Friday, December 19, 2014

Friday Vlog: Other Dimensions and Their Relation To Us



Thursday, December 18, 2014

Yule Gifts For Pagans



























Black Christmas

(John Leech etching, "The Ghost of Christmas Present)

*This is a guest posting by writer, Jared Hill.* 

Christmas is less than a week removed from the winter solstice — the longest night of the year in the northern hemisphere —  a night when rushing winds play a snow symphony and spirits swim through the darkness. Is it any wonder that on such a frigid blackout, that people might see angels peeking out from the Milky Way? And as one year fades into the next, doesn’t it stand to reason that people might muse about spirits lost and spirits wayward?

Few Black Friday shoppers play connect the dots with Christmas and ghosts, but the truth has always lurked just underneath their noses - or rather, their ears. As Andy Williams sings in his classic tune, “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year:”

“There will be scary ghost stories and tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago.”

In ye olden times, Celtic folks often suspected that the winter solstice (December 21st for those in the northern hemisphere) was a haunted night. It was the death of the old sun and the birth of the new, the “Yule time”, an evening for ancestral specters to tie up loose ends. Take advice from William Shakespeare: "A sad tale’s best for winter.”

The tradition of Christmas ghost stories reached its crescendo in the Victorian era. In 1891, British humorist Jerome K. Jerome deadpanned, “Whenever five or six English-speaking people meet round a fire on Christmas Eve, they start telling each other ghost stories.” Historians have a host of theories as to why the English loved a spine-chilling story so: the rise of the periodical press, the psychological internalization of horror, silent servants popping out like elfin sprites, etc. Yes, the Victorian English loved themselves some roasted chestnuts, spitting wood fires and a Christmas horror story – A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, perhaps?

A novella never once out of print for the next 172 years, A Christmas Carol was published around the debut of the Christmas card. It closed the curtains on a Puritanical revolt against Christmas festivity, previously spearheaded by Oliver Cromwell. It helped rescue the holiday. Most importantly, it introduced Ebenezer Scrooge to the English literary conscience. Scrooge, that lemon-faced shark, is visited on Christmas Eve by three Christmas spirits of the past, present and future.

Dickens hoped his nostalgic description of the “present” Christmas, hosted by an anonymous Father Christmas figure, would cement the holiday for generations to come. Even Dickens’ dour critic, Theodore Martin, said the work was “calculated to work much social good.”

A Christmas Carol has been remade and replayed in film more times than the Happy Birthday song. Alastair Sims played the iconic Scrooge in the 1971 adaptation, which also showcased Jacob Marley, a shackled, bluish, translucent corpse come to warn Scrooge of his impending fate. Other adaptations have shown Marley as a pair of guffawing puppets (The Muppet Christmas Carol), the Disney character Goofy (Mickey’s Christmas Carol) and even a red-haired, female money lender (Ms. Scrooge).

The tradition continues. In the 1970s, the BBC presented the A Ghost Story for Christmas television series, which was revived in 2005. Modern Christmas has its own Hollywood ghost, courtesy of quirky film director Tim Burton. In the gothic stop-motion animated film The Nightmare Before Christmas, pumpkin-head protagonist Jack Skellington hijacks Christmas with a dose of All Hallows’ Eve horror. Whirling just outside mainstream cinema are a host of holiday horror films – Gremlins, Black Christmas, Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale – that return Christmas to its Victorian roots, where the campfire keeps the heat in and the ghosts out.

But what about the way Dickens uses ghosts as a device to introduce grim speculation about the welfare of the less fortunate on Christmas? And just as Dickens portrays mid 19th Century lenders in a less than flattering light, might his critique not also be relevant to the lawmakers of this country who are perhaps less than sufficiently sympathetic to the welfare of their less fortunate constituents? And if it is indeed the case that the quality of life for the poorest of the poor in Washington, DC has dwindled to the degree it has (see here for one such example: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/local/longterm/library/rosalee/part1.htm), perhaps the lawmakers of Washington would be wise toupdate their security systems at home (more details here: www.securitychoice.com/adt-home-security/district-of-columbia/w/washington/) lest they be visited by specters themselves!

But remember: our fascination with ghosts and specters reveals less about our obsession with death than it perhaps does our fascination with life. While Christmas may very well be a time of year that makes people want to atone for the things they’ve done wrong, and mourn those they’ve lost, remember to show appreciation for the very miracle of life itself this holiday season.



Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Underground Beings Overdue to Emerge and Attack Again!




This legend and accompanying story were shared with me from a friend, Terry Acosta. I find this to be a very compelling legend. The interesting point of all of this is the re-emergence of these beings - it is overdue! 

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THE ANCIENT ENEMY THAT DWELLS BENEATH THE WORLD:  My great grandfather tried to teach my mother and her siblings the old ways of the Apache.

One time, he told her of a secret war that lasted for countless generations. This war is against a race of underground dwellers that surfaces roughly every 40 yrs. It took shamans with powerful medicine and skin walkers' might to drive them away. These underground invaders are extremely hard to kill. The only description that she could translate was they are white skin (pale), have sharp claws and come out of the ground very hungry. 

