called the police! Teams of bricklayers,
electricians and various experts went to the
house in order to inspect the ducts and pipes
trying to discover a logical explanation. They
did not find anything. The news about this
macabre mocking goblin spread like wildfire.
That is what people called the spirit: The
Goblin. Thousands of people went to Gastn
The Saragossa Ghost
de Gotor Street everyday. They wanted to see

what was happening there. They wanted to
listen to the voice that some of them thought
was a miracle, or confront what some other
people thought to be an evil entity. So popular
became the story that it was printed on the
front page of The Times.
Two policemen were in charge of keeping
watch on the haunted stove. We have the file of
the conversation they had with the spirit.
Policeman: Who are you?
Spirit: No
Policeman: Do you want a job?
Spirit: No.
Policeman: Then, what do you want, man?
Spirit: Nothing. I am not a man.
There was a social upheaval in Spain at the
time, with the Civil War about to break out. With
more than three thousand people in front of 2
Gastn de Gotor Street, the authorities could
not allow the situation to continue. They had to
contain that situation and they quickly searched
for a scapegoat. They decided that the servant
Pascuala Alcober was suffering from psychiatric
disorders, and suggested that she was
responsible for the voice through a strange form
of ventriloquism, although they never could
prove that. The accusation destroyed her life.
As the judge could not solve the mystery,
the famous psychiatrist Joaqun Gimeno Riera
tried to figure it out by interrogating the servant.
He concluded that the young Pascuala Alcober
caused the phenomena with a mix of hysteria
and unconscious ventriloquism. With the illusion
of collecting some vegetables, she was driven
by car to a swamp but the spirit continued
talking at the house while she was miles away.
The neighbours were evacuated, the block
was vacated, the architects examined each
corner and the Army jammed any radio signals
in the area. However, when they thought they
had solved the case by blaming the servant, the
voice emerged again in the presence of the
guards with an angry attitude, howling, cursing
and swearing as well as threatening to kill all the
residents of the house. Did he achieve this
threat? Yes, sad but true. The police invited a
prestigious medium, a woman called Asuncin
Jimnez lvarez, aged 34 years old. Does it
mean that the police were thinking that the
source of the voice was supernatural? She was
begged to make contact with the spirit and she
accepted. This was going to have a tragic
ending. The witnesses stated that she entered
into a trance, talked with a gravelly voice, and
then she collapsed and fell down to her death.
Was the medium possessed by the goblin,
as this entity was known? Whatever she
experienced, it caused her death. We would
have to be foolish to believe that the sance and
the mediums death were not connected
because she was indeed in a trance at the time
she died. Surely, we are talking about one of the
most scandalous cases in the supernatural files

of the entire world?
Arturo Grijalba was a child when everything
happened. He was the youngest of the family,
and he was only six years old. They lived in the
same house as the servant Pascuala Alcober
and he is the only survivor who can still give us
his testimony, as he was one of the main
protagonists at that time. As a first-hand witness,
he had spoken with the spirit on several
occasions as well as having lived the whole
story from the very beginning to the end,
second by second. He said on the Cuarto
Milenio TV program: We had no private life. We
had two guards at the kitchen 24 hours a day,
plus two guards at the front yard and two more
on the street. Once I was very sleepy and I told
to my father Lets go to sleep, daddy, this guy is
crazy (referring to the goblin) and then the spirit
said Not crazy, little boy, with such a terrific
voice that it chilled our blood.
According to ngel Briongos who has been
investigating the case of The Saragossa Ghost
for years and had spoken to Pascuala Alcober
before she died, his answer was yes: I
interviewed her in the 90s and she remembered
those events that marked her life forever clearly.
Her deafness made me nearly shout: Who did
the voices? She answered me as though it only
happened last week and knowing that that was
the reason why she had to hide from her
neighbours, the press and all the curious people
that pointed at her with their fingers. She told
me: Damn the wall! She thought that the
voices came from the wall and she added, she
jumped and repeated the most scary ghosts
sentence that caused the most fear to the
inhabitants of Saragossa in the II Republic of
Spain when the light turned off in the haunted
kitchen: Give me light! I cant see anything!
Pascuala Alcober had shouldered the
blame all her tragic life. She had not had a
normal life. The journalists and inquisitive
people chased her constantly. She was
permanently harassed by thousands of
questions. When we asked ngel Briongos for a
reflection about the theory of unconscious
ventriloquism he explained: The Times echoed
the investigations made by judges, psychiatrists,
architects But nothing was discovered. Around
three thousand people in front of the house was
a reason strong enough for the government
authorities to close the case with no convincing
explanations so that they could calm the people
down: Unconscious ventriloquism, known by
psychics as direct voice, something that
investigators such as Hereward Carrington and
Nandor Fodor echoed in their book about
paranormal phenomenon Haunted People
published in New York in 1951 by Signer Books.
At the time, hardly anyone believed it.
.
The voices lasted for two months. After that
period, the Ghost of Saragossa stopped talking,
and his lengthy crying was not heard anymore.
What happened? Nobody knew, nobody knows.
Can a ghost have a voice that everybody can

listen to? Can a person produce a voice miles
away from the place where it is sounding? And
can a medium die making contact with a
ventriloquist voice? Can a medium die making
contact with a ghost? Maybe it was not a simple
ghost, and the being that haunted that house at 2
Gastn de Gotor Street was something evil
possessing the old chimney of the cooking range
or the wall, as the servant Pascuala Alcober
stated. We have no answers but we still have a
lot of questions. These are the seeds of mystery.
The writer and journalist Juan Jos Vallejo
was the author of a feature about the Saragossa
Ghost for the TV program Cuarto Milenio on the
Spanish channel Cuatro. We contacted him in
order to speak about this case. He says that the
file of this mystery is very strange because the
voice not only replies with intelligence, but
guesses impossible information, for example,
the size of something that a bricklayer had
measured in the house. Vallejo found similar
incidents throughout history, in the 17th Century,
to be precise, when he read the book Los
poderes de la mente by Enrique de Vicente. It
seems that in 1612 a Catholic priest called
Francis Pierrot suffered the same situation at his
house: a voice ascended from the old chimney
of the cooking range. The physicist Robert
Boyle personally investigated the case, and as
Pascual Alcober was blamed, the priests
servant was also blamed on that occasion. The
phenomenon also lasted two months.
If we ask Vallejo if he can find a similar case
nowadays, his answer is categorical: No, not as
far as I know. I do not know any similar case in
Spain nor outside our country. I do not have a
conclusive hypothesis for explaining what
happened in Saragossa in 1934 but I can assure
that after interviewing the only witness that is still
alive, Arturo Grijalba who was six years old at
that time - the voice known as the Goblin of
Saragossa is one of the most strangest stories
that I have ever known.
So this is the story of the Saragossa Ghost,
as it was coined in The Times newspaper, or
The Goblin of Saragossa as it was known all
over Spain. It is one of the most mysterious
cases in the history of paranormal
phenomenon. Today, the ancient building on
Gastn de Gotor Street no longer exists.
Instead, we can see a new building called El
Duende, a word that translated from Spanish
means The Goblin, in loving memory of that
old story that once occurred on the site.
Will the world ever have the chance of
confronting such a similar phenomenon in the
future? And then, will we be able to discover a
logical origin with our modern technologies? It
would be good to know. In the meantime, we
will have to satisfy ourselves with the memory of
that particular spirit that invaded the old
chimney of the cooking range in the kitchen
where Pascuala Alcober used to cook. And take
care the next time you are cooking something,
just in case you hear a strange voice rising
The Gifts of Friends,
the Kindness of Strangers

A cautionary and true
Christmas story
Ellis Taylor
INTRODUCTION
Ive had an eventful Christmastide, as
wonder full as can be. A week ago things
looked bleak. Not because of the ice and snow
that lay all about the Isles, though it called for
long walks up and down the mountain where I
live; that was more of an adventure, and the
views, the views! Well, it was worth every step
and slide. No, it was something other. My mind
was, and had been for a long while, busier with
working on manifesting the necessary to drive
over 500 miles, to Dorset, on the south coast of
England (and back), to spend Christmas with
my daughter and grandchildren before they
flew back to Australia, after 3 weeks holidaying
in England. It would be a long time before I
would be able to see them again.
As things are, manifesting is only a fleeting
concept to someone like me, who is 7s all the
way, I inhabit the unmanifest. When I touch
down I leave a mark; 7s do that, so feelings,
intuition, imagination, sensitivity, care and

conscience are the acute signs of my earthly
presence, rather than worldly acquisitions and
possessions. This world, in many ways, is a
stranger to me, and I am a stranger to it. Not
the planet, but the socio-environment. Its
voracious, swallows up even the best of
humanity, with its gi me, gi me! baubles and
soul-bruising distractions. Are we really here to
sacrifice exquisite integration, deep love, and
self-awareness, for greed, lechery, deception,
aggrandisement, and fear; or what is right now,
for a down-the-track sometime-never
Shamballa? Does the end justify the means?
Can two wrongs ever make a right? The
answers are all no, but don't think that I'm a
saint either, or that I consider myself such. I
have a long way to go, just like the rest of us. I
won't give up on myself though, and I won't
give up on humanity either, and every day
brings more clarity. What you can be sure of is
that my writing is aimed to inspire readers,

including myself, to look both within and
without, and to become more aware of what is
real, and what has true worth, both for
individuals and collectively, not least as
guardians of this planet and all of its
inhabitants. A soul is priceless - don't trade or
sell it. What you support you take on board,
you drink it and you carry it - thats what the
word says (sup-port). If you support any
injustice or bad behaviour, you darken your
aura, you bruise your soul.
Please, be discerning with everything that
touches your aura, whether it's what you buy,
listen to, or watch, the company you keep, the
job that you do; the whole gamut of
experiences need to be regularly reviewed. It's
a large part of what your intuition is for, please
don't idle it. We are all given innumerable
glimpses of heaven; some of us grasp the
opportunity when it comes, feeling that divine
Gifts of Friends
purity so deeply that we intuitively despise

what isnt, regardless of glamour, misplaced
allegiances, peer pressure, or difficulties. It
takes the greatest courage to do what is right
in this world. I do know that.
CHOICES
The days of the Winter Solstice are a time of
beginnings and endings, of integration and
realisations, of choices, of justice. Its a time
when we are shown glimpses of both heaven
and hell, we pays our money and we makes our
choice. During this (even more than usual)
mysterious solstice-time Ive been shown both,
and strikingly...
GIFTS
Two days before the Saturn bluff a generous
friend, who will remain anonymous, sent me
enough money for a lifetime subscription to
Otherworld Journeys. Hes a very private man,
a true sovereign being, not a joiner, and hes
not a subscriber to anything, but hes got a
heart bigger than Western Australia, and it's his
way of giving without it seeming like charity. He
moves in big business, but in his own way;
sublimely ethical he takes on the reptile and
demonstrates every day how goodness and
integrity can vanquish the darkest demons. He
has faith in me, in what I do. He didnt know it
but his gift meant that I could see my family. I
am blessed with beautiful friends, in the true
meaning of the words, who have been there for
me. I am very fortunate, and it is their
generosity and understanding that has enabled

me to keep on doing what I do.
Those who know about these things say
that I'm brave to mix it with the dark side, but
I'm not brave, it's just that I have a talent to
recognise it and the right thing to do is for me
to expose it. Yet, I was feeling uneasy about
this forthcoming episode in my life, beginning
with my drive to Dorset, something was on the
wind, but what? I didnt know, but my psychic
senses were on alert and I've learnt from
experience that this presages something
significant from the dark side when this occurs.
One thing that happened was that,
although Id determined to finish with
psychically investigating missing person
cases, I awoke the next morning with vivid
visions of the face of a young woman in front
of me, a young woman trying hard to gain my
attention. With it came scenes that included
two dogs that I know, Badger and Lucky, who
have recently passed over. Brother and sister.
They were chasing each other. They used to
do that, all in fun, but this was out of character
because Badger attacked Lucky. I'm making
no assumptions with this. It was too brief. The
face was of a missing woman called Joanna
Yeates, whose name means Gatekeeper of the
Moon, who disappeared from the historic
Knights Templar stronghold of Bristol on the
17th December, about 80 hours prior to the
lunar eclipse.
The 17th December was the start of the

Roman feast to Saturn (the Darkness), the
Saturnalia, and it was 666 days before 13th
October 2012, which will be the 705th
anniversary of the mass arrest of Templars. It
was an 8 day and a 17 to boot. (The 13th
October this year was exactly 800 days before
the 21st December 2012 and was the date of
the Chilean mining disaster. What I want to
make clear for anyone reading this is that it is
clear to me that people who commit crimes are
driven by a demonic force, they do not
necessarily have to know anything about the
workings, although some do. There are
numerous occult footprints but other than the
date counts I havent looked at Joannas
disappearance and I didnt intend to take my
laptop with me to Dorset anyway. (I didnt). *
FIRST CALLING CARD

On Christmas Eve, at 11:11am, or very close to
it, on my way to Dorset, I entered a
roundabout, and as I reached the exit the
interior of the car took on a kind of shimmer;
my own movements seemed to stutter, and
then be stuck on pause, my car stood still, time
stood still; then from nowhere a large silver
estate car whipped straight across me, missing
THOSE WHO KNOW ABOUT THESE THINGS SAY THAT I'M

BRAVE TO MIX IT WITH THE DARK SIDE, BUT I'M NOT
BRAVE, IT'S JUST THAT I HAVE A TALENT TO RECOGNISE IT
AND THE RIGHT THING TO DO IS FOR ME TO EXPOSE IT.
WHICH GOD?
Further down the road I was tailgated by a 4wheel drive - number plate Y4 HOO, and
getting closer to my destination - Dorset (Door
Set, and I think it was, Ill tell you later), a small
car bearing the born-again fish shot out in front
of me from a side road when I was only about
10 yards away and
doing 60. Fortunately
the road here wasnt
as icy as most of the
roads down that way.
The moment that I
had left the
motorway my sat-nav
had decided to play
silly-buggers (though
it could have been
earlier as it doesnt
talk to me on motorways) and I found myself
visiting places Id never been to before like
Stanton Drew, Templecombe and other
mysterious places, well out of my way. Im not
good at directions, but it seems to me that I
was destined to visit these spots for some
reason or other.
the man.
My sister. ...Youre smiling, the man
said to me.
I am, says I. Youre not who you say
you are.
The man gave a rumbled look and tried to
stare into my mind; I felt it and refused him. M
returned to the room with the telephone
directory.
Robbie? Robbie?...is this them? Uh, yes,
yes, I think thats them.
M phoned the number and said that we
had a gentleman with us who was lost and
says he is trying to
get to them.
Well, we cant
come and get him,
the person at the
other end said. We
dont have a fourwheel drive.
Well, someone
will have to, replies
M, You cant expect
him to walk four
miles in this weather. During this the man
took from his pocket a tin, opened it to reveal a
fat, ancient-looking, ochre-coloured glass
syringe and other items. Pointing the syringe at
me he said that it could be very difficult
being a diabetic. "35!" he exclaimed without
doing anything.
The syringe set was similar to this but the
glass was a yellowy brown colour, (and I only
recall the one syringe.) After a little to-ing and
fro-ing the person on the phone agreed to
meet our visitor at the pub, the same one that I
had stopped outside. F, and my son-in-law,
would drive him there. Your cottage is so
bright, it shines like a beacon. It can be seen
for miles, the man stated. M went to rouse F
who was still in bed trying to sleep off his
illness. The man had avoided eye-contact with
me since M had returned with the telephone
directory, and continued to do so even as he
left. I bade him farewell anyway. When they had
gone M commented upon how unconcerned
the Robbies had appeared: They just
seemed cold. Youd think, wouldnt you, that
theyd have wanted to make sure he was all
right. Wouldnt you? But they really didnt want
to help him. It was very unlike me to insist like
that, but F isnt well and I cant have him driving
miles in these conditions. Its like one of
those folktales, says I, When the devil (Set)
visits a lonely house at Christmas. M is
certainly psychic, but whether she
acknowledges that Im not sure. She is quite a
strong Christian, and how that would sit with
her I dont know. Something guided her to
refuse the card - adamantly...but not so for F,
unfortunately. When F, and my son-in-law
returned they were quite bemused by the
goings on. Theyd driven to the pub; the man
had got out and said that he would be all right.
They were about to drive off when my son-
THE SYRINGE SET WAS SIMILAR TO THIS BUT THE

