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Today I'm going to run the text from an article that appeared on the front page of the Phoenix Gazette, dated April 5th, 1909

The article has been kept completely intact from the original. All misspellings, quaint expressions and other oddities have been left exactly as they appeared in the Phoenix Gazette. I had so many requests for this article, it was easier to post it on the web, rather than run it again...

 

From the front page of THE PHOENIX GAZETTE of April 5th, 1909 EXPLORATIONS IN GRAND CANYON

Mysteries of Immense Rich Cavern being brought to light.

Jordan is enthused.
Remarkable finds indicate ancient people migrated from Orient.

The latest news of the progress of the explorations of what is now regarded by scientists as not only the oldest archeological discovery in the United States, but one of the most valuable in the world, which was mentioned some time ago in the Gazette, was brought to the city yesterday by G.E. Kinkaid, the explorer who found the great underground citadel of the Grand Canyon during a trip from Green River, Wyoming, down the Colorado, in a wooden boat, to Yuma, several months ago.

According to the story related to the Gazette by Mr. Kinkaid, the archaeologists of the Smithsonian Institute, which is financing the expeditions, have made discoveries which almost conclusively prove that the race which inhabited this mysterious cavern, hewn in solid rock by human hands, was of oriental origin, possibly from Egypt, tracing back to Ramses. If their theories are borne out by the translation of the tablets engraved with hieroglyphics, the mystery of the prehistoric peoples of North America, their ancient arts, who they were and whence they came will be solved. Egypt and the Nile, and Arizona and the Colorado will be linked by a historical chain running back to ages, which staggers the wildest fancy of the fictionist.

A Thorough Examination

Under the direction of Prof. S. A. Jordan, the Smithsonian Institute is now prosecuting the most thorough explorations, which will be continued until the last link in the chain is forged. Nearly a mile underground, about 1480 feet below the surface, the long main passage has been delved into, to find another mammoth chamber from which radiates scores of passageways, like the spokes of a wheel.

Several hundred rooms have been discovered, reached by passageways running from the main passage, one of them having been explored for 854 feet and another 634 feet. The recent finds include articles, which have never been known as native to this country and doubtless they had their origin in the orient. War weapons, copper instruments, sharp-edged and hard as steel, indicate the high state of civilization reached by these strange people. So interested have the scientists become that preparations are being made to equip the camp for extensive studies, and the force will be increased to thirty or forty persons.

Mr. Kinkaid's Report

Mr. Kinkaid was the first white child born in Idaho and has been an explorer and hunter all his life, thirty years having been in the service of the Smithsonian Institute. Even briefly recounted, his history sounds fabulous, almost grotesque.

"First, I would impress that the cavern is nearly inaccessible. The entrance is 1,486 feet down the sheer canyon wall. It is located on government land and no visitor will be allowed there under penalty of trespass. The scientists wish to work unmolested, without fear of archeological discoveries being disturbed by curio or relic hunters. A trip there would be fruitless, and the visitor would be sent on his way. The story of how I found the cavern has been related, but in a paragraph: I was journeying down the Colorado River in a boat, alone, looking for mineral. Some forty-two miles up the river from the El Tovar Crystal canyon, I saw on the east wall, stains in the sedimentary formation about 2,000 feet above the river bed. There was no trail to this point, but I finally reached it with great difficulty.

Above a shelf, which hid it from view from the river, was the mouth of the cave. There are steps leading from this entrance some thirty yards to what was, at the time the cavern was inhabited, the level of the river. When I saw the chisel marks on the wall inside the entrance, I became interested, securing my gun and went in. During that trip I went back several hundred feet along the main passage till I came to the crypt in which I discovered the mummies. One of these I stood up and photographed by flashlight. I gathered a number of relics, which I carried down the Colorado to Yuma, from whence I shipped them to Washington with details of the discovery. Following this, the explorations were undertaken.

The Passages

"The main passageway is about 12 feet wide, narrowing to nine feet toward the farther end. About 57 feet from the entrance, the first side-passages branch off to the right and left, along which, on both sides, are a number of rooms about the size of ordinary living rooms of today, though some are 30 by 40 feet square. These are entered by oval-shaped doors and are ventilated by round air spaces through the walls into the passages. The walls are about three feet six inches in thickness.

