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This week Conspiracy Journal brings you such soul-searing stories as:

- Mysterious Booms Return To Wisconsin -
- Bigfoot: The UFO Controversy -
The Probability That You Are Dreaming Right Now? 1 in 10 -
Midtown Manhattan Hotel Has a Ghostly Past -
AND: Mutant Hares, Modern Satyrs and Centaurs

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The Authentic Book Of Ultra-Terrestrial Contacts

From The Secret Alien Files of UFO Researcher Timothy Green Beckley


The Ultra-Terrestrials are here and they are walking amongst us! According to the world famous “Mr UFO” Timothy Green Beckley, throughout history we have been encircled by invisible beings who can upon occasion materialize and take up a variety of shapes and facades – even looking so human in appearance so that they can walk on the surface undetected. Some of these beings may come in peace. . . while others are here for their own nefarious purposes, perhaps going so far as to control our minds, possess our body and do bloodcurdling experiments upon us.


This work includes dozens and dozens of strange cases taken from over 40 years of dedicated research by the author who was editor for over twenty five years of UFO REVIEW – THE OFFICIAL FLYING SAUCER NEWSPAPER, and UFO UNIVERSE sold on newsstands worldwide. He has appeared on Coast to Coast AM, the History Channel’s UFO Hunters and most recently William Shatner’s Weird Or What? show where he revealed the true origins of a strange little creature who had been captured in a animal trap in Mexico and mistaken for an “alien baby,” which it definitely is not! Though its actual origin is even stranger and more abnormal.

Here are case studies that have never been published. For example... The trucker who says he took a space journey that covered Light Years. – The man from Tehran who claims “I was taken inside a flying saucer!” – The nine foot Martians and the Silvery Midgets. – Flower “People” and Alien Pods.– Space Monsters from afar . – The Emissaries of Peace, the Spacemen who seek love and not war!

Mr UFO says once we have separated the good and the negative Ultra-Terrestrials that it can benefit us to institute contact with these beings. He tells us how to contact the peace loving Guardians. How to set up a telepathic bond with The Watchers. Here are even the plans for The Nikola Tesla Scope, a communications device which may be used to “talk” with the “Outsiders.”

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Mysterious Booms Return To Wisconsin

Mysterious booms that plagued several towns in Wisconsin earlier this year appear to have returned, with an eyewitness reporting hearing the strange noises repeatedly over a 30 minute period in late July.

The booms, described as a rumbling noise coming from deep underground, stoked intrigue earlier this year and a US Geological Survey investigation after being reported over several weeks in the town of Clintonville. The strange noises were also heard and felt in Baraboo and Montello.

The USGS eventually concluded that the booms were caused by an unusual “swarm” of earthquakes that hit a region not noted for its seismic activity. However, a separate seisometer study conducted when the booms briefly returned following the conclusion of the USGS inquiry found that the sounds were not being caused by earthquakes.

Despite the fact that a number of residents rejected the earthquake explanation, noting that the booms were reported before the first earthquake was measured, the story disappeared when the booms ceased.

However, the phenomenon appears to have returned with a Wisconsin resident telling us how they experienced a series of sustained booms last night over a period of half an hour.

“I live about 60 miles from Baraboo and my family and I heard some booms last night just a little after 1am,” writes Shawn McConaghy

“Sound and shaking didnt appear to be from the same central point…it was weird! It went on for 30 minutes or so and we heard about 20 booms. To me they sounded like someone slamming the earth with a big machine,” added McConaghy, noting that the booms also sounded like “a giant walking”

“We live out in the country and i’m not aware of anyone else hearing it,” he adds.

Over the last year, there have been a rash of reports concerning strange noises heard both underground and in the sky.

From bizarre “groaning” sounds to trumpet-like noises, a lot of the reports can be explained away as hoaxes or some form of mass hysteria as we approach the end of the year and fever builds over widely discussed Mayan prophecies about end of the world scenarios.

However, the booms heard in Wisconsin are by no means a figment of people’s imagination. They have beenmeasured and documented by audio engineers.

Theories as to their cause have ranged from the mundane to the exotic.

Some think the booms are caused by underground tunneling machines which are being used to drill subterranean military bases.

Others point to CO2 sequestration or fracking as the culprit, noting that both have been known to cause small and moderate man-made earthquakes.