GLASS WAS A YELLOWY BROWN COLOUR, (AND I
ONLY RECALL THE ONE SYRINGE.) AFTER A LITTLE TOING AND FRO-ING THE PERSON ON THE PHONE
AGREED TO MEET OUR VISITOR AT THE PUB, THE
SAME ONE THAT I HAD STOPPED OUTSIDE
SNOW LADY
The beautiful county of Dorset was like the
tundra, a sheet of ice and snow, most of the
roads were un-driveable for my little car, but
eventually I made it, after a 9-hour journey, to a
little pub on a hill, not far from my destination.
As I pulled up I made to phone my daughter
and discovered that I had no phone signal. A
car drove up beside me; it was my son-in-law
and his uncle (F). They guided me through the
snow till we came to the isolated cottage
where I was to spend Christmas with them.
The cottage, homely and bright, full of the
cheer of children and warm log fires, charming
company and excited chatter, was such a
welcome. I felt no tiredness; the hours had
vanished like the leaves of the orchard. The
children excitedly hastened me outside to see
the snow lady that they had built. She is
beautiful. Theyd built her for Father
Christmas and Rudolph. Theyd integrated
with the season.
DOOR SET
However I did notice, back at the pub, that F
didnt look himself. I soon heard that hed
caught a virus, a particularly vicious one, but
the doctor had assured him that it was a 24hour job. On Christmas Day, F was a bit better,
he rallied himself for Christmas morning, but
just after dinner he took to his bed again; and
then my granddaughter succumbed. We said
she could have another Christmas Day
tomorrow. At about 5-ish, I think it was, my

daughter and her family retired to the annexe
for the night so that the little one could go to
bed. Around 6pm, I was sitting in the lounge
chatting with my son-in-laws auntie (M), when
there was a knock at the door. We both looked
at each other. We had heard no car drive up
and as I said the cottage is out in the sticks, it
was freezing cold and very dark. Not a night for
anyone to be abroad. M answered the door. I
heard her talking to a man who appeared to be
asking directions, and then I heard her invite
him in. Through the door walked a slender,
elderly man, elegant in a smart, black overcoat

and silk scarf. He had white hair and what was
striking about him were his fluffy unreal-looking
eyebrows. He stood erect in front of the fire, his
hands in his pockets and said that he was
trying to get to a certain village.
Thats about four miles away! And youre
walking? M said in astonishment.
Yes, he said.
Where have you come from? I asked him.
About an hour away, he replied.
Youve been walking on these slippery
roads for an hour!
Casting my eyes over the man it was
obvious to me that he hadn't been walking in
deep snow for an hour. He wore what looked
like handmade, but every-day brown leather
shoes, his trousers weren't wet at all and they
looked to have just come from the trouserpress. This was all seeming very peculiar. The
man took his hand out of his pocket and
reached inside his overcoat. I have a card just
in case you need to know who I am.
Brandishing his card, M politely declined it,
without even looking at it, and asked him
where he was heading for. The man tried to
insist that she take it, but she wouldnt. I was
glad that she didnt. Did he have their
telephone number?
No, says he.
What is their name? Ill give them a ring,
get them to come and collect you. For a while
the man couldnt think of their surname....
Robbie...Robbie, I think it is. The man said
that he lived somewhere else.
Where do you live then? I asked him.
Surrey.
Why are you going to (village name)?
For a meeting.
M went to look for the phone book.
Who are you going to see? I asked
me by inches. I couldnt take my eyes off the

number plate, the first few digits - P666. It was
a Mercedes, I think, but Im not very good on
what cars are what. I was under attack (again)
and being looked after (again).
Gifts of Friends
in-law had second thoughts. They asked the

man to get back in the car and drove to meet
the other car. Its a single, dark, and lonely
road. Some distance down the road they met a
man walking up a hill having abandoned his
car at the bottom. This was the man whod
come to collect our visitor. The visitor got out
walked towards the man and without any
conversation, thanks, or greeting whatsoever
walked off with him. Later, while M, F, and I sat
by the fire, F said that while they were in the car
the man had commented upon how attractive
Fs wife is, "luscious", and what a striking figure
she has. On hearing this M was visibly shaken,
going white.
What do you think he does for a living? F
asked. Probably an accountant, M replied.
Yes, thats right, how did you know? Did
he tell you?
No, he just looked like one. How do you
know hes an accountant? asked M. Well,
there was something really odd about him and I
just wanted to find out a bit more about him for
some reason. I asked him what he did and he
told me and I asked him if he had a business
card. Woops! If it was who I suspect: Mistake
number 1: Inviting him in. (How could anyone
refuse?) Mistake Number 2: Allowing him to
leave something behind.
INSPIRATION
That night everyone else took ill. Im still pretty
crook as I write this, two days later. The first

night and day were the worst. I slept most of
Boxing Day but I managed to drive back home
yesterday, and that was not without a bit of
drama, and almost from the off. Id said
cheerio to everyone at the cottage and drove
out onto the road, which although the morning
was far milder, was still covered in ice and
slush. It was very slippery and my little car
struggled through until I got to a hill just before
the much-mentioned pub. Here the car
decided to dance a little, pirouetted, but
thankfully didnt break-dance. Im outside the
car, and outside a house, my phone has been
lifeless since I got here and Im wondering
what to do. I sense someone, and there
retrieving a shovel from the back of his fourwheel drive, is the man who lives at the house.
I dont have that trouble, he says cheerily,
and proceeds to scrape away the snow from
beneath my cars wheels.
Calling his two teenage lads he suggests
that the three of them push me straight and
that I reverse down the hill, take a good run up
and see if thatll get me over. It didnt work, so
undaunted he fetches his car and asks me to
attach his tow-rope to mine. I havent got a
towing eye. We lift the bonnet, um and ah a bit,
then decide to lash it to something that doesnt
look like itll bend or snap. A little bit of
skidding and were up the top of the hill, by the
pub. Youll be right from now, its salted, the
man says. It wasnt, but so what. He wouldnt

hear of me giving him anything for his
kindness. His reward will come in other ways.
As I drove along the icy narrow lane towards
the main road I came to a left-hand blind bend.
Fortunately, I negotiated it cautiously for of all
things to come hurtling round the bend was a
policeman in a Range Rover.
His face was a picture and he just sat there
and watched as I just calmly turned the wheel
and pointed my car towards home. If the shoe
had been on the other foot...but it wasnt, and
who knows what empathies may come. Ive
met both the deepest darkness and the
brightest light over the past few days... And
then I met Saturnian justice skidding at me
from the blind side. I accepted it as a message.
For in that moment, if I'm right, it had
acknowledged me as a worthy combatant on
the path that is the left-hand. Id experienced
and achieved a balance; and that, friends, is
the lesson, the true nature, and real gift, of this
season of giving - and giving way. My
daughters family have fully recovered and they
are now on their way. The rain has melted the
ice and snow in Sir Benfro and the mountain
road is clear.
Ps. Im still wondering what sort of a
meeting happens on Christmas night.
No need to answer that one, Im pretty
sure that I know.
PORTALS,
FACT
OR
FICTION?
By
Don
Phillips
We are professional U.K based paranormal investigators

and are renowned, not just for the evidence we capture,
but also the quantities of evidence due - in part - to the
fact that I am very successful in communicating with
spirits. Examples of this can be found in abundance on
YouTube (G.S.I Paranormal UK) channel or at
(www.gsiparanormal.com)
The images shown here are just three of 20,000 frames

lasting just 1/20th of a second and are believed to be the first
ever images showing a spirit portal manifestation. An obvious
question would be How do you know it is a portal?" To
answer that question let us first look at the facts. Although the
pictures are cropped, there is clearly a cloud type ring in the
FOR MANY YEARS NOW

SCIENTISTS HAVE COME
AROUND TO THE THEORY
THAT TIME TRAVEL COULD BE
A POSSIBILITY AND PARALLEL
UNIVERSES, A RELATIVELY
NEW CONCEPT, COULD
ALSO BE FEASIBLE. IN THE
ABSENCE OF SCIENTIFIC
EVIDENCE FOR EVALUATION,
THIS DEBATE IS SURE TO
CONTINUE FOR MANY
YEARS TO COME. I WOULD
NOW LIKE TO DRAW YOUR
ATTENTION TO A
PHOTOGRAPH CAPTURED
EARLY (2011) BY MYSELF
(DON PHILIPS) & MY TEAM.
corner of the kitchen ceiling. Emerging from the centre is a

manifestation that heads to the kitchen floor, and actually
bends to miss the worktop.
ANOMALISTIC PSYCHOLOGY
RESEARCH UNIT
When questioned by the (ITV) film crew who joined us on
location, professor Chris
French, head of the Anomalistic
Psychology Research Unit
research facility at Goldsmiths
University (London) and a
leading sceptic, confessed that
in the absence of the usual
arguments such as hanging
camera straps, equipment
malfunction and light
reflections etc., "I have
absolutely no explanation what
this can be or what Don has
captured here".
The reason we caught this
anomaly was because, whilst
at a much publicised haunted
location, I ventured into the
kitchen, and - being very
sensitive to such things - I felt a
massive build up of energy. I
instructed Tony Robson (my
tech guy and ex-air force
Project Bluebook) to set up
some capture equipment, stating, "I think we have a portal
here", we left for the evening and the next day returned to
find these images.
Shown here are three frames before/during & after.
The 1st frame clearly shows we left the CCTV camera in
the direction of the right hand side of the kitchen.
Portals, fact or fiction?
front, or hanging in front, of

the lenses.
The image is in the
distance away from the
camera itself.
They can see how this
would be produced by light
distortions as the object
looks physical.
When this portal opened
loud clear electronic voice
phenomena (EVPs) of
definite human voices were
very apparent, interestingly
enough this cycle occurred
once in every 24 hrs, and
bearing that in mind we
studied its characteristics
such as how it formed, and
how long it remained open.
We knew that in order to
prove our claims, scientific
evidence would be needed to
officially document this
phenomenon.
We contacted the BBC who,
having received our pictures, were
happy to assist and using their
contacts attempted to find a team
of scientists to join us on location
to study this rare opportunity.
Considering what we claimed it to be, and the fact this is the
first time ever this opportunity had presented itself we fully
expected a stampede.
The fact remains that clearly the equipment was moved
not once, but on three occasions and the reality of the
matter is that even with the help and endorsement of the
BBC we couldn't find anyone willing to assist us.
The fact of the matter is that there is no shortage of
evidence out there, but there is both shortage of qualified
scientists willing to investigate it, and a reluctance by many
to even consider the possibility that the paranormal may be a
real part of universal phenomena. So Ill end this write up
by asking the following
question? If those who question
claims are so keen on asking for
scientific evidence of the
paranormal, then why is it, when
it is readily available the evidence
is often ignored?
THE REASON WE CAUGHT THIS ANOMALY WAS BECAUSE,

WHILST AT A MUCH PUBLICISED HAUNTED LOCATION, I
VENTURED INTO THE KITCHEN, AND - BEING VERY SENSITIVE
TO SUCH THINGS - I FELT A MASSIVE BUILD UP OF ENERGY
The 2nd frame shows the formation of the portal, notice
the force was sufficient to actually move the weighty camera,
which is now in the direction of the (LHS) of the kitchen and
capturing the image.
Lastly, the 3rd frame again shows a different image, this
is due to the fact that the camera was taking this shot whilst
again being put into motion by this now invisible force.
The metadata of these images has been checked by
experts, who concluded the following:
The pictures are authentic.
They appear not to have been tampered with in any way.
The image caught is not something either placed in
THE FACT OF
THE MATTER IS
THAT THERE IS
NO SHORTAGE
OF EVIDENCE
OUT THERE,
BUT THERE IS
BOTH
SHORTAGE OF
QUALIFIED
SCIENTISTS
WILLING TO
INVESTIGATE IT
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Illustration: Tamsyn Pree
BACK IN THE 1990S, WHILE VISITING FRIENDS

IN WEEDON, A VILLAGE IN THE DISTRICT OF
DAVENTRY IN NORTHAMPTONSHIRE, I
EXPERIENCED SOMETHING THAT I WOULD
NEVER, EVER FORGET.
This is a true story and one that I have spent many hours
and many years trying to get to the bottom of. No-one has
really taken my pursuit very seriously because many have a
ghost story of their own, but to me this is my personal
testimony of the deeper layers of reality and the possibility of
other realms of existence. It is also evident to me that
Weedon and its surrounding boroughs have a hidden and
mysterious side that should be of interest to various spiritual
communities existing today.
On a cold, November Friday evening around midnight, I

was walking down New Croft estate in Weedon with a group
of about six friends from work. We all either lived in Weedon
or lodged with someone who lived in Weedon, and were on
our way home after a party. I was quite a bit ahead of the rest
of the group as I was tired and eager to get home, and
getting rather frustrated with them lagging behind telling
jokes I had already heard a thousand times.
We steered our way through the dimly lit streets of New
Croft towards the vast playing field, which we needed to
cross to get home. Crossing the field was always a fearful
endeavour especially in darkness when it seemed strange
and so exposed.
I reached the zigzagging alleyway, the final stretch that
linked the streets to the desolate Croft Way playing field.
There were pockets of darkness as I proceeded round the
curves but knew there would be one final streetlight before I
reached the entrance to the playing field. As I turned the last
corner of the pathway towards the last of the streetlights,
almost reaching the field, I stood aghast, fixed on the spot
and could not bring myself to proceed. Before me was a
distinct elongated animated shadow, but no form that could
have cast this shadow. It was clear that this shadow should
have come from a human figure but there was not even an
apparition, just the shadow.
The shadow had stretched out its arms, and made broad
stroking movements across the back of what I presumed was
an imaginary horse. This assumption was soon validated
when I heard the distinctive sound of a horses neigh. I could
distinguish the sound of jingling bells coming from the
shadow, and saw that the presence had the shape of what
looked like a court jesters multi-pointed hat on his head. This
must have been the source of the jingling sound. The
shadow remained there for what felt like minutes, blocking
the exit and obstructing my way forward. I felt that if I did
move forward, I would live to regret it.
A few minutes later, as the rest of the party approached
the place where I was standing, the shadow and the
accompanying sounds disappeared leaving no evidence of
what I had just witnessed. As my friends came up to me, one
of them pushed me forward, commenting on why I was just
standing there. I was very hesitant to move forward, almost as
The Spirit of Weedon
if I was caught up in the paralysis of a waking nightmare. I

mumbled something about seeing a ghost and hearing bells,
and to my relief one of the others said they too had heard a
vague sound of tinkling bells and thought it might be a cat.
When I told them in more detail what I had just been a party
to, to my surprise, they did not laugh or joke, but confirmed
my suspicion that it was indeed a ghost and that I was lucky.
Exactly why I was lucky, they did not say.
In later days, I relayed the story to others in the village - in
the pub and in the local shops. The rumours were that there
was indeed a ghost in that passageway. It is the continuing
presence of a jester who always appears in shadow form
only, carrying out the same stroking motions around about
midnight. There have been no explanations as to why he
appears as a shadow only. There are no specific dates or
days of the week that he is seen that have come to peoples
attention. He usually appears to solitary wanderers (which is
why he disappeared as soon as the others arrived). He does
not ever make threatening movements or sounds but comes
across as more playful and friendly to most of those who
have had the pleasure of his encounter. In reflection,
although I felt scared during my actual meeting with
the jester, he was, as my local investigation
suggested, in no way malevolent. It was just
the appearance of the unnatural that
caused my concern at the time. The fact
that he was only a shadow also made
him less threatening.
Most of the villagers I talked to
explained it as a sad story of a
jester who had been apparently
robbed and killed on his way to
perform at the manor. It is difficult to
date these events especially as nothing so
specific has been documented. Going along the lines of what
the villagers suggested, this troubadour may have been
attempting to seek an audience with the lord of the manor, he
may have even been an expected guest or he may not have
been invited at all. He may have come at an inconvenient time
or may have just been subject to the regular robberies that
were usual along that dark, wooded verge. It could even be
that he is not all that innocent himself. It is speculated that it is
his own horse that he is seen stroking. Whether the horse was
killed at the same time as its owner, who can tell? But my
experience of seeing them together would seem to suggest so.
People who have witnessed his presence usually
experience good luck. One person told me that shortly after
seeing the jester, he had inherited a considerable amount of
money. Another woman relayed to me how, after years of
trying, she finally got pregnant a month after seeing the jester.
Back in 1951, the year of one of the notorious disastrous train
crashes on the outskirts of Weedon, another person, I was
told, avoided being caught up in the train crash moments
before it was derailed killing 15 people. (Incidentally, there
have been two fatal train crashes in almost the exact same
spot, the other one was in 1915.) Perhaps my own blessing
came when I was offered a place at university, giving me the
opportunity to leave my dead-end office job for good.
No research has been carried out on the paranormal
significance of the village of Weedon Bec and its surrounding
villages, not to my knowledge anyway. (Weedon Bec refers to
both Lower or Church Weedon and Upper Weedon (to the
west). They are known locally either as just Weedon or Beck.)
It is certainly an area of the country, the heart of the country,
in fact, that hides a lot of paranormal secrets. Some of the
inhabitants will tell you that there are regular Wiccan rituals
SHE INSTRUCTED WILD GEESE, WHO WERE EATING

AWAY THE CORN SUPPLIES OF THE VILLAGERS, TO
NEVER SET FOOT IN WEEDON AGAIN. NO MORE WILD
GEESE WERE SEEN IN THE AREA AGAIN
held in the woods nearby in Everdon
Stubbs. Evidently, witches find the area
powerful enough to perform open-air
circle dancing round their sacred fire.
Church Stowe, the next village to the north
of Weedon, has had sightings of UFOs and
stories of alien abduction.
In Fawsley, to the west of Weedon, there have
been incidences of a ghostly Green Hunter
appearing to individuals, each time on the 31st
December. Observing the Green Hunter, unlike
that of the jester, is considered to be an ill omen. In
Weedon Bec itself, there are numerous ghost stories
going around, not just my own, concerning The Wheatsheaf
pub and Round Hill (rumoured to be the burial place of
Queen Boudicca1). The weight of evidence through
centuries of rumour and legend seems to suggest to
me that there must be some unrecognised ley line
running through this area, or something else of
great spiritual significance.
Weedon (Woe-dun) is Anglo-Saxon for
Temple Hill, which may refer to a heathen
temple that was built there prior to
Christianisation. Of further
significance to my story is the fact
that the Bec extension to
Weedon signifies that the
area was once owned
by the French
Abbey of
Bec in Le
Bec-Hellouin,
Normandy.
The Abbey owned
most of the village
until the dissolution of the
monasteries, when King Henry VIII gave it to Eton College.
The Abbey must have had regular dealings with the manor in
Weedon, in fact, historical research reports that the Abbot
became Lord of the manor in Weedon and earned a
profitable wage from this position. It is also reported that the
lord was rather unscrupulous to villagers who trespassed on
his land, he would even insist on them paying fines for any of
their animals that would stray onto his territory.2 To get to and
from the manor, that was either situated in Upper or Lower
Weedon, must have involved crossing the playing field, the
lugubriously named Gallows-Furlong, around what is now
New Croft estate. This dingy area could have been where our
jester came to his final end. Weedon falls on part of the
Roman Road, known as Watling Street, that ran from
Holyhead to London. It was, therefore, also known as

Weedon-in-the-Street. It must have been a regular stopping
point for travellers, perhaps not all with the honest intention of
getting some rest, on their way to London or Holyhead.
In the seventh century, the Abbess of Weedon, Saint
Werburgh, performed some of her famed miracles in
Weedon. The more celebrated of the two is when she
instructed wild geese, who were eating away the corn
supplies of the villagers, to never set foot in Weedon again.
No more wild geese were seen in the area again, and this
may still be the case today. Other miracles concern her
abilities to prophesise significant events and to cure the sick.
Weedon must have provided an attractive environment for
such a person of high spiritual standing.
Gallows-Furlong holds the remnants of a gallows believed
to have been used during the reign of Henry III. So another
speculation could be that the jester is from this period and
was executed here for murder and manslaughter, wounding
and maiming, blood, water, fire But then there is the
question of why is he seen gently stroking a horse, his horse.
There is one final possibility that could explain the
identity of this jester spirit. Werburgh monastery also housed
a saint Alnoth. Little is known about Alnoth but it is believed
that he was initially a serf and cowherd at the monastery
before becoming a hermit in the neighbouring Stowe woods.
Alnoth, like our jester, met an unfortunate end in these woods
where he was murdered by two robbers in around 700 AD.
For this reason, he is honoured as a martyr and there were
regular pilgrimages to his tomb in Stowe in the Middle Ages.
It could be that his ghost is haunting the grounds of the
former monastery in Weedon. This does not, however,
explain the shadows unusual outfit, which you would not
immediately associate with a hermit.
In considering the many possibilities surrounding the
death of my strange mischievous jester, I have come to
understand and appreciate the importance that this little
Northamptonshire village had back in the Middle Ages
and before. It may no longer be an important pinpoint
on any map today but it was significant even to our
pagan ancestors. I am in no doubt that the jester was a
good omen, but his death was untimely and unjust. The
most fitting explanation is that he was the victim of a
vicious attack that killed both himself and his horse at a
moment in his life when he was full of hope that
something good would happen soon. There is evidently still
some unfinished business to deal with.
REFERENCES
* http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~
richardkendellfamily/whelan_187416.html.
* Acta SS., 27 February, III; STANTON, Menology (London,