The passages are chiseled or hewn as straight as could be laid out by an engineer. The ceilings of many of the rooms converge to a center. The side-passages near the entrance run at a sharp angle from the main hall, but toward the rear they gradually reach a right angle in direction.

The Shrine

"Over a hundred feet from the entrance is the cross-hall, several hundred feet long, in which are found the idol, or image, of the people's god, sitting cross-legged, with a lotus flower or lily in each hand. The cast of the face is oriental, and the carving this cavern. The idol almost resembles Buddha, though the scientists are not certain as to what religious worship it represents. Taking into consideration everything found thus far, it is possible that this worship most resembles the ancient people of Tibet.

Surrounding this idol are smaller images, some very beautiful in form; others crooked-necked and distorted shapes, symbolical, probably, of good and evil. There are two large cactus with protruding arms, one on each side of the dais on which the god squats. All this is carved out of hard rock resembling marble. In the opposite corner of this cross-hall were found tools of all descriptions, made of copper. These people undoubtedly knew the lost art of hardening this metal, which has been sought by chemicals for centuries without result. On a bench running around the workroom was some charcoal and other material probably used in the process. There is also slag and stuff similar to matte, showing that these ancients smelted ores, but so far no trace of where or how this was done has been discovered, nor the origin of the ore.

"Among the other finds are vases or urns and cups of copper and gold, made very artistic in design. The pottery work includes enameled ware and glazed vessels. Another passageway leads to granaries such as are found in the oriental temples. They contain seeds of various kinds. One very large storehouse has not yet been entered, as it is twelve feet high and can be reached only from above. Two copper hooks extend on the edge, which indicates that some sort of ladder was attached. These granaries are rounded, as the materials, of which they are constructed, I think, is a very hard cement. A gray metal is also found in this cavern, which puzzles the scientists, for its identity has not been established. It resembles platinum. Strewn promiscuously over the floor everywhere are what people call "cats eye's, a yellow stone of no great value. Each one is engraved with the head of the Malay type.

The Hieroglyphics

"On all the urns, or walls over doorways, and tablets of stone which were found by the image are the mysterious hieroglyphics, the key to which the Smithsonian Institute hopes yet to discover. The engraving on the tables probably has something to do with the religion of the people. Similar hieroglyphics have been found in southern Arizona. Among the pictorial writings, only two animals are found. One is of prehistoric type.

The Crypt

"The tomb or crypt in which the mummies were found is one of the largest of the chambers, the walls slanting back at an angle of about 35 degrees. On these are tiers of mummies, each one occupying a separate hewn shelf. At the head of each is a small bench, on which is found copper cups and pieces of broken swords. Some of the mummies are covered with clay, and all are wrapped in a bark fabric.

The urns or cups on the lower tiers are crude, while as the higher shelves are reached, the urns are finer in design, showing a later stage of civilization. It is worthy of note that all the mummies examined so far have proved to be male, no children or females being buried here. This leads to the belief that this exterior section was the warriors' barracks.

"Among the discoveries no bones of animals have been found, no skins, no clothing, no bedding. Many of the rooms are bare but for water vessels. One room, about 40 by 700 feet, was probably the main dining hall, for cooking utensils are found here. What these people lived on is a problem, though it is presumed that they came south in the winter and farmed in the valleys, going back north in the summer.

Upwards of 50,000 people could have lived in the caverns comfortably. One theory is that the present Indian tribes found in Arizona are descendants of the serfs or slaves of the people, which inhabited the cave. Undoubtedly a good many thousands of years before the Christian era, a people lived here, which reached a high stage of civilization. The chronology of human history is full of gaps. Professor Jordan is much enthused over the discoveries and believes that the find will prove of incalculable value in archeological work.

"One thing I have not spoken of, may be of interest. There is one chamber of the passageway to which is not ventilated, and when we approached it a deadly, snaky smell struck us. Our light would not penetrate the gloom, and until stronger ones are available we will not know what the chamber contains. Some say snakes, but other boo-hoo this idea and think it may contain a deadly gas or chemicals used by the ancients. No sounds are heard, but it smells snaky just the same. The whole underground installation gives one of shaky nerves the creeps. The gloom is like a weight on one's shoulders, and our flashlights and candles only make the darkness blacker. Imagination can revel in conjectures and ungodly daydreams back through the ages that have elapsed till the mind reels dizzily in space."