Some also think that the High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program (HAARP), which is often blamed for unexplained weather and seismic events due to its highly secretive nature, is causing the booms while others point to the myriad of geoengineering programs currently being conducted across the United States as a possible explanation.

What do you think? Have you experienced the booms in your area and what could be causing them?

Source: Info Wars


Bigfoot: The UFO Controversy
By Nick Redfern

Right now, I am putting the final touches to a new book – to be titled Wildman! – that will be an in-depth and extensive study of a very strange and controversial subject: Bigfoot in Britain. Not a subject that you hear too much about, but one that very much exists. It is, however, the nature of that existence that is important.

Many researchers of the phenomenon are convinced that people do see such creatures in the UK, but that they are not the flesh and blood beasts they appear to be. One of the people I have interviewed extensively for Wildman is Ronan Coghlan, the author of a number of acclaimed books, including A Dictionary of Cryptozoology and – with Gary Cunningham – The Mystery Animals of Ireland.

Ronan says: “The idea that there is a viable, reproducing population of apes or humanoids in Britain is totally risible; it just couldn’t be. So, alternative explanations for their presence are to be sought. A lot of the British reports seem to be quite authentic. So, there probably are actual beasts or humanoids out there. And the question is: How did they arrive there in the first place?”

Ronan answers his question with the following words of reply: “It’s now becoming acceptable in physics to say there are alternative universes.”

He continues on this controversial but thought-provoking path: “The main pioneer of this is Professor Michio Kaku, of the City College of New York.  He has suggested that not only are there alternate universes, but when ours is about to go out in a couple of billion years, we might have the science to migrate to a more congenial one that isn’t going to go out.

“I think he expects science to keep improving for countless millennia, which is very optimistic of him, but whatever one thinks about that, the idea of alternative universes is now gaining an acceptance among physicists, and he’s the name to cite in this area.”

The subject is far from one lacking in mysteries and questions, however, as Ronan acknowledges: “Now, how do you get into, or out of, alternative universes? Well, the answer is quite simple: You have heard of worm-holes, I’m sure? No-one has ever seen a worm-hole, I hasten to add. They are hypothetical, but mainstream physicists say they could be there, and there’s one particular type called the Lorentzian Traversable Wormhole.

“Physicists admit there is a possibility that this exists, and it would be like a short-cut, from one universe to another. Thus, for example, it’s rather like a portal: Something from the other universe would come through it. Or, something from another planet could come through it.”

Turning his attentions towards the links between worm-holes and bizarre beasts, Ronan comments that: “If there are any of these worm-holes on Earth, it would be quite easy for anything to come through, and it’s quite possible any number of anomalous creatures could find their way through from time to time. That would tend to indicate there’s a worm-hole in the vicinity; such as Point Pleasant, West Virginia, where the Mothman was seen.

“I have the distinct suspicion we are dealing with window-areas that either contact some other planet, or they contact another universe. My money is on the other universe, rather than the other planet, to be honest with you. Either a short-cut through time, or a short-cut through space, is recognized as possible these days. This is kind of cutting-edge physics, as it were.

“Now, the other one isn’t cutting-edge physics at all. It’s my own little theory. I think, looking at a great many legends, folk-tales, and things of that nature, it is possible to vibrate at different rates. And if you vibrate at a different rate, you are not seen. You are not tangible. And, then, when your vibration changes, you are seen, and you are tangible; maybe that this has something to do with Bigfoot appearing and disappearing in a strange fashion.

“And, finally, on the question of UFOs: Quite a large number of Bigfoot-type creatures have been seen in the vicinity of UFOs. I’m not saying there’s necessarily a connection between the two, but they do – quite often – turn up in the same areas. Now, if UFOs travel by worm-holes, and if Bigfoot does the same, that might allow for a connection between the two. They might not be mutually exclusive.”

Regardless of the extent to which certain aspects of the worm-hole theories may be wholly theoretical, possible, or literal reality, and whether or not there is some connection between UFOs and Bigfoot, Ronan is absolutely certain of one thing: “There’s no possibility of a British, native, great-ape.”

