Thursday, September 18, 2014

A Personal Ouija Event

As many of my readers and colleagues are aware, I'm not keen on the use of Ouija sets or spirit boards. Divination tools (tarot, runes, crystals, pendulums, etc.), in my experience, are fairly safe if implemented correctly and cleared of energy after use. But I would still advise that anyone interested in divination first become familiar with the protocol and possible consequences. Seeking guidance from an experienced practitioner is highly encouraged.

With that stated, I strongly bemoan the use of Ouija. There are a few friends and colleagues who disagree with my perception on the subject, but I refuse to modify my stance.

We have all heard or read the horror stories associated with using a spirit board. But regardless of the authenticity of a particular story, there is a underlying truth to the overall practice...actual evil, destruction and malevolent ramifications may result by employing Ouija. It has been my misfortune to have witnessed some of the pitfalls firsthand. Some people may think that the minor event I'm about to describe is merely a coincidence. You may be correct.

During my high school years, I was interested in a variety of spiritual and occult subjects. My heightened sense of intuition was usually on alert and this occasionally got me into a few odd circumstances...especially since I had never shared my empathic ability with friends.

One night I was at a medium-sized party in the club basement of a friend's house. Many of the kids were from other high schools, which wasn't unusual. I had been at this particular house before and my friend's elderly parents rarely interrupted us. I won't lie, there was beer and wine on hand.

I was sitting on the sofa, drinking a beer and talking to a girl I had just met. At the circular coffee table, there were 5 or 6 kids gathered around a Ouija board. This was the mid-1970's and Ouija boards were somewhat fact, my Dad sold these and other divination items in our family's hobby shop. Most people considered Ouija as benign entertainment. I had other ideas, even back then...but I watched in interest.

I don't exactly remember who or what they were attempting to contact, but it seemed that things were quickly getting out of hand. One of the girls started complaining that someone was whispering in her ear and that someone had grabbed her breasts. It was apparent that she was serious and upset. About the same time, I looked at the face of the guy sitting directly across from this girl. He had a strange grin and was staring directly at seemed like he was going to spring across the table and attack her!

I became alarmed and remember looking at his eyes and saying to myself '!' All at once, he shot an evil glance at me...he was really perturbed and his nostrils were flaring! He immediately got up and made his way towards me. The girl I was sitting with saw him coming towards us and screamed. His arms and hands were extended and he attempted to grab me. I was able to maneuver to my right and pull him down on the I held him, two other guys came to my aid. He quickly calmed down and we let him up. He apologized for attacking me...I could sense he had been influenced by something during the board session.

As we sat and discussed what had happened, the girl who had complained earlier screamed and pointed above the Ouija board. The planchette was hovering freely about 2 ft. above the coffee table! Everybody ran towards the opposite side of the basement in an attempt to distance themselves from the hovering planchette. My friend and I stood nearby by the bar as I focused on the object. I had no sense of what was causing this amazing anomaly. My friend continued to say 'what is it?'...'what is it?' Suddenly the planchette crashed down onto the board with deliberate force, breaking one of it's legs. The bottles and glasses on the coffee table flew off in all directions. Those kids on the opposite side of the basement made a quick beeline towards and up the stairs...and out the kitchen door. Party over!

I have not disclosed names because some of those kids who attended that party maintain that this event has haunted them...even to this day.

The girl who was attacked during the Ouija board session had a short life. I don't know the intimate details, but I was made aware through other acquaintances that she died during a brutal attack and robbery in Texas in 1987.

I have had sporadic, but continued contact with a few of those people who were there that night. Most of them have had tough least one swears something evil attached to them that night at the party and harassed them for many years.

It's obvious to me that something malevolent was summoned during that party. I don't know what was said or requested by those participating...but I sincerely believe some of them suffered the consequences.

I have rarely conveyed this personal experience...leaving many of the details out of my narrative. I will disclose that many of the people who have sought my counsel and guidance have had experiences involving spirit boards. Is it coincidence? Possibly...but I have found that circumstances that involve the supernatural are rarely happenstance. Lon

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Daily 2 Cents: Two Men Go Missing For 7 Hours in Roswell -- The Jersey Shore Shark Attacks of 1916 -- Arcane Radio Update

Two Men Go Missing For 7 Hours in Roswell

After no victims were found at the scene of a one-car rollover accident in Roswell this week, crews had to rush back hours later when the driver said he woke up surrounded by donkeys in a field.