*
*
1892), 565; BARING-GOULD, Lives of Saints (London,

1894), II, 48.
See http://www.northamptonshire-history.org.uk/?p=17.
See http://www.northamptonshire-history.org.uk/?p=17.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Dr Karen Parham is a lecturer in Philosophy and Religious
Studies and a freelance writer, particularly on the esoteric.
Her academic speciality is on mysticism and alchemy. She
currently also gives workshops on alchemy in Birmingham
where she lives. For more information contact
karenparham55@yahoo.co.uk
The Black Art:
Magic
Shadows
in the
By Stephen Wakefield
THE TERMS BLACK ART AND

BLACK MAGIC ARE
INCENDIARY, CREATING
STRONG RESPONSES
ACROSS THE GLOBE EVEN AT
A TIME OF INCREASED
SECULARISATION AND
PARTICULARLY WHERE MAGIC
ITSELF IS CONCERNED
INCREDULITY.
While some are fascinated by what the
terms represent, others continue to be
shocked and appalled by concepts that they
would otherwise announce their disbelief in,
whether due to knowledge gained through
television, films and fictional novels or
merely an unexplored sense that such an
interest in, and pursuit of, the black arts is
wrong. There may be no way for this latter
argument to be successfully verbalised, but it
stems from a level of conditioning or gut
instinct that abhors what is insinuated, even
without personal experience of the subject.
This is an intriguing and possibly
informative point, especially when one begins
to question whether black magic actually exists
at all or whether it is purely a social
construction that pertains to either inversions of
orthodox beliefs carried out by a small
percentage of humanity at any one time (just as
any belief system must expect a number that
rebel against it), or the historical rejection of
broader magical beliefs in favour of
monotheistic religion (which would demonise
even the most harmless of acts in its
progression). What is meant by black art, can
The Black Art
it be thought of as a continuing movement, did

it exist in the first place, and why exactly does it
continue to have such a hold on a 21st Century
mentality that so frequently rejects its validity
without question?
In a primitive setting, magic tends to be a
neutral force that can be tapped for positive
and negative purposes. In these systems it is
the individual that is good or bad, and whether
or not that individual is an expert in the arts or
an amateur, it is their belief in the forces at
work and their intent at summoning those
forces that is to be judged, not the forces
themselves. A wax doll with distorted limbs and
pins running through it may be a horrific tool,
but regardless of the magic that may result in
its use, it is primarily the malefic desire that
created and implemented it that must be
considered, not what may or may not occur
supernaturally thereafter.
This was, to a large extent, understood by
most of the worlds earliest civilizations, which
did not easily recognise magic at all, let alone
its negative application, as separate entities. For
the Assyrian and, later, Babylonian peoples,
magic in all its forms was an active part of
religion that did not need to be thought of as
being outside of sacred rites the gods could
protect or punish, reward with plenty or
decimate according to their divine judgement,
and personal, human attacks were a natural
part of this system. Illness and blight could be
inflicted by others, but only with the same
consent of the gods that allowed for the victim
to attempt to defend him- or herself, and justice
would be served appropriately.
Even within the Zoroastrian system, which
saw (and sees) in creation a dualistic battle
between good and evil that every being played
an active part in, the negative forces that
waited to trap mankind, and which could be
used as a form of weapon, were nonetheless
an inherent aspect of the material world that
were only a threat when wielded by an
individual, who had the freedom to choose
IN A PRIMITIVE SETTING, MAGIC

TENDS TO BE A NEUTRAL FORCE
THAT CAN BE TAPPED FOR
POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE
PURPOSES. IN THESE SYSTEMS IT
IS THE INDIVIDUAL THAT IS GOOD
OR BAD, AND WHETHER OR NOT
THAT INDIVIDUAL IS AN EXPERT
IN THE ARTS OR AN AMATEUR, IT
IS THEIR BELIEF IN THE FORCES
AT WORK AND THEIR INTENT AT
SUMMONING THOSE FORCES
THAT IS TO BE JUDGED, NOT THE
FORCES THEMSELVES.
venerated that could easily be adopted in

perverted forms to establish a mocking
counter-faith. To an intolerant Papacy all
enemies were of one sinister movement, easier
to identify and move against in light of their
clear opposition to the one true God, while to a
variety of people ranging from the poor to the
egoist, and those suffering ennui that sought
something dangerous, a system began to take
shape which had never before existed, yet
which - in this new reverent world - would
ends (most notably with the predictably tawdry

accusations aimed at the Cathars, Knights
Templar, countless powerful individuals seen as
a threat or of too great a wealth, and later witch
trials of varying success). However, many of the
very same charges had been drawn against
Christianity itself in its early struggles within the
Roman Empire, including child cannibalism
and orgiastic rites. Such abhorrent acts had
proved a useful tool long before the time of
Christ, but it was only with the especial power
and scale of established
Christianity that they
could be applied as the
opposition as
celebrated by all
opponents of the faith.
With the white forms of
pagan magic subsumed
by Christianity, the
remaining practices
were decidedly evil
simply because they
were not Christian and the religion had
become sufficiently formidable to propagate
and enforce against those practices, whether
earnestly carried out or not.
There were certainly misuses of this
judgement and no shortage of corruption
within the church and royalty across Europe to
use it to further personal desires, but the
promulgation of this concept also served to be
somewhat self-fulfilling. The black arts
themselves may have altered to an extent over
the centuries depending on those using or
viewing them, but for many it was the allure of
the forbidden and the implicit danger of
embracing it that made black magic so
appealing, even beyond the power and
knowledge that it was reputed to offer to its
followers. Though stories of murder, sexual
abandon and the summoning of evil spirits did
create no small amount of fear and superstition
for some, those same stories could also
arouse a temptation not easily ignored, a
possibility for adventure and profligacy that is
just as much a part of human nature as the
desire for spiritual enlightenment. Thus these
beliefs can in part be seen to have created the
very movement that they espoused against,
suggesting new manners of worship for
those believing themselves to be witches or
warlocks, and offering the novice a basic idea
of how to go about worshipping the devil and
inciting mayhem.
The central problem in unravelling the truth
from all of the sources is the sheer variety of
standpoints and possible biases that are
apparent, from Papal zeal and political
manoeuvring to torture-induced confessions,
neighbourly quarrelling and outright delusion.
There is no single voice of reason that
appreciates a genuine belief and discusses it
rationally, meaning that an accurate
understanding of witchcraft during these
centuries is nigh on impossible to gather, let
MANY OF THE POWERS BELIEVED TO BE

WIELDED BY THE BLACK MAGICIAN HAD LONG
BEEN A PART OF OLDER RELIGIONS, BUT
WITHIN THIS FRAMEWORK THEY COULD ONLY
BE DEEMED TO BE CONTRARY TO THE NATURAL
ORDER OF THINGS, CERTAINLY AGAINST GOD
exercise a relevant and inevitable position of
gross impiety.
In this environment, ironically, it was the
older faiths that were the foundation of black
magic, as the demons and beings that were
said to be the target of its spells and
incantations had previously existed as gods.
The pagan entities like Moloch, Mithras and
Dionysus may not have been entirely
benevolent figures in their earlier forms, yet
through the eyes of Christianity they were
demons offering perverse knowledge and
powers that were an abomination when exerted
by man. These were figures of darkness,
devourers of body and soul that beguiled with
their offerings of sorcery and necromancy, and
ultimately drew their followers further and
further from the true God.
There is no coincidence, then, that much
that came to be levelled against these wayward
sorcerers was of a primarily anti-Christian
nature. However, the image that was built up
by the Church over centuries of inquisition and
religious fear-mongering extended to all areas
of life, resulting in a concept of magic that
focussed on any and every debasement
conceivable by human beings. The stress of
accounts therefore came to centre on
defilement of the dead, child kidnap,
cannibalism and a continual threat to stability,
order and good Christian souls, much of which
revolved around grotesque parodies of religious
observance that included devil worship,
induced ecstasies and orgies.
Of course, many of the powers believed to
be wielded by the black magician had long
been a part of older religions, but within this
framework they could only be deemed to be
contrary to the natural order of things, certainly
against God and by extension all those that
followed his Word. There is no doubt that such
practices were compartmentalised, and quite
literally demonised, to achieve often dubious
between the forces of light and darkness. It

was the decision to turn toward evil that was
evil, not the chthonic demons, spirits and other
entities that would eventually be defeated by
total goodness. Magic actually had little place
in early Zoroastrianism, thus black magic was
an unknown quantity. It was within ancient
Egypt and Greece, magic was much more of
an active presence, and not solely within
religious practise as it had been in Babylon. In
both of these fascinating cultures magic was
widely used to cure
diseases, gain
knowledge of future
events, decide on
favourable courses of
action, and with
incredible zeal it was
also used to attempt to
curse, entrap, ruin and
kill those that were more
successful or had done
wrong by another.
Perhaps, then, this is where the concept of
witchcraft begins to take on a more
recognisable form, but this is not necessarily
black magic, and even if these practices are
included in our definition, they are more due to
contextual changes in the response to certain
practices than they are to a sudden
development in the black arts.
If we take bindings, which were immensely
popular amongst the Greeks and later
throughout the Roman Empire, the magic that
was believed to activate lead scrolls or
figurines once placed in the graves of the
restless dead was once again naturally benign.
It was a force that required tapping and stirring
by an enchanter of sorts, yet which could only
be secured through the allowance of the gods.
If the magic worked, it was only because its
efficacy had been divinely granted, and the
motivations behind it deemed just. Not only
does this maintain the place of magic, both
white and black firmly within the remit of
religion, but the desires that lay behind these
acts clearly suggest the base, material needs of
the day-to-day that have always plagued
humankind alongside the loftier spiritual
pursuits of the soul. Body and spirit are
somewhat opposing elements that here can be
seen to bring out the very best and the very
worst of humanity, frequently in equal measure,
and while bewitchments and enchantments
can be far from morally acceptable, they are still
far from diabolic in nature.
It is more likely, then, that both the concept
and the initial pursuit of black magic was
concurrent, created by a more dramatic change
in views of religion. This leads us to the Middle
Ages, where Christianity had swept across
much of the world and become the
predominant faith of Europe and the near-East.
In this environment any contrary system was
heretical, and symbols, rites, terms and
personalities were fervently and widely
The Black Art
alone one of black magic which is by definition

much more obscure, secretive and occult. For
those that have been its true followers, this
confusion may well have served as the greatest
aid to their cause, yet once again this insinuates
a definite organisation that may be a total
fallacynegative magic has usually been the
pursuit of an individual or small group, the
likelihood of one shared goal across continents
and centuries immeasurably small.
Despite continued interest in the black arts
(aided by the continued dissemination of
medieval grimoires), it was not until the 20th
Century that a more concise definition became
identifiable, and proponents gained a voice.
Though the disgust or dismissal of the Church
was at points as apparent as it had been in the
past, the ravages of science-led rationalism and
secularisation meant that the religious stance
was less bold than it had once been, leaning
more often toward disbelief than fears of unholy
powers at work. However the concept had
been created, it existed in practice as world
wars raged, sexual liberation freed the body
and recreational drugs freed the mind, and
exponents found themselves able to voice
beliefs with infamy the only real price and, as
ever, the reality of black magic would be
muddied through the strong views, morbid
fascinations and egos at work.
The key difference between malefic
witchcraft, and the more advanced diabolic arts
is the relative position of the person channelling
the powers of magic. Where a witch is in thrall
as servant to the infernal forces, the black
magician is instead master of the evil powers,
one who despite constant peril maintains
influence over the energies he or she is tapping
into. It must also be noted that, although the
desired results may not always be so far
removed from one another, the witch is
popularly considered to be rooted in a more
mundane existence, while the black magician
practices a high, ritual magic that requires a
degree of affluence and somewhat greater skill
in order to first gather the appropriate
accoutrements and then maintain the safety of
the soul.
Grimoires were an instrumental part of the
rite, ancient manuscripts passing hand-to-hand
and relating encyclopaedic knowledge of the
spirits to be summoned depending on the
need, how this could be achieved and how to
maintain safety throughout the process. Texts
such as the Lesser Key of Solomon and The
Book of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the
Mage contained pages of rites that were
believed to use any and all of the supernatural
forces dormant within creation, including
demons of varying rank, angels and a multitude
of lesser spirits and entities. The latter of the
texts, in particular, frequently inveighs against
black magic itself and instead focuses on
cabalistic mysticism and its associated magic. It
nonetheless became, and remained, a tool for
the diabolic magician because of the occult
wisdom that it offered, formulae to summon

and harness forces to make changes that could
be as pure or as depraved as the magician
desired. Once again, the conduit informing the
aspirant becomes the victim, though it in itself
is a neutral force.
For many supposed black magicians the
aim of their rites was knowledge itself, and the
grimoires offered demons that could inform on
a wide variety of subjects that included science,
logic, mathematics, the arts, astrology and the
occult secrets of plants or animals. It was also
possible to use them to reveal forthcoming
events as well as those of the past, all with a
view to empowering the magician with truly
supernatural wisdom. Misfortune could be
afflicted on people through the use of a demon,
from rather trivial pimples to storms that could
destroy crops or property, and horrendous
deaths due to a number of causes. The sigils,
symbols and implements mentioned in these
texts in part originate from Egyptian and Greek
practices, and while some continued to follow
them in a similar vein of intent, for those who
now identified themselves as black magicians,
they were for use in very specific forms focused
on self-furtherance, material gain and power
over others.
Magic circles adorned with names of God
for protection, carefully spoken incantations
and various blood- and sex rites are common
features of invocations, often leading to ecstatic
psychological experiences that are not far
removed from Shamanistic visions, which can
also be aided by hallucinogenic drugs. Even in
todays fairly liberal world, this combination of
the supposedly ancient with carnal acts and
recreational narcotics still creates a stir. And
though these magical aids may be utilised for
the sake of the ritual and its results, the
inevitable outrage that it causes ensures that
black magic remains wholly opposed to the
moral and spiritual norm, an added perk to
those like Aleister Crowley, who courted
infamy proudly.
Crowley served as the very epitome of
modern black magic, due to the very magic
that he practised (immersed in Egyptian
symbolism, informed by Jewish cabbalism and
invoking entities like Pan which embodied
pagan fertility and the idea of will over flesh)
and the resulting notoriety that he so revelled in.
Where his form of Magick, his esoteric pursuits
and occult philosophies can offer something
akin to genius, the media persona he so
eagerly cultivated and maintained suggest a
contrary figure that craved attention and
ignominious notice. Should the onus be placed
on the latter trait, then his own belief in magic
can be brought into doubt, and he becomes
nothing more than a charlatan seeking fame
(suggested by his willing 'admission' at one
point of having carried out over a hundred
blood sacrifices a week to fulfil the needs of his
rites), but sufficient tracts remain to create an
ongoing enigma the reality of Crowleys
powers, the reality of his belief in them, and the

reality of black magic itself.
The validity of black magic is difficult, if not
impossible, to prove, as those practising it may
well have motives beyond what they preach.
Those of a more mundane nature which stroke
the ego and create a legend, but the fear of
someones ill intent has legitimately been a part
of our psychological makeup for thousands of
years and cannot easily be quelled even by
conscious disbelief. We know that the desire for
all of these things are real because we are
human and, admit it or not we have all felt its
draw at some time, a want for change and the
knowledge to make it happen.
The methods of the black magician may
seem to us rather extreme, but we can - to an
extent - understand their aspirations. We may
not share a belief in the forces that are believed
to be being tapped, but the very fact that they
believe and focus such energies with such
intent is enough to justify our trepidation and
continued interest. The black arts have taken
varying forms, but however they are interpreted
they will long remain a part of our world
because we created them, and whether
through divine inspiration, malicious design or
human misinterpretation, they speak to an
eternal aspect of human nature: the desire to
be, if only for moments at a time, as a god.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Stephen is a student of theology and
religion, and most of his focus over the last
twenty years has been an ongoing
investigation into the occult. He has had
several articles published, and is currently
writing his first full-length book, Magic, the
Esoteric and the Occult.'
www.sjwoccult-com.webs.com
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I FIRST BECAME AWARE OF SACRED GEOMETRY AFTER READING JOHN MITCHELLS 1969
BOOK THE VIEW OVER ATLANTIS LINKING LEY LINES TO MEGALITHS AND PUTTING
GLASTONBURY ON THE ROAD TO BECOMING AN ICON OF THE COUNTERCULTURE.
In City of Revelation in 1972 Mitchell put
emphasis on solar and lunar qualities
announcing that the mysteries of the
universe are all based on numbers. One
original citation of his research was to argue that
the biblical catch of 153 fish was constructed on
a hidden geometry. My own part in a geometric
mystery came to me first hand when
encountering the sacred geometry involved with
Rennes-le-Chateau in 1985 when liaising with
David Wood from Tunbridge Wells in Kent.
David had written his controversial GenIsis...The
first book of Revelation and demonstrated
sacred geometry throughout the Rennes valley,
as did Henry Lincoln to a lesser degree in some
of his work.
The Rennes sacred geometry connection
returned to my attention in 2006, after having
found evidence of it within my own research into
Lincoln Cathedral. I then came across the work
of Tony Peart from Bloxholm, Lincolnshire, and
his Templar Mechanics website. Tony is a
Geomancer with a natural connection to the
land. Whereby my own deductions led me to a
specific Templar location opposite the
Cathedrals South East corner, Tonys mastery is
in reading the hidden treasure within the
landscape and the energy patterns that manifest
within the locality of sacred sites. In his book
On Earth as it is in Heaven, my friend,
mathematician and astronomer Greg Rigby
showed in 1996 a magnificent and yet simple
series of patterns linking key cathedrals in
Northern France. Below is a brief introduction
in to the Templar Mechanic research and in
particular The Temple Bruer Enigma.
The concept itself stems from the ancient

belief that God built the cosmos on geometrical
principles, something that was successfully
exploited by Pythagoras and to some extent still
survives today. Actually there is a certain logic to
this, because so much in the natural world,
including language, seems to obey and follow
very strict mathematical principles. However, on
the other hand there is also a school of thought
that likens these techniques to simply taking a
number of random shapes and placing a
template on them based on joining the dots
and making sense out of chaos.
THE TEMPLE BRUER ENIGMA

