<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562</id><updated>2011-11-26T10:04:57.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dispatches from the edge</title><subtitle type='html'>Proudlly showcasing the weird, bizarre, and the downright creepy since 2005</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-6764793260532829179</id><published>2008-09-27T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:30:04.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the monster of glamis castle</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the most famous castles in great britain is glamis castle. it was the childhood home of the queen mother, and&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; princess margaret was born there. fewer people knew of the stranger story of the monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(55, 55, 55); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in 1821 the legend goes , The firstborn son of the 11th earl was born grotesquely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;deformed. His body was shaped like an egg. He had tiny arms and legs and no neck. The large torso was covered with hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;here is said to be a monarchical painting in Glamis, where, in the background, an amoured figure with disproportionately large arms and legs can be seen. This figure, supposedly, is the "Monster".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(55, 55, 55); font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; He was known as the Monste&lt;/span&gt;r of Glamis and was the rightful heir to the estate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.4em 0px 0.5em; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;His chamber, which is recounted as measuring 10 ft by 15 ft, was entered from the&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="/wiki/Chapel" title="Chapel" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none;"&gt;chapel&lt;/a&gt;. There is no known account of how the room was accessible, but presumably it would have been through a removable panel or some such as there is no visible entrance from the chapel. In 1969, the&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="/wiki/Elizabeth_Bowes-Lyon" title="Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none;"&gt;Queen Mother's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;biographer&lt;a href="/wiki/Michael_Thornton" title="Michael Thornton" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none;"&gt;Michael Thornton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;visited Glamis and was told by the sixteenth Earl that the entrance had been bricked up after Thomas's death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.4em 0px 0.5em; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;The details of Thomas's appearance  -- come from&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="/wiki/James_Wentworth_Day" title="James Wentworth Day" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none;"&gt;James Wentworth Day&lt;/a&gt;'s&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Queen Mother's Family Story&lt;/i&gt;. They are attributed to "a member of the Queen Mother's family". Wentworth-Day's account is the first in which the information was gathered direct from members of the Queen mother's family, even though they were understandably reluctant to be named. It is suspected that on several occasions, the Queen Mother herself was the source. In Peter Underwood's&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;A-Z of British Ghosts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;he is described as "an enormous flabby egg". There is said to be a monarchical painting in Glamis, where, in the background, an amoured figure with disproportionately large arms and legs can be seen. This figure, supposedly, is the "Monster".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.4em 0px 0.5em; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Thomas was fed daily through an iron grille in his cell door by one trusted servant. It is not believed that Thomas ever left this cell, but some associated rumours claim that he was occasionally exercised by being taken for a walk, like a dog, on the battlements on moonless nights. The castle has a section named&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mad Earl's Walk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to this day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.4em 0px 0.5em; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Wentworth-Day describes a tale whereby a workman carrying out renovation at Glamis in the early 1900s found the secret passage, and explored it, and became "alarmed" at what he found there. The Earl and his lawyer were summoned from London, and they stopped the work and interrogated the man. The result of this was that he was bribed into silence and emigration (to Australia) with several hundred thousand pounds of&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="/wiki/Hush_money" title="Hush money" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none;"&gt;hush money&lt;/a&gt;, an enormous sum for those days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.4em 0px 0.5em; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Also from Wentworth-Day comes the story of the Queen Mother's mother, the&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="/w/index.php?title=Countess_of_Strathmore&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Countess of Strathmore (page does not exist)" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; color: rgb(204, 34, 0);"&gt;Countess of Strathmore&lt;/a&gt;, trying to get the Glamis&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="/wiki/Factor_%28Scotland%29" title="Factor (Scotland)" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none;"&gt;factor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="/w/index.php?title=Andrew_Ralston&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Andrew Ralston (page does not exist)" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; color: rgb(204, 34, 0);"&gt;Andrew Ralston&lt;/a&gt;, whom the Earl had confided in, to tell her the truth about the family secret. He told her "it is fortunate you do not know the truth for, if you did, you would never spend another night beneath this roof". Only the Earl and his heir are ever fully in the know, told the secret - as they should know they were not the rightful inheritor of the title - on his 21st birthday. Once the "monster" had died, the heir was given a choice as to whether he wanted to know or not, there no longer being a reason why he must be told and to save him distress..It is claimed that the workman event happened in the 1870s. This would indicate that Thomas was in his fifties at the time. The circumstances and date of his death are unknown. Thomas's mother, Charlotte Grimstead, died in 1881. In another event, guests at the castle, upon hearing rumours of the monster, decided to hang a piece of rag from every window in the castle that they could access. Upon surveying their work, they found a number of windows ragless, and therefore termed them secret rooms. Unfortunately, the Earl returned, and discovering their experiment, threw them out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;what is the monster? a poor deformed child? It is known that in the 20th century, two members of the Bowes-Lyon family,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="/wiki/Nerissa_Bowes-Lyon" title="Nerissa Bowes-Lyon" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none;"&gt;Nerissa Bowes-Lyon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;{1919-1986}and&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="/wiki/Katherine_Bowes-Lyon" title="Katherine Bowes-Lyon" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none;"&gt;Katherine Bowes-Lyon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;{b.1926} were reported to have died but were in fact confined to mental hospitals&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt; As were 3 cousins related to Narissa and Katherine-&lt;a href="/wiki/Idonea_Fane" title="Idonea Fane" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none;"&gt;Idonea Fane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(1912–2001), Rosemary Jean (born 1914), and Etheldreda Flavia Fane (born 1922-died 1986). or was it a nightmarish spawn of hell?   the answer i guess will never be known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Why so serious? Stallwitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-6764793260532829179?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/6764793260532829179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=6764793260532829179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/6764793260532829179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/6764793260532829179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2008/09/monster-of-glamis-castle.html' title='the monster of glamis castle'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-4333023870561003007</id><published>2008-09-17T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:34:04.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The black eyed children</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;dear readers &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently, I became aware of a strange and creepy new phenomena. the first time i read it, it creeped me out. (not the easiest thing to do) its called the black eyed children. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in 1998, a journalist named Brian Bethel posted on a newsgroup, his exprience was that he was out one evening running a errand, he was in a parking lot writing a check for his internet bill. he was approached by two children. here is the exprience in his own words   "I looked over and saw two children staring at me from street. I need to describe them, with the one feature (you can guess what it was) that I didn't realize until about half-way through the conversation cleverly omitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both appeared to be in that semi-mystical stage of life children get into where you can't exactly tell their age. Both were boys, and my initial impression is that they were somewhere between 10-14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy No. 1 was the spokesman. Boy No. 2 didn't speak during the entire conversation -- at least not in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy No. 1 was slightly taller than his companion, wearing a pull-over, hooded shirt with a sort of gray checked pattern and jeans. I couldn't see his shoes. His skin was olive-colored and had curly, medium-length brown hair. He exuded an air of quiet confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy No. 2 had pale skin with a trace of freckles. His primary characteristic seemed to be looking around nervously. He was dressed in a similar manner to his companion, but his pull-over was a light green color. His hair was a sort of pale orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't appear to be related, at least directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, great," I thought. "They're gonna hit me up for money." And then the air changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've explained this before, but for the benefit of any new lurkers out there, right before I experience something strange, there's a change in perception that comes about which I describe in the above manner. It's basically enough time to know it's too late. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there I was, filling out a check in my car (which was still running) and in a sudden panic over the appearance of two little boys. I was confused, but an overwhelming sense of fear and unearthliness rushed in nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spokesman smiled, and the sight for some inexplicable reason chilled my blood. I could feel fight-or-flight responses kicking in. Something, I knew instinctually, was not right, but I didn't know what it could possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled down the window very, very slightly and asked "Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spokesman smiled again, broader this time. His teeth were very, very white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, mister, what's up? We have a problem," he said. His voice was that of a young man, but his diction, quiet calm and ... something I still couldn't put my finger on ... made my desire to flee even greater. "You see, my friend and I want to see the films, but we forgot our money," he continued. "We need to go to our house to get it. Want to help us out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Journalists are required to talk to lots of people, and that includes children. I've seen and spoken to lots of them. Here's how that usually goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh ... M ... M ... Mister? Can I see that camera? I ... I won't break it or anything. I promise. My dad has a camera, and he lets me hold it sometimes, I guess, and I took a picture of my dog -- it wasn's very good, 'cause I got my finger in the way and ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add in some feet shuffling and/or body swaying and you've got a typical kid talking to a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, they're usually apologetic. People generally teach children that when they talk to adults, they're usually bothering them for one reason or another and they should at least be polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid was in no way fitting the mold. His command of language was incredible and he showed no signs of fear. He spoke as if my help was a foregone conclusion. When he grinned, it was as if he was trying to say, "I know something ... and you're NOT gonna like it. But the only way you're going to find out what it is will be to do what I say ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, well ..." was the best reply I could offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's where it starts to get strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quiet companion looked at the spokesman with a mixture of confusion and guilt on his face. He seemed in some ways shocked, not with his friend's brusque manner but that I didn't just immediately open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eyed me nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spokesman seemed a bit perturbed, too. I still was registering something wrong with both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C'mon, mister," the spokesman said again, smooth as silk. Car salesmen could learn something from this kid. "Now, we just want to go to our house. And we're just two little boys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really scared me. Something in the tone and diction again sent off alarm bells. My mind was frantically trying to process what it was perceiving about the two figures that was "wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh. Um ...." was all I could manage. I felt myself digging my fingernails into the steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What movie were you going to see?" I asked finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mortal Kombat, of course," the spokesman said. The silent one nodded in affirmation, standing a few paces behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," I said. I stole a quick glance at the marquee and at the clock in my car. Mortal Kombat had been playing for an hour, the last showing of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silent one looked increasingly nervous. I think he saw my glances and suspected that I might be detecting something was not above-board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C'mon, mister. Let us in. We can't get in your car until you do, you know," the spokesman said soothingly. "Just let us in, and we'll be gone before you know it. We'll go to our mother's house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We locked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, I realized my hand had strayed toward the door lock (which was engaged) and was in the process of opening it. I pulled it away, probably a bit too violently. But it did force me to look away from the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned back. "Er ... Um ...," I offered weakly and then my mind snapped into sharp focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I noticed their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were coal black. No pupil. No iris. Just two staring orbs reflecting the red and white light of the marquee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I know my expression betrayed me. The silent one had a look of horror on his face in a combination that seemed to indicate: A) The impossible had just happened and B) "We've been found out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spokesman, on the other hand, wore a mask of anger. His eyes glittered brightly in the half-light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cmon, mister," he said. "We won't hurt you. You have to LET US IN. We don't have a gun ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last statement scared the living hell out of me, because at that point by his tone he was plainly saying, "We don't NEED a gun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He noticed my hand shooting down toward the gear shift. The spokesman's final words contained an anger that was complete and whole, and yet contained in some respects a tone of panic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WE CAN'T COME IN UNLESS YOU TELL US IT'S OKAY. LET ... US .... IN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ripped the car into reverse (thank goodness no one was coming up behind me) and tore out of the parking lot. I noticed the boys in my peripheral vision, and I stole a quick glance back and They were gone, The sidewalk by the theater was deserted"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after he posted his story which is one of the creepyest things I have written about on this blog. more and more people came forward with the same account.  they all have the same running theme   Most accounts occur at the individual's home. There is a knock on the door and on the other side, waiting patiently, is a kid of roughly 12 to 17 years of age. Their dress is usually common for the time and they seem rather normal. But then the sudden fear and the sense of wrongness sinks in. Most accounts occur at the individual's home and at dusk orat  night . There is a knock on the door and on the other side, waiting patiently, is a kid of roughly 12 to 17 years of age. Their dress is usually common for the time and they seem rather normal. But then the sudden fear and the sense of wrongness sinks in. And then of course, there are the eyes. they have coal black eyes without no pupils or irises.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The BEKs will always ask to be invited inside. Sometimes they claim that they need to use the telephone because they are lost, or their car broke down just up the road. If anyone has ever let them inside, there are no credible accounts. Almost all people who have run-ins with BEKs are too overcome with an unexplained fear and end up turning them away. This only infuriates the kids and they appear to grow impatient and more demanding that they be let in. Also, they will never actually leave until the person they have approached has either closed the door or left the scene of the encounter.  reports have surfaced of black eyed adults, through curiously all are young looking 20-25,  they all follow the same pattern.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is going on?, is this a internet hoax or something else.  it is interesing that they insist on being invited in. folklore on vampire and demons claimed that you have to invite the spirit in first. are they evil spirits or demon trying to lure unsuspecting people. are they aliens?  i guess the truth will remain a mystery, so be careful  out there and think twice about inviting children into your home....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love and peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alex My life for Aiur Stallwitz  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-4333023870561003007?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/4333023870561003007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=4333023870561003007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/4333023870561003007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/4333023870561003007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2008/09/black-eyed-children.html' title='The black eyed children'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-1557874627013903221</id><published>2008-09-16T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:16:53.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fringe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;dear readers &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;surprise i'm back!!! sorry about the hiatus,  i got busy with school and various other things. I'm going to try to update more often.  shameless plug time!!!! if you enjoy this blog, you should watch Fringe on the Fox Network. its on at 8 p.m central. it's about a lot of things I cover in my blog and is very good, i recommend it to everyone. thanks for your patience  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love and peace &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alex The Legion Will Fall Stallwitz     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-1557874627013903221?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/1557874627013903221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=1557874627013903221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/1557874627013903221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/1557874627013903221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2008/09/fringe.html' title='Fringe'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-1067851292696811540</id><published>2007-10-25T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:19:17.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alleged photo of a young bigfoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/invalid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/invalid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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Another goatman has been reported in Alabama and is said to be roughly seven feet tall, hooved, with claws and a lumpy bald head. Stories have also poured in from Oregon, Oklahoma, Kentucky, and in California there is the tale of the “Chevo Man,” Chevo being Spanish for goat. There has even been a report from New Zealand.  the Goatman legends do share one common theme and that is Maryland or, more precisely, Prince George’s County.  Since the late 1950’s the territory of the Goatman has consisted of several localities in P.G. County with an acute focus on the Bowie area. The area is largely forest with a number of main highways running through it to other, more populous parts of the state. At the heart of the matter is the bridge known as “Crybaby Bridge” because, so it is said, if motorists stop on that bridge late at night the shrill braying of the Goatman can be heard. It should be noted that the crying could be that of an infant ghost, as the bridge reportedly got that name because of a young mother drowning her baby under it. The bridge is located on Governor’s Bridge Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two other prominent roads that the the Goatman frequents are Lottsford Road and Fletchertown Road. Perhaps it is no coincidence that the Glendale State Asylum is situated between these two roads. The locale around Lottsford-Vista Road and Admore-Ardwick Road has been reported as a Goatman hot spot.  As for the sightings, they come from persons of varying reliability. Some have claimed that the Goatman was bold enough to break into their homes while they were out, leading to the witnesses returning and startling the belligerent creature. And while struggles ensue there remains no physical evidence. Others claim to have witnessed the Goatman in the act of throwing canines off of interstate 495 overpasses near secluded areas. The assault of pets has been the most persistent accusation against the Goatman as there have been several rashes of mutilated or missing animals in the vicinity. The Washington Post reported such an incident in 1971 (the headline was residents fear the goatman lives) and while the author of the article treated the matter with levity they did provide a paper trail for those seeking more information on the spectral occurrences. When animals kept in the yard overnight or in pens become agitated or vanish, residents are heard to curse the Goatman. In some instances the decapitated corpses of the missing animals have been found, but as other journalists have pointed out there are other circumstances to consider (such as the fact that one of the dogs was found next to frequently used railroad tracks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the goatman &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the goatman is supposly a cautionary tale of science gone wrong, At the center of this moral crisis lies the United States Agricultural Research Center of Beltsville, Maryland. Two common variations involve a scientist working with goats at the facility. In one story the scientist simply went mad, for reasons often improvised by the storyteller, and ran off into the woods screaming. Ever since that accursed day the madman has stalked the woods of the area with an ax. The second and more fantastic version claims that the scientist’s experiments with goats went horribly wrong and he ended up becoming mutated and goat-like in appearance. After this occurred he went the way of his mad scientist counterpart, fleeing to the relative peace of the woods with an ax and a chip on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beltsville is situated at the outskirts of Washington D.C.’s suburbs and has an abundance of wooded land that could provide shelter or an escape route for the Goatman. There is a third assertion about man’s scientific wrongdoing involving a botched attempt at creating a cure for cancer. As the story goes this occurred back in the 1960’s in a Pittsburgh lab using techniques that are known to modern medical researchers to be redundant with no hope of facilitating any breakthroughs in the battle against cancer. However, this was unknown to the unfortunates involved in the experimentation and, through methods as yet unrevealed, the cancer cells were caused to grow into none other than the Goatman. The abominable beast then broke loose and has ravaged the countryside ever since. Furthermore, this legend claims that the Chubacabra phenomenon is in actuality the mistaken progeny of the Goatman creature the was created in the lab. No explanation as to how he multiplied has been ventured at the time of this writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fourth theory involves the mental health facility housed within the confines of the Goatman’s known territory. Some locals have grumbled about rumored experimentation on inmates while others have speculated about “regular” insane persons escaping in the night to commit the crimes that the Goatman has been blamed for. And finally there is the assertion that the Goatman is the embodiment of none other than the arch fiend himself, summoned to this earth from time to time by the rituals of satanists. The connection between this origin and the attacks on cars and dogs would seem tenuous at best. Other sources site parental license in the use of a deranged old hermit loose in the woods wielding his ax against children, generally residing in whichever area the parents wanted their children to stay away from. Examples are: near busy highways, under bridges, around certain electrical towers, and any other dangerous places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the goatman? a urban legend ? a cautioanry tale of science gone worng and the dnagers of young lust? Satan, or is it a satyr from greek myth? or a vicious hoax? who knows?  