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Author: Mike Perry

As regular readers will know I like visiting churches, even though I belong to no organised religion. And I like them even more if they have an ancient legend or story attached. While on my recent visit to Somerset I found such a church: St.Decuman's at Watchet.

The church goes back to the 12th century but the site is associated with various forms of worship back to at least 700AD - plus it has it's very own Holy Well. The church is named after St Decumen, whose an interesting fellow. He arrived at Somerset from Wales in around 700AD travelling across the Bristol Channel on a raft with just one companion - a cow!

He became a hermit and managed to initially survive by living off the produce of his cow. As happens with hermits they are not to everyone's liking and a Pagan is said to have tried to kill this saint in the making - and for good measure cut off his head. But no worries for St Decuman he simply picked up his head, washed it in the Holy Well - though it wasn't actually 'holy' at that time - and placed it back on his body.

This obviously impressed the local people, to say the least, so they got together to help Decuman build a church. And that's where St.Decuman's Church and the nearby Holy Well are situated today.

It's interesting that the Holy Well, as per the photo above, has been preserved and restored by a partnership between the local Church and the local Pagan society. Pagan's claim that Pagan Celts worshipped at the long before Decuman arrived on the scene..... continues

Copyright©Mike Perry

Reproduced courtesy of Mike Perry

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Author: Rick Stokes

The Abductions Continue by Rick Stokes for Chris Holly's Paranormal World

Recently we issued a warning for those who plan on spending time outdoors this summer. It was a warning about what can happen when someone sights a UFO, especially one in close proximity. Since that warning, Chris Holly has received a new report from one of the Real Time Abductees that should reinforce our warnings about close encounters with UFOs. Chris has written extensively about the Real Time Abductees, people who have suffered a lifetime of abductions.

The term real time refers to the fact the abductions of these people take place during real time while they are going about the business and routines of their everyday life . They do not involve sleep events or dreams or telepathic messages. They are encounters that invade their life while they are fully awake and functioning .

The Real Time Abductees have suffered abductions while going about their daily routines, often within shouting distance of other people. Recently, the son of one of the oldest of the Real Time Abductees surprised his mother with the admission that he has experienced abductions. He had never told her because of the distress he knew it would cause. The son has recently suffered another incident in the California desert that we will write about in a future report. But today we turn our attention to another Real Time Abductee who had her last abduction experience twenty years ago. That is, it was her last abduction experience before an incident a few weeks ago that, coupled with the information from the Real Time Abductee's son, has the Real Time Abductees in turmoil.

Chris Holly put me in email contact with the Real Time Abductee who suffered this latest episode, and in keeping with Chris's longstanding rules, the lady in question remains anonymous. I do not know her name, address, phone number or email address. She is known to Chris, but not to me. This is to protect the Real Time Abductees, of which Chris Holly is a member, and anyone else who contacts Chris reporting their abduction experience or experiences. The same anonymity is offered to anyone reporting other incidents of unexplainable occurrences, from UFO sightings to ghost encounters.

All I know about this Real Time Abductee is that she resides on property that is oceanfront or near the ocean. That factors into the incident which took place about two weeks ago. And, like the other Real Time Abductees, she knows to never go anywhere, day or night, by herself. She surrounds herself with family and other people she trusts in hopes her abductors will be wary of attempting another abduction. For twenty years, that arrangement seems to have worked. In fact, the arrangement would probably have still worked if the abductee hadn't broken a key rule: Never go anywhere alone.

What follows is the Real Time Abductee's tale :

The Abduction

“My brother-in-law lives down the road from me and called on the day of the incident to ask if his dog wandered over to my house. His golden retriever, a male dog, does that from time to time. I looked around and didn't spot his dog anywhere on my property. While I was looking around I walked past my son's truck parked next to the barn. I saw the key was in the ignition and made the foolish split second decision to jump in the truck and take a fast drive down an old beach road that ends at an area where I've found the dog before. He seems to love this isolated area of the beach, only about a minute's drive from my barn.

“I guess twenty years without an abduction incident had made me complacent. So I took off to look for the dog. “My instincts about the whereabouts of my brother-in-law's pet were better than my instincts about abduction prevention, because I discovered the dog happily chewing on something he found along the shoreline. He was soaked, covered with sand and having a great time. I got out of the truck, opened the tailgate and called him. I tried to let him know by the way I spoke that he had misbehaved. I guess he got the message, because he just looked at me with that wide-eyed 'just got caught with my pants down look' some dogs get when they know they've messed up. I walked to the front of the truck and about 10 feet onto the beach itself and called him again without that 'bad dog' tone to my voice. This time he jumped up, wagging his tail happily, and came running toward me.

“As best I can recall, this is when the abduction event began, for suddenly, in the blink of an eye, a funny feeling came over me, and I heard what sounded like a huge Harley Davidson motorcycle revving up right next to my head. It was deafeningly loud. There was no one on the road. Nothing had approached me while I stood there calling the dog. But there in my ear, as if it was right next to me, a thunderous noise commenced as quickly as you could snap your fingers.

“I was filled with a paralyzing fear, knowing I had made a terrible mistake. I started to turn my head and shoulders slowly away from the approaching dog towards the sound...and that's all I can remember of how the incident began. [Editors' note: Here are some further descriptions of what happened at the beach recalled by the abductee in a follow-up contact:

“I also recall a strange creature running toward me on the beach. It looked like a big triangle about the size of a trash can lid. It had a mouth and eyes at the pointed end, four stick-like legs and hair or fur that looked like long beach grass on its back. I think it was greenish in color and had neon green eyes. I have no idea if it was a living creature or a machine. I recall trying to get away from it and the dog barking at it. It's all pieces of memory that are disjointed and confusing. I also just know somehow this was the last of it for me. I don't think I will be taken again. I also feel these beings want me to try to make people understand they exist and our viewpoint on all of these things is going in a wrong direction. My feeling is these beings, whatever they may be or wherever they may come from, don't approve of the ridiculous sideshow our civilization has made of their attempts to slowly indoctrinate us about them and others like them.” End editors note.]

