is a strange field for one to become associated with, to say the least. While
many perceive it as the pursuit of imaginary beasts that, at best, might only
really kiss the face of tangibility within “the goblin universe,” there are
also encounters more true to the real world, in which case brushes with the
supposed beasts turn up in the unlikeliest places, which often border the
the various evolutionary grades of fauna, perhaps the most interesting to
extend into the realm of “mystery beasts” are those of the herpetological
variety. In other words, we are discussing our kindred fitted with scales: the
we have many tales of incredible encounters with water beasts and saurian
monstrosities do exist, we need not look that far beyond the ordinary to find
weird tales of mystery beasts. For instance, more than a decade ago, I received
the following correspondence from a gentleman in Georgia, who told of a truly
strange encounter a group of DOT workers claimed to have by a roadside one hot
very enthralled by cryptozoology, especially the variety dealing with critters
which seem to match no others extant, but seem as the denizens of a bad acid
central Georgia several years ago, a retired chiropractor, while driving to a
small-town, noticed a group of DOT (highway repair) workers standing in a
huddle on the side of the road. Since small town folk tend to know each other,
he stopped and inquired about the focus of their attention.
that they had captured what he describes as a rattlesnake with two front legs
and claws, from around which course hair hung forth.
guy is not a drunk, liar, or one to see things not there. I plan to try to
interview the people of that road crew if they're still around. I haven't had
time yet, and with cost of gas and long distances in this region…
who had possession of the critter said he wanted to stuff it. I would imagine
that a living entity would provide greater proof of it's being a true cryptid.
was the beast that Clyde described in his letter? As strange as a “legged”
rattlesnake may sound, there are instances on record that describe similar
discoveries. In January 2015, a snake with legs was found in the home of a
resident of Isabela, Philippines, which experts later determined to be a
genetic mutation. An almost identical deformity was noted with the discovery of
a snake in China in 2009, when the creature was discovered within a home making
its way slowly across an interior wall. The creature was found to have a
strange, frog-like leg protruding from its body. The strange incident was
reported in The Telegraph:
Qiongxiu, 66, said she discovered the reptile clinging to the wall of her
bedroom with its talons in the middle of the night.
woke up and heard a strange scratching sound. I turned on the light and saw
this monster working its way along the wall using his claw," said Mrs Duan
of Suining, southwest China.
said she was so scared she grabbed a shoe and beat the snake to death before
preserving its body in a bottle of alcohol.
snake – 16 inches long and the thickness of a little finger – is now being
studied at the Life Sciences Department at China's West Normal University in
addition to genuine snake species bearing such “vestigial” legs as a result of
mutations, there are also species of lizards known to science, known generally
as “legless lizards”, which have at times blurred the lines between serpents
and their legged kindred among the lizard family. In Vientiane, Laos in the
summer of 2011, a rare variety of the skink species, Lygosoma haroldyoungi, was found near the Kaisone temple, which
attracted interest for being mistaken as another “snake with legs”.
further complicate matters, here in the United States there are actually
varieties of legless lizards which otherwise appear identical to snakes, apart
from their lizard-like heads, ear openings, and movable eyelids that contrast
starkly with the physical characteristics of any snake species. To the
untrained eye, these slithering creatures might appear indistinguishable from
the common garter snake, an often colorful North American grass-dwelling snake
of the Thamnophis genus.
the tall-tales of early American folklore are the stories that common varieties
of snakes might take their own tales into their mouths, in the form of the
ancient symbol recognized as the ouroboros,
or more simply, the snake or dragon that consumes its own tale. In classical
symbolism, this form represented the concept of eternity, or the cyclical
self-reflexivity of the eternalistic nature of life itself; alchemists of yore
had once adopted it for this reason, as well as the theosophists of more modern
circles of thought.
of the deeper existential interpretations of the ouroboros since ancient times,
the frontier tales of a snake that would bite its own tail had been far more
practical in nature: quite simply, the “hoop snake,” as it was known, involved
a snake which would bite its own tail in order to make its escape by rolling
quickly down a hillside, rolling along like a single spinning wheel.