The Templar Mechanics web site was created in
2006. Its purpose is to inspire new thought
through the presentation of ideas and
possibilities, dedicated to unravelling an
enigma, unshackled by any dogmatic train of
thought or alliance. Templar Mechanics is a
thought provoking study, which examines
landscape geometry around Knights Templar
sites. The study is rooted in the landscape and
the discovery of a repeating unit of measure
5.151 miles or 10,000 Megalithic Yards around
which all of the geometric systems discovered
to date are based. The Megalithic Yard,
discovered by Alexander Thom, is generally
acknowledged as the repeating standard unit of
measure used in the layout of sacred sites
across Britain and France. Ancient sites are now
being recognised more and more through the
geometric arrangement of points, both natural
and man made in the surrounding landscape.
Landscape geometry, in addition to embracing
the theory of certain points in the landscape

holding significance in relation to other local
features, is part of our collective lost library of
knowledge and Tony believes the Knights
Templar were well aware of this. The unique
subject matter brings together the spiritual,
tangible and the mysterious using the Knights
Templar locations as our guide to the 5.151
circle revelation.
The various pentagonal and hexagonal
patterns which reoccur throughout landscape
geometry can also be found amongst Templar
symbolism and encoded in the Templar inspired
Cathedrals of Europe, many of which are also
built on previous points of Pagan importance.
Templar Mechanics believes the higher
echelons of the Templar order were aware of the
power of these patterns, and also of the natural
earth energy points where these patterns
manifest within the landscape. The Knights
Templar, having prior knowledge of their
location, set out to claim these energy sites for
their own advantage, possibly knowing of an
occult significance around them. The landscape
geometry discovered around sites has always
existed, and therefore are not a Knights Templar
creation, these sites being of major importance
long before the Knights Templar made an
appearance at them. The Templars choice of
location for their commanderies however would
suggest prior knowledge as to the importance
attached to occupying a particular area. Energy,
even Earth energy, still equals power for those
that know how to use it.
The sites currently showing landscape
geometry based around 5.151 miles continues
Geomancy (the name literally means foresight by earth, which itself derives from the Arabic, ilm al-raml or
science of the sand) is one of the truly ancient divinatory arts, in this case it involves reading natural markings
on the landscape. This method can also be used by throwing sand, or soil onto the ground and interpreting the
patterns it makes. All this morphs quite neatly with the use of an allied and highly controversial technique called
sacred geometry, where the location of various natural features on the landscape like mountains etc are
assumed to have mystical significance. This is frequently assumed to be why various structures like stone circles
and churches etc. are built on certain locations to harness these hypothetical and invisible earth energies.
Sacred Geometry
to grow, with many already having been walked,

researched, drawn, mapped and the graphics
prepared by Templar Mechanics. Sites of great
interest to potential readers worldwide are
included around the locations previously held
by the Knights Templar in England, Scotland,
France and Ireland, all working to the same
5.151 mile circle measure.
KNIGHTS TEMPLAR 5.151 SYSTEMS
ALREADY DISCOVERED
Rennes le Chateau
Temple Rockley, Avebury
Rosslyn Chapel
Temple Bruer
Temple Sowerby
Temple Ewell
Temple Combe
Bisham Abbey
Medmenham Abbey (Hell Fire Club)
Willoughton
Maltby
Tara
Llangollen
Glastonbury
Royston
Eglinton
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The illustrations for the above sites show

repeating detail at the same points in the
geometry of the different systems featured,
leading the reader to conclude that the
positioning of main physical features at these
sites are not random or chaotic, but ordered
and structured along lines constructing
mathematical patterns. Patterns repeated in the
natural world such as within the snowflake,
honeycomb along with various flora, based
around pentagonal and hexagonal patterns.
These same patterns are seen repeatedly within
places of worship worldwide. The Church is well
known for integrating old pagan beliefs into its
own dogma, with the result that Christian icons
have their counterparts in the pagan world.
Churches are often built on locations previously
associated with pagan worship so can be very
useful in uncovering landscape geometry
locally. Ancient hills and place names such as
Green Man Wood, Mount of Bel, Cocked Hat,
Devils Dyke and Dancing Hill are all signs and
signatures of the past, many of which often turn
out to be pointers leading to the revelation of the
geometric patterns coded in the landscape.
THE TEMPLE BRUER 5.151 CIRCLE

As well as the Knights Templars involvement,
other enigmatic characters such as Francis
Dashwood and John Dee are found to be active
around major points involved in the Temple
Bruer 5.151 pentacle. Francis Dashwood
founded the Hell Fire Club and John Dee
became scryer to Elizabeth I, suggesting that
other initiates through the ages were aware of
the importance of these mystical sites and
interacted with them at specific influential points.
Francis Dashwood is involved in two 5.151
systems, one at Temple Bruer and the other at
Bisham Abbey, another Knights Templar haunt.

The involvement of the Knights Templar and
initiates such as John Dee and Francis
Dashwood only add to the mystery of Bruer, and
the power and influence of landscape geometry.
Many individuals concluded that the positioning
of major features, both natural and man-made,
around certain historically significant sites are
not random,
accidental or
without reason.
That being the case
the only possible
conclusion that can
be drawn is the
influence of an
overriding
intelligence, in
effect an architect
of creation. This is
something that the
Knights Templar
were well aware of,
and that there are
certain places
where its signature
can still be found,
but only for those
with eyes to see.
TEMPLE BRUER 5.151

REVELATION
A pentacle has been discovered in the
landscape around the old Knights Templar
settlement of Temple Bruer, created by church
alignments. Further study then revealed a sixpointed seal incorporated in the layout of the
current village which was also complimentary to
the larger pentacle.
TEMPLE BRUER
Tonys part in this mystery started with a
chance, and very lucky, purchase of a cottage at
Temple Bruer in 2003. After renovating the
cottage Tony had several trips to Rennes le

Chateau in France where he bought a book on
local landscape geometry based around local
French Knights Templar commanderies and
places of worship in the Languedoc region. The
basic shape created by these sites involved
pentagonal and hexagonal geometry. Further
research then brought up other European
Templar sites that had been noted by other

authors showing these same geometric core
designs in the landscape, situated at Bornholm an island in the Baltic, Brittany and Norway. On
his return, he felt compelled to check the
Temple Bruer area for the possibility of
something similar being present. To start with
he noticed 18 churches could be aligned
through Temple Bruer church...this in itself is
quite extraordinary over such a short distance.
Coincidentally the Temple Bruer church is
situated at the junction of 5 green lanes
suggesting a meeting of roads as well as
church/ley alignments. The six-pointed seal was
also revealed through connecting local church
alignments.
THE BASIC
SHAPE
CREATED BY
THESE SITES
INVOLVED
PENTAGONAL
AND
HEXAGONAL
GEOMETRY
becoming Lord Mayor of London. The penta

shoulder line connecting Bassingham church
through to Blankney church goes through
Green Man Wood. The Green Man is the pagan
fertility icon. The Green Man Inn is located next
to Green Man Wood and became the meeting
place for an exclusive club of distinguished
Lincolnshire gentleman known as the Lincoln
Club, an offshoot of the esoteric Knights of St
Francis or Hell Fire Club, which was instigated
by Francis Dashwood, who lived during the midto late-1700s at Nocton Hall.
LIST OF LINCOLN CLUB

MEMBERS
* Lord Monson of Burton, 1st Baron (cr. 1728 d. 1748).
* Lord Robert Manners of Bloxholm, Son of
2nd Duke of Rutland. M.P. Kingston-on-Hull

1747-1780). A General Officer in the Army.
Buried at Bloxholme 1782; aged 64.
Lord Sherard Manners; brother of above. M.P.
Tavistock 1741. d. 1741/2
Lord Charles Manners; another brother,
d.1761
Lord Vere Bertie of Branston; son of 1st Duke
of Ancaster, and his 2nd wife. M.P. Boston
(1741-1747). d. 1768
Lord Tyrconnel of Belton;
Sir John Brownlow. Bart. Created
Baron and Viscount 1718, d. 1754.
Thomas Whichcot of Harpswell.
M.P. Lincs (1741-1768). d. 1776.
John Chaplin of Blankney; son
and heir of above named Squire
Thomas. d. 1764. Charles Chaplin of
Blankney; probably a younger
brother of John.
Robert Dashwood, brother of
Samuel Dashwood of Wells.
Thomas Noel. M.P. Rutland (17271784)
Bent Noel; brother of above,
Colonel 43 rd Regt. Dashwoods
Dunston Pillar creation coincidentally
sits on the squaring of 5.151 circle.
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Line 1 Metheringham church Caythorpe
church.
Line 2 Aubourn church - Roxholm church
(previous site of.)
Line 3 Carlton-le-Moorland Bloxholm church
Dorrington church
Line 4 Haddington church Leasingham
church
Line 5 Welbourn church Kirkby Green church
Line 6 Stragglethorpe church - Rowston church
Line 7 Brant Broughton church - Dorrington
church
Line 8 Solstice line - Blankney Hough on the
Hill church.
If you stand at the Temple Bruer church on
the winter solstice, you will see the sun set in the
middle of the straight lane/road going towards
Griffins Farm. This track if aligned back to
Blankney marks the summer solstice sunrise.
This solstice line, as well as being marked by a
track, also splits the established six-pointed seal
exactly in half.
THE MAIN PENTACLE
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Line 1. Harmston church - Fulbeck church Leadenham church.

Line 2. Harmston church Temple Bruer
church Cranwell church.
Line 3. Bassingham church
Temple Bruer church
Ruskington church.
Line 4. Carlton-le-Moorland
church Blankney church.
Line 5. Augustinian Priory
Nocton Green Man
Westborough church
The main pentacle runs
with the heath ridge
connecting the churches of
Leadenham Fulbeck and
Harmston. Harmston church,
at the top of the pentacle, had
the influential Thorold family as
local guardians, Thorold
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Sacred Geometry
To find the Bruer circle

circumference measure, Tony
multiplied 5.151 by pi
3.14159262 which gives us
16.18 miles which are the
phi/golden ratio numbers!
With 5.151 miles being
10,000 megalithic yards, if we
multiply 3.14159262 by
10,000 we have the pi figures
as circumference measure in
megalithic
yards.31,4159262 MY. The
5.151 mile circle then gives
us pi and phi as the
circumference measure in
both imperial and megalithic
yard values, albeit with a
moved decimal place.
RLC CONNECTION
Templar Mechanics has gone
on to complete a new study
of the RLC geometry and
discovered another 5.151
system in the area. The Bruer
5.151 pentacle can be
overlaid on the Rlc 5.151 pentacle to show a
very odd yet complimentary relationship.
So whats so special about 5.151 value? A

clue could be in the design of the greatest
structure on earth, and one

that is still not grasped or
understoodthe Great
Pyramid of Giza. Originally
with facing stones, long since
removed, the Great Pyramid
had been designed with
slope angles of 51.51
degreesnobody knows
why. This angle does have
certain values that release
other mysteries out of the
bag. For instance the 51.51
slope when drawn off a base
line gives the right
proportions for the
relationship between the
Earth and the Moon - so
indirectly it is relating to
holistic proportions and
grand design within our
cosmic neighbourhood. The
perfect fit of the moon to the
sun on a full solar eclipse is
also suggesting an
organising intelligence in the
unseen, the sun being 400 x
further away yet 400 x bigger than the moon
Coincidence ... or Grand Design?
KEY
Large Triangle Great Pyramid

51.51 degree pitch
A - C Earth Diameter
B - C Earth Radius
C - E Moon Diameter
C - D Moon Radius
F - G - H 345 Triangle
It would appear the builders of
the Great pyramid have left us a
mathematical blueprint in stone
as to the interconnectivity of the
universe and the intelligence
behind its mathematical
creation. If you would like a
personal or group tour of the
Temple Bruer 5.151 system
please contact
tony@templarmechanics or visit
the web page at Templar
Mechanics now offering day
tours of the Bruer experience.
Bookings can also be made for
local Powerpoint presentations
of other sacred sites featured on
Templar Mechanics
http://templarmechanics.com/te
mplar_detail.asp?templarid=223
FIELD
THEORY AND THE PARANORMAL
By Hugh Fairman
NOTE THERE HAVE BEEN MANY CLAIMS THAT PHOTOGRAPHIC IMAGES OF THE
NEBULOUS OTHER SIDE HAVE BEEN SUCCESSFULLY PRODUCED, THE SCOLE
EXPERIMENT IS A CASE IN POINT. THE STRANGE AND EERIE IMAGES IN THIS ARTICLE
ARE CLAIMED TO OFFER FURTHER PROOF OF THIS. ARE THEY EXAMPLES OF PAREIDOLIA
OR ARE THEY GENUINE? PARANORMAL PRESENTS THEM WITH NO AGENDA
BECAUSE IT IS ULTIMATELY YOU, THE READER, WHO WILL DECIDE WHAT THEY MAY
OR MAY NOT REPRESENT. - BRIAN ALLAN, EDITOR
Despite the dismissal of the scientific
community, and the often-expressed
disapproval of the religiously inclined, the
whole subject continues to fascinate the
general public. The reasons for this are not
hard to fathom really. Science, whilst offering
profound insights into the workings of Nature,
seems to have a 'cold heart' when it comes to
our own existences, and religious teachings,
whilst being far more 'warm and cuddly' in that
respect, are suffering from their own glaring
intellectual inconsistencies as scientific
progress uncovers ever deeper secrets of how
Creation works.
This gap is filled by those who look to the
study of 'Paranormal Phenomena' as way of

trying to show that there is indeed a great deal
more to our lives than science currently admits,
and feel that a good genuine ghost picture
provides a suitable retort to the 'white coat'
(scientist) that there is 'nothing else', and it
completely bypasses the 'white collar' (cleric)
with all their associated dogmas. In fact, it may
be possible to offer some ideas that can
encompass all viewpoints, at least up to a
degree. We have called what follows FIELD
theory. The uppercase notation is simply to
distinguish it from all the other kinds of physical
fields, or topics that are recognised in this
modern age. For the sake of brevity though, a
great deal of the existing evidence for these
ideas has been drastically curtailed, although
much will simply be alluded to. Those of more
critical bent of mind are requested to allow for
these circumstances.
Astrophysicists nowadays quite seriously
consider the possibility that our universe is not
alone, and will examine the possible existence
of a 'multiverse' state of creation that can be
regarded as a sort of 'bubble foam' as a mental
image. The quantum physicist who studies the
properties of matter where it is very small may
consider similar ideas (Everard's 'many worlds'
theory). These speculations (direct proof is
lacking) have led us to suggest that this can be
summarised by suggesting that underlying all
material reality (MR) there lies the existence of a

universal Information Field. This has been
labelled 'The FIELD', and it essentially contains
information pertaining to the existence of the
'possibility of all possibilities'. While the FIELD is
'real' to us, it can - in fact - be regarded also as a
'Virtual Reality' (VR).
Particles such as electrons can 'tunnel' by
being absorbed into the quantum field and
begin reappearing somewhere else. They can
'join up together' or entangle as a state of
coherence or superposition. In fact 2 coherent
particles can subsequently be separated any
distance in theory while in the state of
superposition, and if 1 particle is 'read' then the
other 'knows' about this (decoheres) and
instantly assumes its own identity (action at a
distance). This 'knowing' information travels far
faster than light and has in fact been measured
as exceeding 10X FTL. The Bose-Einstein
condensate has been shown to exist and is a
specific case where as many as 600 atoms may
assume an identity as a 'single atom in a cloud'.
This state of 'information sharing' across
multiple units of matter shows the property of
'bounded unity of information', that is termed an
i-pac (ipac).
Subatomic particles endlessly recycle
between VR<--->MR and at this microscopic
level the borders between MR/VR become very
'fuzzy'. It is postulated that when a subatomic
FIELD
particle is absorbed into the quantum field (VR)

it 'refreshes' its own ipac before re-emergence
into MR. This view implies that the 'rules of
physics' emerge from this aspect of Nature
rather than having been 'inserted' at the time of
the 'Big Bang' as science currently maintains.
What the discoveries of physics are telling us
about, therefore, is not just about matter in our
familiar MR existence. They are indications of
the 'Rules of VR' as well. In a sense then an
electron is 1/2 MR and 1/2 VR in a state of
repeated oscillation, and in the VR state the
normal spacetime limitations no longer apply
(action at a distance). As these subatomic
particles' ipacs cohere, first as atoms, then
molecules, and then as cells and finally as
biological life, so does our familiar MR universe
emerge. These ipacs are 'nested' within each
other, in a very similar way to the familiar
subroutines of the computer programmer.
A single living cell contains the cohered
shared information of all its sub-molecular
components, and this ipac based information is
also held in VR form in the FIELD. There is also
an ipac/YOU and an ipac/UNIVERSE. We think
that the 'familiar' quantum field (Qf) is closer
and more 'immediate' than the 'FIELD proper'
(If). The history of your current Life (L1) is held
at quantum field 'level' and this can be simply
expressed by writing {Qf-ipac(a)}/YOU, (L1).
Since all ipacs 'recycle' - albeit on differing
timescales - from electrons to universes, this
principle will include the ipac/YOU. You have
been in MR before, and you will come back
again one day is the message of this idea. You
too 'oscillate VR<--->MR', which is de facto reincarnation. In the FIELD is held the information
pertaining to previous existences or lives.
These can be imagined as like an old stacked
pile of DVDs going back into the mists of the
past, and we could label these as L2,L3,L4....
from the most recent (1840s perhaps?) going
ever backwards.
This we can express as {If-ipac(a)}/YOU,
(L2,L3...)}. This latter {If-pac(a)/YOU,
(L2,L3...)}expression is in fact what the religious
recognise as a person's soul (the 'ipac' phrase
has been shortened further to 'pac'). The (a)
notation is placed in the phrase to denote the
idea of 'active' (or 'alive' if you wish). There is a
(p) state ('passive') we think as well. The latter
(p) is created by the combined
thoughts/imaginations of many minds
visualising but a single idea. Since their minds
are entangled on this topic this creates a kind
of 'Coca-Cola sign' effect, which can be
accessed on rare occasions. This kind of Qfpac is purely 'passive' in nature and is given a
(p) notation. In this theory then the appearance
of the Virgin Mary at Medjugorge is a case of
{Qf-pac(p)/MARY} being visualised and
causing a stir. The apparition is not the original
Mary however, but a kind of 'imagined image'
as created over 1,800 years or so of prayers
and dreams.
If the Virgin Mary can be seen on occasion,
'she' must be 'there all the time' somehow, but