“The next thing I knew I was laying on my back on the sand with the dog lying next to me. My first thought was that I had fainted, and the dog had fallen asleep next to me. I thought I was all right. One of my shoes had fallen off. I stuck it back on and got up. As soon as I did I vomited. I felt very weak and dizzy. Then I realized the dog was just lying there looking at me. He appeared to be dazed and was glassy-eyed.

“When the vomiting stopped I tried to get the dog to stand up. But he just remained lying on the sand like a limp rag. He's a big dog, and I wasn't able to lift him. I desperately wanted to get myself and this poor pet to the truck and get us out of there as fast as possible. I was feeling really sick, so I decided to drag the dog over the sand to the truck. Fortunately I was able to drag him to the back of the truck where the tailgate was already open. I gave it all I had and half lifted, half dragged the poor animal onto the bed of the truck. He just landed in the truck bed with a thump, bewildered and confused looking, and lay staring at me.

“Despite being disoriented and nauseated, I was able to drive home. There I found my frantic family madly searching the area for me and the truck I borrowed. I quickly told them about the beach and the noise while they helped me shakily navigate from the driveway back into my house. My brother-in-law kept the dog in my son's truck, driving him immediately to the vet because he was acting so weird. “Once my family got me inside, I was able to inspect myself a little better. I found my sneakers had been left untied and my socks turned around so the heel of each sock was over each instep. The rest of my clothes seemed to be on properly; however, I had a gemstone ring on my right hand and a charm bracelet on my right wrist when I went looking for the dog. Both were now missing. But I also had a large diamond ring and a very expensive watch on my left hand and wrist. Neither one of these items appeared to have been touched.

“My body was very sore, my head hurt and I was confused. I couldn't remember clearly what had happened. I've never had an experience like this one, starting with that loud motorcycle sound. I thought the entire event happened within the span of just a few minutes, but a reconstruction of the time my brother-in-law first called about the dog to when I returned home revealed it was an hour and 25 minutes since I left my house. My brother who is a medical doctor was one of the family members out looking for me when I returned and insisted he should examine me. My blood pressure was a bit high, I had a slight fever and my blood sugar was elevated. My brother thought my body was dealing with a degree of shock. He also thought I was dehydrated and started me drinking water immediately. My family decided to take me to the emergency room where I could be hooked to a heart monitor and blood work could be done. It also allowed for a more complete examination to make sure I didn't suffer previously undetected injuries, internally or externally, during whatever had happened on the beach. Two doctors tested to make certain my heart was sound and ruled out any other possible cause of what they were told was a fainting spell or blackout. It certainly wouldn't have served any purpose to tell them I had been abducted by creatures unknown! I had been down that route before. Under my brother's prompting, the physicians saw to it a complete round of blood work was conducted as well. It appeared I was all right except for some noticeable problems with my eyesight. My vision was very blurry, and the lights in the hospital were painful to my eyes.

“When my family brought me home from the emergency room, I was totally exhausted, extremely weak and badly in need of sleep. I was surrounded by my family and spent the rest of that day in my bed sleeping. My sleep was uneasy, and I tossed and turned most of the time. This experience was unlike any of the other times I suffered an abduction. I never was able to recall much from my other encounters, but this time I began having flashes of uncontrollable recall that kept flooding my mind. I could recall “people” around me who were talking to me the entire time. I was being told how disappointed they were with the human race and our failure to reach out for knowledge. I remember being told we are a species that learns more slowly than others and would still be extremely primitive if we were not constantly pushed to advance. I had a hard time keeping up with what was being said because the communication was very fast and I was overwhelmed by it. I couldn't comprehend a lot of it. I do remember these beings indicating they were frustrated by our failure to grasp their attempts to slowly indoctrinate the human race to something they are apparently trying to show us. And I felt their anger and annoyance was aimed at our constantly rejecting their attempts, as evidenced, as far they are concerned, by our movies and fake photos and videos. They projected the feeling that humanity's rejection of what they seem to have been slowly trying to introduce us to has them harboring some growing negative feelings about mankind. I can't tell if they were expressing anger, frustration, pity, confusion, or a combination of all those things. But I did get the impression their reactions were the result of what they feel is humanity's willful ignorance, like we deliberately refuse to see some universal truth they've been putting in front of us. I still don't feel like I've fully grasped what they were trying to put across during the encounter other than that it was negative toward our actions. I can recall some kind of focus on my age. I also got the feeling they were trying to impress on me that this was going to be the last experience I would have with them. And I was left with the impression I'm being allowed to recall as much as I've been able to pass along to you for the express purpose of getting their still puzzling message across. Other incidents like this have always left me with very little in the way of memory.

“While all this was going on, I wanted to get away from them but was being physically restrained like all the other times. I kept begging them to let me leave. I recall the beings restraining me had human-like form, but I also recall a horrible looking being near me that frightened me nearly to death. I was screaming and struggling, and they gave me something to remove my fear and make me calm down. I remember being very thirsty and sick to my stomach. I had stomach cramps. The human type beings around me controlled me with an invisible strength, making it impossible for me to function physically. I only remember very brief flashes of the horrific creature that frightened me. I think my seeing it only lasted for a second or so. I'm not sure.

“I'm worried about people thinking this is something fun and fabulous, and I hope one day we'll grow up as a civilization and begin to understand and deal with these beings that watch us, visit us and take us against our will. As it stands, it appears we're the fools for poking fun at these incidents, and they're the ones doing all the laughing.”