I voiced a warning  I have said before when you are out in the woods beware for you never know what you will see...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex My Life For Aiur! Stallwitz   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sources&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://azaz.essortment.com/goatmanlegend_rhcn.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-8397521997840715752?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/8397521997840715752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=8397521997840715752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/8397521997840715752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/8397521997840715752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2007/09/goatman-fact-or-fiction.html' title='The goatman Fact Or Fiction?'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-6152719487402566962</id><published>2007-09-04T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:38:15.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinwalkers</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently a movie come out called skinwalkers, the movie (which looks really lame by the way but thats my opinion) is about werewolves.&lt;br /&gt;However real life skinwalkers is a lot more than native american version of werewolves&lt;br /&gt; as it is  used in movies and books.  we will see what real life werewolves are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is a skinwalker  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a skin-walker is a person with the supernatural ability to turn into any animal he or she desires. Similar creatures can be found in numerous cultures' lores all over the world, closely related to beliefs in werewolves (also known as lycanthropes) and other "were" creatures (which can be described as therianthropes). The Mohawk Indian word "limikkin" is sometimes used to describe all skin-walkers. It is also known as the Yenaldooshi. This is what wikipedia  says  (they never lie!!!) actually a skinwalker is a more like a witch than a werewolf. the beleif is widespread among indians in the southwest.  the best documented skin-walker beliefs are those relating to the Navajo Yea-Naa-gloo-shee (literally "with it, he goes on all fours" in the Navajo language). A Yea-Naa-gloo-shee is one of the several varieties of Navajo witch (specifically an ’ánt’įįhnii or practitioner of the Witchery Way, as opposed to a user of curse-objects (’adagąsh) or a practitioner of Frenzy Way (’azhįtee)). Technically, the term refers to an ’ánt’įįhnii who is using his (rarely her) powers to travel in animal form. In some versions men or women who have attained the highest level of priesthood then commit the act of killing an immediate member of their family, and then have thus gained the evil powers that are associated with skin-walkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ’ánt’įįhnii are human beings who have gained supernatural power by breaking a cultural taboo. Specifically, a person is said to gain the power to become a Yea-Naa-gloo-shee upon initiation into the Witchery Way. Both men and women can become ’ánt’įįhnii and therefore possibly skinwalkers, but men are far more numerous. It is generally thought that only childless women can become witches. Although it is most frequently seen as a coyote, wolf, owl, fox, or crow, the Yea-Naa-gloo-shee is said to have the power to assume the form of any animal they choose, depending on what kind of abilities they need. Witches use the form for expedient travel, especially to the Navajo equivalent of the 'Black Mass', a perverted sing (and the central rite of the Witchery Way) used to curse instead of to heal. They also may transform to escape from pursuers.Some Navajo also believe that skin-walkers have the ability to steal the "skin" or body of a person. The Navajo believe that if you lock eyes with a skin walker they can absorb themselves into your body. It is also said that skin walkers avoid the light and that their eyes glow like an animal's when in human form and when in animal form their eyes do not glow as an animal's would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A skinwalker is usually described as naked, except for a coyote skin, or wolf skin. Some Navajos describe them as a mutated version of the animal in question. The skin may just be a mask, like those which are the only garment worn in the witches' sing. Because animal skins are used primarily by skin-walkers, the pelt of animals such as bears, coyotes, wolves, and cougars are strictly tabooed. Sheepskin and buckskin are probably two of the few hides used by Navajos, the latter is used only for ceremonial purposes. Often, Navajos tell of their encounter with a skin-walker, though there may be some hesitancy to reveal the story to non-Navajos, or (understandably) to talk of such frightening things at night. Sometimes the skin-walker will try to break into the house and attack the people inside, and will often bang on the walls of the house, knock on the windows, and climb onto the roofs. Sometimes, a strange, animal-like figure is seen standing outside the window, peering in. Other times, a skinwalker may attack a vehicle and cause a car accident. The skin-walkers are described as being fast, agile, and impossible to catch. Though some attempts have been made to shoot or kill one, they are not usually successful. Sometimes a skinwalker will be tracked down, only to lead to the house of someone known to the tracker. As in European werewolf lore, sometimes a wounded skinwalker will escape, only to have someone turn up later with a similar wound which reveals them to be the witch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A navajo author wroted "They curse people and cause great suffering and death," one Navajo writer explained. "At night, their eyes glow red like hot coals. It is said that if you see the face of a Naagloshii, they have to kill you. If you see one and know who it is, they will die. If you see them and you don't know them, they have to kill you to keep you from finding out who they are. They use a mixture that some call corpse powder, which they blow into your face. Your tongue turns black and you go into convulsions and you eventually die. They are known to use evil spirits in their ceremonies. The Dine' have learned ways to protect themselves against this evil and one has to always be on guard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Navajo legend, skinwalkers can have the power to read human thoughts. They also possess the ability to make any human or animal noise they choose. A skinwalker may use the voice of a relative or the cry of an infant to lure victims out of the safety of their homes. The legend of the skinwalker tell of god giving the people a gift of transformation and was used only against their enemies. Overtime, the people began to abuse this power, thus bringing god to earth to reclaim it. Some gave the power up and others hid with it and passed the knowledge to others. Some tribes believe that skinwalkers can use the spit, hair, or shoes and old clothing of a person to make curses that will attack that specific person. For this reason many Navajo will never spit or leave shoes outside. They also take great care to see that any hair or nail clippings are burned. Urine cannot endanger a person because it is considered too acidic. belief in skinwalkers exist among Hopi, Utes, and other tribes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Stuhf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Stuhf is a lawyer who  worked in a legal aid program based near Genado Arizona. during the 70's Many, if not most, of his clients were Navajo, he is notable becuse he sued a skinwalker in court! His legal confrontation with a witch occurred in a dispute over child custody and financial support. His client, a Navajo woman who lived on the reservation with her son, was asking for full custody rights and back child support payments from her estranged husband, an Apache man. At one point during the legal wrangling, the husband got permission to take the son out for an evening, but didn't return the boy until the next day. The son later told his mother what had transpired that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the son, he spent the night with his father and a "medicine man." They built a fire atop a cliff and, for many hours, the medicine man performed ceremonies, songs, and incantations around the fire. As dawn broke, the three traveled into a wooded area near a cemetery, where they dug a hole. Into the hole, the medicine man deposited two dolls made of wood. One of the dolls was made of dark wood, the other of light wood. It was as if the two dolls were meant to represent the mother and her lawyer. Although Stuhff wasn't sure how seriously to take the news, he recognized that it certainly didn't sound good, so he sought out the advice of a Navajo professor at a nearby community college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He told me that the ceremony I had described was very powerful and very serious and that it meant that I was supposed to end up buried in that cemetery," Stuhff says. "He also said that a witch can perform this type of ceremony only four times in his life, because if he tries it more than that, the curse would come back on the witch himself. He also told me that if the intended victim found out about it, then the curse would come back onto the person who had requested it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuhff thought about a way to let the husband know that he had found out about the ceremony, so he filed court papers that requested an injunction against the husband and the unknown medicine man, whom he described in the court documents as "John Doe, A Witch." The motion described in great detail the alleged ceremony. The opposing attorney appeared extremely upset by the motion, as did the husband and the presiding judge. The opposing lawyer argued to the court that the medicine man had performed "a blessing way ceremony," not a curse. But Stuhff knew that the judge, who was a Navajo, could distinguish between a blessing ceremony, which takes place in Navajo hogans (homes), and what was obviously a darker ceremony involving lookalike dolls that took place in the woods near a cemetery. The judge nodded in agreement when Stuhff responded. Before the judge could rule, Stuhff requested a recess so that the significance of his legal motion could sink in. The next day, the husband capitulated by agreeing to grant total custody to the mother and to pay all back child support. "I took it very seriously because he took it seriously," Stuhff says. "I learned early on that sometimes witches will do things themselves to assist the supernatural, and I knew what that might mean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not Stuhff literally believes that witches have supernatural powers, he acknowledges that this belief is strongly held in the Navajo nation. Certain communities on the reservation had reputations as witchcraft strongholds, he says. It is also unknown whether the witch he faced was a skinwalker or not. "Not all witches are skinwalkers," he says, "but all skinwalkers are witches. And skinwalkers are at the top. They are a witch's witch, so to speak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Navajo witch purge of 1848&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 1848, "Witchcraft was always an accepted, if not widely acknowledged part of Navajo culture," wrote journalist A. Lynn Allison. "And the killing of witches was historically as much accepted among the Navajo as among the Europeans." Allison has studied what she calls the "Navajo Witch Purge of 1878" and has written a book on the subject. In that year, more than 40 Navajo witches were killed or "purged" by tribe members because the Navajo had endured a horrendous forced march at the hands of the U.S. Army in which hundreds were starved, murdered, or left to die. At the end of the march, the Navajo were confined to a bleak reservation that left them destitute and starving. The gross injustice of their situation led them to conclude that witches might be responsible, so they purged their ranks of suspected witches as a means of restoring harmony and balance. Tribe members reportedly found a collection of witch artifacts wrapped in a copy of the Treaty of 1868 and "buried in the belly of a dead person." It was all the proof they needed to unleash their deadly purge.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;real life sightings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TOne story told on the Navajo reservation in Arizona concerns a woman who delivered newspapers in the early morning hours. She claims that, during her rounds, she heard a scratching on the passenger door of her vehicle. Her baby was in the car seat next to her. The door flung open and she saw the horrifying form of a creature she described as half-man, half-beast, with glowing red eyes and a gnarly arm that was reaching for her child. She fought it off, managed to pull the door closed, then pounded the gas pedal and sped off. To her horror, she says, the creature ran along with the car and continued to try to open the door. It stayed with her until she screeched up to an all-night convenience store. She ran inside, screaming and hysterical, but when the store employee dashed outside, the being had vanished. Outsiders may view the story skeptically, and any number of alternative explanations might be suggested, but it is taken seriously on the Navajo reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although skinwalkers are generally believed to prey only on Native Americans, there are recent reports from Anglos claiming they had encountered skinwalkers while driving on or near tribal lands. One New Mexico Highway Patrol officer told us that while patrolling a stretch of highway south of Gallup, New Mexico, he had had two separate encounters with a ghastly creature that seemingly attached itself to the door of his vehicle. During the first encounter, the veteran law enforcement officer said the unearthly being appeared to be wearing a ghostly mask as it kept pace with his patrol car. To his horror, he realized that the ghoulish specter wasn't attached to his door after all. Instead, he said, it was running alongside his vehicle as he cruised down the highway at a high rate of speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer said he had a nearly identical experience in the same area a few days later. He was shaken to his core by these encounters, but didn't realize that he would soon get some confirmation that what he had seen was real. While having coffee with a fellow highway patrolman not long after the second incident, the cop cautiously described his twin experiences. To his amazement, the second officer admitted having his own encounter with a white-masked ghoul, a being that appeared out of nowhere and then somehow kept pace with his cruiser as he sped across the desert. The first officer told us that he still patrols the same stretch of highway and that he is petrified every time he enters the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Caucasian family still speaks in hushed tones about its encounter with a skinwalker, even though it happened in 1983. While driving at night along Route 163 through the massive Navajo Reservation, the four members of the family felt that someone was following them. As their truck slowed down to round a sharp bend, the atmosphere changed, and time itself seemed to slow down. Then something leaped out of a roadside ditch at the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was black and hairy and was eye level with the cab," one of the witnesses recalled. "Whatever this thing was, it wore a man's clothes. It had on a white and blue checked shirt and long pants. Its arms were raised over its head, almost touching the top of the cab. It looked like a hairy man or a hairy animal in man's clothing, but it didn't look like an ape or anything like that. Its eyes were yellow and its mouth was open."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father described as a fearless man who had served two tours in Vietnam, turned completely white, the blood drained from his face. The hair on his neck and arms stood straight up, like a cat under duress, and noticeable goose bumps erupted from his skin. Although time seemed frozen during this bizarre interlude, the truck continued on its way, and the family was soon miles down the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, at their home in Flagstaff, the family awoke to the sounds of loud drumming. As they peered out their windows, they saw the dark forms of three "men" outside their fence. The shadowy beings tried to climb the fence to enter the yard but seemed inexplicably unable to cross onto the property. Frustrated by their failed entry, the men began to chant in the darkness as the terrified family hudded inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? Retired teacher and UFO researcher Junior Hicks says his friends in the Ute tribe believe the skinwalker presence in the Uinta Basin extends back at least 15 generations. The Utes, described by historians as a fierce and warlike people, were sometimes aligned with the Navajo against common enemies during the 1800's. But the alliance didn't last. When the Utes first acquired horses from the Spanish, they enthusiastically embraced the Spanish example by engaging in the slave trade. They reportedly abducted Navajos and other Indians and sold them in New Mexico slave markets. Later, during the American Civil War, some Ute bands took orders from Kit Carson in a military campaign against the Navajo. According to Hicks, the Utes believe the Navajo put a curse on their tribe in retribution for many perceived transgressions. And ever since that time, Hicks was told, the skinwalker has plagued the Ute people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ranch property has been declared as off-limits to tribal members because it lies in the path of the skinwalker. Even today, Utes refuse to set foot on what they see as accursed land. But the tribe doesn't necessarily believe that the skinwalker lives on the ranch. Hicks says the Utes told him that the skinwalker lives in a place called Dark Canyon, which is not far from the ranch. In the early 1980's, Hicks sought permission from tribal elders to explore the canyon. He's been told there are centuries-old petroglyphs in Dark Canyon, some of which depict the skinwalker. But the tribal council denied his request to explore the canyon. One member later confided to Hicks that the tribe denied the request because it did not want to disturb the skinwalker for fear that it might "create problems." The tribe's advice to Hicks: "Leave it alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Banyshek suggests that some parts of this account don’t add up. He thinks it unlikely that the Navajo would enlist the assistance of a skinwalker to carry out their revenge on the Utes, no matter how much the tribe might want some payback on their enemy. "The skinwalkers are regarded as selfish, greedy, and untrustworthy," Banyshek says. "If the Navajo knew someone to be a skinwalker, they would probably kill him, not ask for his help with the Utes. Besides, even if he was asked, the skinwalker would be unlikely to help the Navajo get revenge, since his motives are entirely evil and self-serving. From the Navajo perspective, this story doesn't make sense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from the Ute perspective, it could ring true. "The Utes could very likely have concluded that the curse is real," explains Banyshek. "Different tribes or bands would often tell stories about the evil motives of other tribes they were in conflict with, about how another tribe was in league with witches, or how other tribes were cannibals. The Utes might tell themselves this story as a way to explain their own misfortunes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hicks told us that the Indians say they see them a lot. "When they go out camping," he says, "they sprinkle bark around their campsites and light it as protection against these things. But it's not just Indians. Whites see them, too." Like his Ute neighbors, Hicks sometimes uses the terms skinwalker and Sasquatch interchangeably. He says he's seen photographs of the telltale huge footprints often associated with Bigfoot, taken in the vicinity of the Gorman ranch. But whether it was a run-of-the-mill Sasquatch or a far more sinister skinwalker isn't always clear, even to those who accept he existence of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was an incident 16 years ago where a skinwalker was on a porch in Fort Duchesne," Hicks remembers. "They called the tribal police and tracked it east toward the river. They took some shots at it and thought they hit it because they found blood on the ground, but they never found a body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also conducted an interview with a Ute man who worked as a security officer for the tribe. He provided us with details about his own encounter with a Bigfoot or skinwalker. Brandon Ware (not his real name) received his police training at an academy associated with the Bureau of Indian Affairs. He says he was working the 10:00 p.m. to 4:00 a.m. shift, guarding a tribal building near a part of the reservation known as Little Chicago. Between midnight and 1:00 in the morning, Ware walked up to check on the building and noticed that the guard dogs inside were calm but intently staring through a window at something outside. They weren't barking, he said, just looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could see this big ol' round thing, you know, in the patio over there," Ware recalls, "and the hair started raising on my neck and I kinda got worried a little bit trying to figure out what things were. I stood there and watched it for a few minutes, then it came over the top and headed down the road. But I could smell it. Even after it was gone, you could smell it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ware says that when the creature realized it was being observed, it briefly looked over at Ware, then vaulted over a short wall that surrounded the patio area outside the building. He says it took off running toward the Little Chicago neighborhood, crashing into garbage cans as it moved past the homes, and generating a cacophony of loud barking by every dog in the immediate area. Ware says he then went into the building and telephoned another on-duty officer who was nearby. By the time Ware left the building, the other officer had pulled up in his patrol car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ware told the other officer to turn off his engine so they could listen to the hubbub that was still unfolding among the nearby homes. "We listened a little bit and we could hear it. Then we jumped in and took off. We headed down the hill to see if we could catch up to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two officers didn't see the creature again that night, but had no trouble tracing its path through the cluster of homes because they were able to follow a noticeable trail of scattered garbage cans. "It must have gone straight on through, " Ware recalls. "We could see where cans - people usually tie up their cans - them were all off. I told the other officer, 'hey man, maybe it picked up them cans and was throwing them at those dogs'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ware provided us with further details about what he had seen. His initial impression was of something dark and round. But he says that when the creature stood erect to vault over the patio wall, it appeared to be "huge." Ware was carrying a large flashlight at the time of the encounter. He says he was using the flashlight just minutes before the encounter while checking the doors of the building, but when he tried to use it to illuminate the creature, the light wouldn't turn on. When the creature took off running down the hill, the flashlight clicked back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He moved quick," he told us. "Whatever it was, it moved - I called him a 'he' - it could have been a she. It could have been whatever, but he moved quick going down through there. But it was kind of cool. It was neat. I never knew it...it was something I've never seen before. I've heard about them. I heard the old people talking about some of these things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few nights later, Ware got a chance for a second look. He and another officer, "Bob", were patrolling a back road that emerges at a spot known as Shorty's Hill. They emerged from the road to a pasture area that is punctuated by a large rock. "I don't know if it was the same guy or not," Ware says. "It was a big ol' black hairy thing hanging there, and when it turned around, it had big ol' eyes on him. It had big ol' red eyes on him about yeay big. We'd just passed it and I told Bob 'there he is,' and then he come to a screeching halt and we backed up. By the time we got out, it was gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ware described the creature's eyes as being "coal red" and unusually large. He isn't sure whether the headlights of the patrol car might have affected his perception of the beast's eye color, but tends to doubt it. He has no doubt about the presence of the beast itself. "We got out there to go look and we had shotguns and pistols and everything. We were going to blow him away," Ware admits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When pressed for his opinion of what he had seen, whether it might have been a Sasquatch or even a skinwalker, Ware's response seemed to draw a distinction between the two, but the distinction became blurry as the conversation progressed and Ware explained his understanding of tribal lore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sasquatch, he's an old man, an old man that lives on a mountain," he explained. "He just comes in and looks at people and then he goes back out again. He just lives there all his life, never takes care of himself, and just smells real bad. Almost like, almost like that guy, like he is dirty, dirty human being smell is what it smelled like...a real deep, bad odor....It smelled like dirty bad underarms...The closer I got, the worse the smell got." Could the creature he saw have been a skinwalker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope," said Ware. "A skinwalker's smaller. A skinwalker is the size of humans, six foot and under. They don't come in most of the time to where the animals are at. They come in where people are at. They can come right here and you'd never know he was standing here looking at you in the middle of the night...they can take the shape of anything they want to take the shape of. Like I said, they're medicine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ware said that skinwalker sightings among the Utes are not uncommon. He told us of an encounter with two shapeshifters near the Gorman ranch. The figures he described are so unusual, so far outside our own concept of reality as to be almost comical, like something out of a Saturday morning cartoon. One local who saw them in the road in Fort Duchesne described them as humans with dog heads smoking cigarettes. But Ware was perfectly serious in his description. He certainly did not bare his soul for comic effect and we have no interest in making light of his story. For him, and for many others, skinwalkers are as real as the morning sun or the evening moon. They are a part of everyday life, and they most certainly are integral to the story of the Gorman ranch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could the Utes have used the skinwalker curse as an all-encompassing explanation for their assorted tribal misfortunes, as Banyshek asks? Or are they relying on the legend as an umbrella explanation for the wide range of paranormal events that have been reported in the vicinity of their lands for generations - in particular, in the vicinity of the ranch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a skinwalker really is a shapeshifter, capable of mind control and other trickery, might it also have the ability to conjure up nightmarish visions of Bigfoot or UFOs? Could it steal and mutilate cattle, incinerate dogs, generate images of monsters , unknown creatures, or extinct species, and could it also frighten hapless residents with poltergeist-like activity? At the very least, the skinwalker legend might be a convenient way for the Utes to grasp a vast menu of otherwise inexplicable events, the same sort of events that might stymie and confuse a team of modern scientists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this article is not to dismiss the skinwalker, the skinwalkers are very real to Navajos, and even more creepy there are real life sightings, but what are they?  are they real? its a another case for the DFTE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!!!! Stallwitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sources&lt;br /&gt;http://dailygrail.com/node/5130&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skinwalker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-6152719487402566962?