An Indian Legend

In connection with this story, it is notable that among the Hopi Indians the tradition is told that their ancestors once lived in an underworld in the Grand Canyon till dissension arose between the good and the bad, the people of one heart and the people of two hearts. Machetto, who was their chief, counseled them to leave the underworld, but there was no way out. The chief then caused a tree to grow up and pierce the roof of the underworld, and then the people of one heart climbed out. They tarried by Paisisvai (Red River), which is the Colorado, and grew grain and corn.

They sent out a message to the Temple of the Sun, asking the blessing of peace, good will and rain for people of one heart. That messenger never returned, but today at the Hopi villages at sundown can be seen the old men of the tribe out on the housetops gazing toward the sun, looking for the messenger. When he returns, their lands and ancient dwelling place will be restored to them. That is the tradition.

Among the engravings of animals in the cave is seen the image of a heart over the spot where it is located. The legend was learned by W.E. Rollins, the artist, during a year spent with the Hopi Indians.

There are two theories of the origin of the Egyptians. One is that they came from Asia; another that the racial cradle was in the upper Nile region. Heeren, an Egyptologist, believed in the Indian origin of the Egyptians. The discoveries in the Grand Canyon may throw further light on human evolution and prehistoric ages.

Here is the link to the image of the front page of the paper: 

http://www.bluemoonnews.net/images1.htm  

 

It's so uncanny how finds like these just seem to, well, disappear. Incidentally, if you're already planning your vacation to go look at this wonderful cache or to see the caves---good luck.  From what I understand it's extremely difficult to find let alone get to. And no-one has screamed that they found it yet...

 

 

 

 

April 18th, 2000

So, how seriously cool for me! There are certain perks to having a hobby as strange as mine. I read. I read just about everything I can get my hands on. And I found over the years, as my life was in fact so unorthodox, and at times, downright bizarre, that I gravitated towards exploring the strange and bizarre in the world. I'm probably one of the few people you'll ever meet that has five different versions of "The Bible", "The Nag Hammadi Library", Crowley's "Magick", "The Collected Works of William Blake," The Tibetan, and Egyptian versions of "The Book of the Dead" and King Solomon's "Lemagetton" on the same shelf in one of the many bookcases residing in my home. I'm trying to find at least a clue as to the origins of man. And if not that, at least what the hell's up with me. :)

What saved me from a life of basket weaving was a writer by the name of Brad Steiger. He brought the realization to my life, for the first verifiable time anyway, that I was not insane. And that I did not need to be committed for the safety of those around me, and myself. (Though I do believe that is still open to debate.) Edgar Cayce was another one that made me feel like I was not destined to having the very essence sucked out of me, making me only worry about which detergent would get my clothes their whitest, or if there was some worthless guv'ment five star sticker on something.

Enough of my psychosis, what I really want to share with you today is a new book, (hot off the press!), by Brad Steiger. The book is called "Shadow Land," and regardless if you believe in the unseen world or not, this book can give you wonderful insights into this elusive world, cause and effect of poltergeists, spirits, and the unseen world all around us.

Mr. Steiger has been investigating paranormal claims for longer than even he probably wants to think about, and has written over thirty books on the paranormal world that exists, just a fraction behind, in front, or slightly parallel of the one we currently inhabit. He shows that everyday normal people encounter strange phenomena all the time, even those you know would not be subjected to "flights of fancy" as some of the skeptics call it.

He provides case histories, documentation, and eye witness accounts of events from all over the world that provides proof, over and over again, that there is indeed a "Shadow World" that exists, even as our own. And that sometimes crosses paths with the illusion we know by the name of reality. He also provides strong arguments as to why events like this take place. For instance, a large percentage of poltergeist activity takes place around adolescents, around the time the pineal gland is in full throttle mode, and that it also occurs around people in different stages of stress. This I can personally attest to, since I've been blowing out electronic equipment, rather spectacularly, since I was about eleven years old. In fact, two monitors during my computer problems this past month were casualties of that peculiar talent of mine.

Mr. Steiger goes into detail about the different inhabitants of Shadow World. Here are some of the residents of this not always so friendly place.

Spirits of the dead: The classic hauntings of those who have not been able to let go completely, or earthbound spirits.