Source: Mania.com


The Real Snake Island

Off the shore of Brazil, almost 93 miles away from São Paulo downtown, is Ilha de Queimada Grande...better known as 'Snake Island.' A deserted island where the forest floor writhes with the world's most venomous vipers. There are the stories...a fisherman found dead on his boat, its deck awash with his blood and a lighthouse keeper and his family massacred in a nocturnal snake invasion of their isolated cottage home.

The island is untouched by human developers, and for very good reason. Researchers estimate that on the island live between one and five snakes per square meter. That figure might not be so terrible if the snakes were, say, 2 inches long and nonvenomous. The snakes on Queimada Grande, however, are a unique species of pit viper, the Golden Lancehead Viper (Bothrops insularis). The Lancehead genus of snakes is responsible for 90% of Brazilian snakebite-related fatalities. The Golden Lanceheads that occupy Snake Island grow to well over half a meter long, and they possess a powerful fast-acting poison that melts the flesh around their bites. Golden Lanceheads are so dangerous that, with the exception of some scientific outfits, the Brazilian Navy has expressly forbidden anyone from landing on the island.

The venom these snakes inject is so powerful that it can kill two men at once. This venom is fast-acting too, since it simply melts the flesh surrounding the bite. The scaly creatures breed all year round, producing 50 babies each time. With no enemies, the snakes have been able to take over the island and populate it quite freely. They survive mainly on migratory birds that use the island as a resting point.

Locals in the coastal towns near Queimada Grande love to recount two grisly tales of death on the island. In one, a fisherman unwittingly wanders onto the island to pick bananas. Naturally, he is bitten. He manages to return to his boat, where he promptly succumbs to the snake's venom. He is found some time later on the boat deck in a great pool of blood.

The other story is of the final lighthouse operator and his family. One night, a handful of snakes enter through a window and attack the man, his wife, and their three children. In a desperate gambit to escape, they flee towards their boat, but they are bitten by snakes on branches overhead.

Marcelo Duarte, a biologist who has visited Snake Island over twenty times, says that the locals' claim of one to five snakes per square meter is an exaggeration, though perhaps not by much. One snake per square meter is more like it. Not that that should ease one's mind: At one snake per meter, you're never more than three feet away from death. - atlasobscura.com / odditycentral.com

National Geographic Film Crew Meets 'The Golden Killer!'

We were on the uninhabited mysterious Brazilian island of Queimada Grande to make a film about some incredibly venomous snakes. With our crew were scientists from Instituto Butantan, a huge venom-research facility in Sao Paulo.

I’d long wished for a trip to a deserted island—a place where I could look for miles around and see just about nothing. No humanity, no cities, only the Atlantic Ocean forever.

I got my wish, mostly. (There were a few fishing boats around, and if the day was clear I could see another island in the distance.) But we really had come to one of the most rugged places I’ve ever been.

Our boat could only come within about 150 meters (164 yards) of the island. We had to take an inflatable dinghy the rest of the way, then scramble up a sheer, rocky slope which I heard described as“slippery as snot” and which was coated with potentially hand-slicing barnacles. No beach at all on Queimada Grande.

And when we hiked up steep and bushy trails populated by nesting seabirds, we know that if we tripped, it could have been the last mistake we’d make. Thousands of deadly snakes, called golden lanceheads, were lying in wait for their next victims. I could only hope they preferred birds over people.

I’d been looking forward to camping on the island for four days, but it was hard to constantly remember that I could never let down my guard—no leaning on trees when I’m tired, no sitting on stumps after a grueling hike, no anything without examining the area first.

“There’s one right next to you—MOVE!” yelled herpetologist Brady Barr on our first long day. So what did I do? I froze. Bad idea.

Right next to me was one of the most venomous snakes in the world. It was a golden lancehead, a species that lives on Queimada Grande and nowhere else in the world.

The biggest reason the island is so deserted is that these snakes cover the island. Experts say there’s one golden lancehead here per square meter (1.2 square yards). Each golden lancehead’s venom is five times more potent that of its closest relative, the fer-de-lance, responsible for most snakebite deaths in South America.

“Which side is he on, which side, which side?” I shrieked, while I stood there, feet frozen with fear. “Just move!” Brady bellowed.

In a split second Beto, a crewmember, pulled me backward. I finally saw my would-be assassin. It was a small snake, no more than a foot (0.3 meter) long. But as I watch its lancelike head pulling back after its thwarted attempt to bite me in the waist, I realized I’d never come so close to death.