Two men rolled their vehicle in the median of U.S. 70 west near mile marker 324 Friday at about 2 a.m., according to state police.

Multiple fire and police agencies went to the scene, but couldn’t find victims. Seven hours later, at about 9 a.m., 911 dispatchers got a call from a man who said he was lost and had been in a car accident that morning.

The man said he and the passenger were drinking the night before and didn’t remember what happened next, according to state police. He also said he woke up in a field next to some donkeys.

The driver, whose identity hasn’t been released, suffered injuries to a shoulder and his hands. Police said the passenger suffered back injuries.

The driver was issued multiple citations, but the charges haven’t been released. - KOAT


A driver and his passenger mysteriously vanished for several hours and had no memory of what happened.

The two men had been involved in a car accident in which their vehicle had rolled down an embankment, but when paramedics arrived on the scene to offer assistance they were perplexed to discover that the car was empty and that the men could not be found anywhere around the crash site.

The mystery only deepened when, seven hours later, the pair allegedly awoke in a field of donkeys with no idea of how they got there or where they'd been for the preceding time period.

The town of Roswell itself has long been associated with the unexplained ever since a mysterious object was believed to have crashed there in 1947, an event that has been at the center of conspiracy theories and speculation for the better part of 65 years.

It isn't clear exactly what happened to the two men in this latest incident, but based on a police report suggesting that the men had been drinking heavily before the crash, it seems that alcohol, rather than extraterrestrial visitors, may have been the primary culprit. More at THP


Oklahoma official suggests public executions

Tulsa County Assessor Ken Yazel suggests public hangings in the town square to reduce crime.

Why stop with public hangings?

Yazel wasn’t clear where Tulsa’s town square is located, but I’ll assume it’s Bartlett Square on Main and Fifth streets.

With the water foundation, criminals could be waterboarded in front of a crowd.

How about going all William Wallace and have them hanged, drawn and quartered?

Stoning could be a possibility, but that requires crowd participation.

Burning at the stake is an oldie but goodie. The city could handle two problems at once, if officials use residential green waste as fuel to the fire.

This is such a perfectly medieval idea, it seems a waste to stop at lawbreakers.

To my knowledge, Tulsa has never had an old-fashioned witch hunt. This is not a metaphor. Real witches.

According to the 18th century B.C. Code of Hammurabi, a float test was effective in ferreting out those practicing black magic.

Since there is rarely water in the Arkansas River, the Tulsa townsfolk will have to rely on Big Splash.

The alleged witches could be shot down the big slide and then we’ll see if they float or not.

Clearly, Yazel’s idea is not only morbid but so out-of-touch that it’s silly.

Execution is still a legal punishment for certain types of murder in Oklahoma. It is a punishment taken seriously to the point of multiple mandated court appeals and oversight.

It’s so strictly governed that the state gained international notoriety when it failed the execution protocols a few months ago. The state is still trying to figure out how to move forward with legal executions.

Yazel’s comments, which he has not backed away from, came during a discussion at a public Budget Board county meeting about the scheduling of jury trials, jail overcrowding and crime rate.

By throwing out ideas like public hangings doesn’t add anything to the legitimate conversation.


The Huldra Legend

In Scandinavian folklore, the Huldra is a seductive forest creature. Male hulders do appear, called Huldrekall. Like the female counterpart, the huldrkall is a shapeshifter who often lures girls under a fair countenance (Glamour). Both male and female hulder could be revealed as rather ugly when the glamour was lifted from them.

In some traditions, the huldra lures men into the forest to have sexual intercourse with her, rewarding those who satisfy her and often killing those who do not. The Norwegian huldra is a lot less bloodthirsty and may simply kidnap a man or lure him into the underworld. She sometimes steals human infants and replaces them with her own ugly huldrebarn. In some cases, the intercourse resulted in a child, being presented to the unknowing father. In some cases, she forces him to marry her.