“hoop snake” is not relegated to American frontier folklore, however; regional
varieties have appeared in various traditions spanning the globe, from the
orient to the outback of Australia. In 1784, Tour magazine featured the
following account of one of the strange beasts in its U.S. edition:
serpents crawl upon their bellies, so can this; but he has another method of
moving peculiar to his own species, which he always adopts when he is in eager
pursuit of his prey; he throws himself into a circle, running rapidly around,
advancing like a hoop, with his tail arising and pointed forward in the circle,
by which he is always in the ready position of striking.
It is observed
that they only make use of this method in attacking; for when they flee from
their enemy they go upon their bellies, like other serpents. From the above
circumstance, peculiar to themselves, they have also derived the appellation of
far as the reasons why a real, living snake might bite its own tail, locomotion
for any purpose is hardly of any likelihood. However, some snakes will become
disoriented if they become overheated (a common ailment which may beset pet
snakes kept under a heating lamp for too long), which can lead to the creatures
biting their own tails and attempting to consume themselves. Certain other
species of snakes are known for eating other smaller (and often poisonous)
snake species; when in captivity, if these species are kept in too small an
enclosure, they may be prone to encounter their own tails and, mistaking it for
being another, smaller snake, may begin to consume themselves in a similar
fashion, which can require surgical intervention in order to remove the snake
from itself in more extreme instances.
such circumstances may explain the myth behind the symbol of the ouroboros, it
seems less likely that a snake biting its own tail would be capable of
locomotion while in this contorted condition. And yet, as a child, my own
grandmother had claimed that she and a number of schoolchildren had witnessed a
snake moving down a hillside in this manner near Weaverville, North Carolina,
some time in the early part of the twentieth century.
there is really more to our slithering serpent kindred than most of us would
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Below we share an excerpt from Chapter 9 of this new release: Fear or Be Feared.
I don’t know who I am. I don’t know why
I am here. I don’t know what my purpose is on the planet. I have so much to
say, yet it is as if something chokes the words in my throat and does not let
me speak. There is a pounding in my gut. I want to scream at times. There is so
much inside of me that wants to be heard, to be seen, to be shared—to serve.
But who am I? I am not like other people. I don’t
have what it takes. I am not smart enough. I don’t look like them. And, what do
I have to say, anyway? Why on earth would I be so special? I wish I knew how to
be strong. I wish I were not afraid to leap. I might take a wrong step or make
a mistake! How do I know if I am doing the right thing?
I become paralyzed inside myself, unable to move.
And the world just passes me by. I feel so small at times. I just want to hide
and escape. I am even afraid people can see that about me. What if I fail? What
if I am laughed at, or embarrassed? I am afraid. What about my secrets? What am
I thinking? I can’t be anything more than I am. Most of all, I just don’t know
Continue this dialogue, using your feelings
and words. Journal your thoughts before moving to Mind Fullness. If words do
not come, draw. If you cannot draw, doodle. Breathe. Feel. Allow. Receive.
know as much about fear as we do about Love, really not knowing either because
we never address them head on. We talk about them. But when have we faced them,
held them, or become truly intimate with them? When have we stood with them?
When have we gotten to know them—really listened to them? They are casual
acquaintances that we turn our backs on. They remain under the surface as
relationships we pretend not to have, until we choose to know them better so
they may be given what they most need: attention and Love. They are “calls for
individuals think they Love themselves. They hope they do. They want to believe
they are doing so. But is it true? Our actions, our lives, and, most
importantly, our words betray us. Just listen to how you think or speak about
yourself, your body, and your life. These very words and thoughts are actually
the voices of deeper fears that are carried.\
are unwilling to allow the heights of Love to the same degree you cannot face
and embrace your fears. Just as many are in Love with the “idea of Love,” never
really surrendering to the full-bodied experience of it, most live in fear of
the “concept of fear,” never really taking the time to dive in to see what is
there—if it is actually real or simply perceived. You will likely discover you
have already created most of your worst fears, or you are on your way there if
not taking the time to dive inward. When you dig really deep, you will discover
all that remains is simply the concept of fear, clamoring in the bottom of
container lacking of evidence.
Do you know what Love Is?
Do you Love yourself?
Can you Love better?
Do you fear yourself?
Does fear run your life?
Does fear rule your choices?
