Friday, September 19, 2014

VLOG Friday: Visits From the Dead


Visitations from the dead - 

It's a process, grieving the loss of a loved one. I don't know many people with more experience than I. I have lost my mother, father, sister, brother, cousins, aunts, uncles, friends, in-laws, you name it! 

No matter how experienced you are at grief, you still go through the stages. One of the stages is the potential visitation - that if you are lucky, you will remember or recognize. 

But, there is also a period of letting the new reality sink in and it shows up often in dreams. First, you might dream about them as if they are alive and think nothing of it. Then, you might start dreaming that they are sick or they are dying and you are worried. Then, you might begin to dream that they are dying and you know it, but they don't seem to know it and you're worried about how to handle them or tell them. Then, you might dream that they show up and you know they are supposed to be dead, so you are confused. Around this time, you have assimilated the new reality and you may or may not ever dream of them again. 

That's not good or bad, we tend to dream about things that are around us daily or we pull in characters from TV or our own pasts that represent archetypes for us, like Uncle Bob who was always an angry man will represent anger in your dream and he will show up to represent that aspect of you when you are angry. I pull up a long-term soap opera character when I am feeling take-charge and in control because she was a role model of a successful powerful woman to me when I was creating my archetypes in my psyche.

Signs of visitations can take many forms from scents to certain songs to favorite animals and feeling a sudden rush of comfort when you were very upset. You might be having a bad day and a butterfly lands on your arm. It's never happened before, but your mother adored butterflies, bought everything she could get her hands on with butterfly designs. You might be feeling lost when an obscure song comes on the radio that your father used to sing when he drove the car on family road trips when you were a kid. 

The odd thing about communications with our loved ones once they pass on is that their experience is so very different than our mortal one and their sense of time and distance, grief and separation are not present for them for the simple reason that they are completely tapped into the universal collective.  This means they are never without you - but not in the sense we know, meaning physically by our side, but in a unity that is like what a psychic experiences - an ability to be tapped into your experience without having to be there in that very spot. 

We are too linear in our thinking. Our physicality makes us think - one person, one body, one soul, one place. But that's not so. Many loved ones are seen by multiple relatives around the world at the same time. It is not an experience we can conceive because we only know this physical existence, though we get glimpses in dreams and in those moments of meditation or utter joy watching a sunset or sharing an experience with a cheering crowd. We have it in us, but the mortal experience is always the driving factor for us. If it wasn't, we wouldn't seek shelter, eat, breed, or follow nature's call. We must first answer to our reality and our reality is reliant on physical forms.

Just know that we are always connected to everyone, family, loved ones, even people who will in the future meet us and become loved by us and important to us. You are bound even before you meet and after you are physically apart.




Thursday, September 18, 2014

Abandoned Amusement Parks and Carnival Collectibles




A drone found this abandoned renaissance festival land in rural Virginia. You just never know what is out there. I personally would love to buy this place to live in and renovate and rent out the buildings to artists and make an art colony that opens up during the seasons for visitors. 





Perhaps the most infamous abandoned amusement park was the one at Priypat, closed down after the evacuation from the Chernobyl disaster. It's bad enough to have a park no longer used, but in the case of this particular park, it was due to open 4 days after the Chernobyl disaster. It was a park built, ready for happy memories, only to be dead, like the promise of tomorrow for the people of that region.



Other parks close for tragic reasons. One of the most depressing ones is perhaps the Six Flags Park at New Orleans, closed after Hurricane Katrina.


Japan has a few abandoned amusement parks. What I would give to have this clown's head!


Imagine seeing this abandoned Guilliver?


Joyland Amusement Park in Wichita, KS, is a good old-fashioned American amusement park that was open for over 50 years.


This park, Dadipark, in Belgium is quite haunting; like visiting your childhood playground when no one any longer uses it and you are a giant trying to revive the memories on the still rides -




Personally, I've always had a dream of owning some old carnival and amusement park rides and items that are rusted and nasty. In my dream world, I have my writer's office in a barn where these things surround me, or fill a garden with vines growing over them.


Want to buy a piece of an abandoned amusement park? My favorite seller on e-bay, Great American Circus Sideshows, sells carnival rides, signs, and even retired sideshow freak items in jars and such!  