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/6152719487402566962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=6152719487402566962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/6152719487402566962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/6152719487402566962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2007/09/skinwalkers.html' title='Skinwalkers'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-4438319135304093404</id><published>2007-08-10T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T22:44:25.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend Of The Beast Of  Sugar HIll</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following is the story behind the beast of sugar hill road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from http://brentkmoore.blogspot.com/2007/07/creature-of-sugar-flat-rd.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LEGEND OF SUGAR FLAT ROAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mysterious is all around us....&lt;br /&gt;Incidents occur that should never happen...things that aren't meant to take place in the real world where the sun is shining brightly. And in 1987, on a cold, crisp moonlit January night, one of those things that don't happen happened in the hills of Lebanon, Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that particular night, a lover's tryst led two people closer to the unknown than they had ever wanted to get and when the night was over they'd relive it a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two had come to Sugar Flat Road (or Lover's Lane as it was often called) to meet discreetly. And since one of the parties was married discretion seemed like a good idea. As usually happens in meetings such as this, time seemed to stand still for the amorous couple. Before they knew it, it was well past the hour when they should have gone to their separate homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited (for apparent reasons) and anxious over the possibility of being caught at their illicit games they sped away from their place on the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the couple rounded a curve on the bumpy, old road two figures burst directly into the path of the truck from the line of small scrub trees and bushes that lined their route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brakes and the battered old truck did little to slow the vehicle and in the midst of crunching metal, breaking glass, and skidding tires the couple heard a horrible groan. Thinking he had hit a deer or a small bear, the driver swung his door wide and leaped out of the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing (that's what we'll call it for the time being) lay toward the rear of the truck. The driver could barely make it out despite the full moon and the glare of his taillight. He took a flashlight from his lady friend inside the truck and went back to get another look at the lifeless form lying in the road. As he approached the thing, he heard an animal-type cry from the other figure standing just outside his field of vision. Frightened by this cry, he was also fascinated at the thing in the road. As the beam of his flashlight settled on the thing, he forgot all about its partner in the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever he had run over looked for all practical purposes like a medium-sized man with one exception. It was covered with what looked to be hair or fur. It was also definitely dead. As he stood over the creature, his girlfriend's voice trickled in from the darknessand he realized that the most important thing he could do right now was get her home before they both had too much explaining to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled the creature to the side of the road, disguised it as well as he could and got back into the truck. Despite her questions, he did little talking during the trip. After dropping her off he went home and drank the better part of a bottle of whiskey hoping it would calm him and put him to sleep quickly after the harrowing experience. But try as he might, sleep evaded him. The solution to his restlessness seemed to be to return to Sugar Flat Road and find out exactly what it was he hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dressed quickly and drove off into the late night early morning sky. As he neared the site of the accident he drove by slowly looking for the body he'd moved to the side of the road earlier. He backed his truck into the tree line in front of a small building that for many years had been used as a voting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in the quiet of the dawn he inspected the creature again. It wasn't a man. Of that he was sure. But what was it? With a shudder he took a shovel from the back of his truck intent on burying the thing deep in the ground and forgetting this night had ever happened. But as he dug into the soft earth, he began to reason that since the creature wasn't a man it was obviously an animal. And he should have a trophy. When the hole had been dug he deftly severed the creature's head with the point of the shovel, scooped it up and tossed it into the bed of the pickup. He kicked the thing's body into the hole, covered it with dirt and drove into town to a taxidermist's shop. The taxidermist shook his head in disbelief when he saw the creature's head, but despite never having seen anything like it before he agreed to preserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For several years after the incident the head rested on the mantel. The reactions varied: Monster, Bigfoot, Alien, genetic freak...no one knew. The only person who had a definite opinion on the creature was the man's wife. And that opinion was "Either it goes or I go!" So it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there continue to be spottings of the creature's mate up and down Sugar Flat Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Residents of the area have complained that chickens, ducks and turkeys often come up missing and the rumor is that if a dog barks at night it will probably never be seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creature's head now resides at Cuz's Antique Center on the Square in Lebanon, Tennessee. It's been there for several years now. And despite the national television and radio exposure, no one to this day can attest to the origin of this unusual creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool, huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex The Legion Will Fall Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-4438319135304093404?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/4438319135304093404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=4438319135304093404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/4438319135304093404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/4438319135304093404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2007/08/legend-of-beast-of-sugar-hill.html' title='The Legend Of The Beast Of  Sugar HIll'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-4765895241974268747</id><published>2007-08-10T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T22:37:42.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beast Of Sugar Hill Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qI0UMZIUrDc/Rr1LJZ5VctI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TRdVh9uBUvU/s1600-h/873639099_5894a78e2d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qI0UMZIUrDc/Rr1LJZ5VctI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TRdVh9uBUvU/s400/873639099_5894a78e2d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-7506573396549596869?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/7506573396549596869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=7506573396549596869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/7506573396549596869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/7506573396549596869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qI0UMZIUrDc/Rr1LAJ5VcsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XDBB2Mp_6OA/s72-c/photograph16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-116874557221789982</id><published>2007-01-13T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T19:34:51.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australian Big Cats or Alien Cats down under</title><content type='html'>dear readers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful christmas and is having a happy new year. sorry about not updating in a while. i had some personal  things to deal with. today i will talked about Alien cats in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are alien cats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;longtime readers will know that I started this blog with a discussion of alien cats in England. An alien cat is a cat that is not in its natural habitat. two cases of this have been reported in Australia. the Gippsland phantom cat and the blues mountain panther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Gippsland phantom cat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the region of Gippsland in Australia has been plagued with sightings of a large non native cat since after World War II. if fact some believe that the origin of the Gippsland Phantom Cat, if it did indeed exist, may be traced back to animals let loose by United States soldiers based in Victoria, Australia during World War II. A pair of pumas (or other large cats) were used as mascots. Upon the end of the war, it is speculated that the pumas were released into the wild, somewhere in the Gippsland region (although some claim the cats were released in the Grampians National Park) where they subsequently bred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A variations of this myth is the claim that large cats were the descendants of animals which escaped from a travelling zoo or a circus (common at the turn of the century), or were kept as pets by gold miners during the 1850s gold rush. (a small note there are no big cats native to Australia) in fact A leaked government document cited 59 reported sightings between 1998 and 2001! what is going on? did a group of cats escape or were let loose and breed to form a stable population or is a myth. add fuel to the fire. In June 2005, Kurt Engel, a deer hunter from Noble Park, shot what he claimed was a large cat, in rugged terrain near the town of Sale. Engel photographed the dead cat, before cutting off its tail, and dumping the body in a river. DNA testing results determined that the beast was a giant feral cat/ this led to speculation that the Gippsland cat is a mutant feral cat and this raises many question as why did this happened and is it widespread...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Blues Mountain panther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blues mountain panther is one of the oldest sighted cat in Australia. sightings have been reported since 1850! It has has been reported by residents of the Blue Mountains area, west of Sydney, New South Wales for over a century. It has also been dubbed by many as the Penrith Panther, due to the sightings occurring in the areas of the Blue Mountains, Richmond and Penrith Valley areas, who's first grade NRL team is the Penrith Panthers. t is frequently speculated that the creature (or more probably, creatures), if it exists, may be the offspring of animals that escaped into the wilderness from travelling circuses in the late nineteenth or early twentieth centuries. Another suggestion is that because the creature has been reported largely in old gold-mining regions, its ancestors may have been imported from the United States by American miners in the 1850s and later released. There are also supposed eyewitness reports of US military personnel releasing big cats imported in aircraft from southeast Asia during the Second World War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another theory of the cat's origins lay in the now closed safari park at Warragamba. Sightings have been reported in this area in recent years, with many believing that a panther or panthers may have escaped from the wildlife park before it was closed down, or during the removal of animals, however this cannot be confirmed by residents or park owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof of the panther's existence is largely limited to eyewitness encounters, combined with such circumstantial evidence as large feline-type scratches found high on trees, and the carcasses of sheep and cattle supposedly killed by it. In the latter case the remains have allegedly been found high in the fork of trees, well above the level of flood waters, or in areas not affected by flooding at all, suggesting that they were dragged there by a large, powerful predator. n recent years reports of the Blue Mountains panthers have become increasingly frequent, particularly around the towns of Lithgow and Grose Vale. On several occasions, witnesses have reported being attacked by large dark-coloured feline creatures that are described as being much larger than any known feral cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While no conclusive evidence of the "panther" has yet been found, a 2004 report by New South Wales Department of Agriculture investigator Bill Atkinson, the department's rural NSW-based Agricultural Protection Officer, concluded: "Nothing found in this review conclusively proves the presence of free-ranging exotic large cats in New South Wales, but this cannot be discounted and seems more likely than not on the available evidence." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Findings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is going on? is there a population of alien cats in Australia or is just mass hysteria. we may never know, the answer will remain  a mystery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love And Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Kroot and Tau stand as one Stallwitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sources&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org for both articles on the Blue Mountain panther and the Gippsland phantom cat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-116874557221789982?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/116874557221789982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=116874557221789982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116874557221789982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116874557221789982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2007/01/australian-big-cats-or-alien-cats-down.html' title='Australian Big Cats or Alien Cats down under'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-116467147313377274</id><published>2006-11-27T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:51:13.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another photo of the chile sea monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/640/tapanahuelito_01.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/320/tapanahuelito_01.0.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-116467147313377274?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/116467147313377274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=116467147313377274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116467147313377274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116467147313377274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-photo-of-chile-sea-monster.html' title='another photo of the chile sea monster'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-116467144204985322</id><published>2006-11-27T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:50:42.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lake monsters from Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/640/Nahuelito2.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/320/Nahuelito2.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-116467144204985322?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/116467144204985322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=116467144204985322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116467144204985322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116467144204985322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/11/lake-monsters-from-chile.html' title='a lake monsters from Chile'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-116467115807513136</id><published>2006-11-27T15:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:45:58.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a massive photo update</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have update my blog with some photo i've collected. including a photo of  Beast of Gévaudan. enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Only the Faithful will win the day! Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-116467115807513136?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/116467115807513136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=116467115807513136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116467115807513136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116467115807513136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/11/massive-photo-update_27.html' title='a massive photo update'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-116467114237767413</id><published>2006-11-27T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:45:42.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a massive photo update</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have update my blog with some photo i've collected. including a photo of  Beast of Gévaudan. enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Only the Faithful will win the day! Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-116467114237767413?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/116467114237767413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=116467114237767413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116467114237767413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116467114237767413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/11/massive-photo-update.html' title='a massive photo update'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-116467071501739228</id><published>2006-11-27T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:38:35.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bigfoot photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/640/OKgamecam2.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/320/OKgamecam2.0.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an alleged photo of bigfoot, fact or fiction you decided&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-116467071501739228?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/116467071501739228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=116467071501739228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116467071501739228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116467071501739228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/11/bigfoot-photo.html' title='bigfoot photo'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-116467058819688468</id><published>2006-11-27T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:36:28.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sea ghosts</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/640/70e3c36fe373f4ee38d9896429d158a5_2watertownghosts.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/320/70e3c36fe373f4ee38d9896429d158a5_2watertownghosts.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a famous ghost photo taken off a side of a ship by one of the crew who saw that faces were his crewmates that died earily.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-116467058819688468?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/116467058819688468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=116467058819688468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116467058819688468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116467058819688468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/11/sea-ghosts.html' title='the sea ghosts'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-116467045421377663</id><published>2006-11-27T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:34:14.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ghost photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/640/1f96fb452309af81a60993cbd1769ea7_9hamptoncourtghost.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/320/1f96fb452309af81a60993cbd1769ea7_9hamptoncourtghost.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is from england and is considered one of the greatest ghost photo ever!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-116467045421377663?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/116467045421377663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=116467045421377663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116467045421377663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116467045421377663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/11/ghost-photo.html' title='ghost photo'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-116467031169630723</id><published>2006-11-27T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:31:51.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beast of Gevaudin</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/640/Gevaudan.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/320/Gevaudan.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; cursor:hand; text-align:center'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a drawing of the beast based on eyewitness accounts from witness&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-116467031169630723?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/116467031169630723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=116467031169630723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116467031169630723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116467031169630723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/11/beast-of-gevaudin.html' title='the beast of Gevaudin'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-116441460959878959</id><published>2006-11-24T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T16:30:53.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beast Of Gevaudan</title><content type='html'>dear readers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written about the strange sightings of werewolves in Wisconsin, but the most sightings were of the the beast of Gevaudan. join us as we try to figure to figured it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creature known as the beast of Gevaudan was first sighted in the tiny mountain providence of Gévaudan (Lozère), France. it was described as being a wolflike creature the size of a cow, with a wide chest, a long sinuous tail with a lion-like tuft of fur on the end, and a greyhound-like head with small straight ears and large protruding fangs. the creature  killed a large amount of people mainly women and children  A young woman was attacked by a large, wolf-like monster in the Forêt de Merçoire near Langogne.  She was one of the few people who survived an encounter with la Bête, a creature which was, peculiarly, referred to in the feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October of that year, two hunters came across the Beast and shot at it from close range.  The Beast was hit a total of four times, but it seemed relatively untouched.   A Capt. Duhamel, who commanded nearly 60 soldiers, began his own hunt for La Bête, and on several occasions wounded it--but it was still not killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1765, King Louis XV himself sent an experienced wolf-hunter named Denneval to Gévaudan to kill the Beast.  Before Denneval himself managed to track down the Beast, a man named de la Chaumette saw the Beast near his home, near St.-Chely.  He and his two brothers went out to a pasture in hopes of killing the Beast.  They shot it twice, but it still didn't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June, 1765, Denneval gave up his hunt.  The previous month, King Louis sent out his chief gun-carrier, Antoine de Beauterne.  On September 21, he launched a hunt in the Béal Ravine, near Pommier.  He shot what he believed was the Beast.  It was an extremely large wolf, 6 feet long.  De Beauterne's kill was preserved up until this century in the Museum of Natural History in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the killings still continued.  In the summer of 1767, hundreds of peasants made pilgrimages to Notre-Dame de Beaulieu Cathedral near Mount Chauvet to pray for deliverance from the creature, which was widely believed to be either punishment sent by God, or possibly a loup-garou (werewolf).  One of the peasants who went to the cathedral was a hermit named Jean Chastel.  He had his rifle and three bullets blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 19, 1767, an area noble organized a huge hunt, with more than 300 participants. Chastel, at the Sogne d'Aubert, waited for the Beast to appear, praying all the while.   When it appeared, he shot it.  Finally, it died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many theories abounded as what was it. a new species,  was it a werewolf? My personally favorite theory comes from a chance discovery of the creature's remains in Paris. the creature's remains were examined and it was believed to a Hyena! this raises a interesting question. How did a hyena end up in France? it can be explained by the royalty's habit of having a Menagerie or a private collection of animals.  