Poltergeists: The rather unsettling phenomena of things that go bump, and not always in the night. Other physical manifestations of poltergeists are things flying around the room, and my personal curse of blowing up electronics.

Phantoms: The ghostly apparitions that have been seen over and over by many people over the years, so much so, they've almost taken on a life their own.

 Animal Spirits: The remaining essence of pets, or other animals that have not let go of this existence, for whatever reason.

Nature Spirits: Known as devas, fairies, elves, or the elementals I mentioned Friday in the Jack Parsons article.

Also deiform spirits, spirit residue, spirit parasites, (I've always known them as psychic vampires,) and spirit mimics. I'm not going to tell you everything about the book, since you need to go get it, like yesterday!

Mr. Steiger gives a very clear-cut account of the different phenomena he has investigated over the years, including the haunting of his own house. That one's pretty wild. One thing I really appreciated was Mr. Steiger knows, and states quite plainly in the book, that playing around in the astral world or realm is no joke, and not to be taken lightly. I personally avoid the astral world. There are way too many strange things that can get you if you're not careful.

In fact, he's one of the few authors I've ever read that does not advocate playing around in the astral realm. Cayce was another. It's a fool's game at best, and deadly at worst.

I have to tell you, "Shadow World" had my skin crawling, from cover to cover. To me, that has always been confirmation from my angels that what I am reading, or seeing is truth, clean and unvarnished. It also gives you that ghost story around the campfire feeling! :) It's another really good sign when I sit down and read a book cover to cover in one sitting. I just couldn't put this book down.

To check out a bigger picture of the cover of this book, which fits so perfectly with what you'll find inside, and to get your own copy at a ridiculously low price, click on the book to go to Amazon.com.

This book has the endorsement of such noted people as Jeff Rense of "Sightings," Dr. Franklin Ruehl, of the Sci-Fi Channel, and Kevin Barry, producer of "The Unexplained" on A&E, and now from me! :) Rock on, Mr. Steiger! One of your best to date, though I do kind of like the angels book. This one has all the earmarks of a true classic in the genre of the unexplained. Except now it is explained! So click on the book, and check out the stunning cover, if nothing else.

 

 

 

 

 

  I'll leave you with a few words of wisdom from Einstein, and I'll catch you tomorrow, when it's Prophecy Day.

                             "Reality is merely an illusion, albeit, a very persistent one." Albert Einstein

 

Laura

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blue Moon News for Wednesday, April 12th, 2000

It's Prophecy Day!

 

So, didja miss me? I ran into major computer trouble, fatal errors, as a matter of fact. So now I have a super-computer, and hopefully we can avoid another crisis like all of last week was. Thanks go out to my husband for bartering, and building me a new computer. To Mike, who won't let me tell you his e-mail address, but was a major contributor to keeping Blue Moon News on the net. A big hand to my husband, everyone! He doesn't even like computers, yet he installed, formatted, and copied hard drives. Plus installed the motherboard, and all the other cards and devices. He spent three days straight getting me back up and running. Enough of this calamity, let's go cruise with the prophets.

 

People of science. Hmm, how can I put this in a way that won't be misunderstood, or taken the wrong way? Most of the hard scientists have trouble with prophecy, and mysticism. Their life is cause and effect, trying to discover how something works, through controlled testing. Mainly, because if you can't put it in a test tube, or take it apart, they tend to be very skeptical. And that's O.K., I have a fairly laid back attitude about what it is I do, and what I am. If someone doesn't believe in me, or what I do, there's not going to be an argument about it. I won't change their minds, because people will or won't believe in something. So when I run across a story like the one about the man below, it gives me a thrill.

Let me introduce you to Emanuel Swedenborg, scientist, astronomer, and doctor. He was no ordinary man, since he was also a mystic,   musician, artist, metallurgist, alchemist, chemist, inventor, and clairvoyant. Even today, there is an institution in Philadelphia that is devoted to testing his theories, scientific works, and ideas. Among his many inventions were designs for an airplane, an air gun, and a submarine.

In 1743, at the age of forty-five, he started having strange, paranormal experiences. According to him: "The Lord opened my sight into the spiritual world, and enabled me to converse with spirits and angels." Eventually, he dropped his scientific work altogether, to devote himself to the world of mysticism, and theology.