The Aftermath

[Editors' note: The following comments from the abductee are taken from more follow-up contacts via email.]

“I feel like I have the flu and my eyes really hurt. I developed large painful pimples on my face. I also found a circle of hair had been cut out of the back of my head. I have long hair and can cover the bald spot, but I can't explain why this hair sample was taken. I found out that I'm a bit anemic, too, which is very odd considering I had my yearly physical a few weeks before the incident and was normal at the time. I must have lost some blood somewhere along the way but have no memory of it. At first, a few odd marks on my skin were my only outward signs of the encounter on the beach. But now a leathery and scale-like rash has begun to appear between my breasts, rising toward my neck, and on my legs and hands, as well as in patches on my back.

“I'm still shaken up and withdrawn. I really didn't think at my age that this would happen to me again. My family is annoyed that I broke the golden rule and took off alone to an isolated area. I feel strange. My thinking is very rapid, and my dreams are extremely odd. I'm still very weak and will need time to recover from this encounter just like I have from all the others I had forced on me ever since I was a little girl. The worst part of this is how easily they can walk into your life and take you at will. Dealing with the draining physical aftermath is exhausting. And knowing almost everyone refuses to believe this happens to people like me all the time is heart breaking. No matter how my family tries to protect and take care of me, no matter how we Real Time Abductees have offered support to each other, the truth of the matter is that each one of us is really all alone in the middle of this mess.

“I only pray people everywhere will soon rise to a new level of understanding, becoming more than what they have been, and start to wise up to how lost we are when it comes to so many things these abductors think we really should already know. When you think about the massive number of reports of UFO sightings and alien abductions from all over the world, you would think we would be smarter about all of this. Instead we match the real encounters by creating fake ones in larger numbers, leaving the real experiences swallowed up by our self created ignorance and delusion. I don't have any idea what it will take to turn us into more than the backward beings these abductors consider the stupid ones in the universe. Maybe it will remain this way, and, eventually, these beings who seem to be trying to nudge us out of our ignorance will simply give up and leave us to our own brain dead way of life.

“The last time I had an incident I was 40 and it was in the fall. That was in 1991. I don't recall much about the beings from other incidents except that they seemed to be in human form and covered in a light colored suit. This latest incident is the only time I remember more. This time they were without question covered in a skin-like suit with lenses over their eyes. It's for protection from us and our atmosphere, I assume. They are thin, about 6ft tall and have very long, delicate hands. You can see eye movement behind the dark lenses over their eyes. I think they come in different types, like male and female in humans, but I have no idea if there are separate sexes, or anything like sex, at all. They could be some other mix. The one that I can recall the most appeared to be the boss and seemed feminine to me. It quickly got that frightening creature away from my view. I recall that thing wanted to touch me, and it was told no. I felt like I was in a UFO garage-type of thing, meaning a structure attached to something at the back of it with two sides and an open end like a garage with the door open that I could feel air and see sky when I looked that way. I was sitting on something and could not see the wall behind me but could see the wall in front of me. That is when I saw that the wall and all around it, including these people or beings, all were the same color of a light gray or off white so that when they were working along the wall they were camouflaged and you could not see them. Only when they moved around could you make out the outline of beings there. They were sort of lit, or had an aura to them. I have no recall of anything like this before. The frightening creature was disgusting with a bug like head and appendages around its body. It was huge and wide and horrible. It had a bug face with a bunch of eyes. I do not know of any Real Time Abductee who ever had as clear a look as I had this time at what these things are like. I wish I did not remember it.”

This real time abductee is spending time trying to recover from her latest encounter with these unknown beings. She is hopeful this is the last time she will be taken and feels due to her age she may now be able to finally live the rest of her life without these intrusions from those who take her, abuse her and throw her back like a lab rat.

End of Abductee's Report

Editors' note: It shouldn't take more than this report and the constant ongoing UFO sighting reports to make you think sensibly about what to do when you have the urge to venture out into nature's sparsely populated realms this summer. Be alert. Be careful. Always hike, hunt, camp, fish, sail or just mosey through the less populated places on the planet with a companion or two. And keep your wits about you if you come eyeball to eyeball with the unknown.

Rick Stokes
For: CHPW

♥ Copyright © 2012 Chris Holly all Rights Reserved
Chris Holly’s Paranormal World
Email chrisholly61@yahoo.com Phone: 631-887-4818

Reproduced courtesy of Chris Holly

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Author: Mark Russell Bell

Orfeo Angelucci was enthusiastic about his nonfiction book The Secret of the Saucers (1955) edited by his publisher Ray Palmer; however, his initial report presented in his newspaper-style publication Twentieth Century Times (1953) would seem to be the most reliable source, especially concerning the quoted transcendental discourses — where the meaning intended to be conveyed could have been drastically altered with any incorrect word; or influenced by Angelucci's own beliefs and interpretations.

Twentieth Century Times had been conceived as a monthly publication but lack of interest resulted with the first issue being the only one published by Angelucci. The previous blog article presented an excerpt from Twentieth Century Times that described Angelucci's first contact experience, which had occurred during the early morning hours of May 24, 1952. What follows is how the second contact experience was described in the same source.

As an introductory note, the reader should understand that Angelucci’s wife was manager of the snack bar at the Los Feliz Drive-In Theatre and he regularly assisted her there. Her brother owned the drive-in and had also built nearby the residential complex where the Angelucci family lived. Curiously, Angelucci commented that in July: "Now, for the first time, he felt he could write spontaneously, from pure memory, unlimited revelations in a manner nearly professional." Furthermore: "The month of July turned its half-way mark, and from that point is history written with us forever. The skies seemed to open with a barrage of continuous aerial displays, and many people became convinced of interplanetary visitations, excitedly expecting a landing or some contact. Others attributed the phenomena to fulfillment soon of Spiritual Prophecies, while others to harbingers of woeful events. And there were even those who cared not one way or the other."