maybe  a hyena was imported from Africa and it escaped and to survive start to kill whatever prey it could catch and this turn out to be innocent women and children. but what of the beast supposedly being bulletproof. why did a bullet blessed by a priest was the only bullet that killed it? was the beast a werewolves or a wayward hyena? the world may never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex these who fight by my side will be my brother Stallwitz  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/siren/552/eur_la_bete.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-116441460959878959?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/116441460959878959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=116441460959878959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116441460959878959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116441460959878959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/11/beast-of-gevaudan.html' title='The Beast Of Gevaudan'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-116434011318890323</id><published>2006-11-23T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T19:48:33.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to wish you a happy thanksgiving, and thank you for you reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Our Deaths Shall Be Magnificent!!! Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-116434011318890323?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/116434011318890323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=116434011318890323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116434011318890323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116434011318890323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-116259907943360003</id><published>2006-11-03T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T10:44:10.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Rockets and Foo Fighters  Mysteries Of World War II</title><content type='html'>dear readers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a good Halloween, and enjoyed our updates. today's update is about two mysteries of world war II. the ghost rockets and foo fighters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were the  ghost rockets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost rockets are the  name given to mysterious rocket or missile shaped objects which were sighted on many different occasions between May and December 1946, with peaks on the 9th and 11th August of 1946. They were seen primarily in Sweden and nearby Scandinavian countries, but also in other European countries as well. Altogether some 2000 reported sightings were logged, 200 of them being on radar, and a number of fragments were reported found by military authorities. Many Ufologists consider the Ghost Rockets to be the first widespread sightings after World War II of what later came to be known as Unidentified flying objects or UFOs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their origin is to this day unknown, but at the time it was thought likely that they originated from the former German rocket facility at Peenemünde and were long-range tests by the Russians of captured German V-1 or V-2 missiles, or perhaps another early form of cruise missile because of the ways they were sometimes seen to maneuver. The best known of these crashes occurred on July 19, 1946, into Lake Kölmjärv, Sweden. Witnesses reported a gray, rocket-shaped object with wings crashing in the lake. One witness interviewed heard a thunderclap, possibly the object exploding. However, a 3 week military search conducted in intense secrecy again turned up nothing. The Swedish Air Force officer who led the search, Karl-Gösta Bartoll, was interviewed in 1984. (photo right) He said their investigation suggested the object largely disintegrated in flight. He speculated that the object may have been made of material designed to disintegrate, the military concluding that the object was "probably manufactured of a light-weight material, possibly a kind of magnesium alloy." Bartoll insisted that "what people saw were real, physical objects." (Randles, 29-30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after his investigation in 1946, Bartoll submitted a report in which he similarly stated that the bottom of the lake had been disturbed but nothing found and that "there are many indications that the Kölmjärv object disintegrated itself...the object was probably manufactured in a lightweight material, possibly a kind of magnesium alloy that would disintegrate easily, and not give indications on our instruments." (Carpenter chronology, External links)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 3, 1946, a memo was drafted for the Swedish Ghost Rocket committee stating "nearly one hundred impacts have been reported and thirty pieces of debris have been received and examined by FOA." (later said to be meteorite fragments) Of the nearly 1000 reports that had been received by the Swedish Defense Staff to November 29, 225 were considered observations of "real physical objects" and every one had been seen in broad daylight. Strangely they seem to crash into lakes,  but left little evidence but only craters and torn plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what were the ghost rockets, were they optical illusions?  In his report of October 11, 1946, the Swedish Commander-in-Chief admitted that about 80 % of the about one thousand cases could be attributed to natural light phenomena, but then stubbornly states: "There has, however, in a number of cases, been sightings which cannot be attributed to natural phenomena, or dismissed as figments of the imagination." Although no projectile ever was found the report states, nevertheless, that "not with any single crash (italics by the translator) has anything been found that can indicate material from some kind of space projectile." if 80% are explainable? what are the other 20%  Russian missle tests , captured german techology or maybe they are truly are UFO's objects from another world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foo fighters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghost rockets are not the only strange objects sighted, the more famous sightings are the Foo fighters. the foo fighters are considered some of the first UFO sightings before the flap in 1947. the terms was coined  by Allied aircraft pilots in World War II to describe various UFOs or mysterious aerial phenomena seen in the skies over Europe and the Pacific theatre. they were generally thought to have been borrowed from the often surrealist comic strip Smokey Stover. Smokey, a firefighter, was fond of saying "Where there's foo there's fire." (this "foo" may have come from "feu", the French word for "fire", or from Smokey's pronunciation of the word "fuel".) A Big Little Book titled Smokey Stover the Foo Fighter was published in 1938. Foo may have also come from the French word faux meaning, in this case, 'fake'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same vein, "Foo" could be derived from the French "Fou," or "mad.."Foo fighter" was supposedly used as a semi-derogatory reference to Japanese fighter pilots (known for erratic flying and extreme maneuvering), it became a catch-all term for fast moving, erratically flying objects (such as UFOs). Contemporary witnesses often assumed that the foo fighters were secret weapons employed by the enemy. Despite these fears, foo fighters (whatever they might have been) were apparently never reported to have harmed or tried to harm anyone.Though usually thought of as blobs of light or fire, several different types of reported phenomena were classed as "foo fighters". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some famous sightings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foo fighters were reported on many occasions from around the world; a few examples are noted below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nighttime sighting from September, 1941 in the Indian Ocean was similar to some later Foo Fighter reports. From the deck of the S.S. Pułaski, (a Polish merchant vessel transporting British troops), two sailors reported a "strange globe glowing with greenish light, about half the size of the full moon as it appears to us." (Clark, 230) They alerted a British officer, who watched the object's movements with them for over an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On February 28, 1942, just prior to its participation in the Battle of the Java Sea, the USS Houston reportedly saw a large number of strange, unexplained yellow flares and lights which illuminated the sea for miles around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A report was made from the Solomon Islands in 1942 by United States Marine Stephen J. Brickner. Following an air raid alarm, Brickner and others witnessed about 150 objects grouped in lines of 10 or 12 objects each. Seeming to "wobble" as they moved, Brickner reported that the objects resembled polished silver and seemed to move a little faster than common Japanese aircraft. He described the sighting, saying "All in all, it was the most awe-inspiring and yet frightening spectacle I have seen in my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foo fighter reports were mentioned in the mass media. A 1945 Time story stated "If it was not a hoax or an optical illusion, it was certainly the most puzzling secret weapon that Allied fighters have yet encountered. Last week U.S. night fighter pilots based in France told a strange story of balls of fire which for more than a month have been following their planes at night over Germany. No one seemed to know what, if anything, the fireballs were supposed to accomplish. Pilots, guessing it was a new psychological weapon, named it the 'foo-fighter' ... Their descriptions of the apparition varied, but they agree that the mysterious flares stuck close to their planes and appeared to follow them at high speed for miles. One pilot said that a foo-fighter, appearing as red balls off his wing tips, stuck with him until he dove at 360 miles an hour [580 km/h]; then the balls zoomed up into the sky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Robertson Panel cited foo fighter reports, noting that their behavior did not appear to be threatening. Interestingly, the Robertson Panel's report noted that many Foo Fighters were described as metallic and disc shaped, and suggested that "If the term "flying saucers" had been popular in 1943-1945, these objects would have been so labeled." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what were they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many theories abound, the most obvious are they were UFO's, this would explain their strange movements and lights. other theories abound     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The phenomenon could be based on the misinterpretation of the Luftwaffe's standard operating procedure of having selected anti-aircraft batteries near German airfields fire colored flare patterns in regular intervals to aid Luftwaffe night fighters with visual navigation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;* It has also been suggested that the foo fighter was a secret disk-shaped Luftwaffe aircraft nicknamed the "feuerfighter" by the Germans, but as this hypothetical name is a mix of German and English, and as no such craft has been found, this explanation is likely an urban legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Likewise, the suggestion that some sightings of foo fighters may have been night-sightings of the German Messerschmitt Me 163 Komet rocket-plane makes no sense: the Me 163 was completely unsuitable for nocturnal operations since it had only a few minutes of fuel, totally insufficient to make contact with an enemy at night, carried no airborne interception radar, and lacked all night-flying equipment which would have been vital to make its characteristic engine-out glider-style deadstick landing at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * A type of electrical discharge from airplanes' wings (see St. Elmo's Fire) has been suggested as an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Another theory suggests that pilots may have seen ball lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Reports of strange lights in the night are common throughout history, with explanations ranging from elves and Wild Hunt to UFO. It seems to be another example of the common, although still not fully explained, phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Multiple internal reflections of bright ground objects from the curved plastic canopy of an aircraft can be percieved as images above the horizon, a phenomenon that has been identified with some UFO sightings from aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we can see the skies during world war II were full of more than aircraft. it had ufos and strange lights. what they remains a mystery and maybe proof of visitations of UFos to our world. you never know with these things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex I hold the secrets of the machine spirit Stalllwitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foo_fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_rockets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ufo.it/testi/sweden.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-116259907943360003?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/116259907943360003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=116259907943360003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116259907943360003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116259907943360003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/11/ghost-rockets-and-foo-fighters.html' title='Ghost Rockets and Foo Fighters  Mysteries Of World War II'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-116206312140586287</id><published>2006-10-28T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T16:42:32.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the manbat of wisconsin part 3 of our halloween series</title><content type='html'>dear readers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to our third and final part of our 3 part halloween series, we end it with a creepy sighting of a man-bat in wisconsin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sighting happened Tuesday, Sept. 26 to a 53-year old LaCrosse man who prefers to be known only by his Cherokee name, Wohali, and the man's 25-year old son. &lt;br /&gt;on Briggs Road near LaCrosse between 9:15 and 9:30 pm. The creature almost flew into their windshield, was an estimated 6-7 feet tall, sported batlike, leathery wings with a span of 10-12 feet, long claws on its feet and "hands" and a snarling expression on the face. They both somehow felt it was angry it had been seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we turned onto Briggs Road," wrote Wohali in his hand-written account, "our little 4-wheel drive truck's headlights caught (in mid-air) a bat-like, man-like creature (we almost smacked it with our windshield) that was six or seven feet tall with abouta ten or twelve foot wingspan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The large muzzle featured rows of sharp teeth, and the creature "screamed" at them before sailing straight up into the air. The encounter made both men physically ill, sick to their stomachs and vomiting the rest of the night. Wohali stated that he did not know whether the creature had been on the road and then bounced up at them, or if it had been flying at the time it came at their car. He was sure the thing was a physical, actual creature, he said, but like nothing he had ever seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their reaction to this sighting? Immediate illness. In seconds, both became physically ill, and the son, who was driving, swerved and then pulled the truck over into the ditch so he could vomit. The son, who wishes his identity kept private, vomited six or seven times. Wohali retched, as well, and both remained sick for an entire week. The son was so frightened by the encounter that he refuses to discuss it. But Wohali told me he feels it's important for people to "know what is out there," and wants the story to be told..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drawing above includes more details than he actually saw during the few seconds of the encounter, he said, but "the face was hard to see clearly because the mouth and teeth were so prominent. It looked hungry.""Sorry about the cartoonish drawing," he wrote, "but it was so unreal that all I really remember is what you see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wohali further described it as having "distended ribs, long sort of human legs with claws, huge bat-like wings with 'arms' sort of attached, I remember the teeth and the scream we heard was terrifying." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wohali added, "I've been living in this valley all my life and have seen some strange things, after all the Mississippi Upper Wildlife Refuge is the largest in the country and right out my back door. It hides lots of strange creatures. But I've NEVER seen anything like this. Rent the movie Bram Stoker, Dracula, the Dracula creature looks like it or better yet like the one in Van Helsing." this is not the first sighting in wisconsin, reptile men sightings and werewolves have been sighted, but i'm reminded of a flying creature sighting in vietnaim. this is sighting occured during Vietnam War. Although the eyewitness reports involving this incident are thin, they are compeling. According to the reports, in 1969, somewhere in South Vietnam, three U.S. marines - while on guard duty near Da Nang - bore witness to an incredible sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three soldiers claimed that three, unclothed, hair covered, feminine figures (all of whom were approximately 5-feet in height) flew past their post in the dead of night. The marines claimed that they could hear the leathery flapping of their membranous, ebony wings, as the fur covered females soared above. What these creatures were or are is anyone's guess, and so far as our research team can tell, no other accounts of these creatures were reported during the Vietnam War".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could these sightings be related? are the vietnam flyers and the manbat of wisconsin? &lt;br /&gt;so this halloween look out and look up becuase you nevr know what you'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex the patient hunter gets the prey Stallwitz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sources&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cnb-scene.com/manbat.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.americanmonsters.com/monsters/avian/index.php?detail=monster&amp;idmonster=261&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-116206312140586287?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/116206312140586287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=116206312140586287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116206312140586287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116206312140586287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/10/manbat-of-wisconsin-part-3-of-our.html' title='the manbat of wisconsin part 3 of our halloween series'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-116086302275956239</id><published>2006-10-14T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:26:50.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CURSE  YOU!!!! a look at curses</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is part 2 of our 3 part halloween special focusing on creepy things. today we look at curses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a curse is defined by a wikipedia as a effective action of supernatural power, distinguished solely by the quality of adversity that it brings, else it would be considered a "charm" or a "blessing." A curse may also be said to result from a spell or prayer, imprecation or execration, or other imposition by magic or witchcraft, asking that a god, natural force, or spirit bring misfortune to someone. many examples persist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;king tut's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the famous curse is king tut's the legend is that everyone at the opening died.  The first of these "mysterious" deaths was that of Lord Carnarvon. He had been bitten by a mosquito, and later slashed the bite accidentally while shaving. It became infected and blood poisoning resulted. This was before antibiotics, thus little could be done and the aristocratic archeologist died. It should be noted, however, that there was nothing mysterious about Carnarvon's death. He had been in frail health for years since a serious car accident. His doctors had recommended that he go to Egypt because the warm climate would benefit his fragile health. Several others directly or indirectly involved with the tomb of Tutankhamun followed the Earl in death. Skeptics pointed out that many, many others who visited the tomb or helped to discover it lived long and healthy lives. A study showed that of the 58 people who were present when the tomb and sarcophagus were opened, only eight died within a dozen years. All the others were still alive, including Howard Carter who died peacefully at the age of 64 in 1939. but the story perists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport curses &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atheletes are known for being superstious, may have a ritual or lucky charm. however stories perist that whole teams are cursed because of a msitake the first is the curse of billy goat. As the story goes, Vasili "Billy Goat" Sianis, a Greek immigrant who owned a nearby tavern (the now-famous Billy Goat Tavern), had two 7.20 USD box seat tickets to Game 4 of the 1945 World Series between the Chicago Cubs and the Detroit Tigers, and decided to bring his pet goat, Murphy (or Sinovia according to some references), with him. Sianis and the goat were allowed into Wrigley Field and even paraded about on the playing field before the game before ushers intervened. They were led off the field. After a heated argument, both Sianis and the goat were permitted to stay in the stadium occupying the box seat for which he had tickets. However, before the game was over, Sianis and the goat were ejected from the stadium at the command of Cubs owner Philip Knight Wrigley due to the animal's objectionable odor. Sianis was outraged at the ejection and allegedly placed a curse upon the Cubs that they would never win another pennant or play in a World Series at Wrigley Field again and left the States to vacation in his home in Greece. The Cubs lost Game 4 and eventually the 1945 World Series, prompting Sianis to write to Wrigley from Greece, saying, "Who stinks now?" Following a third-place finish in the National League in 1946, the Cubs would finish in the league's second division for the next 20 consecutive years. This streak finally ending in 1967, the year after Leo Durocher became the club's manager. Since that time, the cursed Cubs have not won a National League pennant or played in a World Series --the longest pennantless drought in Major League history. Sianis died in 1970.despite many attempts to end it including the destruction of the cursed baseball that lost the palyoff to the marlins in 2003 the curse perists in lore.  second is once famous curse of the bambino, the story is the owner sold babe ruth, considered oneof the greates palyers ever in baseball for cash to help build fenaway park. thusly they were cursed and would never win the world series because of their squanding of a gift from the gods of baseball for cold hard cash. however due to the red sox winning the world series this curse is no longer valid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the curse of tecumesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is an ancient Indian curse, supposedly administered by Tecumseh himself after suffering defeat at the hands in William Henry Harrison at the Battle of Tippecanoe in 1811. (Tecumseh died in the 1813 Battle of the Thames, again fighting troops led by Harrison.) According to lore, the famed Indian chief cursed the Great White Fathers. No explanation is given for why the chief's curse would only affect one presidency in five, but one cannot, after all, expect the fanciful to cover everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another version attributes the curse to Tenskwatawa (also known as "The Prophet"), a Shawnee medicine man who was half-brother to Tecumseh. The hex was supposedly his revenge for the death of his half-sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harrison will die I tell you," the Prophet reportedly said. "And after him, every Great Chief chosen every 20 years thereafter will die. And when each one dies, let everyone remember the death of my people." William Henry Harrison, who was elected in 1840, died at the age of 68 after delivering his inaugural address unprotected by an overcoat on a cold, drizzly day. Harrison spoke for an hour and 40 minutes, became ill, and died of pneumonia exactly one month later in April 1841.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln, first elected in 1860, was assassinated by John Wilkes Booth just after embarking on his second term in office in 1865.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James A. Garfield won the 1880 election. He was shot in the back in a Washington railroad station waiting room in July 1881 and died of his wounds in September 1881.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William McKinley was re-elected in 1900. In September 1901, after giving a speech at an exposition in Buffalo, he was shot while shaking hands with wellwishers. McKinley died of his wounds a little more than a week later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren G. Harding, elected in 1920, expired of a stroke or heart attack in 1923. It was long rumored his wife had poisoned him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franklin D. Roosevelt, re-elected in 1940 for a third term, suffered a massive cerebral hemorrhage and died just after having started an unprecedented fourth term in 1945.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy was elected in 1960 and assassinated by Lee Harvey Oswald in 1963.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Reagan was elected in 1980 but managed to cheat the Grim Reaper by a matter of an inch, the distance by which would-be assassin John Hinckley's bullet missed his heart in 1981. supposly because of nancy reagan consulign a astrologist he was saved, or maybe its sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do curses exist? or it all just a coincedity. so think twice before you dismised curse as silly because you never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex The Fallen shall be forever remebered as the Emperior's finest Stallwitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sources &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wikipedia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curse_of_the_Billy_Goat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tecumseh%27s_curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curse_of_the_Pharaohs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curse#Sports-related_curses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-116086302275956239?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/116086302275956239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=116086302275956239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116086302275956239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116086302275956239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/10/curse-you-look-at-curses.html' title='CURSE  YOU!!!! a look at curses'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-116069153254333708</id><published>2006-10-12T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T15:18:52.