The creatures send scouts up to see if it is safe to feed on humans and anything else they could find. If the scouts did not return, they wouldn't send the larger group up to feed. But if the scouts returned that meant that man has forgotten them.


My great grandfather fought them before. He was getting ready to fight them again when he was telling her the story. He was over eighty at the time and told her that there are few left who knows the ancient enemy cycles. 

He said that one of their exit points is near Post, Texas. Where the ground is red. Does he mean red sediments? He said there are signs of there presence in the areas they hunt. You got to have the knowledge to recognize them. 

Later that day, a group of other Native Americans came to the house and he went with them. Weeks later, he came back and told her that they were successful. He worried “Who will help the next generation be ready for the arrival of the Ancient Enemy?” That was over forty years ago.

Legend speaks of the skinwalkers first appearing to fight these underground beings. There was also mention of an iron eagle (spaceship?) that was ridden to that world. 

The movies "Burrowers" and "The Descent" reminded me of this story a little bit. I wonder how many other tribes in the world have this enemy in there legends. 

I have also heard similar description from military sources. I was telling this to my friend. Then he told me a story as well. His is ex-military and was recruited by a 33 degree Freemason to be in the military. When in the service, he made many connections. He met one of the crew that made the tunnels for the military. They used the nuclear tunnelers that turned the earth into glass. When making the glass tunnels, they would hit caves. There was enough molten glass to cover the cave openings. In some cases it saved their asses. The creatures would rush the thick glass windows. It was thick enough to hold them back. So, if you are one of maintenance crews who takes care of the tunnels, you can see the creatures stare at you through the thick glass like in a zoo. This means that all their underground bases are under threat of being overrun by these pale creatures.

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Interestingly, this story has many elements found in other stories. There are accounts from Missouri and from Germany in cave systems that civilians have run across reptoids in the tunnels. There are stories of the military holding onto the cave system in Death Valley where ancient giants might still dwell. There are Native people of North Dakota and Wisconsin both who admit that there were white people there long before their people arrived and they were aggressive and flesh-eating. There are a great deal of concerns about the military having underground bases from Sedona to Bradshaw Mountains in AZ to other states and locations. Is this part of an understanding there is something we cannot contain beneath the earth or perhaps an ongoing study?

In 1899, Frederick Spencer Oliver published "A Dweller on Two Planets,"which claimed that survivors from a sunken continent called Lemuria were living in or on Mount Shasta. Oliver's Lemurians lived in a complex of tunnels beneath the mountain and occasionally were seen walking the surface dressed in white robes.

There are lots of reports of underground beings in legends of people around the world: Indian "Nagas" (holy and able to fly), Chinese "Asuras" (demons), "Xibalba" of the Mayans (A civilization that supposedly vanished around the Middle Ages), "Hades" to the Greeks, Tuatha De Danaan to Irish (they went underground). Nearly every culture has underground tales and then there is the giant tale of Hollow Earth - another planet within ours.

The Hopi have a legend of ant people, taking them underground and helping them to survive during times of cataclysm. 


Interestingly, almost all tribes have ancient drawings of some very odd figures with "antennae" looking things on their heads. Were they encountering these underground terrorists? Might the ancient giants, who were miners and often lived in caves, reported with white skin and red and blond hair, possibly be some owner of deeper domains? Were the moon-eyed people reported by the Cherokee also these mole people? And, might something be missing from the skulls of ancient giants? Some sort of cutaneous horns that were cartilage or keratin that dissolved over time and one thing we are missing about these ancients is horn-like protrusions?

We can conjecture all day about whether ancient giants and these reported beings from underground existed and if they were related, but one thing is for sure, Native People tell legends and carry them down quite meticulously in order to retain every detail for generations and generations as part of their very knowledge of the world. I would regard such a report with a degree of reality and that part would be interesting to mete out. 

Expect me to continue a little study on this interesting area, coincidentally upon the 33rd parallel, the same location of many other very interesting oddities around the world. Even here in Arizona, where I live upon the 33rd parallel, we have the Casa Grande ruins, an astronomical building of an ancient people who disappeared. 


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Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Ambrose Bierce: Vanished in Thin Air?



Ambrose Bierce was best known as an journalist and author in the times of the Civil War Era. He was often called "Bitter Pierce" for having a very negative overall attitude about mankind and the human experience. 

For this time, his work was respected and acknowledged, but other than his sour disposition, there was not much about him to recall for the long-term except from tantalizing oddities.

For one thing, Bierce was preoccupied in his writings about the concept of people just walking away in thin air- disappearing into perhaps another realm in mid-action/mid-step. This showed up in many of his works of supposed reporting of events:

"The Spook House" 
"The Difficulty of Crossing a Field 
"An Unfinished race" 
"Charles Ashmore's Trail"

In "The Difficulty of Crossing a Field," he reported; 
"Williamson strolled leisurely down the gravel walk, plucking a flower as he went, passed across the road and into the pasture, pausing a moment as he closed the gate leading into it, to greet a passing neighbor, Armour Wren, who lived on an adjoining plantation. Mr. Wren was in an open carriage with his son James, a lad of thirteen. When he had driven some two hundred yards from the point of meeting, Mr. Wren said to his son: "I forgot to tell Mr. Williamson about those horses."

