Examples Of My
Luna-Sea
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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