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stull Cemtery The Gateway To Hell?</title><content type='html'>Dear readers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate halloween i've decioded to have a series of creepy articles for your enjoyment. its fitting to begin with a cementry that maybe a portal to Hell itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stull cementry is in stull Kansas, a small town The town is also home to a number of legends and strange tales that are linked to the crumbling old church and the overgrown cemetery that can be found atop Stull’s Emmanuel Hill. For years, stories of witchcraft, ghosts and supernatural happenings have surrounded the old graveyard. It is a place that some claim is one of the "seven gateways to hell." and that the Satan holds court in it as well! many legends have surfaced about this spooky place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One story told of two young men who were visiting Stull Cemetery one night and became frightened when a strong wind began blowing out of nowhere. They ran back to their car, only to find that the vehicle had been moved to the other side of the highway and was now facing in the opposite direction. Another man claimed to experience this same anomalous wind, but inside of the church rather than in the graveyard. He claimed that the sinister air current knocked him to the floor and would not allow him to move for some time. Incidentally, it is inside of this same church where “witnesses” say that no rain will fall... even though the crumbling building has no roof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legends also say that the Devil has been appearing here since the 1850’s and insist that the original name of the town was “Skull” and that the later corruption of that into “Stull” was simply to cover the fact that the area was steeped in black magic. It was said that the witchcraft-practicing early settlers were so repentant about their past deeds that they changed the name of the town. In truth, the town was called “Deer Creek Community” until 1899, when the last name of the first postmaster, Sylvester Stull, was adopted as the name of the village. The post office closed down in 1903, but the name stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1980, an article appeared in the Kansas City Times that added further fuel to the rumors about Stull Cemetery and the abandoned church. The article was quoted as saying that the Devil chose two places to appear on Earth every Halloween. One of them was the “tumbleweed hamlet” of Stull, Kansas and the other, which occurs simultaneously at midnight, is someplace on the “desolate plain of India.” From these sites, according to the article, the Devil gathers all the people who died violent deaths over the past year for a prance around the Earth at the witching hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why in Stull? The article adds that he appears in Stull because of an event that took place in the 1850’s, when “a stable hand allegedly stabbed the mayor to death in the cemetery’s old stone barn. Years later, the barn was converted into a church, which in turn was gutted by fire. A decaying wooden crucifix that still hands from one wall is thought to sometimes turn upside-down when passersby step into the building at midnight...” The story neglects to mention that, historically speaking, neither the Deer Creek Community nor Stull have ever had an official mayor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Lisa Hefner Heitz has collected numerous legends that have added to the mythology of Stull Cemetery. Some of them include the “fact” that the Devil also appears at Stull on the last night of winter or the first night of spring. He comes to visit a witch that is buried there. Coincidentally, an old tombstone bearing the name “Wittich” is located fairly close to the old church. It should also be mentioned that there are rumors that an old tree in the graveyard, which was cut down a year or so ago, was once used as a gallows for condemned witches. There is also said to be a grave in the cemetery that holds the bones of a “child of Satan”, who was born of the Devil and a witch. The child was so deformed that he only lived for a few days and the body was buried in Stull. Some say that his ghost may walk here, as there supposedly was a photo taken a few years ago that shows a “werewolf-like boy” peering out from behind a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the strangest stories about Stull supposedly appeared in Time magazine (it didn’t) in either 1993 or 1995 (depending on the version you hear). This story claims that Pope John Paul II allegedly ordered his private plane to fly around eastern Kansas while on his way to a public appearance in Colorado. The reason for this, the story claims, was that the Pope did not want to fly over “unholy ground”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legends grew and by 1989, the crowd at the graveyard on Halloween night had become so overwhelming that the Douglas County sheriff's department had to station deputies outside to send people on their way. They handed out tickets for criminal trespass to anyone caught on the property. It was believed that nearly 500 people came to the cemetery on Halloween night of 1988, doing damage to the church and gravestones, prompting a police response the following year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passed, the local residents grew more irritated that vandals and trespassers were wreaking havoc in the cemetery where their loved ones and ancestors were buried. Finally, a chain link security fence was installed around the grounds and although the area is still regularly patrolled, the visits have died down somewhat, at least outside of October. In addition, there have been the signs posted against trespassing here and locals have made it clear that visitors are not welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what about the stories? Were they true or the work of some student writer's imagination? Is the cemetery at Stull really haunted.... or is the "haunting" merely the result of an "urban legend" gone berserk? That’s a hard question to answer. Although undoubtedly the vast majority of the tales about the cemetery have been manufactured from horror fiction, they still beg that now-familiar question of how such stories got started in the first place? Is there a grain of truth to the dark tales? Did some isolated supernatural event take place here that led to embellishment over the years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no idea and local residents are not talking. Strangely, although property owners have spoken out against both vandals and the macabre stories, they have done little to try and end the legends for good. For example, as so many of the paranormal events supposedly involve the ruin of the old church, why not tear it down? The building has been standing vacant 1922 and it has been badly damaged by vandalism over the years. In 1996, the remnants of the roof blew off and once exposed to the elements, the interior walls have been damaged by both weather and graffiti. Recently, a large crack also opened in one of the stone walls after the church was struck by lightning. So why not tear it down before it falls down on its own? Wouldn’t this bring an end to the demonic tales circulating about the place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, why chase away those who come to the cemetery at midnight on Halloween to see the Devil appear? Why not simply “control the chaos” and allow the curiosity-seekers to see that no spirits will run rampant on that fateful night? On Halloween night of 1999, reporters from a local newspaper and a television news crew joined a group of onlookers at the cemetery. Sheriff’s deputies were on hand, but did not ask anyone to leave until 11:30pm. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At precisely this moment, an unknown representative for the cemetery owners appeared and ordered everyone to leave the property. The officers had no choice but to go along with their wishes and the reporters and spectators had to leave. As Stull Cemetery and the land around it is private property, there was no option but to comply. The owners stated, through the representative, that they did not want media attention brought to the graveyard because it attracts vandals. But couldn’t they have furthered their cause by allowing the camera crew to show that the Devil did not appear at midnight, thus debunking the legend forever? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is stull cemnetry a portal to hell or is the whole a urban legend gone wrong, if so why did the owners made everyone leave. to avoid vandals or does Lucifer himself appear and they are covering for him or don;t want the truth to come out. even weirder.According to the Lawrence (Kansas) newspaper, the Journal-World, the old stone church was mysterious torn down on Friday, March 29, 2002. A man named Major Weiss, who owns the property, along with two other people (who he declined to name) said that he did not authorize the abandoned church to be destroyed. Those who live nearby stated that they were also unaware of the demolition, although one of them did say that a wall of the church had collapsed about two weeks before. creepy huh, if you are brave enough, here are the directions to the cementry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town of Stull is located about ten miles west of Lawrence, Kansas in the northeast part of the state. It can be found by traveling west on Route 40 and then traveling straight west to Stull. The town can be found on the northwestern edge of Clinton Lake and close to the Clinton State Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.prairieghosts.com/stull.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tune in next week for another creepy story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex KINGDOM HEARTS!!!! Stallwitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Leon Howard Matter was arrested in Sandusky, Ohio, in August for sending a letter containing "anthrax" (though it turned out to be harmless powder) to the local FBI office. He told agents the reason he did it was because he was facing earlier child pornography charges and didn't want to go to prison for that because he'd get beaten up. Threatening the FBI, he reasoned, has a better cachet. [WKYC-TV (Cleveland)-AP, 8-9-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urinating continues to be a dangerous activity (even fatal, over the years, among several men who had stopped on the side of the road at night to answer nature's call and fallen down slopes to their deaths, as News of the Weird has reported). In July, an Australian man, looking for a place to relieve himself near the Commercial Drive SkyTrain station in East Vancouver, British Columbia, fell about 100 feet into a ravine, but tree branches broke his fall, and he survived. And Jerry Mersereau, 23, after camping in the Mount Hood National Forest in Oregon, filed a lawsuit against the federal government in August for injuries he suffered after wandering off a cliff at night while searching for a place to relieve himself. [Canadian Broadcasting Corporation News, 7-19-06] [The Oregonian, 8-4-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August Los Angeles exhibition by photographer Jill Greenberg featured 27 2- and 3-year-old kids crying, scenes that Greenberg provoked by offering each one a lollipop and then snatching it away. She admitted that the photos were "upsetting" but denied critics' accusations of child abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Hindu family sued another in Springfield, Mass., in July over an arranged marriage after the bride-to-be presented herself to the groom's family for the first time and was judged too ugly. Vijai V. Pandey and his wife claimed they were "extremely shocked" at the woman's "protruded bad teeth" and bad complexion, among other deficiencies. A spokesman for an American Hindu organization tried to downplay skepticism over arranged marriages, telling the Springfield Republican newspaper that he had seen "very handsome men who are happy with somewhat homely women." [The Republican (Springfield), 7-5-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While stories of dogs stepping on rifles' triggers and accidentally shooting their owners have occurred so often as to be No Longer Weird, the dog that accidentally kicks the gearshift of an idling vehicle is rarer. Nonetheless, in July in Republic, Pa., and Ogden, Utah, dogs sent trucks off on wild spins after bumping gearshifts. The Pennsylvania dog hit a pole, a fence and a house and ruptured a gas line; the Utah "driver" (a police K-9) hit a woman, seriously injuring her. (And near Elliott Lake, Ontario, in July, a bear climbed into Marty Descoteaux's idling boat and bumped the throttle, as Descoteaux bailed out. The boat spun around and hit a rock, knocking the bear back into the water.) [Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, 7-5-06] [Salt Lake Tribune, 7-13-06] [Toronto Star, 8-2-06]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-116069153254333708?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/116069153254333708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=116069153254333708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116069153254333708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/116069153254333708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/10/stull-cemtery-gateway-to-hell.html' title='Stull Cemtery The Gateway To Hell?'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-115879254405593535</id><published>2006-09-20T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T15:49:04.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big cat sighting</title><content type='html'>dear readers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many of you that are long time readers or readed the archives. that the very first post was about Alien cats. not from outer space mind you, but big cats like panthers lion, tigers etc in places they don't belong like england ! intrestly a news story out of Detroit, has reports of a Puma! seen in the surburban neighbor of White Township. is this a alien cat, or a more mundae explantion, i'll keep a eye on it for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex My scars prove my worth!!! Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-115879254405593535?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/115879254405593535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=115879254405593535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/115879254405593535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/115879254405593535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/09/big-cat-sighting.html' title='big cat sighting'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-115672974695520763</id><published>2006-08-27T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:49:06.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aliens and children</title><content type='html'>dear readers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to http://www.aliensandchildren.org/DrawingsofAliens.htm for a cool web site of drawings of child abuctees, it's very intrestign and kinda of freaky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex l33t ninja Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-115672974695520763?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/115672974695520763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=115672974695520763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/115672974695520763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/115672974695520763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/08/aliens-and-children.html' title='aliens and children'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-115591704446206089</id><published>2006-08-18T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:04:04.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/640/9694206_480X360.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/320/9694206_480X360.0.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; 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Lucille Pope's red oak tree has baffled tree experts, water specialists and nursery professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knotted, towering tree, more than 100 years old, has become the root of scrutiny in her East Side neighborhood. The tree has gurgled water from its trunk for the past three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pope, 65, has sought answers from several specialists, calling experts from the Texas Forest Service, the Edwards Aquifer Authority and nurseries for an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've combed her backyard, probing the gnarled tree that leans away from a parked white 1980s Cadillac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After snapping pictures, doing taste tests and conducting preliminary studies, they're still working to give her a definitive answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I got a mystery tree," Pope said. "What kind of mystery do I have where water comes out of a tree?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The odd occurrence started in early April when her son, Lloyd Pope, noticed bark smeared with sap when he went to fill his the water trough of his stepson's dog Neno. After moving the Rottweiler's tray, he saw a wide stain that ran from the root up toward the branches, with fluid dripping to the ground from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days later, he saw water streaming onto the ground from the other side, and he showed his mother the sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd Pope, 47, said the water was cool, like it came from a faucet. The only damp spot around the tree trunk is where the water lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peculiar incident has the Popes wondering if the water has properties not found on tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pope said her insurance agent dabbed drops on a spider bite that went away after the application on the welt. Pope said she's soaked her sore ankles in water from the tree and the pain has gone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she wonders, is it a tree that heals or water that blesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her son doesn't believe the cause of the streaming water is anything holy or religious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ain't with that superstitious stuff," Lloyd Pope said, sitting on the hood of the Cadillac, catching water spurting out of the tree in a plastic gallon jug. "There's no crying Mary here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing of the leaking tree, two water experts stopped by Wednesday afternoon to study the strange sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Rice, a hydrologist on the board of the authority, and Annalisa Peace, executive director of the Greater Edwards Aquifer Alliance, walked around the tree, touching the damp surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've never seen anything like this before," Rice said. "If you wanted to dream something up I'd say that somehow water pressure underneath is forced through some kind of channel in the tree. But that's still very unlikely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice watched the water gurgling about 2 feet up from the roots, estimating the flow at a 10th or 20th of a gallon every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd Pope offered a blue plastic cup of the cool water to Rice and several bystanders. After a sip, Rice said it tasted like it could have had a trace of saline, almost like something that could have gone through natural dissolving salts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice took a quarter of a plastic bottle of water from the tree, analyzing it later with a quick examination kit that measured water conductivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From a crude, free test I can't tell the difference," Rice said of the water he compared to Edwards Aquifer water. "It's 600 micromhos, the same as what comes out of my tap, maybe a little higher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Peterson, regional community forester from the Texas Forest Service, paid a courtesy call three weeks ago to help Pope figure out a logical explanation to the phenomenon. He hasn't done any extensive research but still is trying to identify the enigma. He's talked to consultation services without any results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he believes it could be a spring, adding that that would be rare with the drought conditions this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peterson plans to ask colleagues around the country via link services for ideas about the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it is a burst pipe their monthly bill would be enormous," Peterson said. "It would definitely be reflected in their bill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pope said she doesn't think the cause is a broken water pipe. She said her water bill is normal and hasn't fluctuated from the monthly average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only fluctuation she's seen she said is in the morning when the water flow is more forceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roland Ruiz, spokesman for the authority, said that early in the morning he would suspect that the aquifer level would be up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With a high demand the level would be down," Ruiz said. "As the demand dropped, theoretically it would go up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday afternoon Ruiz said a science team member researched the elevation of the area and said that it's unlikely that the water from the tree is from aquifer springflow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family members said they plan to call the San Antonio Water System for an assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Rice and Peace left with their sample of water, Lloyd Pope continued to sit on the hood of the Cadillac, pressing the mouth of the nearly filled jug to the spout of water, just as he does every other day. Then he put the collected water, which he said is better than faucet water, in the icebox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother cupped her hands to the tree, drinking the pooled water spilling over her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still waiting to find out if the source of the mysterious water flow is an artesian spring, a broken water pipe or an abandoned well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or possibly something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just want to know if it is a healing tree or blessed water," she said. "That's God's water. Nobody knows but God." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source http://www.mysanantonio.com/news/metro/stories/MYSA081106.01A.mysterious_tree.1e37d78.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird huh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex KINGDOM HEARTS!!!!! Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-115535366807110406?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/115535366807110406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=115535366807110406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/115535366807110406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/115535366807110406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/08/tree-sprouts-water.html' title='Tree sprouts water!!!!'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-115432450977879644</id><published>2006-07-30T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:41:49.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ghost photo taken at cementry for american revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/640/Revolutionary_Ghost062606a.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/320/Revolutionary_Ghost062606a.0.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; 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On the day of his assassination, April 14, 1865, he was so troubled by a dream that he actually discussed it at a Cabinet meeting. He told his colleagues that he had seen himself sailing "in an indescribable vessel and moving rapidly toward an indistinct shore." Even more explicit was a dream that he discussed just a week before he was shot. In his dream, Lincoln awoke, and walked through the silent White House, following the sound of sobbing. When he came to the East Room, he saw a catafalque draped in black. "Who is dead?" Lincoln asked. A military guard replied that it was the President...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intrestly, while lincoln ignored his dream and went to our american cousin, general Ulysses Grant was supposed to be in the box that night, but grant's wife had a bad dream and wanted to stay home, more chilling, john wilkins booth's list of targets was general grant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intrestly, the ghost of lincoln is supposed to be here in white house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *  Lincoln's ghost seems to have been most active during the administration of Franklin Roosevelt, perhaps because they were both in power at times of great war for the United States. During their 13-year occupancy of the White House, the Roosevelts used the former Lincoln bedroom as a study for Eleanor, the first lady. Although she never claimed to have seen Lincoln's spirit, Eleanor spoke of the sense of someone watching her as she worked in the room. She believed Lincoln was there with her.&lt;br /&gt;    * A young clerk in the Roosevelt White House claimed to have actually seen the ghost of Lincoln sitting on a bed and pulling off his boots.&lt;br /&gt;    * While spending a night at the White House during the Roosevelt presidency, Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands was awakened by a knock on the bedroom door. Answering it, she was confronted with the ghost of Abe Lincoln staring at her from the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;    * Ever the gentleman, it seems, Lincoln knocked often. Presidents Theodore Roosevelt, Herbert Hoover and Harry Truman all reported hearing unexplained rappings on their bedroom doors. What made them think it was Lincoln is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;    * It's well known how Lincoln anguished over the horrors of the Civil War. His spirit may have continued worrying long after his death. Calvin Coolidge's wife reported seeing on several occasions the ghost of Lincoln standing with his hands clasped behind his back, at a window in the Oval Office, staring out in deep contemplation toward the bloody battlefields across the Pototmac.