we cannot 'see her'. Why should this be so for
most of us, and why some persons (mediums),
can 'access' FIELD-based information needs to
be looked at now, and explained somehow if
possible. This lies at the root of what we call
'paranormal abilities' and the gifts of mediums,
and why some of the latter at least are quite
genuine. To show why this state of affairs might
come to exist we must go back into the ancient
evolutionary past, and the first steps involved in
the development of the modern human mind.
Embryology studies show our brains to be
formed in very definite steps and a series of
layers, one piled on top of the other. The 'lowest'
and first to develop is our 'fish/reptile' levels
(archaeopallium). These are responsible for
running aspects like breathing, heart rates,
digestion and so forth. The basic routines of
existence are entirely subconscious and these
circuits cannot 'think' in any fashion, although
some basic drives such as thirst, hunger,
satiation, rage and lust are at this level. I call this
'Slaveman' (SM). Situated above this level are
the mammalian structures, or what I call the
'monkey mind' (palaeopallium). Curiosity, envy,
love, and greed now appear on the scene. This
level I have called 'Little Fella' or LF in short. Last
on the scene is the neocortex, which contains
our abilities for language and to see and plan for
the future. This 'what if planning circuit has
been identified by fMRI scanning and called the
Default Mode Network (DMN). This highest level
I have called 'Big Fella' or BF.
It is suggested that all life from the cellular
level and above is in contact with the FIELD-held
information. This process is, in fact, what
science recognises as quantum computation,
and recent evidence from birds' retinas, the
sense of smell, photoreaction processes in
some algae, bees' abilities to solve the 'travelling
salesman problem' (it's very hard) all combine to
suggest there are quantum based processes
indeed at work in nature all the time. Creatures
like birds access their {If-pac/BIRD} all the time,
and we recognise this process as instinct.
Science is good at describing various instinctive
habits in action in creatures, but extremely
deficient as to how one gets to these complex
activities being 'pre-wired' into brains from DNA.
Whilst weaver birds and sparrows have very
similarly designed nervous systems, their innate
instincts could not be more different. It is
much easier conceptually to explain instinct
along the lines of brains being more like readybuilt and pre-tuned 'radio sets' to pick up
already stored {Ifpac(a)/BIRD} programs than try
to look for it in the wiring. You can take your
radio to pieces, but you will not find Classic FM.
Why do humans seem to find this 'tuning in' so
much harder?
The answer would appear to lie in the
evolutionary pressures placed upon our remote
ancestors when it comes to hunting. Homo sap
does not possess fangs or claws, or great size
or strength, or speed, although endurance is
quite reasonable in the fit. All these natural

weapons have been supplanted by artificial
substitutes like the spear, and the bow, and the
dagger. Tribesmen have to hunt in groups, and
often pre-plan their excursions, which in the
case of some animals such as mammoths could
be very dangerous. Using language, together
with this 'what if' DMN brain circuitry would
conjure up in a simpler monkey/ape mind
images of charging predators. In these simpler
minds, such mental images are treated as 'real',
and instinctive 'pop-up' hard wired selfpreservation programs lead to such creatures all
heading for safety.
In order to function at all as a working
system, therefore, the rational language based
newer brain levels have to be 'shut off' from the
earlier LF based monkey mind ones. This has
had two consequences. It has created the
whole phenomenon of the 'active
subconscious', with its ready made feeding
ground for modern shrinks, and it has also cut
our minds off from easy FIELD access (except
for a few). In the 1960s there was a vogue for
cutting the connections of the cerebral
hemispheres (comissurotomy) as a treatment for
severe epilepsy (no good drugs in those days,
but the surgeons could do it).
Subsequent studies showed that the
conscious 'YOU' was still quite intact, but was
situated in the L sided hemisphere. This aspect
that I have called Big Fella (BF), is what you as a
reader regard as 'yourself'. The LF 'person' was
still present in these subjects post-op, but now
totally locked into the R side, and quite
unconscious to the patient. LF could still make
itself heard however, but only via the mid-brain
(still intact) and emotionally. Indeed on occasion
these patients responses began to be
reminiscent of non-surgical patients who had
emotional/personality disorder.
All this shows how the system actually
works for human minds in basic terms. Our
logical conscious minds are 'separate', to a
larger extent, from our LF/SM nerve circuits.
These older circuits, especially the SM levels are
the ones that 'grew up' evolutionarily speaking
with the FIELD. Any FIELD based download is
firstly received via LF/SM, and subsequently,
except for a few people with the gift, is 'blocked
off' from our conscious BF circuits where the
conscious 'YOU' is placed, for most people. The
odd dream might get through though, and
subconscious 'gut feelings' often turn out to be
eerily prescient, though you can't exactly explain
why. The genuine medium's gift though is the
ability to access their own LF/SM circuits and
then thereby 'listen in' to the FIELD. This
explanation has some very counterintuitive
implications however.
The first point to grasp is that this BF<-->LF/SM balance is not a fixed thing as such. It
changes throughout life and it has changed
over historical time scales. An infant is pure SM
in action. All orifices in action, bawling and
cooing. It has a very basic emotional repertoire.
From around 9/12 it starts to change and up to

4 years old, the LF 'monkey mind' is in charge.
An unregulated pre-school infant class can be
remarkably similar in many ways to the zoo
enclosures. Slowly from around 4-5 years on the
BF levels start to develop well, and these early
years are 'closed off' to our memories. This can
be shown by how one loses all recollection from
these early times. BF develops at least to the
end of adolescence, and often well into later life
in the modern world.
The degree of BF development is very
different in individuals, and varies from a very
strong BF of a university professor perhaps, to
the Bf of an uneducated person. Primitive
tribesmen or our remote ancestors can be
expressed by bf notation with the lower case
letters indicating the degrees of strength and
'domination' of this aspect in our BF<--->LF/SM
expressions. We could write down an early
Stone Age ancestor as bf<<---LF/SM to indicate
an individual who will allow his emotional
feelings to dominate far more easily than is the
case nowadays. You would have needed to be
very careful how you handled him, or it would
be a case of a faceful of fives. However this
bf<<---LF notation also indicates that the
'primitive' man's mind could access FIELD
information far more easily than can our
'sophisticated' BF<--->LF balanced mind. What
this theory implies, therefore, is that what we
tend to call a 'primitive' person may in fact, in
certain ways, have superior capabilities to the
modern westernised mind, and that what we
call superstition may not be as clear cut as we
tend to think. Let's look at this a bit more.
Trance states induced by repetitive dance
routines have an ancient history and have been
shown on wall paintings in caves from 40,000
yrs BCE. If you look at the shaman in his 'deer's
head' hat what is he trying to do? He is trying to
bring a successful outcome to the projected
hunt, and our modern palaeontologist simply
explains it all as simple minds trying to perform
'magic'. OK it is all interesting enough in its own
way since we can see how they thought, but
that is as far as it goes. It is worthwhile in this
context to try to look at what a trance-dance
actually does in neurological terms. It uses a
recognised phenomenon called 'entrainment' to
effectively boost the lower LF/SM circuits.
In other words to go from a bf<---LF state to
another which can be written as (bf)<<<LF/SM,
whereby the logical 'blocking off' aspect of the
mind is closed down completely. In this theory
FIELD access now becomes much easier. That
shaman on the wall was wearing the deerskin
and he could smell the deer (olfaction is an old
sense that is wired straight into SM). He danced
to his trance, and he tried to actually 'become' a
deer. In this state he could access the {Qfpac/DEER} directly and see what the deer are
seeing. When he finally emerges he announces
that the herd can be found on a river bend and
off the hunting parties go. Early African
explorers have many tales of these kinds of
abilities that astonished them.

Aboriginal tribal hunting parties still perform
combined corroborees of all the hunters before
setting off the next day. Why? Well they are
accessing their own ipacs and setting up an
entangled {ipac/HUNT} field-in-common. The
purpose of this is to enable the whole group to
function silently, and to 'know' what the others
are up to when hidden out of sight. Indeed
lionesses when hunting as a group seem to be
peculiarly prescient just when the whole trap is
ready and 'set' even when completely out of
sight of each other. It is all done, of course, at a
'gut' level, and not linguistically at all.
Early Bronze Age man was far more of the
bf<---LF/SM mode than is modern man. In this
state things like 'naiads' and 'nymphs' may
indeed have been actually seen, as ipacs of
other life-forms. The idea of a 'satyr' or a 'faun'
together with the god 'Pan' of the forests were
commonplace in those days. They have lived on
as 'Puck' and 'Robin Goodfellow' into our own
mediaeval historical times. All imagination? Well
have a look at the picture printed opposite.
It was taken in my back garden (there is

also one of the same site in daylight), and
compare it with the added image of a 16th
Century woodcut.
It is all there, including the 'horn' which the
photograph carries in its left hand. The
Australian aboriginal culture has its legend of
the great 'Dreamtime'. This whole way of looking
at natural events suggests that they are probably
spot on (it is the VR / FIELD existence cycle they

recall), and that they can access stored ipac
based information much more easily than the
rest of us. As they modernise and adapt more
intellectually based ways, so it is to be predicted
they too will lose contact.
There seems to be 2 other ways in which
the BF<>LF balance can be tilted away from BF
to access the FIELD. One is known by the
general term of Yoga, and the other is hypnosis.
Yoga diminishes BF dominance by an act of
will. A true adept can then directly control SM
and do things like lower blood pressure, or alter
their heart rates. There is a puzzle here, since if
BF is being shut down (and fMRI scans confirm
this), and this is where the conscious 'YOU' is
sited, then the will-directed order to 'shut down'
should also itself shut down, a kind of fail-safe
effect. It obviously does not, so it would appear
that the 'order' and hence the 'will' is sited
elsewhere in the brain. This is almost certainly in
a structure called the Putamen, which is known
to control the 'spotlight of attention' in the brain.
In Yoga the spotlight is kept very firmly upon
LF/SM, and it would seem that it is this
mechanism that is controlling things. In
evolutionary terms though the Putamen is at SM
levels, and these levels cannot 'think' as we
recognise the term. So how does it do it? One
possible explanation is that it is at this very deep
level that ipacs actually interact, and 'play out
their lives' during the incarnation periods. It is in
this 'endless choice' of 'where to shine the
spotlight' that the ipac 'soul' as we can call it
operates. It can respond to a difficult situation
by shining its spotlight onto the BF regions
when calmly discussing that meeting of your
partner after hours with the PA, or it can choose
to shine on LF and throw dinner plates. Yogis
can access the FIELD but only report secondhand visually upon what they have seen.
Hypnosis is interesting since it enables a
third party to interrogate and ask questions in
real time, and thereby gain added information
perhaps. Serious science (fMRI) has shown
hypnosis to be a real brain state, with the DMN
structures quiescent and a right hemispheric
dominance. It can be enhanced or facilitated by
the use of transcutaneous magnetic field
stimulation paddles (TMS) on the left cortex,
FIELD
which thereby inhibits that side. In our

parlance, this is a way of shutting down BF by
machine in effect, and allowing the R brain's LF
full sway. Of great interest also has been the
scientifically induced phenomenon of
synaesthesia under hypnosis.
Some people hear musical notes as colours
- middle C is 'blue', or taste something as
'green'. This has hitherto thought to be a kind of
'hardwired' inherited capability, but it seems not.
It is caused by specific inhibition of certain
pathways, and these can be disinhibited to
order by LF under hypnosis. This is a graphic
example of both the power of hypnosis as a
technique, and also how our subconscious LF
minds can exert a lot of power on an immediate
basis. It is in LF that the phenomenon that we
call 'belief' is sited. Hypnotise and order a
subject to do some act and they will 'believe'
you on the spot. It is the child's LF mind that
soaks up Father Christmas (give me the child
and I will give you the man). It is also LF that can
'talk to the FIELD'. The scientists take the saying
'Seeing is Believing' as a basic tenet. The
religious claim 'Only believe and then you will
see'. This way at looking at how it all actually
works supports the white collar view far more
than the pure scientific/modern viewpoint would
like to admit. In short Belief => LF mind circuits
=> FIELD information access.
Does this matter to those who study the
paranormal? Well Michael Newton has a series
of books detailing his findings about the
'afterlife' from past-life hypnotic techniques,
and very interesting they are too. All this
suggests that these findings, or 'reports', really
may - in fact - all be perfectly correct in broad
outline at least. It is also time to look at our own
current evidence.
Tina has taken some 5,700 (and rising)
'steam pictures'. All right, one may say so what?
Well firstly, she has long been known to possess
mediumistic capabilities in EVP, and the reader
should now understand what that means in
more neurological terms. But why take images
in steam? In order to show why this may be a
very good idea in fact, we need to look at the
physico-chemical properties of water in a simple
way, and things may become a bit clearer.
We are all nowadays familiar with the basic
H2O molecular structure of water. However, in
liquid form it is rather more complex than that.
In fact, water molecules perform a kind of very
complex group-dance with each other, with the
electrons being 'juggled' between individual
molecules. Overall the balance is 2H+ atoms
and 1 O'' one, but at any given fraction of an
instant it may be that a particular molecule has
1 or 2 extra electrons or is lacking the same. In
short, they are ionised at these instants, with
the shared electrons in a kind of 'cloud' in
between the individual molecules. In this way
the whole complex situation can viewed as
being very much more flexible, than - let us say
- a solid iron bar.
The way that any kind of information can be
created in water, therefore, is to get these

wandering electrons to 'freeze' or decohere.
This instruction, in effect, creates a 'pass the
parcel' situation whereby water molecules are
left bereft of their normal complement of
electrons (albeit for a very short time) and in an
ionised state. If a photon from the flash of a
digital camera should then hit a molecule in this
state then the phenomenon of fluorescence will
occur. This process is, in effect, what works
those fluorescent light tubes in the office. It is
this process that physically causes the images
to actually form in Tina's steam based para-pics,
but the 'orders' that are given, or the information
content that one sees are all FIELD mediated
mechanisms. The latent heat of condensation of
the steam into the liquid vapour phase provides
a ready-made source of energy to drive the
whole process.
Now that there is a more complete
understanding of what is happening, let us look
at what these images seem to have for us. It is
important to realise that they can be very
difficult to read, and that we have no monopoly
of wisdom in this regard. Like an X-ray or a
Kandinsky/Picasso painting, the images are
superimposed. The cloud is a 3-D structure, but
these images are in 2-D, though with suitable
equipment comprising multiple cameras and a
synchronised flash, and computer based photocombination, one might be able to tease out
some of the obscurities, but we have no access
to such kit. The vapour is, of course, a highly
mobile medium, and this fact alone seems to
cause a degree of distortion to some images;
this effect we call 'munching' after the painting
style of the Norwegian artist Edvard Munch
(The Scream). This article will simply outline
what can be seen in these images, by the
practiced eye at any rate, without much detail
as to what is all behind them. In fact, for the
majority we are unable to say with any degree
of confidence, but even so, some patterns are
beginning to emerge.
As a first step, we present some evidence
for artefactual non-random information content.
These pictures have been chosen because they
show well what are entirely artificial objects, and
preclude the effects of pareidolia or
rorschaching as we like to call the
phenomenon. It is all too easy to see 'faces in a

cloud', which is what this process of the human
imagination is. If these images are, in fact,
showing what they appear to show, then this will
indicate that mediums can be genuine. All this
kind of information can be accepted in visual
terms rather than having to accept an
intermediary's own word for it all, which has
hitherto been a potent source of conflict.
Everyone can see the 'central apple', that is
being held out by 2 arms. What is important is
to note the colours in all these pictures, which
are very vivid.
The brown colours can be clearly seen in

differing shades showing fragments of what
appear to be pieces of furniture. The darker flat
wooden top seems to be part of a table or
similar, with good rectangular outlines. A very
good example, we think, of non-random
information processes being present. There is a
crib in order to help the reader see these
aspects. Also note that, not only are the colours
of the 'correct' tone to portray wood, but the
various brown shades are not to be found in the
'rainbow' spectrum. They cannot have been
simply caused by reflection or refraction of light
through water droplets.
THEY CANNOT HAVE BEEN

SIMPLY CAUSED BY REFLECTION
OR REFRACTION OF LIGHT
THROUGH WATER DROPLETS
Here are some faces that we can possibly

put a name to.
downloads are therefore telepathic in derivation.