Is fear the security blanket you use to not have
questions will stop you in your tracks, and leave you speechless. Are you
afraid of yourself? The quick response would likely be no. Check the internal response. You may discover a silent, quivering yes. Most of the world is. Just look at the degree of violence
and war present today. We project it outwardly, suppressing the self, in fear
of seeing it, feeling it, recognizing it, owning it. We do not want to face it.
What is “it”? It is the dark resting inside.
are afraid of the dark. There is a monster in there. Even worse, we might
discover that the monster is the same face being reflected back from the
mirror. In looking too deep, we may even discover a degree of hatred—self-hatred—we
never wanted to know. If there is an uneasiness wriggling inside, you may have
stirred it within your “sleep” and bump into it fleetingly on a daily basis
through your experiences.
typically gets packaged in a nice, neat, little compartment, way back in
mindless storage, where it only needs to be looked upon once in a while, if at
all. You might discover it is hiding with the Love that you also lock away.
Unless you do a thorough inventory, you will never account for it. Yet,
somewhere inside, we do keep checks and balances of all actions, words, and
thoughts. Upon that moment of reconciliation, an audit takes place that clearly
illustrates whether we have richly banked each moment or reached the point of
emotional and spiritual bankruptcy. Completely unaware of the reserves that lay
hidden deeply within the well, deposits are tucked and sealed away in the body
vault. In every account, the interest accumulated will be the savings of a
lifetime that return what was meant for you all along.
if you have done much inner work, there are pieces and parts of your life, of
yourself, you are too afraid to look at. Fear stands in front of Love because
it protects. It stands guard at the door, knowing it has to lead the way. It is
the bridge between you and your Love. What lay between you and fear? A walk in
the dark, as dark as night, utilizing everything outside of you, for as long as
you choose. These things will tug at you, pull at you, agitate you, and ask you
to let go of them, especially those you most cherish. Fear will taunt and tease
the mind with chatter around the past and the future, leaving you questioning
how to save, fix, or heal the situation. You will react in ways that activate
your masculine sense of doing, believing enough action will make the change.
However, only one simple step actually creates the miracle: you opening to
feel. You must be the change. Everything about you must
change from a place of mindset and heart-set. Love is bringing up everything
unlike itself for the sake of being known. What lay between you and Love? Only
your self-created veils of resistance, warrior-ship, and pride. They begin
appearing in increasing degrees until you surrender what you Love and what you
want to be at peace, prosperous, and abundant, and find Love. We want to be
whole, discovering the breadth of our Light and the depths of the soul, but we do not know how. We seek to find the way, the
truth, and the life, but we keep seeking outwardly, instead of
hearing the sacred spoken message to “go inside.” The way is on the inside. The
truth is on the inside. The life we outwardly keep searching for lay on the
desire to be with the Divine, immersing ourselves in all that is holy and
venturing into lands of ecstatic trance. We seek to be timeless, boundless, and
expansive, but unwilling to recognize inherent qualities of omniscience,
omnipotence, and Godliness.
holds human beings back from what is most desired? The answer is distraction
from the truth path of longing and Belonging, where Lover meets BeLoved.
Uniting within the shadows of the night and ever-expanding horizons of Light,
emergence happens when merging takes precedence.
turn away from the past. Everyone wants the grass that is greener on the other
side. Their own is brown and dead, only because they have not been tending to
it. In a world of humans being, humans doing, and the dead walking, what has
been lost? Our humanity—mistakenly referenced outwardly as seven-billion-plus
one of us has lost varying levels of personal humanity. Not as elevated as
animals, nor as authentic as beasts. Not as enlightened as the mythical beings,
or ascended as the great Masters. We are fallen angels trying to rise above
ourselves after having clipped our own wings. Upon the surface, we bow down to
others who have also fallen, wearing the most intricate of masks in a great
ball called Earth.
Does the ball have to come to an end for all masks
to fall and angels to rise, or can you create heaven on earth by bringing Light
to all that is in the shadows and darkness?
Can you invite onto life’s grand stage the fallen,
the weak, the derelict, and the homeless?
Can you bring forth the insanity, giving it the spotlight
to be seen?