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The Jersey Shore Shark Attacks of 1916

The Jersey Shore shark attacks of 1916 were a series of shark attacks along the coast of New Jersey between July 1 and July 12, 1916, in which four people were killed and one injured. Since 1916, scholars have debated which shark species was responsible and the number of animals involved, with the great white shark and the bull shark most frequently being blamed. The attacks occurred during a deadly summer heat wave and polio epidemic in the northeastern United States that drove thousands of people to the seaside resorts of the Jersey Shore. Shark attacks on the Atlantic Coast of the United States outside the semitropical states of Florida, Georgia, and the Carolinas were rare, but scholars believe that the increased presence of sharks and humans in the water led to the attacks in 1916.

Local and national reaction to the attacks involved a wave of panic that led to shark hunts aimed at eradicating the population of “man-eating” sharks and protecting the economies of New Jersey’s seaside communities. Resort towns enclosed their public beaches with steel nets to protect swimmers. Scientific knowledge about sharks before 1916 was based on conjecture and speculation. The attacks forced ichthyologists to reassess common beliefs about the abilities of sharks and the nature of shark attacks.



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John C. Heenan: The Prizefighter Who Returned From the Grave

By Jon Wyatt - In 1877 newspapers widely reported that John C Heenan, a champion American prizefighter, had materialised at a seance and spoken to the people there. Did this happen? Who was John C Heenan?

John C Heenan (1834-1873) was born at Troy, NY, into an Irish-American family. He left school early to work and when aged about 17 went to the Californian goldfields. At age 25 he was employed at Benicia, San Francisco, swingng a hammer in the Pacific Mail Steamship Company workshops and perhaps a fist as a beligerant "enforcer" in rigged dockyard elections, when a travelling trainer Jim Cusock spotted his pugalistic talent, took him to New York and the rest is ring history. The good-looking 'Benicia Boy' who stood 6' 2" (188cm), weighed-in at 195 lbs (88.5 kgs) and had a devastating right and a lip to match, fought three title fights that changed the sport.

In 1858 the 'Benicia Boy' tackled John Morrissey the US heavy-weight bare-knuckle champion. The fight, for legal reasons, was staged at Long Point, Ontario, Canada. Heenan injured his right hand and was knocked out in the 11th round, but when he demanded a rematch and when Morrissey declined, and retired from the boxing, Heenan became the US Bare-Knuckle Heavyweight Champion 1859-1862 by default.

In 1860 Heenan fought Tom Sayers, the "invincible" British bare-knuckle champion at Farnborough, Hampshire, England. This fight, which is remembered as the first "World Title", captured the public's imagination, and in America it briefly united the country prior to the Civil War, and in Britain, where boxing was strictly illegal, even the prime minister of the day was there. The taller Heenan traded blows with the unstoppable Sayers for more than two hours, until round 42 when police or were they fans? entered the ring, and the fight was stopped and declared a draw. Heenan returned to America a national hero.

In 1862 Heenan returned to Britain, to sidestep the Civil War, and in 1863 fought Tom King the new British bare-knuckle champion at Wadhurst, Kent. Heenan lost this bout in 24 rounds and retired from boxing.

Heenan returned home after the Civil War, married actress Sarah Stevens and used his great fame to good effect by giving public sparring exhibitions, appearing on stage in plays and travelling as a star attraction with Howes Circus. However he contracted TB (consumption) and died, aged 38, at Green River Station, Wyoming Territory, in 1873. He was buried in the St Agnes Cemetery, Albany NY. Memories of the prizefighter were still vivid in 1877 when the seance allegedly occurred in Rochester.

The evidence for the Heenan materialization is an article apparently penned by a journalist who was there, that appeared in the Rochester Chronicle newspaper in early September 1877. According to the story Heenan materialized during a séance conducted in an upstairs chamber in a building located somewhere in Rochester. Heenan manifested in his physical prime and spoke in Irish-American brogue. The form returned from the grave to defend the reputation of spiritualism.