There are so many documented cases of his psychic abilities, that it literally takes volumes to document them all, but one of his most notable cases concerned Queen Louisa Ulrica, Queen of Sweden between 1720-1782. Known as a practical, shrewd, no-nonsense woman, she wasn't one to fall into any traps set by those that give my profession a bad name. The Queen asked Swedenborg if he could speak to all the dearly departed, or just certain spirits. His answer was quite revealing.

"I cannot converse with all, but with such as I have known in this world. Either personally, or from their actions or writings. Consequently, all of whom I could form an idea; for it may be supposed that a person whom I never knew, or of whom I could form no idea, I neither could nor would wish to speak with."

The Queen then asked if he would undertake the job of contacting her recently deceased brother, the Prince Royal of Prussia. Still not completely convinced of his authenticity, she threw a test at him, and asked him to tell her what her brother had said to her the last time she saw him before going to Stockholm. It had been quite personal, and she had never revealed it to anyone.

When he returned a few days later with the answer, the Queen said; "This no mortal could have told me." And while this is not a real strong argument for speaking with the dead, it showed a great example of mind reading, if nothing else.

Immanuel Kant, the philosopher, decided to investigate Swedenborg. He documented several cases, including one concerning the widow of a Dutch Minister in Stockholm. A Mme. de Marteville. Her husband had died, leaving a large bill from a goldsmith, but leaving very little else. When the goldsmith started demanding that she pay up, she grew frantic, sure that he had paid the bill some time ago. She contacted Swedenborg, asking for his help.

Kant tells in his own words what took place:

"Swedenborg called on her, and in his cool way informed her that he had conversed with her dead husband. The debt had been paid seven months before his decease, and the receipt was in a bureau, upstairs. The lady replied that the bureau had been quite cleared out, and that the receipt was not found. Swedenborg said that her husband had described to him how, after pulling out the left hand drawer, a secret compartment would be disclosed containing his private correspondence, as well as the receipt. The bureau was opened; the compartment was found, (no-one having known of it before) and the papers were discovered."

Another cool example of his abilities was unfortunately one of his last.

Swendenborg wrote a letter to John Wesley, informing him that he had been told of Wesley's desire to meet him. John Wesley received a letter from Swedenborg, dated February 1772, which read:

"Sir:

I have been informed in the world of spirits that you have a strong desire to converse with me. I shall be happy to see you, if you will favor me with a visit. I am, sir,

Your humble servant,

Eman. Swedenborg."

Wesley wrote him back immediately, and acknowledged that he harbored a secret desire to speak with him, that he had never told anyone about. And that he would love to pay him a visit, but that he was getting ready to take a six-month trip, but could he possibly kick it with him after his trip?

Swedenborg wrote him back that the intended visit by Mr. Wesley would be too late because he, Swedenborg, would go in to the land of spirits on the 29th day of the next month, never more to return. True to his prophecy, Swedenborg died on March 29th, 1772.

 

 Check this crap out!

 In Tyler, Texas, Kenneth Payne III drew a 16-year prison sentence last month after being convicted of swiping a Snickers candy bar from a convenience store. It wasn't the first time that Payne's chocolate addiction prompted a run-in with the law. He has a previous conviction for stealing a single bag of Oreo's. The district attorney's office tried Payne as a habitual criminal, kicking the misdemeanor shoplifting charge to felony theft, making him eligible for a sentence of up to 20 years in prison. Payne's attorney says she will appeal.

I just don't know what to say. I believe they call it SPEECHLESS! Man, they'd have probably given the poor guy the chair if it had been Godiva Chocolates. Watch your step people. There are strange goings on in the dark world of justice.

{May 2nd, Update! Mr. Kenneth Payne III, will be going back to trial. Seems one of the fair and equitable jurors was egging everyone on for a harsh sentence. Man, people have got to chill! It's crap like this that has one of my best friends in the world doing 25 to life for yelling at a house. This crap has got to go.}

 

Catch all of you tomorrow!

Laura

 

Blue Moon News for Friday, April 14th, 2000

Last week I promised to bring you the story of one of the rocket scientists that also had a very twisted personal life. And remember, while you're reading about this paragon, that he was given huge amounts of money and power by the government.

Let me introduce you to John Whiteside Parsons.