The next 2 images are identical, but 1 has been
vertically rotated from its original horizontal
position since it makes instant recognition much
easier. We think that it is an Epitaphios
threnos, which is a name given to images in
cloth or art showing Christ's laying in the tomb.
Pictures that we think show telepathic

processes at work.
This image we think is that of Kapitan Werner
Hartenstein, who commanded U-156 in WWII.
There was a docudrama about the sinking of the
RMS Laconia in the South Atlantic on BBC earlier
this year, and this image was then downloaded.
The main figure has the 'white cap cover' and
binoculars of the U-boat captain, and there is an
outline of an oarsman in the background in one of
the lifeboats. We initially thought that this was a
'mass telepathic' download, but he was to correct
us on that misapprehension a few days later,
which you will see later in the article.
This is the same image, but with outlines to
help you.
Earlier this year there were widespread

reports in the media, and on the net, of the
decision of a German-based insurance
company's decision to reward a very successful
year's results by their staff by treating them to a
party in a brothel. Several images similar to the
above were downloaded over the same period.
Note the way the nude figure(s) have been
coloured in a natural 'pink'.
We have images that indicate or suggest

a 'conversation with the dead', and thereby
their survival.
This next image we think is Leonardo da

Vinci. Compare it with the portrait.
Very frequently there are downloads of

religious content. These we think are almost
certainly a consequence of intense meditation
processes taking place in some religious centre
(unknown as a rule), and it does not necessarily
represent the 'real thing' as such at all. These
At the time that the original para-pic of

Kapitan Werner Hartenstein was downloaded a
lot of discussion went on as from where this
information came. Since there was a
widespread TV dissemination by TV of the
whole 'Laconia incident', we were a little puzzled
by the rather different facial appearance of the
FIELD
para-pic to the TV actor playing him who we

thought 'ought' to be what a telepathic sending
would create. Then the above image was
downloaded, which was instantly recognised as
the 'Kapitan' again. This time he is pointing to
himself as if to say, "Wise up you guys, this is all
down to me. I sent it".
We have a series of images that seem to

show the processes that occur after decease
through to their conclusion. It seems to agree
with both the ancient Egyptian 'ka' religious
concepts (and Buddhist), and Michael
Newton's past-life hypnotic regression reports.
We have a lot of these images, and it is only
possible to include a few from a complete
'sequence', but we can give the idea. What
seems to happen is that the newly deceased
'hangs around', first of all watching the funeral
processes. This we got from both Elizabeth
Taylor and Seve Ballesteros's funerals, which
were downloaded.
Then there were some downloads that

seem to show her in front of 'The Light'. These
started to come through after a silent lapse of
some 6 weeks or so.
There was also a download that appears to

have come directly from the late HM the Queen
Mother. This one appeared at the same time as
the recent wedding of the Duke and Duchess
of Cambridge. There is a contemporary
portrait of Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon at the time of
her own wedding to the then Duke of York in
the 1920s. She seems to be 'looking in' and
watching it all, and saying, "This is how I looked
when I got married".
This first rather faint image shows the

deceased individual lying in the coffin/bed as if
looking down from above. The next para-pic
shows the same pattern with the dead body
lying below and the Qf-pac/Taylor looking at it.
The last image we have downloaded is this
one very recently. She looks perfectly happy
and is as pretty as she ever was. This is the full
{If-pac(a)}/TAYLOR state, or what is more
familiarly called her soul.
We then obtained a lot of very 'skeletal' and

decaying remains images which were entirely
compatible with the ancient religious concepts
in Egypt about the 'ka'. This really does seem to
happen, and we have had a lot of similar
downloads in this vein. The next para-pic is
extraordinary. It seems to show a skeleton sitting
up with its heart and aorta outlined in red. It is a
communication in effect to say "My heart broke"
(she died of heart failure), a very clear message
to our eyes, and it shows that she is
nevertheless still very much 'alive', but still
bound to the grave it would seem.
There are some images that may possibly

indicate messages from another intelligent
species other than our own. While these may be
doubtless contentious, these images may
indicate that the FIELD can be used by any
intelligent species and that the action at a
distance principle will allow communication
across vast distances instantaneously. If this
should prove to be the case in practice then it
may offer an explanation for the 'Where are they

all?' conundrum when it comes to the search for
extraterrestrial species (SETI). The answer may,
in fact, be that they are all around us, or at least
those that can use the FIELD, but we need
these kinds of techniques to be able to visualise
and communicate with them.
This image was downloaded by Tina, and

the main content was immediately recognised
to contain a very distinct, but quite 'alien' figure
in a semi-profile. If you need to, you can refer to
the 'cribs' provided which outline the main
features of him. 'He' was instantly christened as
'Spock', needless to say owing to the similarities
to the famous character from the Star Trek
TV/Film series. In fact, a closer inspection will
show a 'Mrs Spock' and a possible 'Spock
Junior' in addition (use the crib to help you).
The immediate puzzle that emerges is 'Where
does this image come from?' or in other words
'Who sent it?' Tina was not 'asking' for anything
related to TV/Film events (though these
downloads are not infrequent); it just came
out of the blue. We had been debating
previously though as to whether the action at a
distance rules might allow for instantaneous
trans-stellar communications, using these
FIELD-based images.
Now we do need to look at how an alien
from the planet 'Zog' might go about sending
some kind of "Hi there! Nice to see you." kind of
message. Now the problem the alien has is very
likely to be simply that it looks like a creature
that we just do not recognise as such. We label
a lot of images that we really do not understand
as 'aliens', but then they may equally well just be
our imaginations, or whatever. It would seem
logical to suggest that a real alien intelligence
might adopt a rather different approach.
The first step would be to use an 'alias' that
we can relate to as a species. For this
approach, the 'Spock' character is ideal. It is
recognised by millions and is both comforting
for us to view psychologically (instead of
perhaps some lump of goo), but this same
'alias' is also instantly identified however as an
'alien from Vulcan'. This would instantly put any
viewer from our planet on the 'Qui Vive', which
is the purpose of the exercise.
A closer inspection of the main 'Mr Spock'
image shows significant differences to the

Leonard Nimoy character as shown on TV. He
has a much 'sharper' chin and nose, the eyes
have a blue streak running back, and the hair while dark - has a very pointed crown. His
famous 'Live long and prosper' bifid hand signal
seems to come from a very 'alien' sort of hand.
In addition there is a 'Mrs Spock and Junior' to
be identified if you try. This would be a way for
the 'messenger' to indicate 2 things by mute
signal alone. Firstly, it is indeed a kind of "Hi
there! Nice to se you and we're friendly"
message, and also a kind of "Relax - we are just
like you really, here's the wife and kid". I am not
aware that the 'Spock' Star Trek character had a
wife and children - though his older family did
appear once in a film I think.
It is this peculiar mix of the familiar - yet not
quite right - and using a story background
'personality' to use as a 'cover' that makes this
so persuasive to our minds as being evidence of
a real alien contact. Using this image-based
methodology, it would be by far and away the
best way to actually do it. 'Don't frighten the
children' may be a rather more widespread
motto than we think. If this analysis is correct
then the implications are profound. It may be the
case, in fact, that the SETI-style search looking
for extraterrestrial intelligence is failing because
interstellar communications do not have to use
waves on the electromagnetic spectrum, with
their associated speed limitations. Perhaps it
can be done by using the omnipresent and
universal background information FIELD.
As a finale there has been included a

picture that we think solves a historical mystery.
It has been titled as 'Joshua Slocum' who was a
famous single-handed navigator of the 19th
Century, and who mysteriously vanished after
setting out on what proved to be his last voyage.
The para-pic shows a 'drowned sailor' in a blue
jacket in the centre, the sunken boat, a broken
mast, and - most telling - the upper parts of a
whale in the lower left . We think he died as a
consequence of a whale strike.
What these pictures seem to be telling us is

quite revolutionary if one is prepared to take it all
at face value - and many people simply won't.
However, these para-pics do seem to contain
real information. Not only from the straight lines,
colours and so forth, but from the way that
some seem to be in the nature of a
'conversation'. The fact that the images can be
downloaded into steam vapour clouds alone
shows evidence of 'mind over matter' effects,
whatever the contents might happen to be. The
FIELD seems to be the 'Net of Nets'.
We seem to be able to access the past, the
present and occasionally the future (not shown
here), albeit by a very short time frame. It is, in
fact, very simple to do - the reader can try. It is
likely though that good results will only come
from those who possess the 'correct' BF<>LF
balance of their minds, and that a lot of practice
will be needed. Tina's pictures were very
indifferent at first, but after some 9 months of
unrelenting practice, the results have improved
dramatically. Patience is the name of the game.
Hugh Fairman has a new book entitled "Ghosts
are Real" ISBN 978-0-9572385-0-3 due for
release very shortly.
READERS
EXPERIENCES
Ruby Winchester
When I was about 11 or so, I had a very
strange experience, which left me quite
shaken. Im not sure whether it was a dream or if
it happened, but I will describe it and let you
make up your own mind. I had been asleep, but
felt sure that I had woken. It was around
midnight, and it wasnt unusual for me to wake
up without realising it. I remember that I was
looking out of the window for some strange
reason. I became aware of some movement at
the front of the house that was diagonal and to
the left of my home. As I looked, two small men
(about three feet tall) with bald heads were
climbing out through a closed window at the side
of the door, almost like a cellar window, although
none of the houses in the street had a cellar.
Once out of the window they straightened
their clothes, which looked not unlike a medicaltype mans uniform, and they had a Gladstonetype medical bag. They then turned to each
other and appeared to be conversing, although
they werent actually talking - their lips werent
moving - but I just knew they were talking. Then
one shook his head and they embraced. Just as
they were about to leave they seemed to
become aware of me, and the ear of one of
them elongated and reached all the way up to
my window, at which point I hid under my
covers and eventually I must have fallen asleep.

When I woke the next morning, I thought it
may have been a dream so I didn't tell anyone
about it. I eventually forgot about the incident.
About 6 years later I bought a Stephen King
book called Insomnia in which the main
character, Ralph Roberts, witnesses a similar
scene played out at a neighbours house. In
short, it turns out these beings are kinds of
angels of death who come to help people pass
into the afterlife. Roberts christens them Clotho
and Lachesis after the Greek Moirai, with
Atropos being a loose cannon who is killing
people. I was quite perturbed by the similarities
to what I had witnessed. If anyone has any ideas
about this, I would like to hear from you.
THE SECOND EVENT

In about 1996, I lived in Dagenham in Essex in a
small, relatively new, house. We had lived there
for a few months when something very strange
happened. It was around nine thirty in the
morning and I was in the living room looking out
of the window, which looked out on the back
garden. My mum was sleeping in the living
room as she was recovering from major surgery.
I was daydreaming when, as clear as day, I
heard a voice call my name. I turned to see if my
mum had called me, but she was looking at me
nonplussed. I asked her if she spoke to me and

she told me no, but that she had also heard
someone say my name. I was quite shaken to
say the least. The voice was a bit atonal, and I
was unable to tell if it was male or female. I have
heard my name whispered quite a few times
since, and occasionally feel like I am touched or
that my clothes are tugged. Its not scary, and I
find it quite comforting.
About 18 months ago, in 2009, I had a
strange experience that Im not sure how to
explain. At about two oclock in the morning, I
found myself vaguely aware of a presence in my
room. As I looked at the bottom of my bed, I had
a clear impression of something grinning as it
pulled itself up over the footboard. I recall
thinking, Oh no you dont. Then all of a
sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a
white shape. Then I heard a crack, a bit like the
noise a wet towel makes if you flick it at
somebody. Then the thing at the end of the bed
vanished. I cant describe either of these two
entities, as it was more of an impression of
these things than an actual image. Also, during
the couple of minutes that this happened I
didnt feel frightened, just nonplussed. Im not
really a sceptic, or a blind faith believer, in the
matter of spirits, although I do have an open
mind. I just dont know of a natural explanation
for this event.
AT ABOUT TWO OCLOCK IN THE MORNING, I FOUND MYSELF VAGUELY AWARE OF A PRESENCE
IN MY ROOM. AS I LOOKED AT THE BOTTOM OF MY BED, I HAD A CLEAR IMPRESSION OF
SOMETHING GRINNING AS IT PULLED ITSELF UP OVER THE FOOTBOARD.
Readers Letters
Dear Brian
This is what we witnessed on 17th Augu
st /18th
August 2011. My friend Ash and I had been
working at the Iron Age village at The Midd
en,
Wells-Next-The-Sea, Norfolk, and as there
are
clear skies at night down there, we sorte
d out a
date to do a little sky-watching. I drove 15
miles
down from Hunstanton on the Wednesda
y
evening to meet Ash on site, and we gath
ered
some wood for our fire and sorted food and
drink
out, plus jackets as we were going to be outsi
de
until about 1.30am(ish). The winds were
light
and blowing in from the east coast to the
south
west, and the clouds were very few and
sparse.
At about 10pm we each lay back on a long
bench,
just gazing up in to the night sky - nothing
much
to see for some time, just the odd shooting
star!
We chatted for a while just small talk then we
heard a church clock strike midnight and
this
got me to refocus on what we were doing
there,
so to speak.
Shortly after this, Ash said, Theres a plane
heading south, possibly to Norwich Airport?
Yep, thats a plane, I said as we could see
the
navigation light. But what we didnt notic
e at the
time was a large, milky-white light a little
lower
than the plane coming from the North West
. This
passed just under and behind the plane so
the
cockpit crew must have seen it! It looked
to us
that they were possibly going to crash into
each
other! This was a very near miss, and shou
ld
have been reported. Well, I thought that
at least
we did get to see something so it wasnt a
waste
of time. Anyway, at about 1.15am I told Ash

that
I was going to get my things together and
go back
to the caravan, and get my head down for
the
night. Ash said to give it a few minutes for
the
fire to burn down.
I got my bits and bobs together to take back
to
the caravan and then lay back down on the
bench, and almost straightaway - high up
in the
night sky saw two faint shooting stars
in the
same spot and just for a split second they
passed,
heading west. I said to Ash, Did you see
them?
He said No, but I can see THEM! To the
east,
high up in the night sky very high there
was a
fleet of star-size craft moving west and they
filled the sky from left to right, or north
to south!
I was counting them but lost count! We kept
looking at the moon to make sure that what
we
were seeing was, in fact, on the move and
not an
illusion caused by light clouds passing. We
looked
up until 1.55am, just as the last of the fleet
was
coming over they all moved at the same
speed
and stayed in formation right across the
sky! No
sound, no vapour trail just faraway in spac
e. No
doubt, all the NASA shuttle crew were aslee
p or
cowering behind their seats because they
couldnt have missed this fleet; it filled the
whole
night sky. Did anybody else see it?
Clive Hodge
Hunstanton
Norfolk
BOOKS
TITLE:
The Truth Agenda
The Truth Agenda
AUTHOR:
Andy Thomas
PUBLISHER:
Vital Signs Publishing
PRICE:
14:75
ISBN:
978-0-9550608-1-6
REVIEWER:
Brian Allan
A popular aphorism is that no busses arrive then three

arrive together, and if that saying could be applied to a
book it would be this one, The Truth Agenda, except that
in this case they all arrive morphed together in one
spellbinding volume. This is evidently the revised and
updated version of the original, and not having read the first
version this one hit me with the force of tsunami. This is a
hefty and abundantly illustrated tome comprising some 385
pages, which include comprehensive notes, references, and
an invaluable index - indeed it has to be to cover such a
dazzling array of subjects.
Where to start? I say this because a full in-depth review
would run to many thousands of words, so it behoves this
reviewer to select what, in his opinion, is only a tiny sample of
the more pertinent items. In this book Andy Thomas, a wellknown and respected author and speaker on the
conspiracy/mysteries lecture circuit, presents his take on
how entire populations are manipulated and controlled by a
variety of means for the benefit of small cliques of individuals
whose self-serving motives are not in the interests of the rest
of humanity.
The book is in four sections, and as Thomas sets out his
stall the opening sections show how there is a powerful
ruling elite using various carefully selected techniques to
ensure blind obedience through a logical series of events
that have become almost iconic in their effect on the human
psyche. Everything is here from the ancient enigmas of the
pyramids through religion and miracles, the three secrets of
Fatima and the manufactured and distorted evidence about
UFOs, right on to the assault on freedom itself. This
continues down what steadily becomes obvious is an
inescapable blind alley leading right into the heart of the only
remaining genuine world superpower, America, and the
superstitious, fundamentalist religious agenda that lies at its
very core.
Thomas highlights such charismatic preachers as Ted
Haggard (although there are many more of a similar ilk) and
shows how he, for all his manifest faults, may have influenced
the decisions of the Bush administration. It becomes very
clear that evangelical Christianity and politics are an
extremely potent, flammable and dangerous mix. We
discover that Armageddon in one form or another, and the
unusual concept of The Rapture, is at the forefront of the
ideals of religious zealots at the highest levels of government
and that its advocates bellow their prophecies of destruction
to anyone who will listen.
Sadly, the ultimate aim of these groups is absolute
control and as this meticulously crafted book clearly shows,
there are many ways of doing this. The tools include such
tactics as a burgeoning and pointless health and safety
culture that seems to have developed in parallel with the
equally dispiriting and mind numbing policy of political
correctness. Of these two effective methods (and they are
effective because the power brokers are in thrall to them) of
thought control, it is perhaps the second that is the most

pernicious. Why? Because, encouraged by a controlled
media, it demonises anyone who dares to think outside the
arid strictures of its enforced orthodoxy. It acts almost as an
analogy for Orwells dystopian, although strangely prophetic
novel, 1984 with its thought police who altered historical
records to fit their manufactured truths. From this we learn
that information, disinformation and its control and
dissemination are absolutely vital.
Another useful method is through instilling an abiding
and paralysing fear in entire populations, and as this book
shows this does not necessarily mean fears of war either,
although it certainly helps. As Frank Herbert said in his
seminal novel Dune, Fear is the mind killer and this is a fear
that instils a gut level terror about setting foot outside ones
own door, which of course promotes the case for a
surveillance society such as we have now. The book makes it
clear that the events following such abominations as those
committed at the World Trade Centre have virtually paralysed
the world through fear. Apparently this fear can only be
assuaged by ever increasing infringements of our basic rights
and freedoms. Incidentally, the section devoted to 9-11 is one
of the clearest and most concise I have ever read on the
subject and is a prime example of how issues like this should
be exposed. There have been books like The Truth Agenda
before, but none of them possessed such an instinctively
visceral and accessible understanding of their subject as this
one, something which quickly enfolds the reader.
Andy Thomas has been very astute in how he presents
his proofs; rather than coming down heavily on one side or
the other, what he does is reveal how to apply the truth
agenda to what the authorities tell us. When we do that, and
it can be far from easy, in many cases the official truth is
shown to be nothing of the kind. He demonstrates how
seekers after the truth are frequently portrayed as deluded
and crazed in an attempt to discredit what they say and do,
but how they can nonetheless make things very
uncomfortable for those in power. He sets out the facts and
leaves it very much to the individual to see what steadily
becomes blindingly obvious.
In the closing sections, like the instinctive orator that he
is, and oddly enough it is a technique similar to those used
by instructors in the armed forces, (surely an example of why
should the devil have all the best tunes?) he sets about
showing how we can actually change the culture of negativity
into something useful and positive. Through positive thinking,
something that has been demonstrated time and again, we
can do something about it and turn it right back on those
who create it, and in the opinion of this reviewer there is no
reason why it should not work. My advice to you is this; if you
only buy one book this year let it be this one, buy it, read it,
absorb it, understand it and then get angryvery, very angry,
but channel it into something positive, for the future is still
malleable and you have the power to change it.
Reviews
Brevertons Phantasmagoria:
A Compendium of Monsters Myths and Legends
When I first looked at the cover of this remarkable book I
was instantly reminded of an old TV show called The Good
Old Days, which ran from 1953 until (amazingly) 1983, and
was presented in the style of Edwardian/ Victorian music
hall entertainment. The show was introduced by an eveningsuited, white-gloved, host-cum-compere-cum-interlocutor who
presented each act to the suitably dressed audience with a
great flourish and in a typically florid manner, saying
something like, Ladies and gentlemen, for your edification,
enjoyment and delectation may I present a truly perspicacious
prestidigitator of legerdemain and flirtatious flummery. And
whatever the act was (in that case a conjuror) duly appeared
and did their stuff.
That was my first impression of this absolute gem of a
book, and whats more it does exactly what it says on the
cover. It is a work stuffed full of facts that the reader can
browse and dip into at random and be guaranteed to
unearth some absolutely fascinating nugget of information
about one of the many and unlikely subjects it covers. It is
laid out alphabetically in eight discrete and lengthy chapters
as a dictionary of the bizarre and unexplained. In fact, some
of the subjects are so far out there that it is unlikely that
being alphabetical would be of any help since they are
probably unknown to the reader in the first place, and this is
what makes it doubly fascinating. This is a treasury of the
strange, the mystical and the anomalous, it is something that
Charles Fort himself would have both admired and desired.
In these pages are everything from Adam and Eve
TITLE:
The Forbidden
Universe
AUTHORS:
Lynn Picknett and
Clive Prince
PUBLISHER:
Constable, London
PRICE:
18:99
ISBN:
978-1-84901-409-0
through Wolves and Werewolves to the lost city of Z with

everything you can think of, and much you probably cannot,
in between. We find deathworms, mythical monsters and
mythical lands, ghosts, strange and anomalous artefacts,
fabled lost treasures, alien abductions, UFOs (yes, them
too), minotaurs, magic, boogymen, fairies, dragons and
flying carpets. There is also information about some of the
truly scary beasts that emerge from Far East legends and
there is even an entry about the genuinely enigmatic icon
and electric genius that was Nikola Tesla.
One item in particular that caught my eye was a truly
fascinating piece about honeybees. The author has
unearthed some astonishing information suggesting that
bees can actually see more than in one dimension. His
evidence that the waggle dance performed by returning
worker bees laden with pollen to give directions to their hive
mates demonstrates this. According to the author, a
mathematician called Barbara Shipman has developed a
theory about a six-dimensional mathematical concept called
a flag manifold, (no, me neither), and when these objects
are presented in two dimensions they are identical to the
patterns formed by the waggle dance. I would have bought
the book for that alone, and never mind all the amazing rest
of it.
I have no hesitation in recommending this work to
anyone who has any interest at all in the strange and the
bizarre, the forgotten and the fabulous, its all here in one
scintillating volume: go and buy it NOW!
TITLE:
Brevertons
Phantasmagoria:
A Compendium of
Monsters Myths and
Legends
AUTHOR:
Terry Breverton
PUBLISHER:
Quercus (History)
PRICE:
9:99
ISBN:
978-0-85738-337-2
The Forbidden Universe