On July 23, 1952, Orfeo failed to report for work. He just did not feel up to it. At 8:30 in the evening he walked from his house to the snack bar of the drive-in theater. He felt relieved in company. The young women attendants were speaking of flying saucers, and how their husbands would like to see even one.

Orfeo joined in the conversation, which eventually turned to a humorous and lampooning slant. There was laughter. Laughter which for him would soon come to an abrupt end. Yet, for a short while he had joined the multitudes, normal people, and saw things in their light. Then he finished a cup of coffee and started back for home, to retire for the night.

This theater has two screens, facing opposite ways, and the walk took him through the empty side facing southeast. At the other end is a lonely spot, where the Glendale Boulevard and Hyperion Avenue bridge spans overhead.

Half-way through the lot Orfeo felt his upper chest and throat well-up and relax rather pleasantly, and seemingly in control by someone else, something. But there was not the slightest sense of pain nor impending doom. At once a voice, coming from his own vocal cords, reprimanded, citing shame on him, vet in a musical aria, said, “O-Hee-O.” It was loud, smooth, gentle, and suggested a latent talent.

He smiled it off to himself; nevertheless his thoughts went immediately to the recent events, the superior beings, and eternity.

At the end of the lot he opened the corrugated metal gate and closed it again behind him. He was now alone, with the overhead concrete bridge ahead. Beyond that, so close, yet soon to be so far, the eleven unit apartments, where he resided. Here he would soon be asleep.

There seemed to be a hazy, misty obstruction between him and the arch of the bridge just ahead. It was barely visible. It was like a reproduction of a ghostly Eskimo igloo, but so transparent it hardly seemed real, so like a half-bubble of soap, with the bottom curving outward, much like a turtle.

Almost at once a section seemed to become dark and spread out, as an inverted cone. The interior, now translucent and more real was revealed. As if in a trance, Orfeo walked to the aperture, hesitated a split second, and knew there was no alternative but to enter.

There was no sign of life, nor sound. All the recent events became realities in his consciousness again. Once more this was the only world that actually existed. Come in, be at home with people he knew but saw not.

A pearly, comfort chair on the far side cozily suggested he sit here; come home. It was a pearly interior, all pearl, shimmering and tending to recede from view constantly; this dome-like, utterly empty room.

He sat down, feeling very secure and comfortable, as though he had done this before. But what would happen now? Was it perhaps to meet someone “well known” to him? How could he be so self-confident in such a situation; developing so smoothly in less time than it takes to tell it?

As he sat there the wall itself seemed noiselessly to expand and close the aperture where he had just entered, closing toward the left.

Orfeo felt completely cut off from his family and friends. Yet he felt secure, and in the hands of friends who could overcome any situation for him, and who had purposes to all that they undertook.

All sound was now shut off. The pearly interior allowed a trickle of light here and there, giving the inside a twilight, satisfying glow. He felt engulfed by a pure and esthetic environment superb.

A low vibrant hum, more felt than heard, took on a crescendo and he felt gently “pushed” against the comfortable chair; pushed by every inch of his body, as though his body were pushing backward beyond any control on his part.

The interior became dark, as though some great shadow engulfed the entire dome. The floor seemed as solid as if it were the ground itself, vibrating deep, hidden currents of the earth, in a gentle, constant flow. The sensation of push against the chair by his body did not increase. But neither did it cease.

Reason began to take form, and a grip of fear was beginning to overpower him, when an orchestration, of one of his favorite songs gradually arose. It was “Fools Rush In” where angels fear to tread’; an exact transcription of the Voices of Walter Schuman. The strains had an orienting effect on Orfeo, for it lent a thread of association. Memories returned to him in a conglomerate sensibility.

Soon the interior lighted up softly again. Orfeo noticed how his soiled work clothes, which he was wearing, stood in bold and ugly relief in this exquisiteness. He felt that his entire body and soul were equally unfit to be privileged such divine, visual, realistic a dream.

He felt so well and comfortable that he gave but scant thought to the possibility of the air diminishing, or becoming toxic. He gave little thought to anything, but the developing of things at hand. The soothing music played on ethereally as his body seemed to push back on the chair perpetually. His thoughts were not of the past, nor of his wife, sons, or other relatives, but of the immediate present — and minutes ahead.

The musical rendition neared its end. What then? Was he to spend an eternity in this pearly igloo? The body now seemed to gradually relax its backward push against the seat, until it ceased.

At the same time the music came to an end. The smooth vibration of the floor also slackened some, but this did not stop completely. It was surely evident that some motive power was housed somewhere in the floor. Orfeo thought of the incident on Forest Lawn Drive, and that perhaps he was carried there again, to continue the “dream” to a more tangible comprehension. There was complete quiet, and fear was impossible under the circumstances... continues

Copyright©Mark Russell Bell

Reproduced courtesy of Mark Russell Bell

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Author: Robert McLuhan

It's easy to forget, amid the hype: not all near-death experiences are about light and bliss. I've been reading a new ebook, Dancing Past the Dark: Distressing Near-Death Experiences by Nancy Evans Bush.

Bush herself had an experience of this kind when she was 28, in labour with her second child. She left her body and saw the hospital and town receding swiftly below her, then had the feeling of hurtling into space. The darkness was immense.