Want to see an inspired movie? The Funhouse! (four teens hide in a funhouse overnight with a mutant killer afoot)




Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Happy Birthday Elvira!


Happy Birthday Cassandra Peterson! "Elvira" was born on the same month and day as I was, September 17th!

We share a few things in common... both redheads, both Scandinavian (I'm a Thorvaldsen - family took on the name Day when my father moved here as a child), we're 1 inch apart in height, both vegetarians, both love to dance, and both have a ridiculous sense of humor and love of horror, especially bad horror!




There might be a couple other things we have in common....

I must say, I've never dressed up as Cassandra's character, Elvira, but I have to say, putting on the costume, makeup and wig, I was suddenly feeling her!





I discovered, however, that, although we have a lot in common and likely our very birth day might make us similar Virgo types, there is only one ELVIRA, one Cassandra and one Sharon. 




If I had a horror goddess personality, she might be my autumnal druid - 




Happy Birthday Cassandra! Thanks for being such an icon and such a good sport about all the adoration and excitement with kindness and intelligence. You do a Virgo proud!





The Stalker Between the Worlds: Encounter



LINKS TO PRIOR INSTALLMENTS
Episode 1:  Walking Dead
Episode 2:  Dem Bones
Episode 3:  Too Close To Home 


*Warning: Photographs and information in this ongoing series might be upsetting to some readers. Discretion advised.*

This will be an ongoing series chronicling a couple years' worth of encounters with bizarre, horrific, and taunting interplay between one innocent citizen and a stalker that defies description (at least in our known world).

This was an exceptionally well-documented series of events that may at times be too graphic or horrifying for some readers, but it is our hope that by sharing this experience, someone out there might recognize a set of circumstances that are similar.

We have advice to be given to anyone encountering what I am at a lack of words to accurately describe, so henceforth refer to it as…the stalker between the worlds.




"Encounter"


It wasn't particularly active recently, so the Walker was relieved that his home seemed to be untampered with and the roadway looked pretty much as always, except the deer skull and mandible that remained at the quarry driveway as usual. If it weren't for that reminder, he might have dreamed the whole thing. 

Damn my curiosity! 

The Walker couldn't help cursing himself when he got distracted by something odd along the roadway in the grass. It was just a cup. It shouldn't have drawn his notice, but people in his area were not the types to set down a cup in the grass with liquid in it and just kick back and have a drink. It made no sense, sitting upright and filled with some kind of brown liquid, with an imprint of a butt and two feet on the muddy earth. 

He walked over, stopped short and took note of some odd things. First, the cup was upright, had fluid, but also some kind of plant matter, like a weird tea brew. Secondly, there were marks where someone had sat there with the cup between his legs, his butt left a muddy imprint and 57 inches away, his heels had dug in. 


The Walker peered into the cup. It looked like tea, had leaves and bugs and such inside as if someone left it behind and nature took over, someone whose feet were planted, so his knees were bent and yet that 57-inch distance from butt to feet with bent legs meant, well, really long legs!

Although he couldn't imagine someone carrying tea all the way out to the middle of nowhere, sitting down and sipping it, it seemed just all kinds of wrong to his way of thinking, but the Walker did not want to contemplate it. He had to get his walk done today, there were chores ahead. 

A week later, the Walker was cutting a brisk pace when in that same area, his eye caught something white. He walked over to find a styrofoam cup. It was filled with all kinds of plants, twigs and such and as he studied it, he saw that there was a hole punched into the side, as if someone had filled it with herb matter, filled it with water, and then punched the hole to drink it out like a makeshift filter. 


Not wanting to acknowledge whoever was setting up housekeeping along the country road, the Walker sped off to finish his circuit, until he came back the next day to find the cup crushed with claw marks. 

Raccoon? 




The Walker had no intentions of letting tiny disruptions bother his walk, but today he got a late start and it was getting closer to sunset by the time he made it to the "hot spot" as he had come to think of that quarry driveway in his mind, the setting of the dead boars and the skull and mandible. 

The sun was heading down and he was thankful as he neared the driveway that he wasn't going to be able to see much with the sun angled into his eyes. He wasn't going to look for the skull and mandible and other bones. He refused to hold up his pace, but as he approached the driveway, someone was standing there. 

It wasn't like anyone to just hang around the middle of nowhere. Being a polite southern man, he stopped to assess the stranger. With the sun behind him, the figure was nothing more than a dark mass from head to toe and what a height! He was a bit intimidating in size. 