I had actually aided the camouflaged snake in its assault, just by standing there. The Golden Lancehead is a pit viper, so it hunts by sensing heat through little pits in the side of its face. By standing still I had made myself like a little burner, and a better target.

The whole crew faced the same danger I faced each minute we were there. We’re grateful that the remarkable images and information we gathered were worth the risk. - National Geographic - 'Snake Island'

NOTE: I have been told that the Brazilian government is attempting to remove any information that would encourage people to visit the island. I did notice that many of the videos about the location have been pulled...especially those promoting fishing off shore. I suppose curiosity would get the better of some people leading to certain death and liability. Lon

Source: Phantoms and Monsters


The Probability That You Are Dreaming Right Now? 1 in 10
by Maria Popova

Navigating the maze of dream-decisions, dream-consequences, and the invariable world of experiences.

The fabric and nature of reality has long been the subject of science, philosophy, media propaganda, and even entertainment, in films like Abre los ojos (Open Your Eyes) (remade in 2001 as Vanilla Sky). In Reality: A Very Short Introduction (public library) from Oxford University Press, philosophy professor and metaphysics researcher Jan Westerhoff explores the enormously difficult, yet enormously alluring question of what is really real. Among the book’s most fascinating mind-benders is this passage on the probability — the jarringly high probability, if all the math and hypotheticals check out — that you are dreaming right now:

    Contemplating the possibility that you are dreaming right now is certainly very perplexing. You might think that it is also exceedingly unlikely, something in the same ballpark as hitting the jackpot in a lottery or suddenly dropping dead. There are various things that are theoretically possible, even though their probability is very low (such as a monkey randomly hitting on a typewriter writing out the complete works of Shakespeare, or the sudden disappearance of objets to to an effect called ‘quantum tunnelling’). If you don’t worry that this book might suddenly disappear from your hand due to some bizarre quantum effect, why worry that you might be dreaming right now?

    The reason why you should worry is that the chances of you dreaming at this very moment are far, far greater. Let’s do a quick calculation. We optimistically assume that you get eight hours of sleep a night, which leaves sixteen hours during which you are awake. Sleep researchers have found out that there is a strong correlation between dreaming and being in so-called REM (rapid eye movement) sleep. REM sleep is characterized by rapid movement of the eyeballs; the brain is highly active, its electric activity resembles that of a waking brain, but the sleeper is more difficult to wake than during slow-wave or non-REM sleep. We know that between 2-% and 25% of our sleep is REM sleep. Taking the lower value and assuming that you always and only dream during REM sleep, this gives us 1.6 hours of dreaming ever night. As there are therefore 1.6 hours of dream consciousness for every 16 hours of waking consciousness, this means that your chance of dreaming at any given moment is 1 in 10. This quite a high probability — for comparison: the chance of winning the jackpot of a typical lottery is about 1 in 14 millions (this means that if you bought a ticket every week, you will have one win on average every 250,000 years); the chance of the author of this book dying in an accident within the next year is somewhat less than 1 in 2,500.

    So there is a significant chance of you dreaming right now. But does it matter? To be sure, we can’t exclude the possibility that this is all a dream, but as long as it continues, it will not make the slightest difference to how we lead our lives. Even if the £5 note in my pocket is just dream-money, and the strawberry cake I but with it is only a dream-cake, I can still have the sensation of eating the strawberry cake as a result, and what more can I want? Even if I am dreaming right now, I will still be able to plan my life, cause will follow effect, and actions will have consequences. Of course, these consequences will just be dream-consequences, but given that we have assumed earlier that I would not be able to tell ‘from the inside’ whether I am dreaming or not, why should I worry about this? The world of experiences is still the same, and this is all that counts, after all.

Source: Brain Pickings


Midtown Manhattan Hotel Has a Ghostly Past

Hotel Wolcott relies on history, value - and the occasional haunting- to keep guests coming. Some guests say they’ve seen children playing; employees have heard a phantom radio.

Every building needs a shepherd, especially magnificent historic ones that may or may not have a couple of friendly ghosts running around.