Then this happened:

A group of circles appeared ahead and slightly to my left, perhaps a half-dozen of them, moving toward me. Half black and half white, they clicked as they flew, snapping white-to-black, black-to-white, sending an authoritative message without words. Somehow its meaning was clear: "This is all there is. This is all there ever was. This is It. Anything else you remember is a joke. You are not real. You never were real. You never existed. Your life never existed. The world never existed. It was a game you were allowed to invent. There was never anything, or anyone. That's the joke - that it was all a joke."
The circles felt heckling but not evil, mocking, mechanistic, clicking without feeling. They seemed like messengers, certain of what they were saying, not ultimate authority themselves but with an authoritative message.


Bush argued passionately to prove them wrong, bringing up details of her family and her relationships, historical facts, the fact of other people's existence. But the circles kept up their mocking.

And then I was entirely alone. The circles had moved out of sight, and there was nothing left - the world unreal and gone, and with it my first baby, and this baby who would never be born, and all other babies. Everyone I knew and loved - (but how had I known them, if they were never real?) - gone, and hills, and robins. There was no world, no home, no babies, not even a self to go home to. I thought that no one could bear so much grief, but there seemed no end to it and no way out. Everyone, everything, gone, even God, and I was alone forever in the swimming twilight dark..... continues

Copyright©Robert McLuhan


Reproduced courtesy of Robert McLuhan


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Author: Mike Perry

"But if there is such a thing as reincarnation then how come people can be so different from how they were in a previous life," asked someone I know.

I guess logically it may seem that if we do reincarnate we would be pretty much similar to how we left our last life. After all reincarnation is often used as an explanation as to why some children are exceptionally talented. Their soul / spirit or whatever carries over knowledge from previous lives. The likes of Mozart, a composer and musician at just five years old, would have learned how to play the violin and keyboard in a previous life.

If I'm truthful I'm not 100% sure what exactly happens following death - and I'm not convinced that very many do, no matter what they may claim. I do believe, however, that we live on and are eternal and that karma plays a role in our lives.

Reincarnation - if combined with karma - does explain why some people have problematic lives right from birth and others have the proverbial golden spoon. Wrongs and rights from previous lives are corrected in current lives - an 'eye for an eye' and all that.

"Yes, but this doesn't answer why a person in two following lives can be so different, does it?"

I'm not sure where it says that people are so different from life to life. But, if we think about it, we are actually many different people in a single life - and not just by way of appearance. Our thoughts and beliefs fluctuate throughout our life. Happenings come about to influence us. Some of these we reject while others we accept as true and so we adjust our beliefs and who we are.

The young boy at junior school (me in the photo) is different to the boy at senior school, to the young man, the married man, to the father and grandfather he became. Life happens: sorrows, happiness, mistakes, lessons, experiences continue to mould us into something slightly different. It's the Law of Change in action.

So why shouldn't we also change and appear different from life to life.

I saw some statistics, admittedly from the 1990s, which found that 24% of Europeans believe in reincarnation and 33% in the UK. And according to a 2005 Gallup poll 20 percent of U.S adults believe in reincarnation.

There is an opinion that the Bible once contained the reincarnation belief, though many Christians will strongly disagree with this for obvious reasons. But the Bible has been amended going back to the Council of Nicaea in 325 AD. Some bits have been omitted - but again many Christians will disagree with this as well. It's interesting though that in another survey by the Pew Forum 24% of American Christians expressed a belief in reincarnation.

If we can believe in a God or a Supreme Power then why would we believe that He/She/It would allow such suffering in the world unless this could one day be corrected at some stage. Reincarnation with karma balances the books between good and evil and it also gives us the freedom to create our own and future lives for the better.

Copyright©Mike Perry

Reproduced courtesy of Mike Perry

Other Reincarnation Posts:

A Glimpse Of Her Death In A Former Life
The Reincarnation of James Fletcher
Henry Ford And Reincarnation

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Author: Chris Holly

For many years I did not consider UFO's , abduction or lost time events were in any way connected to time travel. I did not believe humans could time travel or that they would return to the past if they could. I have had a bit of a change in my opinion about this since I have been writing about these subjects along with my own personal encounters with the unknown. I now feel it is as much a possible answer or an added problem besides Aliens that humans from the future may be those visiting , taking and using the humans of our time now.

I feel this way as I realize we are heading full speed ahead in to a dangerous error of mixing man with machine. I feel it is not impossible we continued down this path until we became as much or perhaps more machine than living biological life. If this is what our future holds it is not illogical that we lost our way and our ability to continue producing the DNA and other human biological needed elements needed to continue producing human life. If our future holds a hybrid human who is developed rather than born we may have lost our ability to reproduce without the need of pure human beings.

With that said it is as possible as it is other life forms from our universe to have time traveling humans from the future visiting and abducting us too. I think we need to consider all areas of possible answers to the questions we have involving all the unknowns we now are facing all over the world. I do not think it is just one other species from our cosmos who may come our way as that does not make sense with knowing the extent of the universe around us. I am sure there are many forms of alien life out there . I do not think it is impossible that dimensions are at play with some of our unknown encounters as well. We know we have limited understanding in this area which tells me that dimensional visitors are as likely as universal ones.

My main point is that we are very limited in our knowledge concerning all these subjects and must remain open minded until we have a better understanding of how all these things work and who may be visiting us. The only thing I do know as fact is that we are being visited , some of us are being taken, some of us are returned and we have no idea at all who or what is doing it.