Mr. Wren had sold to Mr. Williamson some horses, which were to have been sent for that day, but for some reason not now remembered it would be inconvenient to deliver them until the morrow. The coachman was directed to drive back, and as the vehicle turned Williamson was seen by all three, walking leisurely across the pasture. At that moment one of the coach horses stumbled and came near falling. It had no more than fairly recovered itself when James Wren cried: "Why, father, what has become of Mr. Williamson?"

It is not the purpose of this narrative to answer that question.

Mr. Wren's strange account of the matter, given under oath in the course of legal proceedings relating to the Williamson estate, here follows:

"My son's exclamation caused me to look toward the spot where I had seen the deceased [sic] an instant before, but he was not there, nor was he anywhere visible. I cannot say that at the moment I was greatly startled, or realized the gravity of the occurrence, though I thought it singular. My son, however, was greatly astonished and kept repeating his question in different forms until we arrived at the gate. My black boy Sam was similarly affected, even in a greater degree, but I reckon more by my son's manner than by anything he had himself observed. [This sentence in the testimony was stricken out.] As we got out of the carriage at the gate of the field, and while Sam was hanging [sic] the team to the fence, Mrs. Williamson, with her child in her arms and followed by several servants, came running down the walk in great excitement, crying: 'He is gone, he is gone! O God! what an awful thing!' and many other such exclamations, which I do not distinctly recollect. I got from them the impression that they related to something more--than the mere disappearance of her husband, even if that had occurred before her eyes. Her manner was wild, but not more so, I think, than was natural under the circumstances. I have no reason to think she had at that time lost her mind. I have never since seen nor heard of Mr. Williamson."



Ambrose Bierce appeared to have a preoccupation with a Dr. Hern and Dr. Hegel the philosopher. 

Source:  "According to Bierce, the theories of Dr. Hern had attracted some attention " particularly among the followers of Hegel, and mathematicians who hold to the actual existence of a so-called non·Euclidean space--that is to say, of space which has more dimensions than length, breadth, and thickness ..... space in which it would be possible to tie a knot in an endless cord and to turn a rubber ball inside out without a solution of its continuity, or, in other words, without breaking or cracking it."


It was Dr. Hern's contention that in the visible world that we call our reality there exist void places, vacua, and something more--''holes, as it were, through which animate and inanimate objects may fall into the invisible world and be seen and heard no more." Dr. Hern viewed Space as being pervaded by " . , . luminiferous ether, which is a material thing--as much a substance as air or water, though almost infinitely more attenuated." The scientist believed that "all force, all forms of energy must be propagated in this; every process must take place in it which takes place at all." In an attempt to restate Dr. Hern's theory, Bierce writes: "But let us suppose that cavities exist in this otherwise universal medium, as caverns exist in the earth, or cells in Swiss cheese. In such a cavity there would be absolutely nothing. It would be such a vacuum as cannot be artificially produced; for if we pump the air from a receiver there remains the luminiferous ether. Through one of these cavities light could not pass, for there would be nothing to bear it. Sound could not come from it; nothing could be felt in it. It would not have a single one of the conditions necessary to the action of any of our senses. In such a void, in short, nothing whatever could occur." Bierce next quotes the statement of an anonymous mathematician who had studied the theory of Dr. Hern: "A man enclosed in such a closet could neither see nor be seen; neither hear nor be heard; neither feel nor be felt; neither live nor die, for both life and death are processes which can take place only where there is force, and in empty space no force could exist." Out of genuine concern (or his genuine love of the macabre), Bierce wondered: "Are these the awful conditions under which the friends of the lost are to think of them as existing and doomed forever to exist?" ****** 

Source: Best known for his short story "An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge," the journalist and author earned the nickname "Bitter Bierce" for his sarcastic, biting wit. ("Brain: an apparatus with which we think that we think.") 


The Civil War veteran also had a morbid fascination with horror and death, both of which became recurring themes in his writing. Bored with life in the U.S., he moved to Mexico in 1913 to witness Pancho Villa's revolution. He was 71. In a letter to his cousin Lora, Bierce didn't attempt to assuage his family's fear about such a trek, writing:

"Good-bye — if you hear of my being stood up against a Mexican stone wall and shot to rags please know that I think that a pretty good way to depart this life. It beats old age, disease, or falling down the cellar stars. To be a Gringo in Mexico — ah, that is euthanasia!"

While in Mexico to report on the war, Bierce went missing, completely unaccounted for and never heard from again.


Some scholars believe he was killed in the siege of Ojinaga in January 1914. Others speculate that Bierce's final letters were a ruse and that he never actually went to Mexico but instead committed suicide.


There is still a wide faction who believe that Bierce, consumed by the concept of walking between the worlds, proceeded to do just that!

To this day, his disappearance is high on the list of unusual famous people who went missing.

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