Wednesday, April 15, 2015

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Wednesday, April 8, 2015

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Wednesday, April 1, 2015

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Thursday, March 26, 2015

Creature of the Month: Reptilicus Anomalous: Strange Tales of Scales by Micah Hanks

Cryptozoology 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 everyday.
Amidst 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 reptiles.

While 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 summer day:

I am 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 trip.
Here in 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.
It seems that they had captured what he describes as a rattlesnake with two front legs and claws, from around which course hair hung forth.      
The old 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…
The fool 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.
Sincerely yours,

What 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:  

Dean Qiongxiu, 66, said she discovered the reptile clinging to the wall of her bedroom with its talons in the middle of the night.
"I 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.
Mrs Duan said she was so scared she grabbed a shoe and beat the snake to death before preserving its body in a bottle of alcohol.
The 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 Nanchang.

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”.

To 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.

Among 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.

Regardless 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.

The “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:

“As other 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 hoop snakes.

As 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.

Though 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. 
Perhaps there is really more to our slithering serpent kindred than most of us would ever realize.

Micah Hanks is a writer, researcher, lecturer, and radio personality whose work addresses a variety of scientific concepts and unexplained phenomena. Over the last decade, his research has examined a variety of approaches to studying the unexplained, cultural phenomena, human history, and the prospects of our technological future as a species as influenced by science.

He is author of several books, including his 2012 New Page Books release, The UFO Singularity, The Ghost RocketsMagic, Mysticism and the Molecule, and Reynolds Mansion. Hanks produces a weekly podcast, The GralienReport, which follows his research.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

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Wednesday, March 4, 2015

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Saturday, February 28, 2015

Your Journey to Love: Fear or Be Feared by SIMRAN

The greatest quest in live is to Love and Be Loved. Love continually reveals everything unlike itself. Through self-discovery, real connection, and communion, the relationship that unfolds is the greatest love of all.  Your Journey to Love is a guiding path along the inner road to true love.

Below we share an excerpt from Chapter 9 of this new release: Fear or Be Feared.

Heart Fullness
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 how

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.

Mind Fullness

We 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 Love.”

Most 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.\

You 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 Love?

These 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.

We 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.

Fear 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.

Even 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 fear.

We 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 inside.

We 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.

What 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.
Most 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 people.

Each 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?

These 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.
We 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.

We 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.
We 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 gods.”

We 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.

It 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 about us.

How do you keep people at a distance?
How do you test them?
How have you prejudged every relationship experience?
What is your life revealing to you, about you?

Imagine 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.

It’s 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?

SIMRAN is a creative visionary, love catalyst, and rebel humanitarian in the realms of metaphysics and spirituality. Her work inspires people to live beyond self-imposed limitations, allowing life to be experienced courageously and boldly.  In addition to speaking nationally and internationally, Simran initiates movement into new paradigms for humanity through vulnerability, realness, and loving expression.  Simran is also the author of Conversations with the Universe and 

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Creature of the Month: The Graveyard Werewolf by Nick Redfern

It 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.

One 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.

I 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 Werewolf.”

It’s 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.

And, 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.

The 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 following story:

“A 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.”

Nick 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.”

Then 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 I saw.”

In 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.

Echoing 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.”

Interestingly, 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.”

The 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.

As 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.

They 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.

Thankfully, 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.

We 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 QuestAmerica’s Book of SecretsAncient Aliens, and UFO Hunters; the National Geographic Channel’s Paranatural; and MSNBC’s CountdownNick writes regularly for UFO MagazineMysterious Universe, and Fate.
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