We see things daily all over the world in our sky and have no idea at all what we are looking at . We hear things, video things, and photograph things all without truly understanding what we are capturing . I have written about UFO's of all types and shapes including flying buildings without any idea who or what is piloting them . I have seen crafts with my own eyes and walked my own road with the unknown still without understanding who or what stood right in front of me. I do know it is time for us to consider all things and to stop using these subjects as a game or fun . It is now time to get to the getting when it comes to understanding the unknown. How long do we all intend to stay the most ignorant beings around? I for one would like to know what is going on before it is too late for our own good. If we are doomed and our future is visiting us I imagine it may be too late to change it. If we are losing our humanity and we are being visited by who we will become it maybe I am wrong and we could do something to change and keep our humanity intact. . The fact is until we smarten up and stop using the unknown as our playtime fun zone we will remain the dumbest kids on the universal block!



♥ Copyright © 2012 Chris Holly all Rights Reserved
Chris Holly’s Paranormal World
Email chrisholly61@yahoo.com Phone:631-887-4818

Reproduced courtesy of Chris Holly


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Author: Mike Perry

There are occultists who claim that the alphabet of Ogham or Ogam may have been the written language of Atlantis. It is also said to be the secret language of the Druids. But is any of this true? As far as I have seen there is no real connection between Ogham and Atlantis but there are connections with the Druids.

Ogam has been described as the Tree Language of the Druids. Each of the twenty-five letters (as seen on the left) is associated with a specific tree. B with birch, L with rowan, F with alder, S with willow and so on.

The term Druid can be translated as 'forest sage' or 'magician' but the most likely meaning is 'wise person of the oak'. So a link there with Ogham. What we can say for sure is that the alphabet was embraced in the Celtic culture of Ireland, Scotland, Wales, England (Cornwall) and the Isle of Man dating from between the 4th and 7th centuries AD. There are said to be 300-500 Ogham inscriptions on stone monuments throughout Ireland and western Britain. The Druids sometimes carve Ogham letters onto their wands.

The photo below shows an example of the alphabet used on a stone from Armagh, Ireland - known as the Drumconwell Ogham Stone, probably from about the year 400AD.



To encode a message or secret words in Ogham is quite easy. Simply draw a vertical line and transpose letters into Ogham strokes. There is one problem to this though as in the alphabet there are missing letters: J, K, P, W, X, Y and Z. So have to be careful as to what words are used.

Forgot to say that Ogham is believed to be named after the Gaulish god of Speech, Ogamus or Ogma.


Ogham Book of Ballymote 1390

Copyright©Mike Perry

Reproduced courtesy of Mike Perry

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Author: Robert McLuhan

Like many people, I've been trying to make sense of the stuff Anders Breivik has been coming out with during his trial. He's clearly a fantasist, but not clinically insane; he knew what he was doing.

Those of us who aspire to some kind of spiritual goal have to discipline ourselves. It requires an act of will to face down selfish desires, impatience, and do the right thing. We also intuitively understand that deliberately to take another human life is wrong, and indeed the most evil act that anyone can commit.

But Breivik was going in the opposite direction. To kill young people in cold blood, he said, he had to steel himself to overcome his sensitive nature. When he had victims in his sights and his finger hesitated on the trigger he kept telling himself that they weren't really innocent; they were working for multi-culturalism, and thereby destroying Norway's precious national identity.

So he wasn't killing out of hatred, like other homicidal nationalists. Quite the contrary, it was out of compassion for his countrymen, whom he thought he was rescuing from a terrible fate. It's scary to think that in some people an idea can have so much force as to overcome the natural aversion to cruelty that many if not most humans feel. It recalls Heinrich Himmler explaining to his SS underlings that the business of butchering other humans - men, women, children, the old and infirm - was bound to be upsetting, but had to be done.

What interests me especially is that Breivik does claim to be religious, at least 'a little bit'. He calls himself a 'militant Christian' and says he believes in an afterlife. He compares himself favourably with the leftwing Bader-Meinhof terrorists - atheists who didn't want to die and weren't prepared to sacrifice themselves. Peversely, although Islam is the enemy, he feels kinship with Islamic suicide bombers because they are prepared to martyr themselves. He says he'd rather live than die, but that he'd prefer execution to the 'pathetic' punishment of the maximum 21-year jail sentence.... continues

Copyright©Robert McLuhan


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Author: Mark Russell Bell

Daniel W. Fry chronicled his initial flying saucer contact experience in The White Sands Incident (1954). His report began —

White Sands Proving Grounds, July 4, 1950.

Tonight I joined the ranks of the F. S. B. (Flying Saucer Believers). Not only have I seen one, I have touched it, entered it, and ridden in it. Also, if I can still trust my senses, I have communicated at some length with the operators.

Now that it has gone, and I am back in my quarters, it seems more and more incredible that it could really have happened. With all the scientific brain and talent that is available at White Sands Proving Grounds, why should I, a simple technician, be chosen, either by chance or design, to be the first human of the present day earth, to ride in a true space vehicle? The improbability of the event is so great that I have almost begun to doubt my own sanity. Naturally, if I were to attempt to convince anyone else that I rode in a “saucer” tonight, I would soon find myself occupying a nicely padded cell in the nearest Booby Hatch. Still this is the greatest event in my life, and I can’t keep it entirely to myself, so I am writing this down exactly as it happened while it is still sharp and clear in my memory.

A brief biography about Fry was included in the book that included the following.

Mr. Fry has been employed for the past five years by Aerojet General Corporation, the world's largest developers and manufacturers of rocket engines.

During the years of 1949 and 1950, Mr. Fry spent most of his time at the White Sands Proving Ground in New Mexico, where he was engaged in setting up instrumentation for the testing of a series of very large motors..... continues

Copyright©Mark Russell Bell

Reproduced courtesy of Mark Russell Bell

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Author: Chris Holly

'Seeing is believing.' 'A picture is worth a thousand words.' 'I would not have believed it if I had not seen it with my own eyes.' I'm sure you've heard quotes like these all of your life. I'm also sure you've felt you needed to experience certain things for yourself before believing they were true. The people I've written about here felt that way about many subjects listed under the paranormal heading. They knew people talked about, wrote about and made movies about such things, but they really never believed any of it to be true – until, of course, they came face-to-face with such phenomena and saw the enigma up front and clearly - with their own eyes.