Hotel Wolcott got lucky. Its shepherd is Scott Erlich, whose family has owned and carefully restored the 1904-built structure since 1975. Designed originally as a hotel by John H. Duncan, the architect of Grant's Tomb, the Wolcott was lost by its original developer, who hit hard financial times - something today's real estate pros know a thing about.

A grand building with ornate stonework on the exterior, the hotel is made of limestone and brick. Steel grates on the façade have turned lime-green with time. Detailed head busts stare down from the second floor. The lobby, restored in perfect detail, has crystal chandeliers, marble columns and ceiling colors coordinated to match its carpet. Where the marble is gone, wood columns are in its place. The plasterwork was restored by Long Island City artisan Felix Chavez. This luxury dates back to a lost age. If anything, it's fun.

"I am trying to make everything look as original as possible," says Erlich. "Just one look at this building and you know it's special. So many people stayed here over the years. Titanic survivors, important businessmen. Then in the 1950s and '60s, musicians who recorded at Beltone Studios, like Buddy Holly, the Everly Brothers and Miles Davis, stayed at the hotel. No rooms are cookie-cutter. Each has huge closets because that was the style of the day."

The rooms have different shapes, too. Large hooks hang in the closets, making it easy to brush off male coats and hold the heavy women's dresses of the time. Rooms are not insanely expensive either, coming in today at below $180 per night. Long hallways connect via two fire stairwells in the building, which is shaped like an "H."

There's a certain eerie flavor. Guests have on occasion seen two little children playing at the top of the lobby stairwell. Hotel employees hear a radio playing in the staff cafeteria. But when they get there, it is off. No one is ever in the room. That's happened more than once.

"Usually, people get scared by that kind of thing," says Erlich. "Here, it's part of the charm. It happens once every few years. This is a great old building. So much of New York happened here."

In its day, the fabulous crowd couldn't stay away. Edith Wharton wrote "The Fruit of the Tree" while living at the hotel in 1907. Mayor Fiorello LaGuardia held his inaugural ball there in 1938.

The genius of this New York space is in its marketing material. Erlich obtained the original 1904 brochure for the hotel. Back then, a "room with a bath" cost $3 a night. A "drawing-room, bedroom and bath" cost $8. If you gave the hotel your train arrival time, they sent a porter to carry you and your bags to the hotel.

A valet was available to brush and press clothes for men; a "ladies maid" for "the hooking up of delicate gowns." Oysters from Cape Cod and "little chicken that come unplucked from the Jersey farms" were prepared in the hotel's restaurant.

The brochure said of the hotel's address: "West 31st St. is a quiet street. No crosstown traffic passed through it. Instantly accessible to the day time and night time activity, the Wolcott is far from the roar and turmoil of the city."

Not much has changed today. The cross street is still quiet. Madison Square Park and Eataly are a few blocks away. So is the Empire State Building. The Theatre District has moved. The Opera House is gone, but the Nomad and Ace Hotels offer tasty new restaurants. The area is hip again, and Erlich is well aware of it.

 He's in the process of redoing the ballroom, a massive space that has the capacity to house a fully equipped kitchen with 24-foot ceilings, more marble columns and an old stage. GQ and Bon Appetit have done photo shoots there. Erlich rented the space to a jazz club in the early '90s. Behind the lobby desk, the ballroom has the most potential of any space in the neighborhood. It's available for rent.

"I want an upscale restaurant or bar," he says. "This area has so much potential. The space could work in so many different ways. It would be great to have this room hopping again. New Yorkers would love it."

Source: NY Daily News


Introducing Britain's Bat-Winged Monkey-Bird

The following winged wonder only became known to me in mid-October 2007, when Jan Patience, acting editor of the now-defunct British monthly magazine Beyond for which I contributed a major cryptozoology article each issue, brought to my attention a truly extraordinary email that she had just received from a reader. At that time, I was preparing a lead article on lesser-known British mystery beasts for the next issue of the magazine, so the email reached me in time for me to investigate it further and include a full account of the case in my article (Beyond, January 2008), and it is this account of mine that I shall now quote from here.