Can you ask the beaten, the bruised, the imprisoned,
and the molested to stand with you in the bubbling fountains of used and
abused, as the waters of re-memory bathe you back into your mellifluence?
cleansing waters will heal all the his-tory and her-story that has compiled
over time. They will wash through the great divide between masculine and
feminine forces, creating a unified Divine river that nourishes all back to
their righteous place in the kingdom of heaven. The water flows nearby, within
our grasp right here, right now. It begins with a baptism upon all that is
separate. A blessed communion bathes each one of us in the Light of Christ
Consciousness, being the Light of unconditional Love, acceptance, and
compassion. The problem is not the sin we believe we have committed. It is that
we have become gluttons for punishment and intoxicated by our own stories.
want to forgive them. They want to forgive us. But how and who and when and why
should we? Forgiveness is necessary, but celebration is liberation for one
and all. Celebration of what happened, how it happened, why it happened, and to
whom it happened is the calibration that moves us from a victim’s story into
the sacredness of the whole Divine text.
are each a sacred text walking, filled with wisdom, a plethora of story—and a
whole lot of made-up stuff. Because we are good at making stuff up! But sacred,
nonetheless! And yet, we are scared at the same time, mostly of the stuff we
made up. This scare-city we call earth will only come into its whole-fullness
when we are real with one another: open, honest, vulnerable, and transparent.
have been determined to be God-fearing; it is time to be God-loving. Who do you
think God is, anyway? Just look around and you will see God, in everyone and
everything— animate and inanimate. If you cannot see God in all, then you
cannot see God at all. The world is in a state of fear because we are seeing
All That Is from a displaced perception. Instead, become gods walking that are “all-seeing
have come here to do what we have come to do—in Oneness, in pieces, and parts—in
fragmentation and unification, through the beauty of story and for play. Let
yourself be open to the idea that all of your life has not been Love, but
instead, a call for Love, two halves of a whole in beautiful harmony, the
comedy and tragedy, yin and yang—the absolute beginning courtship of a romance
of Lover and BeLoved. In this union, a call for Love brings on relationship; an
idea of life that offers opportunities for greater connection and aliveness.
is time to open your heart, tearing down the walls built around it to keep
everyone and everything at arm’s length. It is what life shows each one of us
How do you keep people at a distance?
How do you test them?
How have you prejudged every relationship
What is your life revealing to you, about you?
you can see beneath the surface of the physical body, it may look hardened,
fractured, or decayed. Your heart will show you the texture, even though the
mind may convince you otherwise. Beneath this calcified landscape lay the
authentic you. Chipping away at what is hardened need not be work. It requires
presence, a commodity that is a rare treasure. Take stock of everything that
has led you to this point and build bonds that will grow exponentially.
time to know the truth, hear the truth, and tell the truth. In attention and
present intention, open to receive more Love while also realizing that it is
all a call for Love. Judgment day has come. This is the day of reckoning. Will
you judge or be judged? Will you set yourself free? Speak now or forever hold
your “piece”? We are made up of many fragmented pieces that are to be
reclaimed, reunited, and recognized. When we find each one, we also find peace.
Who is the one calling for Love?
Who is the one to BeLoved?
From where and when, why, and from how far back?
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probably won’t surprise many to learn that the British Isles – which are
steeped in legend, myth, and folklore - have traditions of full-blown
lycanthropy in their midst that date back more than 1,000 years.
of the most famous of all such beasts has become known as the “Flixton
werewolf.” It was a marauding animal that prowled around the village of
Flixton, North Yorkshire, around 940 AD. It struck terror into the hearts of
the locals as it went on violent killing sprees, reportedly at the bidding of a
sinister magician who was familiar with the black-arts.
have other cases of alleged sightings of werewolves in Britain from times long
gone, including the 12th and 15th centuries. But, what
may well surprise many is that these legendary, menacing shape-shifters are
still seen today. Welcome to the diabolical world of what I call the “Graveyard
a creature that haunts a certain cemetery in central England, one which is located
only about a fifteen-minute drive from where I grew up as a child. It’s known
locally as the “German Cemetery,” as a result of the fact that it contains the
remains of numerous German military personnel, who died on British soil during both
the First and the Second World Wars. Its official title, however, is the
Cannock Chase German War Cemetery.
it was at this particular location, in 2007, that sightings began of something
very strange, and downright monstrous. You have probably, by now, guessed what
it was. That’s right: nothing less than a definitive werewolf.
controversy (which soon overflowed with hysteria) began in late April 2007,
when the local newspaper, the Stafford
Post, astounded and entertained the folk of the Cannock Chase with the
rash of sightings of a ‘werewolf’ type creature prowling around the outskirts
of Stafford have prompted a respected Midlands paranormal group to investigate.