A new book by Lynn Picknett and Clive Prince is normally
something to look forward to and The Forbidden
Universe lives up to all expectations. It can be very difficult
to make frequently obscure and esoteric subjects, something
in which both authors and researchers specialise, both
interesting and accessible and in this case once again they
manage the feat with consummate ease. What makes it even
more special is that it contains flashes of ironic wit and
humour that serve to illuminate some of the more obscure
points.
In many ways this book is a natural progression from
their previous works, both together and individually, and
works such as, The Templar Revelation, The Stargate
Conspiracy, The Masks of Christ and the truly remarkable
The Secret History of Lucifer serve as stepping stones to their
latest, and possibly best, work to date. The first section of the
book deals with the early scientists and thinkers, and how
their theories were gradually accepted as the truth, mainly
because the principles upon which their arguments and
theories were based were unarguable. The Church, seeing its
authority in all matters questioned, did not like this and
fought a furious rearguard action, but was eventually forced
to concede defeat in a prime example of fact versus faith
(and sheer blind dogma).
At its core the book casts fresh light on the occult origins
of science and encompasses such subjects as alchemy,
astronomy and mathematics, all of which were regarded with

considerable superstitious fear by the early Church fathers.
So much so that the pioneering scientific greats such as
Paracelsus, Agrippa, Galileo, Copernicus, Tycho Brahe, and
all the rest ran considerable risk of being branded as heretics
and piously murdered for daring to challenge the
overweening superstitious orthodoxy of the Catholic Church.
Other pioneers like Sir Isaac Newton and Dr John Dee,
although professing revolutionary thinking, were less likely to
face death from the church, but more from the state who
declared the practise of alchemy illegal. It did so on the
grounds that an uncontrolled source of gold would
destabilise the economynothing changes, does it?
It was no accident that all these characters, particularly
Cornelius Agrippa, Paracelsus, Isaac Newton and John Dee,
were hermeticists and primarily considered to be sorcerers
rather than scientists, and as such were viewed with
grudging admiration and trepidation in equal measure. The
fact that they also used specific aspects of sorcery (and
alchemy, which was looked upon as much the same thing) in
their work added to this impression, but they did so simply
because they believed it was effective.
The second part of the book deals with what is perhaps
the only branch of science that is closest to magick, and that
of course is quantum physics where the impossible becomes
not only possible, but often demonstrably so. However, as the
authors point out, it is not unknown for Newtonian scientists

to come out with such foolishness as, Even it was proven I
still would not believe it. The book is very refreshing in that it
never loses its sense of wonder at the possibilities offered by
the universe and all it contains. The authors also have the
chutzpah to take a healthy sideswipe at the dogmatic
atheism of such modern luminaries and self-appointed
defenders against superstition as Professor Richard
Dawkins. The rabid and instinctive rationalism of Prof
Dawkins et al is every bit as much of a religion as the views
held by the conventionally religious, and is equally as tedious.
What this book does do in spadefuls is suggest very
plausibly that the universe appears to have an inbuilt function
TITLE:
Zones of
Strangeness: an
Examination of
Paranormal and UFO
Hotspots
AUTHOR:
Peter A McCue
PUBLISHER:
Author House
PRICE:
18.95
ISBN:
978-1-4567-7842-2
to deliberately both create and support life and that it was

designed that way. What the book does not do, however, is
say who or what did it and why this should be; it tantalises
and teases, it hints and nudges, but leaves the final decision
to the reader, and rightly so. One (of the many) electrifying
propositions made is the notion that the universe created us,
and through us observing it, allow it to exist in the first place,
a truly mind blowing concept and only one of many. This is
an important book and one that deserves to be read by
anyone who has even the slightest interest in cosmology and,
yes, magick. I heartily recommend this book to any seekers
of wisdom out there, and suggest that you go out and buy it
now. You will NOT be disappointed.
Zones of Strangeness: an Examination of

Paranormal and UFO Hotspots
This book starts with the legitimate premise that some
geographical areas worldwide seem to generate more than
their fair share of occurrences that fall under the general
heading of the paranormal. In this rather hefty (more than
500 pages) book the author has, quite rightly, chosen to
include traditional supernatural manifestations alongside UFO
related events since, in many cases, there is little if any
difference. The first 100 or so pages of the superbly
referenced work are extremely useful, and are concerned with
exposition where the reader is given a potted history of what
constitutes the standard definition of hauntings, apparitions
and poltergeist events. There is an equally helpful introduction
to the phenomenon of UFOs, which involves the airship
scares, ghost rockets, Roswell and Rendlesham and
beyond. He even finds time to examine the Bigfoot legends as
well to see how they fit into the overall picture.
What the author has succeeded admirably in doing, is
culling a wide range of opinions and shades of belief in all
of these ultimately interlinked subjects and presenting them
in a logical, fair and reasoned manner. It speaks volumes for
him that he does not take the evidence at face value either,
but looks at other possibilities that may explain it. That said
it helps greatly that the author, Dr Peter McCue, is a retired
clinical psychologist with a PhD awarded for a thesis on the
nature of hypnosis. Crucially he also accepts the validity of
various phenomena ascribed to the paranormal.
From this solid academic base, he argues his case
persuasively using valid case studies drawn both from his
own researches and from those of other experts in this
always-fascinating subject. His open-minded, yet cautious,
approach is a refreshing antidote to the usual gang of
naysayers and deniers who are extremely vociferous in their
efforts to disprove and dismiss anything remotely
paranormal, and the author has a few well-chosen words for
them as well
What Dr McCue has also done is explore some
controversial areas not normally seen in books of this type,
specifically phenomena such as the Hutchison Effect
which refers to the unlikely phenomenon created by the

Canadian researcher John Hutchison, and the closely linked
findings of people like Albert Budden. Budden asserts that
exposure to electromagnetic fields can create conditions in
susceptible individuals where they, in effect, generate their
own paranormal phenomena through what Budden calls the
electro-staging hypothesis, and strongly implies that this
syndrome applies to Hutchison.
As Dr McCue points out, this may well be valid in some
circumstances, but fails to explain why some of the
phenomena on display sometimes seem to exhibit a degree
of rationality and intelligent control. In fact the author sets
out an entire range of possible causes for this most
ephemeral of subjects, including everything from telepathy
through altered states of consciousness and multiple
dimensions, to quantum physics.
The author selects some of the best-known locations
both in the UK and elsewhere where large numbers of these
events occur. Places such as Warminster, Clapham Wood,
the Pennines, Cannock Chase and Bonnybridge to the
Skinwalker Ranch in Utah, USA, and on to the Bermuda
Triangle and Puerto Rico. All these locations are long noted
for the bizarre events and sightings that have supposedly
taken place there, and McCue sets out descriptions of what
occurred in a reasonable and fair manner while offering a
few suggestions why along the way.
The book itself has been very carefully judged, and
succeeds in combining a scholarly and academic approach
with complete accessibility, and that is not an easy task.
Those with some prior knowledge of the subject can dip in
to find a useful nugget of information, while those who are
perhaps less familiar with the subject are equally well
catered for with the careful introductory groundwork
presented before each section. There is no doubt that this
book is a valuable reference work for the seasoned
researcher and an invaluable learning tool to those still
seeking a way in to this most enigmatic of subjects. I have
no hesitation in giving it a hearty seal of approval.
THE AUTHOR SELECTS SOME OF THE BEST-KNOWN LOCATIONS BOTH IN THE UK AND ELSEWHERE
WHERE LARGE NUMBERS OF THESE EVENTS OCCUR. PLACES SUCH AS WARMINSTER, CLAPHAM
WOOD, THE PENNINES, CANNOCK CHASE AND BONNYBRIDGE TO THE SKINWALKER RANCH IN
UTAH, USA, AND ON TO THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE AND PUERTO RICO.
Reviews
The Un-magickal Record of

THE GREAT BEAST 666
stage illusion and conjuring, quite clear.

It is possible, even likely, that the magical system
developed by Aleister Crowley, (Thelema or will), might even
actually work. It is after all another version of chaos magick,
which operates by using much the same method, i.e.
imposing your will on the external world to make it conform to
your wishes: and that is more or less how Crowley saw it. The
only aspect of the whole process that tends to descend into
foolishness is the
perceived desire and
need to adopt rather
outlandish modes of
dress. This is, of
course, excellent
theatre and can help
to focus the attention
of the adherents, but
in itself contributes
nothing. What is even
more interesting,
although - and
unfortunately - the compiler and the various contributors fail
to mention it, is that thoughts do indeed have power, and can
directly affect the physical world. This has now been
successfully demonstrated in quantum physics. In effect, we
can edit reality at the very tiniest level; the trick is to magnify
this to affect things at a practical size.
However, all that aside does the book work? Well yes, in
the main it does, but, and there is inevitably a but, what
these sometimes lengthy articles reveal is that although they
seem to agree on the majority of the facts about the life of the
mage, there is considerable divergence (or lack of research)
regarding some points. For example, one article gives the
impression that Crowley thought that religion was absolutely
marvellous; well he certainly had an excellent knowledge of it
through the secular schooling inflicted on him by his
Plymouth Brethren-obsessed parents, but this is absolutely
wrong. Crowley made it abundantly clear that while he
certainly had a thorough knowledge of The Bible, he also
had an equally thorough detestation of it. With hindsight it is
highly likely that it was his upbringing that directly affected his
later life, and his adoption of magick and all its trappings as
his chosen lifestyle.
There is one thing that is certain, and it is that Aleister
Crowley, although he was extremely charismatic, could be
absolutely charming and possessed a ready, if acerbic wit,
was not a nice man in any conventional sense, far from it.
One article quotes one of his associates, (it is difficult to
discern whether he actually had friends), as saying that
Crowley was, not a man one would want to know personally.
The overall impression of this work is that it was assembled
with great care from hard to get, and long out of print
magazines and is a credit to its author, Richard T. Cole, and
his perseverance in digging out all this material.
There are a few ups and down in the book, after all the
same story can only be told so many times, but where this
work really scores is that it is not a dedicated biography, and
presents a palette of impressions on the life and times of the
mage. I have no hesitation in recommending it as a
worthwhile addition to the bookshelves of both the avowed
Crowleyphile and those who are just testing the water.
THE OVERALL IMPRESSION OF

THIS WORK IS THAT IT WAS
ASSEMBLED WITH GREAT CARE
FROM HARD TO GET, AND LONG
OUT OF PRINT MAGAZINES AND
IS A CREDIT TO ITS AUTHOR
Many biographies (and one that was almost a

hagiography) have been written about the late and
notorious magician Aleister Crowley and your reviewer
has read a couple, but this is the first time I have seen a
work about the man presented in such a unique fashion.
The book is in A4 format and runs to 277 pages, and rather
than just another biography the compiler has chosen to
gather and collate a creditable number of magazine articles
about Crowley dating
from circa 1939 to the
1980s, and
reproduce them
verbatim in this
volume. The book
also contains some
very rare and obscure
photographs of both
Crowley and his
fellow travellers; some
of them were
certainly new to me.
The only deviation from this, (and when discussing
Crowley deviation can take many, very literal forms), comes at
the beginning where various people who have had a hand in
its production give their, (mostly favourable) two-pennyworth.
The verbatim style of reproduction used actually benefits
from the mainly pulp magazines that originally published the
articles, in that original adverts and cartoons have been left in
situ rather than edited out. This adds a slight feeing of
nostalgia for times past and perhaps rather more innocent
attitudes. Significantly, it also adds to the enjoyment of
turning the pages.
The book successfully shows that although he could
have faded into obscurity after his death in 1947 while living
in straitened circumstances in a Hastings boarding house, he
did not. In a prime example of delayed zeitgeist, he seems to
have caught the essence of the 1960s counterculture and
enjoyed a major resurgence, especially in the music industry.
In fact, it is also arguable that he was the inspiration and
original driving force behind the counterculture. His image
appears on the cover of the Beatles Sergeant Pepper album
and his quest for the ultimate gnosis (make no mistake about
this, like all magicians his outlook was Gnostic) was adopted
by such acolytes as Led Zeppelins Jimmy Page. Perhaps the
louche and often dissipated, sybaritic rocknroll lifestyle of
musicians would have suited the magician very well indeed. It
is no accident that the former well-known music journalist
Sandy Robertson penned the introduction to the book.
The reportage in the articles ranges from agenda driven
vilification and hatchet jobs, one by an individual who - given
his speciality - should really have known better, to half-decent
attempts at presenting the known facts about Crowley. This
second approach allows the readers to make up their own
minds, and that - in this reviewers opinion - is the only way to
approach frequently difficult areas of interest like this. The
subject of magick in general, quite apart from Crowleys
Thelemic variation on it, is fraught with superstition, disbelief,
cautious acceptance and, of course, fear and the individual
articles reflect this. Crowley invariably used the spelling
magick when referring to his techniques, mainly because he
wished to make the difference between what he did, and
TITLE:
The Un-magickal
Record of
THE GREAT
BEAST 666
AUTHOR:
Richard T Cole
PUBLISHER:
Orange Box Books
PRICE:
None stated
ISBN:
1-900962-85-3
REVIEWER:
Brian Allan
TITLE:
Crystal Clear
Crystal Clear
AUTHOR:
Richard T Cole
PUBLISHER:
Orange Box Books
PRICE:
12.99
ISBN:
1-900962-96-9
REVIEWER:
Brian Allan
Just now and again a book emerges that really does live
up to its claims and hype. Examples of this very rare breed
include Lyall Watsons Supernature, Colin Wilsons The
Occult, Graham Hancocks Supernatural and the Solomons
The Scole Experiment. At long last here is another one that
dwarfs these in the sheer magnitude and scope of what it
achieves and that is Crystal Clear by Richard T Cole. This
book demonstrates that, as it says on the cover, Everything
you think you know about the paranormal, life and the
universe just changed and it does, it really does. The sheer
chutzpah of the concept floors you: for the first time ever here
is a book, written by a long-time believer and researcher into
the paranormal as a genuine phenomenon, demonstrating
that the supposedly sensitive individuals, the term used in
the book, are either deluded or little more than self-serving
fakes and frauds.
The author draws on the comprehensive evidence
collected over seven years by one of his friends, referred to as
Dave; in the book, and compiles a genuinely jaw-dropping
account of what happened when a supposedly ancient
crystal skull was manufactured around eight years ago. This
skull was made of plastic resin, then polished and formed
with, among other things, an angle grinder, files and
sandpaper then passed off as the genuine article. Dave
placed adverts in various journals asking for the services of
psychics and other supposed sensitives to help channel
whatever entities were just waiting out there to regale us with
their knowledge and wisdom.
Over the course of the seven years more than four
thousand individuals channelled the skull, later referred to as
Skully. All of them produced breathless and amazing
accounts of what those who supposedly manufactured the
artefact wanted us to hear. The really astonishing thing is that,
despite Daves many concerns, not one of them divined that
the skull was not an ancient crystal artefact manufactured by
unknown technologies, including psychic chisels
apparently, but a modern plastic fake.
Fortunately, Dave had captured the vast majority of these
sessions on video tape and they include channellers, both
amateur and extremely well known, including other owners of
genuine crystal skulls, so there was no way out. Sadly, for
legal reasons that would have delayed the publication of the
book for years due to frantic litigation, no names are given,
and even some of those who devised the experiments have
been given pseudonyms. The reason for this was because
those who attribute marvellous powers to the skulls and
those who channel them can be extremely unforgiving and

more than a little malicious.
There is even a revealing section devoted to a very few of
the emails that went back and forth (the names have
unfortunately been redacted) from the author to some of
these psychics asking a few relevant questions. The replies,
where they even bothered to reply, are telling. The majority
contain stern warnings and imprecations from agents,
managers and lawyers threatening dire legal outcomes if
their respective clients names are released in connection
with the book. In fact, should he have so chosen, Richard T
Cole could have gone to court and won hands down.
However, the original purpose of Skully was an honest
attempt by Dave, not to disprove or deride the undoubted
talents of psychics, but born of a genuine desire to see if
anyone could unlock the energies inherent in the skull. He
hoped that this might allow him his own personal point of
communication with anything that might just be out there.
This never did occur. However the book, which is written with
a very welcome wry humour, works on many levels. What the
author succeeds in making very clear is that this book was
not just about outing fake channellers (although that will
hardly harm its sales), but that there is a new eon (for good or
ill) waiting just around the corner, and the precursors of its
birth are happening right now.
The author advises us to take a look at events in the
world right now, the simultaneous and bizarre rejection and
embrace of anything spiritual, riots and strife, the crashing
financial markets, the social and cultural implosions, all
being set up for something, an epoch defining change of
some kind. Neither is this book intended as a cheap cash
in on the rapidly approaching date of the supposed end
times allegedly foretold in the Mayan Calendar, for ultimately
this is a work of great compassion and hope. This work is a
vital tool in appreciating and understanding the world,
paranormal, spiritual and otherwise, that surrounds us and
its relevance cannot be overstated. I can only heartily
suggest that you buy this book, because I promise you
that you will be the better and more knowledgeable for it.
Highly recommended!
EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU KNOW