The email in question had been sent by Jacki Hartley of Tunbridge Wells, Kent, concerning a truly bizarre beast that she claims to have encountered on three totally separate occasions, and which she reported as follows:

"Back in 1969 I was 4 years old and travelling back from my auntie’s house in London. Dad had been driving for about half an hour and we were going through the countryside. I was in the back of the car when I suddenly heard an awful, screeching scream. Mum and dad were in the front chatting and heard nothing. It was twilight and as I looked out of the back window into the trees, I saw what I could only describe as a monster.

"It had bat wings which it unfolded and stretched out before folding back up again, red eyes and a kind of monster monkey face with a parrot's beak and was about 3 feet in height.

"To my 4 year old mind it was terrifying and I had nightmares for weeks. I did not have a name for this thing in my vocabulary and so called it The Bat Winged Monkey Bird as it seemed to be such a weird mixture of animals.

"I saw it again late one night when I was eleven from the back window of the car on our way home from Hastings, I think we were travelling through Robertsbridge and I saw it for the third time last year.

"It was 4.30 in the morning and I was woken by the same horrible screeching sound. Thinking someone was being murdered in the street I jumped out of bed and ran to the window, catching the tail end of it as it flew past. I knew immediately what it was. . .the same horrible monster thing I had seen all those years ago, The Bat Winged Monkey Bird was back.

"I would be very grateful if you or any of your readers could shed any light on or put a name to this thing."

When Jan forwarded Jacki’s email to me, I was naturally extremely intrigued, and replied directly to it, requesting any further information that Jacki could send. In response, I received this second email, together with two accompanying pictures, one of which is Jacki’s own representation of what she saw, and the other a photo of her taken at the age when she experienced her first sighting of the monkey bird:

"My most recent sighting was at 4.30am on 19-10-06 outside my bedroom window, I saw the tail end of it fly past after the awful screeching noise woke me up, my address is in Tunbridge Wells in Kent.

"The time before that I was on my way back from Hastings in Sussex, having just passed through Robertsbridge. While the first time I saw it, we were coming back from London, heading toward Kent and had been travelling for about 20-30 minutes. The creature was sitting in a tree in a field off to my right.

"As for my parents, they just laughed and said I must have fallen asleep and had a nightmare; they weren't interested and simply dismissed it, even though I had nightmares about it coming to get me.

"Although the creature looked solid flesh and blood and made an awful sound, I think it could be paranormal in origin as I have never seen or read about anything that even vaguely resembles it, but if it is real, I would love to know if anyone else has seen it."

There is no doubt that this grotesque entity as described by Jacki does not correspond even vaguely with any known species of animal native to Britain. And even when venturing beyond the known into the realms of cryptozoology and zooform phenomena, there is little to compare with it, especially from the British Isles. Perhaps the nearest is the Cornish owlman, a weird owl-human composite spied in the vicinity of Mawnan Church Cornwall, mostly during the 1970s, and discussed later here. Remarkably, however, as I discussed in my Beyond article, Jacki’s creature is certainly reminiscent of the Raymondville man-bat(s), for which there has never been a satisfactorily explanation.

Consequently, here, for anyone who may be unfamiliar with the latter, is a summary of the Raymondville man-bat case, together with a similar one subsequently reported from LaCrosse, Illinois, as quoted from my book Dr Shuker's Casebook (2008):

"Sitting in his mother-in-law's backyard at Raymondville, Texas, on the evening of 14January 1976, Armando Grimaldo suddenly heard a strange whistling, and a sound that reminded him of flapping bats' wings - a highly pertinent comparison, as it turned out. For just a few seconds later, he was attacked by a man-sized monstrosity with the face of a bat or monkey, a pair of large flaming eyes but no beak, dark, leathery, unfeathered skin, and a pair of huge wings yielding a massive 10-12 ft wingspan (i.e. twice that of any known species of bat). Swooping down at the terrified man, the creature snatched at him with its big claws, but, happily, Grimaldo was able to flee inside before his aerial attacker had inflicted any serious injuries. Nevertheless, his encounter was just one of several on file from this particular region of Texas during early 1976, all documenting sightings of a similar entity.