The Walker stopped and some odd instinct in him told him to acknowledge the stranger, even though something about the tall dark shape was odd. The Walker held his arm in tight to his body, elbow tucked in and waved his upper arm in an arch in perhaps one of those most odd waves ever.

And then, the strange tall dark figure lifted its arm into its body, tucked the elbow in tightly and arched its arm the same odd wave perfectly replicated.

The Walker faltered, knowing something was just not at all right about the fellow. The hairs on his arms began to raise and the Walker felt the immediate threat one might feel if they realized someone they knew was really a pod person.

He picked up his pace and got himself safely away from the driveway with no sign that the tall figured wanted to follow, but still feeling as if eyes were upon him.

It was then that the Walker just pondered, what did I just encourage?


In the following days and weeks, the Walker dismissed anything that might be amiss along the roadside in the "hot spot" area where the pigs had originally shown up at. He skirted along the pavement and would not engage in any back and forth with the bones and skull that had long been an interaction tableau.

This one day, however, something bothered him as he walked past the skull and mandible and other stray bones where the baby boars had been tossed nearly two years ago. He stopped and studied the ground with a perplexed frown. For the first time since the baby boars were taken away and the skull, mandible and stray bones left behind, the were gone and nowhere around there to be found!

The Walker looked around him, pondering the stalker. Perhaps the maniac had enough and just moved on to better grounds where he could engage in some more interactions? Whatever, he was relieved beyond belief that it might have moved on.

As he walked away, though, the Walker had a prickling feeling that perhaps it was mad and retracting its offering. What happened when one angered an unknown stalker?

The very next day, the Walker would learn in the most grizzly of ways. 

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

The Urban Sasquatch Journal: Mixing It Up


Links to previous installments:
Episode 1 - 'What is Urban Sasquatch?"
Episode 2   "The Original Experiments"
Episode 3:  "The Urban Study Begins"
Episode 4:  "Signatures and Signs" 

NOTE:  Green highlighter is done on the items that were moved between visits. 



"Mixing It Up"


April 15, 2014



I arrived at the parking area at 4:48 p.m.  This time, I walked and jogged to the tires set-up location, about 3/4 of a mile from where I parked. 

I walked down the grassy area and needed to relieve myself, so I stopped at the old fire pit and did what I had to. I guessed it possible this might be taken as a "territorial marking" and I would probably find out in the near future on a visit, if anything was offended.

I then went to the set-up location, but as I passed the extended bushes and trees on the grassy area, I heard what sounded like jogging steps in the woods to my left (east). After three steps, it stopped. I was now approximately 50 feet from the trail entry at the tree line. I did not stop or look around, but continued on as if I didn't hear it. 

I had also decided that, besides my signature stick formation, I would whistle loudly before entering the set-up area, to warn. I figured that might be a regular pattern that shows they can count on me to not surprise them, but to let them know I've arrived. Whoever "them" were. I still had yet to know for sure what I was dealing with, but future experiments might help narrow the field of possibilities. 


As I approached the trail entry, immediately I saw the 2 tires that had been stacked back on the original set-up stack spot. This was to the left of the trail entry outside the tree line. The original foam rectangular piece was now within these 2 tires. The large limb and branches used to block the entry had been moved to open the entry again. The long large limb was laying in the grassy area again from the trail entry opening.



The other 2 tires and items were approximately in the same spot, just jostled around. Also noted were 3 limbs laid out from the in-area set-up on the ground, pointing to the west or grassy area. 



What did this mean?  Did it want me to leave - take my stuff and get out of the woods? Is that what it's pointing toward? 




My next order of business was to check the gifting bucket and all 3 items were still there, nothing taken. Hmm....

While moving in this small area, I made a decision to speak my name and say I was a friend, that I came in peace and held my arms and hands outstretched.  

I took the items from the bucket and held each one up to be seen. I demonstrated how to use the mini spade/pick-axe. 

Again, I rearranged the 4 tires as a new set-up. The 2 tires outside the trail entry, I changed from a stack to upright. 




The 2 tires inside the tree line in the woods, I moved to the cedar tree break, putting one tire on the break, the other under the tree pointer and added a long limb and cross branches with a bone.