West Midlands Ghost Club says they have been contacted by a number of shocked
residents who saw what they claimed to be a ‘hairy wolf-type creature’ walking
on its hind legs around the German War Cemetery, just off Camp Road, in between
Stafford and Cannock. Several of them claim the creature sprang up on its hind
legs and ran into the nearby bushes when it was spotted.”
Duffy, of the West Midlands Ghost Club, went public with what he knew of this
monster-mystery: “The first person to contact us was a postman, who told us he
had seen what he thought was a werewolf on the German War Cemetery site. He
said he was over there on a motorbike and saw what he believed was a large dog.
When he got closer, the creature got on his hind legs and ran away.”
there was the case of a local scout-leader, who said of his encounter at the
cemetery: “It just looked like a huge dog. But when I slammed the door of my
car it reared up on its back legs and ran into the trees. It must have been
about six to seven feet tall. I know it sounds absolutely mad, but I know what
the aftermath of the initial sightings, even more controversial stories began
circulating amongst the people of the surrounding villages and hamlets that are
situated close to the cemetery. There was hushed talk of pet dogs going missing
– and on a large scale, no less. Others spoke of hideous creatures – half-man
and half-wolf – creeping out of old and abandoned mines across the Chase; the
theory being that they dwelled deep below the ground, only surfacing to feed
savagely on whatever crossed their paths.
this, an off the record source, one that the media described as a “senior local
resident,” said: “It’s a fact that there has been significant mining activity
under Cannock Chase for centuries. And it's a fact there is a high rate of
domestic pet disappearance in the area - especially dogs off the lead. Just ask
anyone who walks their dog near the German War Cemetery.”
this was not the first time that something strange and sinister, and of wolfish
proportions, had been seen in the area. On the morning of June 28, 2006,
numerous motorists passing junction 10A on the M6 Motorway reported seeing a
strange beast that the press described as “a wolf-like creature” that was
“racing between lanes at rush hour.”
creature reportedly charged around the busy lanes at an incredible rate of
speed, skillfully avoiding cars, trucks, and motorbikes as it did so. The
Highways Agency announced that its staff was determined to get to the bottom of
the mystery. They did not. The final words from the agency were that a rumor
was going around suggesting the creature had been captured “…but we don’t know
where, who by, or what it was.” In other words, no-one really had a clue what
was going on.
I grew up in the area where the werewolf encounters occurred, the local press
contacted me on several occasions for my views on the werewolf wave of 2007.
When my comments were published – in both the Stafford Post and the Chase
Post newspapers – it led several people to contact me with their own,
hitherto unknown sightings.
were all eerily similar: the location was the same, the old cemetery. And the
nature of the beast was the same, too: it had the ability to run on both two
legs and four, and when standing on its hind legs it reached a height of around
seven feet. There was something else, too: all of the witnesses got a sudden
feeling – but for reasons they couldn’t fathom – that the beast was both
supernatural and downright evil.
there were no human casualties and the sightings of the graveyard werewolf
finally faded away, as the summer of 2007 became the autumn, and as the days
became shorter and the nights became longer.
may never know, for sure, what the creature was, from where it came, or to where
it vanished. But for the people that live in the vicinity of the Cannock Chase
German War Cemetery, it’s likely to be a mayhem-filled few months they will
never, ever forget.
Nick Redfern is the author of many books, including his new release Close Encounters of the Fatal Kind . He has appeared on more than 70 TV shows, including: Fox News; the BBC’s Out of This World; the SyFy Channel’s Proof Positive; the History Channel’s Monster Quest, America’s Book of Secrets, Ancient Aliens, and UFO Hunters; the National Geographic Channel’s Paranatural; and MSNBC’s Countdown. Nick writes regularly for UFO Magazine, Mysterious Universe, and Fate.