The first encounter that forced mostly skeptical eyes wide open happened to a young couple I know through a friend of a friend. I met the couple a few times briefly and could tell they felt I was that wacko who writes about all the crazy paranormal stuff! They look at me differently now - in fact, they look at lots of things differently now. This couple and their six-year-old son had what you would call a “life changing experience” one weekend late in the summer of 2011 while on a camping trip in the Catskill Mountains of upstate New York.

The three of them would often pack up their camping gear and take long weekends in different forested locations around the state. One spot they always enjoyed visiting was one of the many wooded areas of the Catskill Mountains. It was an easy drive from their home outside of New York City and a beautiful place to find nature and adventure for their little boy.

Late in September of 2011 the small family decided to spend a long weekend , while the weather remained warm , hiking among the Catskills. The would drive to an area where they could pull their large, older model van off the road and set up a small campsite close to where they wanted to explore the wooded mountainside. Their campsite consisted of a few folding chairs and a portable grill they placed on the ground as a small fire pit. For safety and comfort the three of them slept in sleeping bags inside the back of their van. The family would investigate the hiking paths during the day, returning to their makeshift campsite to cook a dinner of hotdogs and toasted marshmallows over their small campfire at day's end. At night they would sit and watch the sky until their little fire died away. Then, exhausted from a day of exploring, the family usually crawled into their van before 9 P.M., slipping into warm sleeping bags. The next day, dawn would start the pleasant routine all over again.

The weekend at the center of our story was like many others they'd enjoyed over that summer - hiking along the mountainside, sitting around the campfire and sleeping in the van. Then came the day the six-year-old grew tired and hungry about 5 P.M., sending the three back to their small campsite. The parents set about building a small fire in the portable grill and pulling out the cooler full of food for the night. The little boy played nearby with a handful of toys he brought along. With the fire crackling, the young wife poured enough water in a small pot to make some hot chocolate for the family to help with the colder air slowly beginning to make its way across the Catskills. It was still daylight, but the family was tired and their day was winding down.

They sat contently around the small fire, fussing with the food and talking about things they'd seen during their hike when the child stood up from where he was playing around on the ground with his toys. With his back to his parents, he was looking out towards the sky above a small valley below them. Suddenly he interrupted his parents by whispering to his father, "Dad, what is that thing?” At first the father continued talking to his wife when his little boy called to him again , sounding a bit more frightened, "Dad, that thing, what is it? It's scaring me!" With that the little boy backed up to his father and grabbed his shirt tightly.

Turning to face the small valley, the young father looked to see what was upsetting his son. His wife was now paying attention to what was happening as well..

In front of this small family, rising from the valley floor, was a huge oval-shaped craft. The hulking craft had sinister glow as it loomed over the valley, changing rapidly from blues to greens to purples; however, there was no hint of the familiar lights that announce the nighttime presence of a standard aircraft. The entire surface of the ominous craft glowed with the continuously changing colors. It appeared the craft was seamlessly fashioned of a silvery metal skin with rotating luminous neon colors. It didn't seem to have any windows, doors or breaks in its smooth metallic surface and made not even a single sound. The family stood awestricken and frightened for a few seconds as the massive craft rose above the mountain scenery

Quickly conquering feelings of nausea and overpowering fear, the husband, a combat hardened military veteran, knew he had to move his family to safety. He didn't want whatever controlled the threatening craft to notice them. Slowly, he bent to empty the pot of water on the fire, dousing the flames. He slowly swept up his son, whispering to the child not to make any noise, pulling the boy close while he reached for his wife's hand. He shook his head when she started to speak. The young husband slowly withdrew his family, silently, to the van. He opened the passenger door, motioning for his wife to get in and passing her the child who was now whimpering in fear. He slowly moved to the driver's side of the van, keeping wary eyes on the craft that continued to slowly rise from the valley. He slid into the van and started the engine, slowly guiding it into the tree line for concealment. The van was a dark green, and he hoped he could hide it from the view of whatever mastered the rising craft. He was trying to maintain concealment while putting distance between the fear inducing craft and his little family

At a crawl, the van edged its way along the tree line as the husband moved carefully away from the threatening craft. He did this until he could no longer see the UFO, hoping the craft's crew couldn't see him either. He slowly increased his speed, trying not to crash into any of the trees as he distanced his family from the mysterious giant object. He continued this path along the side of the road, under the trees, until he felt it was safe to take to the road's surface to get his family out of there as fast as possible.
The young family hit the road, speeding down the mountain as fast as they could, moving rapidly away from whatever it was that was rising above the valley.

The young husband headed the van for the closest area where other people would be and found a gas station at the bottom of the mountain road. The family, now shocked and still terrified, told the gas station owner what they had just seen. Strangely, the gas station owner didn't seem shocked, nor did he think they were crazy. He told them they did the right thing, getting out of there, and suggested the young man fill his tank and continue driving away from the area. The family took his advice, quickly finding their way to a heavily traveled highway and heading directly home.

When they were safely locked in far from the mountains in their own home, the young man called the sheriff's office responsible for the area where they had their ominous sighting to report what they had observed. A deputy politely took his report but showed no emotion or reaction to what the family had witnessed. The young husband couldn't tell if the lack of reaction was due to the deputy not believing him, or just the boredom that might set in for an official who had heard similar reports from a multitude of callers that night. The deputy had no response to the young man's question of whether others had reported the sighting besides him. The deputy simply thanked him and ended the call.