The spirtiualist movement, which began in 1848 when the Fox sisters conducted public seances in the Corinthian Hall, Rochester, had by the 1870s spread far and wide with physical mediums apparently producing rappings, levitations and even full-body materializations. The famous British scientist Sir William Crookes who conducted psychic research of mediums under controlled conditions in his London residence from 1871 to 1874, concluded the phenonmena, including full-body materiaizations, seemed genuine. He was particularly astounded by a young medium "an innocent schoolgirl of fifteen" Florence Bush who many times materialized a spirit called "Katie King", whom he photographed.Crookes believed that to insist this was the result of deceit did more "violence to one's reason and common sense than to believe her to be what she herself affirms".

However by 1877 several high-profile 'mediums' had also been exposed as frauds in Rochester and elsewhere—and who better to have in your corner than the great Heenan?

This transcript of the séance was published days later by the New York Evening Express, reprinted from the Rochester Chronicle. Make of it what you will:

“At a séance in this locality last Saturday night the spirit of the late John C. Heenan, embodied for the occasion, put in an appearance. Mr. Heenan―if we may speak of an apparition as a person―appeared to be in such excellent health that the suggestion ran around the circle that perhaps death was the best cure for consumption. The form was stalwart, and the arms therefore were exceedingly muscular.

“'I want ter know,' said Mr. Heenan,' of there's any person in this room as has doubts of the reality of this thing. Ef there is such a person I want ter interview him about two minutes.'

“'Extraordinary materialization!' said a timid man, with admiration.'I never saw such power, such entire confidence.'

“'What d'yer say?' said Mr. Heenan, turning sharply and making a fine exhibition of his knowledge of the manly art. 'Gimme a word―just one word! I feel like I should like to kill somebody.'

“'I beg your pardon,' said the timid man. 'I had no intention of offending whatsoever. I do not question the representation at all. Go 'way, please. You make me nervous.'

“'Nervous, boy?' said Mr. Heenan, with ineffable scorn. 'We don't have such things as nerves over there. If there's a reporter here, he's the man I'm after. There has been doubts about this thing. I should just like fer have some man grab me.'

“'We are all believers here, I think,' said the managing medium, cheerfully, and with the utmost confidence. 'If any gentleman would like to test the presence let him advance. I think I may say he is at liberty to detain the presence, if possible', and he rubbed his hands and laughed as if he was very well satisfied about something.

“The stillness that pervaded the room was intense. The only stir was that made by the timid man in an effort to steal out of the room. 'Hey I you would, would you?' said Mr. Heenan, leaping out of the circle and dragging the timid man back by the hair of his head. 'Now, you sit there, and don't git up till I tell you to. You hear me?' and Mr. Heenan slammed the timid man down in his chair as if he were determined to make him stick.

“'Wonderful! Wonderful!' said all the others. Some of them were so impressed that their voices trembled, and others were so awe-stricken that they had serious intentions of jumping from the thickly-curtained window.

“'Ef there's anybody as doesn't believe,' said Mr. Heenan with great impressiveness, casually balancing himself in front of the partition and striking it a terrible blow, 'let him stand up. Ef there's a person within reach of this'--exhibiting now is right hand, the same being firmly closed--'as is inclined to question this performance, let him come forrard. I'm waiting for him. I want to convince him.'

“'Wonderful, wonderful!' said the agitated circle; but nobody arose.

“'I think we are all believers!' said Mr. Heenan, smiling sweetly. 'I am almost ready to bet money on it. But there is one more test. I want somebody to grab me. Oh, I should like to have somebody grab me! Jest make the least motion to grab me!' said Mr. Heenan, extended hand, slightly bending the knuckles of the flexile fingers of the same, and pawed the air with some anxiety.

“'Nobody, hey?' he cried. 'I'm disappointed, gentlemen. I didn't think it of you. I so wanted somebody to grab me. But never mind. Good night.'

“He disappeared, and so real and startling was the apparition that the noise of his boots on the floor of the room below was definitely heard for two minutes afterward. It was the most successful materialization ever attempted in this vicinity.” (New York Evening Express, September 5, 1877, p1)

What a knock-out seance!

The story may have simply been a piece of fiction, but if the seance had in fact taken place there are a couple of tricky questions to be answered.

Heenan was America's first sporting superstar and particularly well known in Rochester where he'd appeared on stage at the Corinthian Hall, yet, we are told, he appeared very close and personal with the sitters. If it was a stage trick, how did the medium do it?