&lt;br /&gt;    * During one of Winston Churchill's visits to the United States during WW2, he spent the night in the White House. Churchill loved to retire late, take a long, hot bath while drinking a Scotch, and smoke a cigar and relax. On this occasion, he climbed out of the bath and naked, but for his cigar, walked into the adjoining bedroom. He was startled to see Abraham Lincoln standing by the fireplace in the room, leaning on the mantle. Churchill, always quick on the uptake, blinked and said "Good evening, Mr. President. You seem to have me at a disadvantage." Lincoln smiled softly and disappeared. (Thanks to Mark McCarthy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lincoln's ghost train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being assassinated, the body of President Abraham Lincoln, along with the exhumed remains of his son Willie, were transported by railroad from Washington to Illinois for burial, making several stops to allow the nation their chance to mourn for the fallen Commander in Chief. The funeral train, known as The Lincoln Special, left Washington on April 21, 1865 on a 1,650 journey that would wind across half of the United States, coming to an end in Springfield, Illinois. After traveling east, The Lincoln Special left the Euclid Street Station in Cleveland at midnight on April 28 and began the 135 mile journey along the Cleveland-Columbus-Cincinnati Railroad. On Saturday, April 29, at 7:30am, The Lincoln Funeral Train arrived in Columbus. The fallen leaders body was taken by carriage to the State House, where a public viewing was held. At 8:00pm, the train left Columbus and headed west towards Indianapolis, making a brief 20-minute stop in Urbana, then another in Piqua. The train left Piqua at midnight, completeing its travels across the Buckeye State. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, throughout the month of April, witnesses report seeing The Lincoln Special once again rolling through Urbana....but this time in a more ghostly form. Inside the train, a crew of skeletons can be spotted. Halfway back the train is Lincoln's coffin, surrounded by a crew of blue coated skeletons. It is also said that all the clocks in the area stop while the train passes by. Residents of both Urbana and Piqua have reported seeing a ghostly locomotive on the tracks in their area, and unexplained train whistles and smoke plums have been reported...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kennedy and lincoln connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppoisly kennedy and lincoln are linked by a series of coincidences like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;braham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.&lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.&lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The names Lincoln and Kennedy each contain seven letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were shot in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln's secretary, Kennedy, warned him not to go to the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy's secretary, Lincoln, warned him not to go to Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were assassinated by Southerners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were succeeded by Southerners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both successors were named Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.&lt;br /&gt;Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Wilkes Booth was born in 1839.&lt;br /&gt;Lee Harvey Oswald was born in 1939.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both assassins were known by their three names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both names are comprised of fifteen letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booth ran from the theater and was caught in a warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;Oswald ran from a warehouse and was caught in a theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many critics are skeptical about them but they persits for a breakdown of the myth   and a examiantion go to  http://66.165.133.65/history/american/linckenn.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham lincoln was one of our greatest presdient and left a mark on history and amy still be here on earth. he also may have predicated his own death and is linked to some strange prophectic visions. This makes him our most psychic president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now some weird news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In May, just after bird flu was discovered in Ivory Coast, hundreds of young people flocked to Abidjan's night clubs to taunt the disease with a new dance imitating a chicken in the throes of death, according to a Reuters dispatch ("leaning backward, shaking (the) wrists, arms and legs ... with a loud clucking sound"). (2) As volcanologists warned of the possible eruption of Indonesia's Mount Merapi in May, nearby farmers continued to listen instead to the mountain's spirits and to continue their rituals and offerings to ward off an eruption, according to an NBC News report. In one region, to preserve the mountain's tranquility, men "gather naked in groups late at night and run in circles around their villages." [Reuters, 5-14-06] [MSNBC-NBC News, 5-19-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy and Jennifer Schally disclosed in June that their son Henry had chosen, among several possibilities as the theme for his third birthday party, PBS's "NewsHour With Jim Lehrer," and the Schallys supplied a birthday cake with a photo of the show's correspondents and a periodic playing of its theme music. According to a Washington Post report, Lehrer sent along an autographed photo, signed in the name Henry calls him, "Jimmy Jimmy BoBo." [Washington Post, 6-15-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On many weekends a year in parks in the Washington-Baltimore area, 100 or more people gather in medieval costumes and wield soft weapons to wage battle in the 20-year-old Darkon Wargaming Club, according to a May report in Baltimore City Paper. Players point out that their hobby is simply of a piece with historical-battle video games and feature films, but still acknowledge the whimsy. Said a club manager (who is the wife of the player "Shalor" of the "Bloody Axe Mercenary Company"), on seeing the games for the first time: "I didn't want to get out of the car. I thought it was the dorkiest thing I'd ever seen. And 12 years later, of course, I'm running the thing." (An acclaimed documentary film on the club, "Darkon," has just been released.) [Baltimore City Paper, 5-10-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Richard and Stephanie North were arrested in April and charged as the ones who had earlier taken a big-screen TV from an appliance store in Middletown, N.Y. Police had stopped their car on suspicion because a rear door was propped open to accommodate the huge TV set sticking out of the back seat. (2) Richard Costello, 29, was arrested in Clearwater, Fla., in May and charged with stealing motorcycle parts after police recovered photos of the parts, which they suspect were snapped by Costello. At the bottom of each photo, the photographer's bare toes are visible and display the tattoos "white" and "trash," matching Costello's own tattooed toes. [San Francisco Chronicle-AP, 4-27-06] [St. Petersburg Times, 5-4-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.W.J.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pastor John Sabbath of the Christ Christian Center, angry at the denial of funding by the Ontario (Calif.) City Council, announced at a June meeting that he was placing a curse on City Manager Greg Devereaux and his family. (2) And in June, the Motion Picture Association of America, for the first time ever, announced that it was rating a film PG (Parental Guidance) not for any sex, violence or bad language, but just because it is too openly religious (the film "Facing the Giants," starring Georgia preacher Alex Kendrick). 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   *Decemberunderground, the new AFI album will be released on 6/6/06 msn&lt;br /&gt;    * Satanic death metal band Deicide will release their album The Stench of Redemption on 6/6/06.&lt;br /&gt;    * The Thrash Metal Band Slayer will start their Unholy Alliance Tour with Lamb of God, Children of Bodom, Mastodon, and Thine Eyes Bleed on 6/6/06&lt;br /&gt;          o Slayer guitarist Kerry King planned to release the band's 2006 album on 6/6/06. But because of recording difficulties, he's changed the date and used the date of 6/6/06 as the launch date for his personal website.&lt;br /&gt;          o The National Day of Slayer (a play on the National Day of Prayer) is a day when Slayer fans are encouraged to play their songs at high volume.&lt;br /&gt;    * Polish Death Metal band Behemoth will release their album "Demonica" on 06/06/06&lt;br /&gt;    * Norwegian black metal band Gorgoroth will release their album "Ad Majorem Sathanas Gloriam" on 06/06/06 also&lt;br /&gt;    * Dino Cazares's (ex. Fear Factory Guitarist) band Asesino, is releasing a new album Cristo Satánico at 6/6/06&lt;br /&gt;    * Finnish band and Eurovision winners Lordi release Hard Rock Hallelujah in the United Kingdom on 6/6/06&lt;br /&gt;    * Irish film-maker Gary Kenneally releases the definitive complete edition of his debut movie The Shaken on 6/6/06 in preparation for its sequel in Summer 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the big deal about 666 you ask lets find out &lt;br /&gt;the meaning of 666 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the king james bible says in revelations 13-17-18 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and that no man might buy or sell, save that he had the mark, or the name of the beasts or the number of his name" Here is wisdom. let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: count the number of the beast, for it is a number of man; and his number is six hundred threescore and six". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we can see 666 is the beast or the Antichrist, no one can buy without the mark  of the beast, many scholars have wander how this would happen, A number on the forehead a barcode or recently  microchips under the skin implant. this number is considered unholy and evil, howver recently a new translation surface saying  the number is 616! &lt;br /&gt;some persons believed that the number shows the antichrist, many candiates include       roanld reagan! nero, adolf hitler and others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why it is the number varies, most schoalrs believed it is an allegory or a number of pure evil. some claming because 7 is a holy number to numberlogists and its shows up amny time in the bible  Judges 16:13-19, Proverbs 9:1, 2 Chron. 29: 20-21, Genesis 21:28-30, Lev:16:19, Lev. 23:15, Lev.25:1-9, and many times in Revelation. Christians worship a Triune God; 1 God in 3 parts. 777 is the number of God; perfect in every respect. Irenaeus clamied that suggested that the number indicates that the beast is the sum of all apostate power, unrighteousness, wickedness, deception, and false prophecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the number in culture&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it shows up constantly in movies and books about hell and devil. it is also pervant in rock music and shows up in album art and songs like the metal band Slipknot's heretic anthem which chants "if you are 555 I'm 666"  In The Pixies song "Monkey Gone To Heaven" the lyrics state that "If man is 5...then the devil is 6...then God is 7" suggesting that man is represented as 555, the devil as 666, and God as 777. the briefcase in pulp fiction's combation lock is 666. A brand of cold medicine is called 666 but it is stated as "three sixes". The first Apple Computer, the Apple I, was sold for $666.66.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film The Exorcist, dealing with diabolical possession, was edited at 666th Fifth Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The numbers on a roulette table (1 to 36) sum to 666.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sum of the squares of the first seven primes is 666.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley Kubrick (director of 2001: A Space Odyssey) died 666 days before January 1, 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.666 is approximately two-thirds of one whole, one short of all three thirds. Because three is the number of the trinity, it is suggested that the number is meant to represent being in communion with God only in the mind and spirit (but not the body). A recurring theme in most Christian Bible versions of the latter chapters of Revelation is Satan's attacks upon the human body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A widespread conspiracy theory concerns the EAN or UPC bar codes, instituted in 1974, and found on most consumer products. The "control codes" in the left, middle, and right of the code appear on initial inspection to represent the number "6". Because of this, all EAN/UPC codes (so the theory goes) contain the number 666. One interpretation of the Book of Revelation indicates that the Number of the Beast is required for all business transactions — a role that the EAN/UPC code certainly fits. Also the inventor of the UPC code, George J. Laurer, has six letters in his first, middle, and last name [2], and, as of 2004, exactly 666 prefixes (out of possible 1000) are assigned in the EAN-13 namespace [3]. (Unfortunately, the control codes only appear to represent the number six if one is unaware that both the black bars and the spaces in between them are used to encode information.) Computer network  port 666 is officially registered to ID Software, the publishers of the Doom series of games, for multiplayer game communication across a network; this is obviously a gimmick. ID Software is also headquartered in Suite 666. Port 616 is officially registered to SCO System Administration Server, much to the amusement of SCO's critics. Finally, the town of hell, michigan is having a once in a lifetime party celebrate 6/6/06. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we can see the number of the beast is in the bible and causes people to pray and weep for the future or to party and play slayer. whatever you do today, remeber keep an eye out, because you nevr know what could happen today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source  wikipedia &lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Number_of_the_Beast_%28occurrence%29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex demon slayer Stallwitz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird news &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the IRS in 1980 due to complaints changed the number of 666 to 555 as the code to enter for individual accounts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the british driving, Vehicle, Licensing Center annouced that we were dropping the number 666 form car license plates after the holders claimed that they or their cars  were cursed  and in Tennessee, the davidson county DMV withdrew more than 300 plates bearing 666 after drivers refused to accept them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news from www.newsoftheweird.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-114961103280602425?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/114961103280602425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=114961103280602425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/114961103280602425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/114961103280602425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/06/6606666.html' title='6/6/06=666'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-114600973548215331</id><published>2006-04-25T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:02:15.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an random update Of Weirdness TM</title><content type='html'>dear readers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all five of you that still read this blog, a update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Cardiff, Wales, in March, Sabrina Pace, 26, sued the manager of the car rental firm where she works because, following her breast-augmentation surgery, she couldn't get the manager to stop paying attention to her breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convicted Iowa sex offender Scott Smith petitioned a judge in February not to make him wear the electronic ankle monitor as part of his five-year probation because his Brotherhood of Christ sect regards electricity as one cause of why people disobey God. (The judge's decision was not reported.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compeling reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following a hung jury in England's Winchester Crown Court in April, Linda West faces retrial in the 2005 death of her husband, which she said was accidental, in that her gun slipped while she was energetically performing a Shania Twain number ("Man! I Feel Like a Woman") in what she described as the couple's sex game. [Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, 3-28-06] [Daily Telegraph (London), 3-30-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid crimnials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phillip Williams, 47, for some reason approached two uniformed police officers in Tampa, Fla., in March to ask their opinions of whether the substance he had just purchased for the crack pipe he was holding was indeed cocaine. After examining the pipe, the officers suspended their then-current investigation of a burglary and put the cuffs on Williams. The month before, in Orlando, Michael Garibay, 34, approached a sheriff's deputy in a marked patrol car and asked him if he was "straight," which, as Garibay proceeded to explain to the befuddled officer, meant, "Do you want to buy cocaine?" After Garibay pulled out a baggie of white rocks, he was arrested. [Tampa Tribune, 3-22-06] [Orlando Sentinel, 2-3-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match Made In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February in Pattaya, Thailand, the woman who was the former Guinness Book recordholder for living in a cage with scorpions was married to the man who holds the equivalent record for time spent with centipedes, with consummation immediately afterward in a coffin. (Kanchana Ketkaew had stayed 32 days with 3,400 scorpions and Bunthawee Siengwong 28 days with 1,000 centipedes.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January, history professor David Weale of Canada's University of Prince Edward Island offered B-minus grades to any students in his overcrowded class if they would just go away, and 20 of the 95 accepted. (However, the administration found out, and Professor Weale, who had retired last year but returned to teach that one course, re-retired.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War on terror update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia's Attorney-General, Philip Ruddock, announced in December that terrorist suspects being held under house arrest would routinely be sent to anger management classes, to help them address their alienation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Researchers Spend Their Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Documenting menopause in gorillas (at Chicago's Brookfield Zoo, to show that not just humans experience menopause) (December). (2) Studying whether hamsters are happy or depressed (an Ohio State University project to determine whether non-humans experience seasonal affective disorder) (January). (3) Finding the gene for ear wax (conclusion: Africans' and Europeans' ear wax tends to be wetter, and that among East Asians drier, with other Asians' wax about midway between, though the Nagasaki University researchers failed to learn much else) (January). [NationalGeographic.com, 12-27-05] [Columbus Dispatch, 1-10- 06] [New York Times, 1-30-06] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Times of London reported in January that according to recently released government files from the 1980s, the administration of Prime Minister Thatcher appeared seriously concerned that poachers posed a threat to the Loch Ness monster (if and when it revealed itself). (Also in those files, as reported in News of the Weird in 2004, was a letter from Swedish officials seeking advice from the Nessie-experienced British on protecting Sweden's own underwater Lake Storsjo monster.) [The Times (London), 1-8-06] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shout-out to my readers, I like thank you for reading and until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Bionic Man Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-114600973548215331?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/114600973548215331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=114600973548215331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/114600973548215331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/114600973548215331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-update-of-weirdness-tm.html' title='an random update Of Weirdness TM'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-114540216573856610</id><published>2006-04-18T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T16:16:05.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome photo of a lake monster from Argentina (real or fake you decide!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/640/tapanahuelito_01.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6472/861/320/tapanahuelito_01.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='display:block;margin 0px auto 10px; 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 On Aug. 14, 1945,Thomas  Jones, a 16-year-old messenger in Washington, D.C., was entrusted to deliver to the White House the cable announcing Japan's surrender to the United States to end World War II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of his cargo's import, the boy, in cavalier teenage fashion, put work on hold to eat pancakes at a diner, hang out with his friends and flirt with waitresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, he left his pancakes to complete the job only to be pulled over en route to the White House by a police officer, who berated the boy for making an illegal U-turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, President Truman and his inner circle waited for the note that would change history. he got it and that how pancakes alter the course of history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nutmeg grove and the Big Apple &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most schoolchildren know about the dutch founding of New Amsterdam and the British seizure of it, but few know that the Dutch in a treaty with Great Britain surrdered the claim for the colony of New York for the Isle of Rum in the west indies and other rights an isle that included one of only nutmug groves at the time. it was then named for the king's brother the duke of York. so we got the Big Apple for a isle of nutmug, a fair trade you agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cigars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, for my friend Sarah, who is a big civil war fan, a civil war tale,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on september 16 1862, the Battle of Antietam occured but few know how the union avoided a ambush, a group of officers were going through a abandoed Confederate camp when they discovered three cigars wrapped,the officers realize that the cigars were wrapped in general Robert E Lee's order special order 191, the union use it to surprise the confederates, and that battle was a turning part in the Civil War cool, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history is full of such intersing things and i will share somemore with you sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex My scars show my worthiness Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-114256023591515915?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/114256023591515915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=114256023591515915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/114256023591515915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/114256023591515915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/03/paths-of-history-or-strange-facts-you.html' title='the paths of history ( or strange facts you may not know)'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-113901722233708380</id><published>2006-02-03T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T17:41:03.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>men in black (200 posts!)</title><content type='html'>dear readers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very happy and (late!) 2006, i hope its treating you well. i been busy at school, but decided that was time to get off mu butt and make an update so here you go my late chrsitmas gift to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the Men in Black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to wikedpia,The Men In Black - or MIB's as they are sometimes called are a group that supposedly show up to harass or intimidate witnesses of UFO sightings and related phenomena the government does not want the public to know about. They usually make vague or sometimes specific threats to stop witnesses from talking or sharing information. They confiscate any physical proof of UFO related sightings-- such as photos, artefacts, or audio / video recordings.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They wear their trademark black suit and perhaps a black overcoat. The fabric of their clothing has been described as strangely "shiny" or thin, but not silky -- almost as if they have been cut from a new type of fabric. Some report that the MIB all look alike. Their often mechanical behavior has caused them to be described by some as being like robots or androids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their voices are monotone and their faces emotionless. They speak in a dull monotone voice, like a computer, and are dark-complected with high cheekbones, thin lips, pointed chin, and eyes that are mildly slanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They usually travel in 3's, but are sometimes alone.They are usually seen driving black mint-condition late model luxury cars such as Cadillacs or Lincolns. Their cars often operate with the headlights off, but ghostly purple or greenish glows illuminate the interior. Unusual insignia have been seen emblazoned on the doors and the license plates are always unidentifiable or untraceable. Many have reported seeing these vehicles after a reported UFO sighting, ET abduction, or crop circle finding. they also have a habit of just dissappearing into thin air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intersingly many stories and folk legends of the devil are the same of the MIB's. many reseachers think that the MIBs took their place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sightings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguably the first MIB report was made shortly after June 21, 1947. On that date, seaman Harold Dahl claimed to have seen six UFOs near Maury Island (which is actually a peninsula of Vashon Island in Puget Sound, near Tacoma, Washington, USA). Dahl, his son, two other men, and Dahl's dog were on the boat. Dahl took a number of photographs of the UFOs, and reported that one UFO shed some type of hot slag onto his boat. The slag, he said, struck and killed his dog and injured his son.