The couple had never thought much about things like UFOs before and never anticipated coming face-to-face with one while sitting around a campfire in the Catskills. Fortunately, the young father knew instinctively that he needed to get his family away from there as quickly and quietly as he could. He did an excellent job of keeping his focus and saving his family. The fact of the matter is that no one really knew exactly where this family was that day, and no one was near where they parked to spend the night in the woods. If the crew of the mysterious craft had noticed them and taken them, the family may have joined the ranks of the missing with no chance of anyone ever knowing what happened to them. The quick thinking that led the young father to rise above the terror of this situation was exactly the cool thinking needed to save his family from the possibility of an unknown fate.

This couple now knows these anomalous objects exist, and they're able to perform in ways that can't be matched by any known terrestrial aircraft. The object they witnessed was about the size of a cruise ship. Its illumination came from glowing rather than actual lights. It was silent, and even as large as it was, it could hover in mid air, slowly gaining altitude between periods of simply hanging still in the sky. The man told me only personally seeing such an object could ever convince him these fantastic aerial enigmas and their capabilities exist.

Not only did this family experience a life changing encounter, they received a lesson in keeping an open mind when it comes to claims about UFOs and similar seemingly outlandish things that are being reported worldwide.

That leads us to a report I personally received from a formerly skeptical source a few years ago. One of the things I've learned during the years I've been writing about the paranormal is that you never can be sure who will be the next person to tell you of an extraordinary event. More than once I've had one of my most strident critics or hardened skeptics tell me about something incredible that happened to them, something that challenged their beliefs and left them shaking their heads.

I'm both amused and amazed at these people who ridicule and give me a terrible time for years only to turn around and search me out to tell me of an incredible encounter of their own. The strange thing is no matter how clear and how bizarre their experience may have been, this type of individual will still hold onto the reasoning it was all explainable, or, at the most, a secret of our own government. Opening their minds to other explanations is just out of the question to this type of personality, even when the unknown is staring them directly in the face!

This sighting took place in West Haven, Connecticut. The event was experienced by a man who is a hardcore skeptic and his wife and two children. The belief challenging encounter with the unknown took place in the early 1990s.

In his own words, this is exactly what this man told me happened to him and his family:

"It was around the end of August. The family and I decided to go pick up a few burgers and take them down to the dock overlooking the water (the Long Island Sound) to eat them. By the time we picked up our food and made our way to the dock it was about 7 P.M. It was a beautiful day with a huge blue sky filled with big fluffy white clouds. We got our bag of food and drinks and parked at the dock along with about three other cars all doing the same thing as we were - eating. We were all sitting there looking out over the water enjoying our burgers looking at the water and sky when out of nowhere the water directly in front of the dock about 200 or so feet out from shore started to whirl. As the water swirled around up from the middle of it a big UFO came out of the water slowly rising right in front of us. At about 300 feet over the water it hesitated and simply hung there in the sky above the water. It was about as big as three school buses tied together. Oval or cigar shaped with a dome on top. The damn thing was big and right there in front of us. It was gunmetal gray with only two small blinking red lights on each either side of it. Otherwise no lights at all were visible. The thing just hovered there in the sky dripping. I thought it had to be a government secret craft of some type or maybe a hologram.

“I could hear the cars around me try to start their motors as soon as this thing started coming up out of the water. They could not turn over the car engines to start. I also tried to start my car as my first response, like the other cars, was to get away from this thing. The cars would not start. We all had no other choice but to sit and watch. No one wanted to get out of their car at this point. We did not know what this thing was or what it would do if we got out to run. We all just sat in our cars not knowing what to do.

“The UFO once again started to rise up into the sky. At this point I realized that clouds were directly over the craft and the craft seemed to be moving quickly toward them. Within a few seconds the UFO had entered the cloud cover above it and silently slipped deep into the cloud cover until you could barely make out the outline of the craft.

“We sat staring at this until I heard one of the other cars start. As soon as his car started all the other drivers tried and were able to start their cars too. The next thing we all heard were the squealing of tires as we all sped away from the dock as fast as possible.

“We drove home still a bit shocked at what he had just seen. Once safely inside our home I realized it was now nearly dark outside and glanced at the clock. It was nearly 9 PM. I could not understand where the time had gone as the entire sighting at the dock lasted only a few minutes. How we went from 7 to 9 PM was confusing. My wife and I talked it over and decided to call the police and ask if any military operations of any kind were taking place over the Long Island Sound. When we called our questions were received with at first a long silence and then a bit of confusion. The long and the short of it was that they did not know or hear of anything unusual going on.

“I know my family and I saw something unique that day. I have no idea what kind of experiment we were caught up in but feel it must have been either military or science driven. I would not even bring it up but since so many people are seeing things like we saw I thought I would throw my two cents in too."

That's what this man told me. I asked him why he ruled out the possibility this craft may have been something that didn't originate on our world. He simply laughed and said, “That's ridiculous and I'm not an idiot!" I felt it best to leave him thinking what he needed to think in order to deal with the incredible UFO sighting he and his family had while munching burgers in West Haven.

Many people see unusual things, and as you can see from the two reports I've given here, people also have their own views about what it is they witnessed.

Until we know for sure what these unidentified objects are that so many of us have reported seeing all over the world, we shouldn't discount any explanation, including the possibility they originate in a galaxy far away. For now we remain in the dark about who or what is behind the UFOs we're seeing and often recording on film. One day this phenomenon will be understood. Until then it will remain in the realm of the unknown.

♥ Copyright © 2012 Chris Holly all Rights Reserved

Chris Holly’s Paranormal World
Email chrisholly61@yahoo.com Phone: 631-887-4818

Reproduced courtesy of Chris Holly

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