"Another ‘man-bat’, 6-7-ft tall with a leathery 10-12-ft wingspan, clawed hands and feet, yellow eyes, well-delineated ears, and revealing a huge snarling mouth brimming with teeth, almost flew into the windscreen of a 53-year-old man, Wohali, as he was driving his truck (with his 25-year-old son as passenger) along a road near LaCrosse, Wisconsin, just after 9 pm on the evening of 26 September 2006. The creature then flew back up into the sky and vanished, but the shock of encountering it was such that both men became physically sick. They were convinced that it was a physical, tangible entity. This remarkable case has been documented in detail online by Linda Godfrey at http://www.cnb-scene.com/manbat.html"

Source: ShukerNature


Mutant Hares, Modern Satyrs and Centaurs

Fairies are so ‘yesterday’. What about the more exotic fauna from the forests of the imagination? Let’s start with the mutant hare at Windsor!

I remember Lilian, Countess of Cromartie, telling me of a strange incident that once happened to her. She was walking alone one bright summer morning in Windsor Great Park. Suddenly she saw an amazing looking creature loping slowly towards her. It resembled an enormous hare. That is to say, its legs and head were those of a hare, but its size was that of a goat, and its homed head was half-goat, half-hare. This creature, loping without any fear, and with a hare’s movement straight towards her, caused her to pause. She stood still and breathlessly waited its approach. It passed quite close to her, and as it did so she struck at it with her parasol. Instantly it disappeared.

Or centaurs, in Greece naturally:

[An aristocratic] couple were traveling in the wilds of Greece, and one night they wandered out together on to a bare mountain side. Sitting down to rest they were enjoying the beauty and utter loneliness of the moonlit scene, when they suddenly heard the galloping of many horses’ hoofs approaching them. This astonished them greatly, as they were in so wild and unfrequented a part of the country. There was no road near them, and it seemed strange to hear horses galloping so fast on such rough ground at night, even though there was a moon. Husband and wife stood up immediately in order to show themselves. The sound suggested a headlong rush, and they feared that in another second a whole regiment might ride over them. They had not long to wait. A troop of creatures, half-men, half-horses, tore past them, helter-skelter. Fleet and sure-footed they thundered by, and they brought with them the most wonderful sense of joy and exhilaration. Neither the Grand Duchess nor her husband felt the smallest fear; on the contrary, both were seized by a wild elation, a desire to be one of that splendid legion. The thundering of their hoofs spread over the hills, and died away into the distance. On returning to their camp the husband and wife found an uproar. Something had gone wrong with the Greek servants, who were shivering with terror, and struggling with equally terrified horses to prevent a stampede. All that could be learned from the Greeks was that they had heard something, something known of and greatly feared. I happened to hear the Grand Duchess tell of her weird experience, and I have often wondered in later years if Algernon Blackwood had also heard the story, and founded upon it his fascinating book, ‘The Centaur’.

Then we have the satyr. Make of this what you will but Beach loves the nurse’s fear.

Lady Henry Grosvenor, born Miss Erskine Wemyss of Wemyss Castle. She told us that when a child of seven years old, she had passed through some minutes of such absolute terror, that as long as she lived she would never forget the experience. With another child, and a nurse in attendance, she was playing one summer morning out of doors. After a little while the nurse rose from her seat amongst the heather, and wandered away a short distance, out of sight but not out of hearing. A few moments after the two little girls heard some bushes behind them rustling, and a huge creature, half-goat, half-man, emerged and leisurely crossing the road in front of them plunged into the woods beyond and was lost to sight. Both children were thrown into a paroxysm of terror, and screamed loudly. The nurse ran back to them, and when told what was the matter scolded them for their foolish fancies. No such animal existed, such as they described, an animal much bigger than a goat, that walked upright, and had but two legs, and two hoofs, that was covered with shaggy brown hair from the waist downward, and had the smooth skin of a man from the waist upward! The nurse bade them come home at once, and as they gained the road Miss Wemyss pointed down into the dust. Clearly defined was the track of a two-hoofed creature that had crossed at that spot. The nurse stared for a moment or two, then with one accord they all ran. She never took her charges near that spot again. Lady Henry said that the memory of that experience was so firmly grafted on her mind that she could always recall with perfect clarity the exact appearance of this appalling creature. In after years, when grown up, she realized from pictures that what she had seen was a Faun or Satyr. Such pictures or statues always sent a thrill of horror through her. She attributed this apparition to the fact that she and her companion were playing close to the site of a Roman camp, and the road was an old Roman road.

Source: Beachcombing's Bizarre History Blog

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