If the story were fake, why did it appear as news across America, in Europe and later in Australia? Didn't any body check the story, or did editors decide not to let the truth get in the way of a good story?

John C Heenan 'left the building' but, of course, his legend lives. The sportsman whose popularity helped legitimize prizefighting, has featured in countless boxing stories over the years... and in 2002 he was inducted into the Pioneer Section of the International Boxing Hall of Fame, Canastota, NY.

Did he return from the grave—you never know?


1. The 'Benecia Boy' strikes a pugalistic pose. Source: Library of Congress

2. This abridged (tongue-in-cheek) article appeared in the Illawarra Mercury newspaper, NSW, Australia, on 28 December, 1877

3. Sir William Crookes and “Katie King”

Copyright Jon Wyatt 2014 - Total word count 1550

NOTE: I want to thank Jon Wyatt for his article submission...Lon

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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Celestial Offerings

The following allegory was forwarded to me in 2004. I didn't have any notes attached to the email, so I have no idea from where or from whom it came. Nonetheless, I believe there is an optimistic message attached to it:

In 1992, I had what some people would refer to as a near-death experience. I had fallen on the stairs in my college dorm and lay on the landing, badly bleeding from my head. My roommate found me only because he was on his way back to our room after having a fight with his girlfriend. I was rushed to the emergency room where the doctors later stated that I should have died from blood loss.

While being transported to the hospital, I temporarily noticed a bright white light and I could faintly hear one of the paramedics say I should be dead. I lost over 2 pints of blood. I remember trying to say "let me go if it's my time." They were replacing fluids as fast as possible, but I was getting weaker. I eventually passed out.

I woke in the ICU and realized I was still alive...but I had been in a coma for almost a week. I only remember one thing during the time I lay there...a visitation. I'm sure I had been awake during the incident. I recall the room being bathed in neon-like blue light and two tall men looking down on me. They wore bright white jumpsuits with hoods. Their faces were very broad and smooth...their other facial features looked human. I heard one of these beings mention, in English, that "preparation will take some time." That's the last I remember...I must have gone back into the coma.

I remained in the hospital for two more weeks. I had also sustained a simple fracture of my forearm, which was placed in a cast.

After I returned home, everything started to get back to normal. I was back at work and was able to get into a regular routine. A few weeks later, I returned to the doctor's office in order to have the cast removed from my right forearm.

As the doctor was cutting away I felt a strange rush of energy pulse through me. As he pulled the cast and lining away from my arm, there was a two inch long red figure-8 mark on my forearm, located about 4 inches below my elbow. It looked like a tattoo because it was so clear and defined. I asked the doctor what that was. He said, "didn't you have a tattoo done." I never had a tattoo and my roommate confirmed it after I had asked him. I thought that maybe I had forgotten about it because of the head injury.

After a couple of months, the mark didn't fade...and I was starting to get concerned because I was experiencing sharp cramping pains in my right forearm. I went back to the doctor complaining about the cramps. He gave me a muscle relaxer and said it was probably a result of the broken arm and that I was still healing.

As time went by, I eventually moved to another state and got married. We now have two daughters and a very nice life.

A few weeks ago, I temporarily blacked out while arguing with a friend over something stupid. When I woke, the paramedics were there, but I refused to go to the hospital. I felt fine...but I again experienced an odd pulse of energy all over. My friend Jack apologized for the argument but I didn't even acknowledge him...I just told him to leave.

The next morning, I received a call from Jacks's wife. He had died during the night from a massive coronary. The strange thing is that I wasn't even sorry. I felt as if I already knew he would die and that there was no reason to grieve.

Then the other day, I was working in the yard and found a dead sparrow laying in the grass. For some reason, I picked the bird up and looked into it's right eye. I then placed it on the lawn table. My right arm started to ache. I touched the red figure-8 and suddenly the sparrow stirred. What was happening? After a few minutes, the sparrow got to it's feet, It stood on the table and looked at me for several seconds...then flew away.

Every once in a while I wake in the morning thinking that something happened during the night. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm experiencing contact with other beings. I asked my wife about it but she doesn't understand.

The mark on my arm looks the same as it did that day in the doctor's office. I just wish I knew what it means. GB

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