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Haunted Pubs, Inns & Hotels of Derbyshire

This book, which enjoys remarkably good production
values, might as well be titled Haunted Derbyshire
Volume II since it is a logical and welcome
continuation of the first book, and as such it is a
worthy and worthwhile addition. In it, the author takes a
look at the many haunted hostelries and pubs in
Derbyshire and from the number of fascinating tales in
the book there must be a fair few. Just why these kind of
establishments should achieve such a reputation for
ghosts and apparitions is hard to say. Perhaps its due to
the number of people who have visited over the years and
left some trace of their passing.
On the other hand, perhaps they have been the scene
of many tragic and traumatic events, especially in some
of the older hostelries that served a dual purpose as
mortuaries and even jails. Or might it be due to the fact
that almost all the buildings are licensed premises and
already contain spirits (in bottles) and when the two are
mixed might one kind of spirit beget the other?
The book, which is profusely illustrated, draws on
tales from many of the towns and villages in the county
alphabetically from Ashborne to Wirksworth. Many of the
ghostly accounts are taken verbatim from the eyewitness
testimony of guests, passers-by and residents, while
others are based on apocryphal tales and hearsay.
Whatever the source, there is more than enough
TITLE:
information contained in these pages to whet the

appetite of the most discerning and jaded aficionado of
the supernatural. Unrequited love, suicides, murders,
phantom animals, poltergeists, noisy phantom children,
disembodied voices and even the shade of a long-dead
Roman soldier: theyre all here.
While this book will obviously appeal to the local tourist
board and the bookshops in the local towns, equally it
should serve as a handy guide for local groups of ghost
busters seeking projects. The phantoms described here
have a good deal of provenance and indeed several have
already been evaluated by a few investigative groups, and
these investigations have unearthed some interesting
results which are included in the book.
Every county, shire, town and village throughout the
United Kingdom has its share of eerie tales that deserve
to be told, and this book serves its function very well
indeed. It is very well researched and is absolutely
invaluable to those who seek out the strange, unusual
and anomalous in Derbyshire ... and perhaps to those
who choose to visit the area seeking something just a
little different. All in all the book justifies its price tag and
I would recommend it to would-be ghost hunters in
Derbyshire, to those who enjoy a pub crawl with an edge,
and to anyone else with a taste for the unearthly, the
bizarre and the strange.
Haunted Pubs,
Inns & Hotels of
Derbyshire
AUTHOR:
Jill Armitage
PUBLISHER:
Amberley Publishing
PRICE:
12:99
ISBN:
987-1-4456-0464-0
DVDS
Dream House
TITLE:
Dream House
This film really does suck you in from the opening

sequence right through to the spectacular plot twist
about halfway through, and the suspense never really
lets up till the closing credits role. In fact the viewer tends
to wonder why they did not see it all coming from the start,
and an example of this occurs about five minutes in when the
hero Will Atenton, (played by Daniel Craig), is clearing his
desk to leave his successful job while his replacement
relocates into the office almost as he is exiting through the
door. Surely even American big business is not that
impersonal and brutal?
Initially the film seems to be a supernatural/ghost story,
but in fact is considerably more, and the expert blend of partsupernatural / part-psychological with a smidgeon of horror
thrown in is very neatly achieved by the director. It is
frustrating that, in films of this genre, to give a comprehensive
review of the many twists, turns, and final dnouement
would, through the many spoilers, utterly destroy the carefully
constructed tension and visual clues scattered throughout as
the film builds up. However suffice to say that all (and I do
mean all) is far from what it seems.
Why are the local police so indifferent to Wills concerns
about the threat posed to his apparently perfect, loving family
by a possible stalker and Peeping Tom? Why does the next
door neighbours husband glare and absolutely drip with

hatred every time he sees Will? Why does Will find the local
teenagers holding some kind of occult ritual in the
basement? Why does everyone seem so awkward and ill at
ease when he is around? Who is Peter Ward and why was his
family so brutally murdered in the house that Will and his
family currently live in? Why does.ah no, that is a question
too far.
After the stunning secret of the film, and the threat to Will
is revealed, the audience is really rooting for him and hoping
that he can redress the cause of the horror and drama
playing out in the recesses of his mind. Actually, one thing
the film does do extremely well (although perhaps
unintentionally) is underline one of the most ephemeral yet
fundamental questions of all. What defines reality and how is
it defined; is it internal or external or something else entirely?
For some reason the film did not do all that well when on
general release and I cannot for the life of me see why; too
many critics with little or no understanding or appreciation of
the paranormal perhaps? The film works well on every level
and should appeal to a wide cross-section of the public,
especially those who have an interest in the strange and
unexpected, and on that basis I can thoroughly recommend
it.
FEATURING:
Daniel Craig, Rachel
Weisz, Naomi Watts,
and Marton Csokas
DIRECTOR:
Jim Sheridan
GENRE:
Supernatural/psychol
ogical thriller
TITLE:
UFOs [sic] and the
Extraterrestrial Threat
Battlefield Earth
RUNNING
TIME:
Approx 200 minutes
PUBLISHER:
World Wide
Multi Media
PRICE:
None stated
ORDER
NUMBER:
WWMM 1003
UFOs [sic] and the Extraterrestrial Threat:

Battlefield Earth
A review DVD came though the letterbox, dropped onto the
floor, and as usual I had a quick look at the cover. WOW!
UFOs[sic] and the Extraterrestrial Threat Battlefield Earth. It
was a comprehensive 3 DVD set as well. The back cover blurb
was equally alluring with its fevered comments about enigmatic
men in black, and battles between men and aliens. According
to the blurb, governments are concealing all this from you, and
on the DVDs are accounts from world-renowned experts in the
field giving the low down. From all that, it was fair to assume
that this production just had to be something really special with
top class production values. So was it? Well no, not exactly.
The 3 DVD set is culled from the back catalogue of Edge
Media Television, who transmit on Freesat channel 200, and
consists of a number of recorded interviews hosted by such
personalities as Nick Margerrison who presents Esoteria, Ross
Hemsworth and his Now, Thats Weird, and last but not least,
Theo Chalmers with On the Edge. To be fair, some of the
interviewees are good, and the first disc has material from
Esoteria featuring the Ufologist Tony Topping. Tony presents the
viewer with anecdotal evidence that black helicopters have
hounded him for conducting his research into the subject, and
he does actually present some video film showing one of the
helicopters.
Much more interesting, though, are his observations on the
matter, and he is quite open in stating that the UFO
phenomenon contains more than a hint of the paranormal, and
as far as this reviewer is concerned he is correct. This segment
also contains an interview with a guy, Dennis Richards, who is
certain that ETs removed cancers from his chest. To
substantiate this, he presents evidence showing that he did
appear to have a cancer that has since vanished.
He explains that while in some kind of coma/trance in
hospital receiving chemotherapy, he saw tiny ETs park an
equally tiny flying saucer on his chest, then climb down a ladder
and remove parts of the cancer from his chest, taking it into the
vehicle. What he does know for sure, however, is that the
cancers have gone and he has the documentation from the

hospital to prove it. A miracle? Well yes, it is, but it would need
much more than an interview on TV to prove it, because in any
other context this would indeed be a miracle, and the ETs
would be angels. The disc also includes the UK editor of Nexus
magazine, who presents his take on the 1969 moon landings,
and his contention that they are faked for reasons that
encompassed both American national vanity and political
imperatives.
Disc two contains more UFO related material from Ross
Hemsworth and concentrates on a classic UFO sighting made
by airline pilot Roy Bowyer while flying to the Channel Islands
off the south coast of England. This show also contains input
from the ever-reliable Nick Pope, an interesting observation
from Alan Foster that UFOs might even be sentient, and more
input from Larry Warren about the long-running and iconic
incident at Rendlesham Forest. The only jarring note here is the
apparently pointless inclusion of, and edition of, Theo Chalmers
and On the Edge, which is an expos of the UK National
Health Service by Simon Stone and Angela Sherman. Very
interesting no doubt, but completely out of place here.
The third disc is for me the real golden nugget here, and is
almost worth the price of the three disc set on its own. It
features a lengthy interview with Richard D Hall who also
presents a show on the channel RichPlanet.net. This has
segments from Timothy Good and Gary Heseltine, who both
present their individual takes on the UFO phenomenon.
Richard D Hall presenting his 30 secrets of the spiritual
dimension to Ufology is the section of the third disc that stands
out most for me. This is genuinely thought-provoking and
covered many of my own views on the subject.
The one thing that this reviewer did find off-putting is that
the shows are presented as is, with all the glitches and hitches
left in, and these should - and could - perhaps have been edited
out. However, the collection overall is worth viewing and there is
something in it for most viewers.
Waterborne
First and foremost this is not a horror film; it is a low(ish)
budget, but very well executed, apocalyptic thriller
about the social and ethical effects of bioterrorism on a
community living in and around Los Angeles. The cast
consists of jobbing actors who have appeared in other
bigger budget films and none of them fail to deliver. The
only one tiny issue I did have was the casting of
Christopher Masterson, who appeared in one of
consistently funniest TV shows ever to come out of the
USA, Malcolm in the Middle. This did tend to add a slight

frisson of typecasting to his central dramatic role, but after
a short while even this disappeared.
The story concerns the dosing of the water supply in an
area of Los Angeles with a deadly toxin and at first it is not
clear if this was done by an outside terror group like Al
Qaeda or some other group. The effects of the
contamination are seen through the eyes of three groups,
two members of a small National Guard unit sent to
THERE IS AN INTERESTING DICHOTOMY HERE BECAUSE THE SON OF THE FAMILY, ALTHOUGH
ADOPTING THE SIKH DRESS CODE, IS CLEARLY AN AMERICAN AND HAS AN AMERICAN
GIRLFRIEND WHILE HIS PARENTS CLING TO THEIR TRADITIONS. THERE IS ONE PARTICULARLY
EFFECTIVE SEQUENCE CONSISTING OF CUT SHOTS OF A SIKH RELIGIOUS CEREMONY INTERLACED
WITH SCENES OF UNREMITTING AND INCREASING VIOLENCE.
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safeguard water supplies from looters, two twenty

something, slacker, trippy college students caught up in the
events, and a family of Sikh shopkeepers who start
rationing their bottled water and treble the prices.
At first each group seems detached and quite separate,
but as the film progresses it becomes clear that at some
point they will meet up. The film shows the steadily mounting
panic and paranoia among the citizen as water supplies start
to run low, and how the veneer of civilisation breaks down
when naked survival is at stake. There is a scene where two
men are caught trying to take water from a reservoir that
makes the point admirably. The decision of the shopkeepers
to rack up the price of bottle water has predictable effects on
the Sikh family when obvious (and predictable) racism rears
TITLE:
The Unexplained
Explained:
Ghosts and
Paranormal Activity
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NUMBER:
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PRICE:
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its head as the local rednecks are refused supplies.

There is an interesting dichotomy here because the son
of the family, although adopting the Sikh dress code, is
clearly an American and has an American girlfriend while
his parents cling to their traditions. There is one particularly
effective sequence consisting of cut shots of a Sikh
religious ceremony interlaced with scenes of unremitting
and increasing violence.
The climax to the film takes place in the family store
when all the characters finally converge in a shootout
when the more loopy and spaced out of the two slackers
pulls a pistol and demands water. All in all the film,
although hardly groundbreaking, works on several levels
and is well worth watching
The Unexplained Explained:

Ghosts and Paranormal Activity
Based on the remarkable outcome of this unsettling and
fascinating documentary film it would be better titled
The Unexplained Demonstrated rather than The
Unexplained Explained, because this is precisely what
happens, but more of that later. This latest release from
World Wide Multi Media and WienerWorld is produced and
presented by a researcher, the initially sceptical Paul Wookey,
who takes us to Salterforth in the north of England to visit the
abundantly haunted hostelry, The Anchor Inn. This
picturesque area of England is also in the vicinity of Pendle, a
pretty town and the scene of the notorious Pendle Witch
Trials.
So, The Anchor Inn is a suitable setting for an
investigation into supernatural goings on. The psychically
gifted Diane Howe, who - if the documentary is to be believed
- has some genuinely remarkable talents, joins Paul in his
quest. It is always difficult when reviewing documentaries like
these to judge just how many spoilers to use, because to
give too much away would completely ruin the many
surprises, and ... yes ... terrors, contained in this programme.
However, there are so many that a few revelations will do no
harm. I should emphasise that Paul at no time gives any
information to the medium.
The present pub dates back to 1655, when the original
building was called The Travellers Rest, a packhorse inn
serving the needs of traders passing by. However, in its
present incarnation it has been in use since the 1830s when
the ongoing construction of the Leeds/Liverpool canal
caused flooding in the original building, so the new pub was
built atop the old. In fact the results of the flooding can still
been seen in the original cellars.
On arrival, Paul meets with another sensitive lady who
takes him into the cellars explaining that a young boy of 14
called Joe apparently hanged himself there. She also tells
him that there is more than one set of phenomena occurring.
In addition, there is an interview with the present licensee in
the cellars of the current pub who recounts other events
which seem to be of the poltergeist variety. He also shows
Paul through the original cellars, one of which includes a
quite remarkable display of stalactites and a few stunted
stalagmites caused by the accretion of minerals deposited by
the continual seepage of rainwater.
At this point Paul is joined by the medium, Diane Howe,
who quickly tunes in and does a walkabout in the cellars,
one of two such walks. In the first walk, she reveals that a
great tragedy occurred here, but does not elaborate. It is
during the second visit that she decides that there was a
violent death here. She tunes into the boy and senses that he
did not deliberately kill himself, but accidentally fell through
the trapdoor in the floor above and died from his injuries. At
this point however events start to take a more sinister turn
after she correctly identifies the original owner of the building
by his full name; this is corroborated, an impressive feat
indeed. We also get the first inkling that the great tragedy
might have several additional layers to it.
I could go on detailing a list of the many events, but Ill
fast forward to the astonishing sance conducted at the finale
of the documentary when those present, Paul Wookey, Diane
Howe and two others sit round a table using the traditional
(and extremely risky) Ouija-like method of communication
comprising a small tumbler and the words Yes and No.
What occurs is impressive to say the least when the original
owner starts to communicate and gets angry - very angry and the EMF meter responds accordingly. We discover the
additional and unsavoury dimension of sex, revenge and
violence, and the murder of a 14-year-old girl. The medium
manages to move the spirit of the murdered girl to a better
place, a place of peace and sanctuary and Paul Wookey
justifiably concludes that he is less sceptical than before.
Well, what to make of it. This reviewer assumes (indeed
must assume) that what is seen is genuine and
unrehearsed, because anything else would render the
production worthless and show the revelations as a shallow
and mean con. What is revealed, therefore, is truly
astonishing and not a little scary; the sance and what
transpires is harrowing stuff indeed. Buy this DVD and watch
it carefully, because this is exactly how investigations into the
paranormal frequently work and it is a prime example of the
kind of phenomena seen during investigations of this kind
highly recommended!
ON ARRIVAL, PAUL MEETS WITH

ANOTHER SENSITIVE LADY WHO TAKES
HIM INTO THE CELLARS EXPLAINING
THAT A YOUNG BOY OF 14 CALLED JOE
APPARENTLY HANGED HIMSELF THERE.
Coming
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Well, thats our first edition of the magazine in its new
digital format and I hope you enjoyed it. The next issue
will include such astonishing articles as Islands of the
Dead by Kevan Manwaring telling of the mythical islands
where the souls of ancient heroes slumber. In Fiends
Reunited, Terry Stokes presents some valuable advice on
what can go wrong during exorcisms and Andrew Hind
tells a truly bizarre tale of what might have been a nuclear
explosion in 1944 at the Port Chicago ammunition dump
in California USA. New contributor Rebecca Mansell
gives some timely hints on how to spot if your next door
neighbour is a vampire and Alan James tells us how
childhood abuse might possibly lead to eventual
paranormal events, while the ever reliable Steve Mera
opens his case files and tells of a truly eerie investigation
into what may have been a case of demonic possession:
trust me, it can and does still happen. All this and much,
much more plus another selection of new book and film
reviews in the next edition.
www.paranormalmagazine.co.uk

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The Black Art

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New for 2012!

KNOWING YOU, KNOWING US

MEET THE TEAM

11th Dimension Publishing

34 UFOS HERE AND

16 THE GOLDEN LION

Lionel and Patricia Fanthorpe bring

Darren Ritson returns to a haunted

Martin Higgins introduces us to a

In this rather technical piece,

Mike Mott presents a remarkable

22 THE WEIRDEST 60TH

44 THE SALE MOOR

Investigator Don Phillips reveals

Reader Ruby Winchester sends in

62 THE BLACK ART:

70 FIELD THEORY AND

INTO THE UNKNOWN

Apart from the Barbados story itself, reports of coffins

Robert Dale Owen (1801 1877) served as a United States

Lionel & Patricia Fanthorpe

Nathan Lucas, one of the witnesses to the Barbados events,

One interesting sideline on the case suggests that strange

The writer was of the opinion that the strange sounds

THE FIRST CHURCH, BUILT IN 1629, ON THE ORDERS OF THE

was ordered to be chipped away. Thomas Chases coffin was

Colonel Thomas Chase, the head of the family, was said

William Biddle, a very thoughtful and knowledgeable

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

THE COLE CURRENT

IN RECENT YEARS, AN UNHOLY TRINITY

PAINSTAKING OBSERVATIONS OF DISTANT

our capacity to detect by direct means, one observed only

If this implausible scenario was not enough to give

Image 3 views the acceleration problem from a slightly different

In this scenario, a cosmologist on Earth (A) still observes

THE SEEMINGLY INEXPLICABLE CHASM

(AB)2 + (BC)2 = (CA)2

Line AB is the erroneous distance of 4GU predicted by

ever-increasing quantities of undetectable Dark Energy, are

*To avoid a risk of losing the essential principle of this essay

PSYCHOLOGICAL, PSYCHO-SEXUAL OR PARANORMAL?

know of several of the people involved, and

dogma (the rigid set of rules that govern how

they saw his guilt and shame written all over

ask permission to discuss these topics but on

once said; The dangers in the unseen

PSYCHIC READINGS: RIGHTS

the sitter patient (or querent) accepts

THE LAW AND PSYCHIC

the theological colleges of the time.

heather, or whatever. I have sent so many

HOW TO SPOT A SCAM.

television celebrities who debunks mediums

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THE GOLDEN LION

The Golden Lion

hundred Nazi war criminals and for this he was,

visits there. He told me, I have visited the

The Golden Lion Haunting

activity was witnessed, and can be verified by a