On the arch limb, I put a green plastic bottle, stuck on a broken branch of the limb. I used the long limb in the grassy area to put over the 2 tires which are now on the grassy area. I then left that area.



I heard no more movement or jogging steps. I did not want to pursue the point of origin. I was trying to keep my boundaries and their boundaries well delineated so they didn't feel I was poking around their places. 

Whatever or whomever was observing me, I figured was a bit startled by my change in usual time of day to arrive.  I decided to visit the site again the next day and see if things happened earlier. I would also plan to bring a bag of open peanuts with shells, apple, orange and banana.

It was time to mix routines up and check for adaptability on their part. 


April 16, 2014


I arrived at the park approximately 3:45 p.m. I walked and jogged over to the bridge on the hike-bike trailer. With my binoculars, I scanned the tree line and grassy area to the south before I approached.  

I moved in to check out the old fire pit area and see if anything had been moved since I relieved myself there the last time. All was the same, even the old gallon jug of water sat in the same place as always.

As I passed the brush and small trees growing out of the tree line into the grassy area, heading east, to my left side, a little ways back inside the tree line, I heard a movement. This time it wasn't steps or jogging, but quick movements and then it stopped. Deer? Later, as I was at the gifting bucket, I would again hear quick movement of something in the leaves to the north of me, but then it stopped.

It had been less than 24 hours since I'd been there. I wanted to come soon after to see if responses to my set ups happened immediately. And, if this visit was any indicator, I was right!  

I discovered these things - 

1.  Three of the four tires had been moved again out to the grassy area beyond the trail entry. This included the larger rectangular foam piece next to the tires and a plastic lid. 




2.  The one tire left under the cedar tree break now had the bone inside of it.




3.  All the other items left on the gray trash can lid were still there.




I went about creating new set-ups - 

1.  I left four tires with four limbs around the gifting bucket.



2.  I left a small pile of items around the blue, round, plastic item with two sticks.  




3. I put a lid with limbs and the bone on the cedar tree break.



4.  At the trail entry, I put two limbs as a pointer.



5. I left food in a bag at the gifting bucket; orange, apple, banana, a Snickers bar.



I left the area by walking north inside the east tree line and discovered a group of old concrete drain pipes. I took a photo of this. 




I decided to return the next day to see if things happened again in the ensuing 24 hours. I would bring an open bag of peanuts and add to the food bag at the gifting bucket. 

I readily admit to myself that the location has shown some activity that is interactive, no doubt about it. I find myself looking forward to each visit, wondering how this interaction will evolve over time and what we might learn - from each other.  



April 17, 2014

I went again to the set-up area to see if activity had taken place in the past 24 hours.  I arrived at the parking area at approximately 4:45 pm and made it to the spot just after 5 pm.

When I reached the bridge to begin walking to the set-up area, two young boys were sitting and doing sketches of the grassy ditch and tree line area to the south and creek. 

I passed by them and continued to walk to the south along the east tree line. I reached the trail entry and did my observations.

Every set-up, to my eyes, had been undisturbed and all items remained in place. 

As I entered the less dense interior, I noticed some type of movement in the woods to the north. It was probably some animal, but I wasn't sure. The ground in that area was covered with dead leaves and downed limbs, branches, et cetera.  It was hard for me to move where the leaves were and not make some kind of noise. 

The four spots I had set-ups would need checking again. It put into the gifting bucket an open bag of peanuts with shells. After this, I proceeded south to the main creek and observed the surrounding area for a few minutes when I walked back to to the north. I crossed the ditch to the west and walked along the west tree line to observe what could be seen inside the tree line. I continued north to the hike-bike trail and walked back to my car.

I pondered the idea of returning in the morning with my bike and going to the right-of-way and check out the past two active spots. I also considered driving around at 2 a.m.  I made a mental note to check the park gate to see if they lock it overnight. I would also check out the soccer fields, gates and also see how the lighting was in the area. I needed to know these things if I was thinking of hiking in after dark, to sit and listen during the night. 

At this point, I wasn't sure what to make of the lack of reaction in the past 24 hours. It had moved things around on my prior visit within the last 24 hours, so it might not have been checking the site every day, but making a circuit. If something happened one time, it could be a fluke, if it happened again, it might be a pattern. 

I could make no assumptions about these interactions other than I was being as random as they were.

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