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Dahl reported a man arrived at his home and invited him to breakfast at a nearby diner. Dahl accepted the invitation. He described the man as imposing, over six feet tall and muscular, and wearing a black suit. The man drove a new 1947 Buick, and Dahl assumed he was a military or government representative.While the two men ate, Dahl claimed the man told him details of the UFO sighting, though Dahl had not related his account publicly. Furthermore, the man gave Dahl a nonspecific warning—which Dahl took as a threat—that his family might be harmed if he related details of the sighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ufologist named Alfred K Bender published the story of Mr.Dahl in his a magnazine  wwas visited by three dark-suited men who, he said, first confided the 'solution' of the UFO mystery to him, then threatened him with prison if he told the secret to anyone else. Bender was so scared by the visit that he closed down his bureau and ceased all his active involvement in the world of ufology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A detailed men in black account comes from 1976, as related by Dr. Herbert Hopkins of Maine. In late 1975, two men—David Stephens and Glen Gray—had reported an odd UFO encounter to several people, including Hopkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some six months after speaking with Stephens and Gray, Hopkins took a telephone call at his home from a man who claimed to represent a UFO research group, and who had heard that Hopkins had spoken to the UFO witnesses. The man asked to interview Hopkins, who agreed to the request. Just moments later, the man knocked at the back door of Hopkins' home, and Hopkins let him in without asking his name. The man wore a clean, pressed black suit and white gloves and "looked like an undertaker", said Hopkins. (Dash, 161)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was pale and bald, also lacking eyelashes and eyebrows. His lips were bright red. In a dull, monotone voice, the man asked Hopkins about the tale related by Stephens and Gray. Hopkins began relating the account, then at one point, the man’s gloved hand brushed against his face and smeared lipstick from his bright red mouth onto both the man’s white gloves and his pale face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bizarre sight snapped Hopkins from the trance-like state he had been in since the man arrived, and Hopkins realized how profoundly strange the entire incident was. "Then came the threats," writes Dash. The man then made a coin that Hopkins held dematerialize, and then told him that "No one on this plane (sic) will ever see that coin again," seeming to suggest that the man had teleported the coin. (Dash, 162) The man then told Hopkins to destroy his notes and tape recordings of his meetings with Stephens and Gray, or Hopkins' own heart would disappear just as the coin had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man's voice slowed and he told Hopkins, "My energy is running low. Must leave now. Goodbye." (Ibid) The man then walked slowly and stiffly out the backdoor towards a bright light. Hopkins never saw the man again; Dash does not note if Hopkins did indeed destroy his notes regarding the UFO sighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some confusion and debate over Dahl's statements has occurred: Dahl would later claim the UFO sighting was a hoax, but he has also claimed the sighting was accurate but that he had claimed it was a hoax to avoid bringing harm to his family. Many other stories exist and fit the same pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are the MIB's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main theory is the obvious one, that are from a secretive branch of the Government, usually NSA or CIA or the infamous Majestic 12 which is for another update, this theory was the basis of the hit movie Men In Black. or more omnious the MIBs are the Aliens trying to cover their activites, this would explain their strange behavior and apperance and ability to disappear, or fianlly there are an urban legend  ,a modern version of the legends of the devil appear on earth looking for souls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we never know if they are real or not, the stories persisted of our distrsut of the government, people can believe that the government is actually covering up the  existence of aliens. So the story will persist into the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compelling Explanations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her 11-year-old son was suspended for twice bringing a loaded handgun to school, Linnea C. Holdren, 43, said the matter was pretty much beyond her control. "I can't lock up his guns," she told police. "They belong to him, and he has a right to use them whenever he wants to use them." (The boy was expelled in January, and Holdren, who is a teacher at her son's Shickshinny, Pa., elementary school, has been charged with felony endangerment.) [San Jose Mercury News-AP, 12-18-05; WYOU-TV (Scranton), 1-18-06]          &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Smiter of Evil Stuff Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-113901722233708380?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113901722233708380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=113901722233708380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113901722233708380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113901722233708380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2006/02/men-in-black-200-posts.html' title='men in black (200 posts!)'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-113540561409719306</id><published>2005-12-23T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T22:26:54.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grinches (A Holiday Hall Of Shame)</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is a magical time of the year that many peopel love but sadly there are people who really hate christmas, I like to point out thre are people who are evil and cruel and sadsiic to others, its okay if oyu don't like christmas but these person are jsut mean,a gallery of shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kanasa city man fills a x-box 360 box with coal to punish his child, the children was bad but fill it wiht coal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad santas, a collection of people have recently defamed the name of the man in red Santa Claus, include Drunken Santas on a rampage in New Zealand, armed German robbers in Santa disguises, a British St. Nick wanted for flashing, and a Swedish vandal in a Santa outfit are giving the big man in red a bad name this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally this gem from www.drudgereport.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grinchy remark sends kids home in tears&lt;br /&gt;By RORY SCHULER&lt;br /&gt;Staff Writer&lt;br /&gt;Lebanon Daily News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LICKDALE — Jamey Schaeffer stretched her mouth open wide, showing off a pair of twin gaps in her smile. With a mouthful of fingers, she said she has no interest in two front teeth for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, she’d like a Barbie doll from Santa Claus — and Santa Claus only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a substitute music teacher almost came between the 6-year-old and a Christmas Eve spent dancing cheek to cheek with sugar plums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa Farrisi stood in for Schaeffer’s regular music teacher one day last week. One of her assignments was to read Clement C. Moore’s famous poem, “A Visit from Saint Nicholas” to a first-grade class at Lickdale Elementary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The poem has great literary value, but it goes against my conscience to teach something which I know to be false to children, who are impressionable,” said Farrisi, 43, of Myerstown. “It’s a story. I taught it as a story. There’s no real person called Santa Claus living at the North Pole.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farrisi doesn’t believe in Santa Claus, and she doesn’t think anyone else should, either. She made her feelings clear to the classroom full of 6- and 7-year-olds, some of whom went home crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schaeffer got off the school bus later that day, dragging her backpack in the mud, tears in her angry little eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She yelled at me, ‘Why did you lie?’” recalled Jamey’s mother, Elizabeth. “‘Why didn’t you tell me Santa Claus died?’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Schaeffer said she was appalled by Farrisi’s bluntness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I had to call the school,” said Schaeffer, a part-time custodial employee for the school district who is on temporary leave after complications from her last child’s birth. “I had to do something.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Farrisi, who is well versed on the history of “Santa Claus” — the traditional and literary figure — clarified her comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I did not tell the students Santa Claus was dead,” she explained. “I said there was a man named Nickolas of Myrna who died in 343 A.D., upon whom the Santa Claus myth (is based).”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night, Jamey started to recite Moore’s famous poem while sitting on a couch next to a freshly cut tree, trimmed in tinsel and topped with a golden star: “’Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house. No creatures stirred.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paused, looked up, and said that’s when the teacher interjected, just a few lines before the verse that announces the arrival of “a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The teacher stopped reading and told us no one comes down the chimney,” Jamey said, curling into a ball on the couch, bracing her chin on her knees, her voice shrinking away like melting ice cream. “She said our parents buy the presents, not Santa.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing in the belief of Santa Claus is a very special event in the Schaeffer home. Jamey’s the second youngest of five children. The three oldest have already grown up and left the family nest. Only Jamey and her 18-month-old sister, Amanda, remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, Elizabeth Schaeffer recalled, Santa left a trail of boot prints in charred ashes from his feet-first landing in the fireplace. And this year, the family will continue their tradition of leaving him a plate of cookies, a tall glass of milk and a ripe, shaved carrot for Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Schaeffer family wasn’t the only one taken aback by Farrisi’s approach to Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and Beth Rittle said they found their 7-year-old daughter, Holly, in tears in the back seat of their car after they picked her up from school that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All of a sudden, Holly just started crying,” Beth Rittle said. “She said she had a substitute in music class, and she told the class there’s no such thing as Santa Claus.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schaeffer and Rittle both called Northern Lebanon School District Superintendent Don L. Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the issue involves personnel, Bell said Monday, there is little he can say about the incident, adding that it has not been determined if any disciplinary action is warranted against Farrisi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bell said he was aware that several parents have expressed concerns about the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also noted that the handling of Santa Claus isn’t covered in the school code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We do not have a Santa Claus policy,” he said. “It’s unfortunate, but I really can’t say anything about it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farrisi said she considered approaching the school’s administration with her concerns about how to handle Santa Claus in class. Instead, she said, she decided to add a disclaimer to her lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Those same children are going to know someday that what their parents taught them is false,” she ex-plained. “There is no Santa Claus.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Elizabeth Schaeffer was carefully thinking about her next step. She decided to make a photocopy of editor Francis P. Church’s famous response to a little girl, who wrote to The New York Sun many decades ago, asking the same question Schaeffer’s daughter struggled with last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I mailed (Farrisi) a copy of ‘Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus,’” she said, giggling with satisfaction. “I wish I could be there when she opens it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Jamey, in an attempt to reaffirm her spot on Santa’s nice list, she drew up a new letter in bright red magic marker, a message destined for the Santa she refuses to abandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dear Santa ... How is the North Pole?” she said, reading her letter loudly and proudly. “How is Mrs. Claus? You are Great. From Jamey.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please people, don't be like these grinches, if you don't like christmas don't inflict your hate on others, and so merry christmas and happy holidays everyone, from  DFTE, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-113540561409719306?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113540561409719306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=113540561409719306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113540561409719306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113540561409719306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/12/grinches-holiday-hall-of-shame.html' title='grinches (A Holiday Hall Of Shame)'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-113535715535367097</id><published>2005-12-23T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T08:59:15.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish everyone a merry christmas or whatever holiday you celebrate from everyone here at DFTE, and a Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-113535715535367097?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113535715535367097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=113535715535367097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113535715535367097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113535715535367097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-113502988162362784</id><published>2005-12-19T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T14:04:41.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darwin Awards</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new darwin awards are oout so go to www.darwinawards.com for the 2005 award winners and past years. if you don't know what it is, its a award where that a person who does the gene pool the most serivce by removing themselves by killing or sestorying their ability to reproduce, it is hillarious and DFTE approved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-113502988162362784?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113502988162362784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=113502988162362784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113502988162362784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113502988162362784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/12/darwin-awards.html' title='Darwin Awards'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-113487668112407844</id><published>2005-12-17T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T19:31:21.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted Lighthouses</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lighthouse is an enduring image of the sea, the lighthouse was a vital part of ocean travels, and intersing of the passion and dedication of the keepers, many ghost stories abound for your approval, a selection of haunted lighthouses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heceta Head Lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;Location: Florence, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;When Built: 1894.&lt;br /&gt;The Haunting: Said to be haunted by the ghost of the "Gray Lady," who is perhaps the mother of an unknown baby whose grave has been found on the grounds. Also known as "Rue," the ghost is known for moving objects, opening and closing cupboard doors and other strange occurrences. One workman claimed to have come face-to-face with Rue in the attic and fled in terror. Days later, while working on the exterior of the building, he accidentally broke one of the attic's windows, but refused to go up there to repair it. He instead repaired it from the outside, leaving the broken glass scattered across the attic floor. That night, workers heard scraping noises in the attic. When they checked it out the next morning, all of the broken glass had been swept into a neat pile. Even today, some report that they have seen an elderly woman looking down from an attic window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New London Ledge Lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;Location: New London Harbor, Connecticut&lt;br /&gt;When Built: 1909.&lt;br /&gt;The Haunting: This lighthouse's ghost is named Ernie. In 1936, when Ernie learned that his wife had run off with the captain of the Block Island Ferry, he jumped to his death from the roof of the lighthouse. He has since haunted the lighthouse, and his ghost has been known to open and close doors, wash the decks, turn off televisions, turn the fog horn off and on, and untie secured boats to let them drift away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Old Port Boca Grande Lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;Location: Gasparilla Island, Gulf of Mexico, Florida&lt;br /&gt;When Built: 1890.&lt;br /&gt;The Haunting: This lighthouse might have two ghosts. The first is the young daughter of one of the lighthouse's keepers, who died in the building, perhaps of diphtheria or whooping cough. Tour guides say that she can be heard playing in one of the rooms of the building's upper floor. The second ghost is reputed to be the headless spectre of a Spanish princess named Josefa. According to the legend, when Josefa rejected the love of the Spanish pirate Gasparilla, he lopped off her head with his sword. Her headless spirit has allegedly been seen wandering the beach... looking for her head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point Lookout&lt;br /&gt;Location: Chesapeake Bay, Maryland.&lt;br /&gt;When Built: 1830; 1883.&lt;br /&gt;The Haunting: Point Lookout has been called "America's most haunted lighthouse," mostly because of its unfortunate past. In the years of the Civil War, a prison camp was established next to the lighthouse by the Union Army. It was terribly overcrowded and became a breeding ground for disease, despair and death. Many signs of haunting have been reported since the 1860s: strange noises and disembodied voices, some of which have even been recorded on audiotape. The ghost of the first lighthouse keeper, Ann Davis, has been seen standing at the top of the stairway. Other figures have been seen in the basement and searching outside for graves that were moved a century ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sequin Island Lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;Location: Georgetown, Maine.&lt;br /&gt;When Built: 1797; rebuilt in 1820 and 1857.&lt;br /&gt;The Haunting: Reputed to be haunted by the bride of the lighthouse keeper who murdered her there. According to the legend, to help her fight the loneliness and depression of the isolated island, the lighthouse keeper had a piano shipped there for her. Unfortunately, she only had one piece of sheet music, which she learned and played over and over again. This allegedly drove the lighthouse keeper mad and he destroyed the piano - and his young wife - with an axe. Some say her piano music still can be heard floating out over the waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seul Choix Point Lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;Location: On Lake Michigan, about 14 miles east of Manistique, Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;When Built: The light was placed into service in 1892, but the tower had to be rebuilt and the station was not entirely completed until September, 1895.&lt;br /&gt;The Haunting: "Visitors and workers at the lighthouse complex have reported strange happenings, including moved silverware and other items, footsteps, the strong smell of cigars and the sound of someone climbing the lighthouse steps. Many believe that a lighthouse keeper is still at work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source http://paranormal.about.com/library/weekly/aa032601b.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaky, huh, and don't forget the story of the mssing keepers in "award winning" article Without A Trace strange disapperances &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-113487668112407844?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113487668112407844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=113487668112407844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113487668112407844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113487668112407844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/12/haunted-lighthouses.html' title='Haunted Lighthouses'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-113393003141314667</id><published>2005-12-06T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T20:33:51.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Witches at war with each other and cyrpto news</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the so strange we couldn't make it up file, comes this story form the drudge report www.drudgereport.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witch says fellow pagan out to get her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PALM COAST -- It was close to midnight on Sunday and Jill Pagan -- who practices paganism and calls herself a witch -- was getting settled into bed when she heard a crash. It sounded like something might have fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon investigation, Pagan discovered that her home's white aluminum door had a large gash in it. And just to the right, a large chunk of concrete was sitting in a flowerpot with a note attached to it by rubber bands. She immediately recognized a handwritten note in an ancient language called Theban, which she said is used almost exclusively by witches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagan called a Flagler County sheriff's deputy to her family's home, but no report has been filed on the incident, sheriff's office spokeswoman Debra Johnson said Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagan later translated the message as, " 'You've been warned. Stop what you're doing,' " she said Monday. And it was a way to scare her, her husband and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagan thinks the suspect is someone known to the local pagan community ---- perhaps another pagan familiar with Theban script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagans in Volusia and Flagler counties are a loose-knit group with various beliefs. Some believe in multiple deities, while some follow the Wicca, Celtic, Norse, Egyptian, Druid, African and Native American traditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone knew damn well that I was a witch and that I would recognize Theban for what it was," Pagan said, angry at what she calls a hate crime on her Belvedere Lane home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagan wants to know why someone sent such a violent message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you wanted to ask me a question, knock on my door -- don't throw a brick through it," she said. "All my neighbors know and most of them are very cool with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Engborg, a retired Daytona Beach police officer who specializes in strange and unusual crimes that involve occult, or hidden beliefs, said Monday he agrees that the note was written in Theban and the suspect most likely is a fellow pagan -- probably someone who dislikes Jill Pagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This sounds like an internal thing between other people of her faith," Engborg said, later adding, "They don't like her and the work she is doing or the way she is doing the work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird , huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another news story is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, new carnivore species sighted on Borneo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENEVA (Reuters) - Environmental researchers are preparing to capture what they call a new, mysterious species of carnivore on Borneo, the first such discovery on the wildlife-rich Indonesian island in over a century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swiss-based environmental group WWF said on Monday its researchers photographed the strange animal, which looks like a cross between a cat and a fox, in the dense, central mountainous rainforests of Borneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This could be the first time in more than a century that a new carnivore has been discovered on the island," said the WWF in a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mammal, slightly larger than a cat with red fur and a long tail, was photographed twice by a camera trap at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locals and wildlife experts who viewed photographs of the animal, which has very small ears and large hind legs, said they had never seen such a creature before and were convinced that it was a new species, WWF said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers hope to confirm the discovery by setting cage traps to catch a live specimen, but warn that Indonesian government plans to clear the rainforest to create the world's largest palm oil plantation may interfere with plans, WWF said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proposed plantation scheme, funded by the China Development Bank, is expected to cover an area of 1.8 million hectares, equivalent to about half the size of The Netherlands, said the WWF, formerly known as the World Wide Fund for Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The potential new species of carnivore in Borneo would be the first since the discovery of the Borneo ferret-badger in 1895, the WWF said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the animal were first taken by WWF researchers in 2003, the photos kept unpublished by the WWF as research continued. The WWF decided to make public the photos with the release of a book about Borneo, to be published on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aweosme,huh a new species, the world is loaded wiht new animals we havent seen yet adnd a new one had beeb found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALex Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-113393003141314667?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113393003141314667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=113393003141314667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113393003141314667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113393003141314667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/12/witches-at-war-with-each-other-and.html' title='Witches at war with each other and cyrpto news'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-113336407708051429</id><published>2005-11-30T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T07:21:17.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/3637/640/Cryptids.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/3637/320/Cryptids.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;postcard of what appears to be a giant fish! Real or Fake you decide!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-113336407708051429?