One of the founding fathers of the Jet Propulsion Laboratory, (he put the JP in JPL.), Jack Parsons was born in 1914, and died mysteriously in 1952. It was the time in between that gets really bizarre, though.

Most of us think of rocket scientists as fresh faced All-American geeks with a no-nonsense approach to life, both public and personal. Not in this reality. Jack Parsons was rather good-looking, and one of the most daring of all the new wizards of space.

His early work on extremely volatile rocket fuel was so highly regarded, that he has a crater on the Moon named after him. By August of 1941, his work had produced rockets stable enough to use as bolt on jet-assisted-take-off, (JATO). But before every test, he had one strange ritual, he insisted on invoking Aleister Crowley's "Hymn to Pan" (See below for the text of this piece, it's kinda long, but interesting.)

Post war, these JATO "bottle rockets", (modified Ercoupe light aircraft, with twenty-eight pound per twelve-second thrusts, were the first jet propelled rockets, and made from mail-order aircraft.), evolved into the liquid fuel Corporal rockets, and the solid fueled Sergeant.

Besides his penchant for ritually blessing every test, and dedicating it to the horned god of fertility, he also was an active member of the Agape Lodge of the Ordo Templi Orientis, aka the OTO. And wrote Crowley extensively, addressing him as "Most Beloved Father." This to the questionable gentleman who claimed to be the beast of Revelations.

Parson's abode, 1003 South Orange Grove Ave., in Pasadena was a virtual asylum for the poets, prophets, madmen, and the lost. He used to advertise for tenants, specifying only bohemians, musicians, artists, atheists, anarchists, communists, and Satanists need apply. Tales of orgies, black magic, seances, drug use, and other strange things ran rampant about Parsons' household. (Kind of reminds me of Frank Zappa's song "Let's Make the Water Turn Black." With Kenny's little creatures on display.)

Parsons also was a big time womanizer, who claimed to be the antichrist. Though I do believe it became a bone of contention between him and Crowley, who disliked Parsons' blasé attitude about discipline to "the craft." Parsons was definitely more of an alchemist than a practitioner of the black arts, but was way more interested in the sex-magick aspect of the OTO.

Parsons' house could also be found with some of the top names of science fiction literature lounging around his household. Most notably among them was Jack Williamson, A.E.Van Vogt, Robert Heinlein, Forrest J. Ackerman, and Alva Rogers. Ackerman headed up the L.A. S.F. Society, where Parsons also met Ray Bradbury.

Another couple of questionable characters that could be found in Parsons' company were Frank Molina, a powerful member in GALCIT3, Werner Von Braun, a Nazi scientist, and Dr. Hsue-shen Tsien, who became Chairman Mao's first man of missiles, creating the Silkworm missile.

Another running partner to this blend of genius and madness was L.Ron Hubbard, his partner in magickal workings. The Dianetics master himself moved into Parsons' house, and immediately became a pupil of Parsons', being initiated into the OTO. Together they decided to "create" an elemental. (A being from another dimension, sometimes fairies are known as elementals. Each of the four elemental signs in astrology has one. Water has ondines, Fire has salamanders, Earth has gnomes, and Air belongs to the slyphs.)

In January of 1946, these two acolytes began a long, complex ritual to raise this otherworldly creature, bestowed with magickal powers.

According to Parsons, it worked when two weeks later, Marjorie Elizabeth Cameron showed up, and completely overwhelmed Parsons, and Hubbard.

 

According to John Carter, in "Sex and Rockets," Cameron was "sprung from Parsons head like Sophia from the Godhead, or Pallas Athena from Zeus." In February, Parsons wrote Crowley proclaiming; "I have my elemental!"

They next decided to perform another ritual to produce a "moonchild" between Parsons and Cameron, called "Babalon Working." Which was supposed to re-instate a mythical lycanthropic race to power. This was actually a book written by one of Parsons' associates, Jack Williamson, in a book called "Darker Than You Think." The premise being that when the moonchild was born, they would rise up against the tyranny of the human race, and re-take their proper place as a world power. And for anyone who doesn't know, it's a race of werewolves. :)

Things went awry however, when Hubbard and Parsons' squeeze at the time, nineteen year old Betty Northrup, disappeared, along with ten thousand dollars of Parsons' money. Kind of blew that partnership right out the door, and had Parsons throwing spells at the two, who had tried to disappear by sea. Reportedly, the spell worked, and the two were almost killed in a storm that blew up out of nowhere.

And then of course, anyone with such a flamboyant, colorful personality as Jack Parsons was not going to miss the ever watchful eye of J.Edgar Hoover. It was reported that he came under the investigation of the F.B.I. from the early 1940's to, at last count, 1951.

He was investigated for among other things, suspected communist affiliations, and activities. Finally culminating in losing his security clearance for alleged espionage.

On Tuesday, June 17th, 1952, (Though this date seems to change from source to source.) Jack Parsons' meteoric career came to an end as his house was rocked by two explosions, and he was consumed by the fire he so dangerously played with in life.

To read more about Jack Parsons, and his life, go to: http://www.babalon.net

 

(You CAN scroll past this, if you find it offensive, or obnoxiously boring. There are more samples of the newsletter below.)

 Crowley's "Hymn to Pan"

"Thrill with lissome lust of the light,

O man! My man!

Come careening out of the night

Of Pan! Io Pan!

Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the Sea

From Sicily and from Arcady!

Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards

And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,

On a milk-white ass, come over the Sea

To me, to me,

Come with Apollo in bridal dress

(Shepherdess and pythoness)

Come with Artemis, silken shod,

And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,

In the Moon of the woods, on the marble mount,

The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!

Dip the purple of passionate prayer

In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,

The soul that startles in eyes of blue

To watch thy wantonness weeping through

The tangled grove, the gnarled bole

Of the living tree that is spirit and soul

And body and brain---come over the Sea,

(Io Pan! Io Pan!)

Devil or god, to me, to me,

My man! My man!

Come with trumpets sounding shrill

Over the hill!

Come with drums low muttering

From the spring!

Come with flute and come with pipe!

Am I not ripe?

I, who wait, and writhe, and wrestle

With air that has no boughs to nestle

My body, weary of empty clasp,

Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp--

Come, O come!

I am numb

With the lonely lust of devildom.

Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,

All-devourer, all begetter;

Give me the sign of the Open Eye,

And the token erect of thorny thigh,

And the words of madness and mystery,

O Pan! Io Pan!

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan,

I am a man:

Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,

O Pan! Io Pan!

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake

In the grip of a snake

The eagle slashes with beak and claw;

The gods withdraw:

The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne

To death on the horn

Of the Unicorn

I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!

I am thy mate, I am thy man,

Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,

Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.

With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks

Through solstice stubborn to equinox.

And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend

Everlasting world without end,

Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,

In the might of Pan.

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Io Pan!

(From Aleister Crowley's "Magick Book 4 Parts I-IV , Liber ABA Book 4")

 

Well, it was all way too twisted for prime time, and if you look into NASA's history, it's rife with madmen, sorcerers, nazis and lunatics. But then, so was the government. The pentagon is patterned on the pentagram, the inside womb of the five-pointed star. The path of Venus as she makes her flight through the nighttime sky.

 

Catch you Monday, with another edition of Astrological Week in Preview. Stay safe and strange till then.

 

 

 

 

Blue Moon News for Thursday, April 20th, 2000

The Sea….

I've always had a love affair with the Ocean. It rules my sign, I can swim like a fish, and the Sea has always had a very calming effect on me. Now that I'm in the Mountains, my home away from the Sea, I miss her. According to Cayce, I'll have beachfront property soon enough, though. All you Californians take heed! :) I'm kidding! Kind of. :)

There is another face to her that is a bit dark, a bit mysterious, and completely unknown. The depths within her have never truly been explored, and she does not give up her secrets easily. But every now and then, we catch a glimpse of the darkness she carries, as well as the life.

Care to go on a Sea Hunt?

I found the coolest site with all kinds of things that washed up, or swam by, that were until now, only imagined in a Jules Verne novel. Why don't we take a look at some of the mysterious inhabitants that the deep waters keep hidden from our view?

 On December 12th, 1964, Robert Serrec, a French photographer was kicking back on a vacation in Queensland, Australia, with family and friends. They were in rowboats, not far enough out to Sea to really cause any concern, about six foot deep waters is all.

That was until they took a look out in the water and spotted, well, it. What it was, no-one really knows. It was a giant creature, about eighty feet long, that they described as "snake-like" or a giant tadpole with a snake like head. It appeared to be wounded, and was just laying on the bottom, until it decided to swim off. There are some excellent photos of this creature, but you have to wait for the link! They have never been able to explain what it was that Mr. Serrac, and his family and friends saw that day. It fits into no known category of marine life.

In 1961, while walking with her sister and their kids, Mrs. Stoudt saw what at first appeared to be a tree limb in the water in the Strait of Juan de Fuca, in Washington State. As the tree limb drifted closer, they realized it looked nothing like a tree limb at all. It looked like a dinosaur, with three humps on its back, and a shaggy mane. Not really believing what they were seeing, they stood looking at the water as it swam off, only to resurface much closer, giving them a much better look. Yep! It was a monster. With a snake-like head. They claimed it seemed to be watching the ships passing, and moved even closer to them, until one of the children freaked, and started crying. It then looked in their direction, and swam away.

 And of course, no Sea-monster story would be complete without Chessie, Chesapeake Bay's own bizarre contribution to the land of the wild. Chessie has become one of the most sighted creatures, with sightings dating all the way back to the nineteenth century. Chessie is described as being serpent-like, long, and very dark. Of course accounts differ. They always will when people are trying to let their mind catch up with what their eyes are saying is happening, while the brain vehemently denies it. However, there is a film of Chessie. In 1982, from a house on Kent Island, Robert Frew spotted Chessie in shallow water, and had the presence of mind to grab a video camera. He taped Chessie as it swam close to a group of swimmers, then dove beneath the swimmers, only to reappear on the other side. They say Chessie is about thirty feet long, dark brown or black with a humped back.

 But that hasn't been the only evidence. Donald Kyker, retired CIA, also spotted Chessie some seventy-five feet offshore. For some strange reason, I'm willing to believe him. :) Chessie also appears to have a favorite season, and who doesn't love the summer? Your best chance of spotting Chessie is May through September. If you decide to go, see if Chessie will pose for Blue Moon News, O.K.? Set your sights on the mouth of the Potomac River, the Eastern Bay, or Love Point on Kent Island. They seem to be the hot spots.

Both videotapes and photographs have been examined by scientists, and while they conclude there is a living creature there, they have absolutely no clue what it may be, or how many of them there are.

Like Lake Champlain where there have "Champ," another watery mystery that lies on the border between Vermont, and New York.

 

But what Sea Hunt would be complete without searching for Jules Verne's giant squid? Think they're just a myth? Well, you'd have heard about them if they were real, right? Not necessarily. The creature of myth, legend, and mariner science fiction has come to the shore to roost. Thought of as pure nonsense, mariners have been reporting sightings of these creatures for literally centuries. And now they have the proof. Three were brought to shore in Australia. While we actually do know that giant squid existed, they have rarely had the chance to examine these rare, camera shy monsters from the deep.

See for yourself at http://www.cnn.com/WORLD/9710/18/fringe.australia.squid/index.html

 And just what do we know about what's down there, in the inky depths of the lifeblood of our Earth, and ourselves?

Many eye witness accounts of Sea Serpents fit too closely the creatures of the deep thought to be long departed from this world, and into the annals of legends. But, every year, extinct creatures are found, on Earth and in the Sea. The Coelacanth, (pronounced seal-a-canth) was known to be extinct for well over seventy millions years. Until just recently, that is. Found again in 1938, they are no longer considered extinct.

So let your imagination do the walkin' and click on over to the baddest collection of "Creatures from the Deep." At least one of the coolest ones I've found. And I try not to steer you people wrong. There are so many more cool things at the link below than I've listed here.

And next time, you hear a mariner tell a tale about creatures from the Sea, he just might not be yankin' your chain. So give him a pint, a shot, and your attention as you listen to the tale.

http://www.theshadowlands.net   (here is the REAL link!) 

 

So check it out, people. I'm going on a well-deserved vacation for a week. But I will be back, and with even more of the strange and bizarre we're usually too busy to notice around us. Well, not me. But you guys have a life, right? :) So I'm outta here, and will be back on Monday, May 1st, just in time for the Galactic Stampede. Take care, and we'll be back. I even have some suprises already lined up for you, so keep an eye out for my return.

     YOU PEOPLE ROCK THE NET!!!!

Smooches!

Laura

 

 

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