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113336407708051429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=113336407708051429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113336407708051429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113336407708051429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/11/postcard-of-what-appears-to-be-giant.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-113296033148647534</id><published>2005-11-25T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T15:13:18.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a happy Thanksgivings and a very happy holiday season whatever you pratice or believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex STallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-113296033148647534?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113296033148647534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=113296033148647534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113296033148647534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113296033148647534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-113261381024003601</id><published>2005-11-21T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:56:50.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/3637/640/gefpic2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/3637/320/gefpic2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo of "Gef the talking Mongoose" taken by John Irving as proof&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-113261381024003601?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113261381024003601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=113261381024003601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113261381024003601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113261381024003601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/11/photo-of-gef-talking-mongoose-taken-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-113261370849119540</id><published>2005-11-21T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:55:08.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strange Saga of Gef the Talking Mongoose</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the isle of man is a island out the coast of England, it is a wind swept area and not much happens there but during the 1930's a bizzare case involving a monogoose named Gef that actually spoke the strange tale begins with the Irvings, a normal family that was center of some major league weirdness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the September of 1931, James Irving, his wife Margaret and their daughter Voirrey, started to hear strange noises like a wild animal, which emanated from the attic of the farmhouse. Curiously the "voice" behind these noises started to develop. In a similar way to a baby learning to speak, the cries started to turn into the words spoken by James Irving and were repeated parrot fashion by the unseen creature. In a very short space of time, the being had effectively learned to speak a good level of English!&lt;br /&gt;      Soon the creature, apparently a mongoose (a small rodent like animal famous for killing snakes) by the name of Gef, introduced itself to the Irving family. He told them that he had been born on June 7, 1852, in Delhi, India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      As well as talking, Gef, the mongoose, also developed a talent for singing. He knew the words to a good many popular songs and was also a bit of a joker, providing the family with an interesting source of entertainment, except for the time, when the Gef pretended to have been poisoned, which the family did not find in the least bit amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Gef insisted on remaining hidden to the family, being seldom seen except for the daughter Voirrey. When asked by James to show himself he said he didn't like to be seen as he felt he was ugly and terrible looking The mongoose apparently resided within the walls of the house or would perhaps hide in the garden. The only evidences that the creature existed were the sound of its voice and a few other strange happenings, such as objects being moved and thrown about the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      What sort of temperament did Gef have? The evidence available shows him to be of a benevolent and sensitive nature, but perhaps a little frisky and accident prone. Gef demonstrated his caring nature, during at least one occasion, when Margaret Irving managed to make contact with Gef. Margaret got to stroke the creatures fur, but unfortunately she cut her finger on Gef's sharp teeth in the process. Showing concern for the well-being of Margaret, Gef immediately instructed her to go and put ointment on the wound. On another occasion, Gef again showed his sensitive side. When the antics of the mongoose finally proved to be particularly annoying to the family, they threatened to move out of their house and leave him. This greatly upset Gef, who loved their company and was afraid that he would be left on his own. When the family decided to stay, Gef became much more obedient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Frequently Gef would venture out of the house and journey around the Isle. His exceptional elusiveness was used to great effect, when he would spy on other people and report back to the Irvings with his tales of what was happening locally. Occasionally, some of the locals reported hearing the odd sounds of an invisible creature, which they believed to be the Irving's "pet" mongoose.&lt;br /&gt;      It is interesting to note at this point, that, on the Isle of Man in approximately 1912, a farmer who apparently owned some mongooses let them loose into his fields with the intention that they would kill the rabbits, which were proving to be quite a nuisance on his farmland. Could some of these mongooses have continued to have lived and bred on the Isle of Man?&lt;br /&gt;      Of course, it was only a matter of time before the story started to spread away from the Isle of Man, with many more people getting to hear about it. The story was a great favourite with the British press, with many journalists flocking to the Irving household, to try and catch a glimpse of this so elusive creature.&lt;br /&gt;      At about this time, the story was to capture the attention of a famous paranormal investigator of the time, named Harry Price.&lt;br /&gt;      Price set out to conduct a proper scientific study of the Irving's farmhouse, to try an obtain conclusive evidence of the existence of the mongoose. He got together a team of investigators and scientists, with which to try and accomplish this task.&lt;br /&gt;      The research itself was very unsuccessful. Price himself never even managed to catch so much as a glimpse of the animal, during his stay on the Isle. The resulting evidence produced was weak indeed, consisting of a few blurry photographs of something roaming outside, in the fields around the farmhouse. The best picture apparently bore quite a resemblance to a cat. Plus some hairs, which were found, were remarkably similar to those belonging to the Irving's dog, Mona.&lt;br /&gt;      The British Natural History Museum, also studied some of the evidence and discredited the alleged paw print casts, which the Irvings claimed, were made by Gef.&lt;br /&gt;      There was also a suggestion made that the voice of Gef was in actual fact made by the Irving's daughter Voirrey.&lt;br /&gt;      Price's own probable conclusion to these events was that Gef was a fantasy which provided entertainment and interest for the Irving family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Intrestly Irving family themselves finally moved out of the farmhouse in 1937. Later in 1947, the new owner of the farm claimed that he had shot a "strange looking mongoose like animal," which had been roaming around the property. Although some say that this may well have been Gef, the majority of people on the Isle of Man at the time were sure that Gef left the farmhouse along with the Irving family. When you consider how fond Gef was of the family, this makes for rather a pleasant end to the tale.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;what had happen? was what was Gef, A ghost, a mutation? or a animal spirit? or was he a vicious fraud or hoax perputed by a bored family looking for attention, but what of the evidence or the photos,or the strange animal shot after the Irvings lefted or becuase after all mongeese were on the Isle Of Man at one tiem like much in the world the sag of Gef hasn't or won't ever be explained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a strange story huh, i like to thanks everyone who reads this, from my fans or the people who think i'm nuttier than a coconut, the point I'm just happy you read it at all, whatever because its fascinating or jsut to feel good about yourself or 5 min or an 5 hours,thank you for reading !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-113261370849119540?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113261370849119540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=113261370849119540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113261370849119540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113261370849119540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/11/strange-saga-of-gef-talking-mongoose.html' title='The Strange Saga of Gef the Talking Mongoose'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-113186365304090124</id><published>2005-11-12T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T22:34:13.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Like An Martian?</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is an strange story from   http://english.pravda.ru/main/18/90/363/16449_egypt.html that may or may be fake but is still DFTE approved, so here we go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient Egyptians used helicopters and airplanes for battles?&lt;br /&gt;11/11/2005 10:47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a scientific theory that says that Egyptians descended from Martians who had once visited this planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was even before Christ that Greeks took a keen interest in the culture and history of people living on the banks of the Nile River. In 1848, one of numerous archeological expeditions working in Egypt discovered strange hieroglyphs at the height of about ten meters right above the entrance to the Seti Temple in Abydos. The walls were  covered with the strange signs that greatly puzzled researchers. The only thing the researchers realized at once was that they had discovered some images of strange mechanisms that nobody ever saw before.Seti Temple in Abydos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still unknown what exactly an artist living about 3,gu000 years ago engraved on the walls. The archeological expedition carefully copied the mysterious signs on the temple walls, and the hieroglyphs gave rise to endless disputes and heated debates among Egyptologists. As a result, majority of Egyptologists arrived at a conclusion that there were just four strange objects drawn in different variations. Unfortunately, researchers of the 19th century failed to understand what ancient Egyptians actually drew on the temple walls. Like any sensation the mysterious Abydos hieroglyphs were absolutely forgotten some time later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 150 years, the respectable Arab newspaper Al-Sharq Al-Awsat published several sensational photos taken in the Amon Ra Temple in Karnak. At that, the newspaper asked its readers whether they believed that ancient Egyptians knew about battle aviation. The question would have seriously puzzled readers under some different conditions. But the photos the newspaper published demonstrated the bas-reliefs of an ancient temple built under Seti I who ruled 3,000 years ago; and on the bas-reliefs an ancient artist engraved a battle helicopter with a distinct rotor and a tail unit. Nearby, the artist depicted several other aircrafts astonishingly resembling contemporary supersonic fighters and heavy strategic bombers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sensational publication of the photos it became clear why Egyptologists of the 19th century could not tell what was depicted on the walls of the temple in Abydos. Indeed, the researchers did not know how helicopters and aircrafts look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharaoh Seti I was always known as the most famous and successful regents in Ancient Egypt who actively expanded his estates and had to repulse attacks of enemies. Do the published sensational pictures mean that the Pharaoh even employed battle aviation to fight enemies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well-known Egyptologist Alan Alford left to the Nile banks to study the Abydos mystery. The researcher studied the mysterious hieroglyphs and made sure that what seemed absolutely incredible was in fact quite real. Alford told journalists that ancient Egyptians had depicted a real helicopter model as if they made the engravings from life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, researchers got two almost identical sets of drawings from Karnak and Abydos which seemed be not accidental at all. Skeptics recollected that "Bee" was one of the names of Pharaoh Seti I and stated that the mysterious drawings were in fact attempts of an ancient artist to draw a bee. They would not believe that Egyptians might know about helicopters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, world-famous ufologist Richard Hogland declared that the mysterious drawings just proved his theory saying Egyptians descended from Martians who had once visited this planet. The researcher explains that Martians chose Ancient Egypt for landing because of its landscape wonderfully resembling the Martian one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ufologist failed to explain the origin of a submarine which was also engraved nearby the battle helicopter on the walls of the temple in Abydos. And the drawing was incredibly detailed. And researchers had to confess they were still too far from solving the mystery of the hieroglyphs and the frescos. It is perfectly clear that there are no seas on Mars, and the drawings of a submarine thus could not be made by "descendants of Martians" as Hogland called Egyptians as they had no notion what a submarine may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on this link to see a photo galery of Egyptian mysteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past years of the 20th century, many of Mars researchers actively supported Hogland's theory. They believed that failures of automated interplanetary space stations to land on Mars were closely connected with the mysterious hieroglyphs discovered on the walls of ancient temples. The researchers stated that millions of years ago a unique anti-missile shield was created around Mars for safe protection from curious and aggressive unwanted guests. When ufologists are told that some automated vehicles actually landed Mars and even took photos revealing there is no civilization on the planet, they say that terrestrials will be able to see only what Martians want and let us know about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Egyptologist Bruce Rowles gives another interesting hypothesis about the origin of the strange hieroglyphs. He says there were no interplanetary expeditions from other star systems to this planet in the old times. He supposes that Egyptian pagan priests knew many of nature secrets. It is a proven fact that 3,000 years ago Egyptians made the first batteries and generated electricity. Bruce Rowles also supposes that pagan priests in Ancient Egypt could look to the future where they quite probably saw battle helicopters, aircrafts and submarines. But Rowles' hypothesis is as unstable as the theory of Hogland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the disputes about the mysterious hieroglyphs are still heated. Some researchers believe that Egyptians knew aeronautics secrets and could fly but later the secrets were lost. But others insist that enthusiasts are too imaginative if they see modern helicopters, aircrafts and submarines in Egyptian engravings and bas-reliefs. Let us forget the heated disputes and see what history says on the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular scientific literature says that Egyptian Pharaoh Tutankhamen died 3,300 years ago as a result of an air crash. Historian William Deutch made the sensational statement and also said that ancient Egyptians could go up to the clouds with balloons inflated with hot air and with primitive gliders. Such flights were available for the royal family and nobility only. Deutch says that many of the royal family in Ancient Egypt including Tutankhamun himself died with their legs broken and numerous wounds as if they tragically died as a result of an aircraft crash. The researcher is sure that strange objects depicted in discovered ancient engravings and drawings were in fact the first flying devices. Deutch even made many models of such aircrafts and found out that many of them could soar in the air. William Deutch says that aeronautics first appeared in Egypt and then spread to the territories currently known as Tibet, India, Mexico, Turkey, China and Guatemala, in other words those territories where air flows could hold aircrafts in the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elegant 4-centimeter item which was obviously used as an amulet or a pendant made not later than the first millennium B.C. is known as "the Columbia gold airplane". As of today, researchers have found 33 items of the type on the territories of Columbia, Peru, Costa Rica and Venezuela. All of them are different on the outside but have the same principle of airplane construction with the horizontal and vertical keel empennage. Ancient artists often made them look like creatures covered with scales and with glowing eyes. But biologists of the world admit that the gold items cannot be identified with any known creature of fossil or contemporary fauna on the planet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Contemporary aerotechnics experts believe that "the gold airplane" might be a model of an aerospace aircraft with an opening cockpit; a model of a freight aircraft for landing water for one-time use only and even a model of a sub-aquaplane. But in fact, experts could discern an airplane in the gold model long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1956, "the gold airplane" was among exhibits of the Pre-Columbian Gold exhibition in Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. The deltoid wing and the vertical plane of the tail unit atypical of birds drew attention of American aircraft designers. The directors of the exhibition allowed testing the ancient "aircraft" in a wind tunnel. It turned out that the gold model could soar at supersonic speed, the issue which was widely studied in that epoch. The ancient model helped aircraft designers of Lockheed create a supersonic plane, the world's best for that period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird, huh in the intrest of fairness, the Pravada is a newspaper in Russia that publishes story that may be questionable but i felt it was worth showing just for the sheer novelity of picturing egyptians and martians, and worth posting on DFTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-113186365304090124?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113186365304090124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=113186365304090124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113186365304090124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113186365304090124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/11/walk-like-martian.html' title='Walk Like An Martian?'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-113181948442754647</id><published>2005-11-12T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:18:04.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/3637/640/cemetery_woman111105a.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/3637/320/cemetery_woman111105a.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo of a ghost kneeling in front of a grave, Fact or Fiction you decide! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-113181948442754647?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113181948442754647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=113181948442754647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113181948442754647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113181948442754647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/11/photo-of-ghost-kneeling-in-front-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-113141645246550342</id><published>2005-11-07T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T18:20:52.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/3637/640/giant_tomb1107a.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/152/3637/320/giant_tomb1107a.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed photo of a 20 ft coffin of a ten foot man, the other ten ft are his armor and weapons.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-113141645246550342?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113141645246550342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=113141645246550342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113141645246550342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113141645246550342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/11/supposed-photo-of-20-ft-coffin-of-ten.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-113063279559695891</id><published>2005-10-29T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T17:39:55.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's Famous Haunted Houses (The WInchester Mystery House)</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the spirit of hallowwen a beloved holiday on DFTE, only next to christmas, i presented a new installment of the series the world's msot haunted houses,  so enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on September 30 1862, Sarah Pardee and William Wirt Winchester were married in an cermony in New Harmony Conn, the winchester family had developed the famous "gun that won the west" the henry repeater rifle that was popular among union troops (a fact for my good friend Sarah who is a civil war buff and a frequent reader of this blog) the happy couple were now wealthy beyond their dreams with the New Rifle selling as fast as they could make them. unfortunely for the happy couple tradegy follow their new success Four years later, on July 15, 1866, Sarah gave birth to a daughter named Annie Pardee Winchester. Just a short time later, the first disaster struck for Sarah, as her daughter contracted an illness known as "marasmus", a children’s disease in which the body wastes away, Sarah was devestated and even worse her husband William now the heir to the Winchester empire died of  pulmonary tuberculosis. He died on March 7, 1881, in the cruel irony of fate , sarah had inherited her husband fortune of 20 Million dollars (which was a very large sum in these days) and a 48.5 percent share in her husband company, she had wealth beyond her dreams but at the cost of the only people she loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Your husband is here," the medium told her and then went on to provide a description of William Winchester. "He says for me to tell you that there is a curse on your family, which took the life of he and your child. It will soon take you too. It is a curse that has resulted from the terrible weapon created by the Winchester family. Thousands of persons have died because of it and their spirits are now seeking vengeance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah was then told that she must sell her property in New Haven and head towards the setting sun. She would be guided by her husband and when she found her new home in the west, she would recognize it.  "You must start a new life," said the medium, "and build a home for yourself and for the spirits who have fallen from this terrible weapon too. You can never stop building the house. If you continue building, you will live. Stop and you will die."&lt;br /&gt;For the next several months, the workmen toiled to repair the damage done by the earthquake, although actually the mammoth structure had fared far better than most of the buildings in the area. Only a few of the rooms had been badly harmed, although it had lost the highest floors and several cupolas and towers had toppled over. The expansion on the house began once more. The number of bedrooms increased from 15 to 20 and then to 25. Chimneys were installed all over the place, although strangely, they served no purpose. Some believe that perhaps they were added because the old stories say that ghosts like to appear and disappear through them. On a related note, it has also been documented that only 2 mirrors were installed in the house.... Sarah believed that ghosts were afraid of their own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 4, 1922, after a conference session with the spirits in the seance room, Sarah went to her bedroom for the night. At some point in the early morning hours, she died in her sleep at the age of 83. She left all of her possessions to her niece, Frances Marriot, who had been handling most of Sarah’s business affairs for some time.  Little did anyone know, but by this time, Sarah’s large bank account had dwindled considerably. Rumor had it that somewhere in the house was hidden a safe containing a fortune in jewelry and a solid-gold dinner service with which Sarah had entertained her ghostly guests. Her relatives forced open a number of safes but found only old fishlines, socks, newspaper clippings about her daughter’s and her husband’s deaths, a lock of baby hair, and a suit of woolen underwear. No solid gold dinner service was ever discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The furnishings, personal belongings and surplus construction and decorative materials were removed from the house and the structure itself was sold to a group of investors who planned to use it as a tourist attraction. One of the first to see the place when it opened to the public was Robert L. Ripley, who featured the house in his popular column, "Believe it or Not." The house was initially advertised as being 148 rooms, but so confusing was the floor plan that every time a room count was taken, a different total came up. The place was so puzzling that it was said that the workmen took more than six weeks just to get the furniture out of it. The moving men became so lost because it was a "labyrinth", they told the magazine, American Weekly, in 1928. It was a house "where downstairs leads neither to the cellar nor upstairs to the roof." The rooms of the house were counted over and over again and five years later, it was estimated that 160 rooms existed..... although no one is really sure if even that is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the house has been declared a California Historical Landmark and is registered with the National Park Service as "a large, odd dwelling with an unknown number of rooms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most would say that such a place must still harbor at least a few of the ghosts who came to reside there at the invitation of Sarah Winchester. The question is though, do they really haunt the place? Some would say that perhaps no ghosts ever walked there at all.... that the Winchester mansion is nothing more than the product of an eccentric woman’s mind and too much wealth being allowed into the wrong hands.&lt;br /&gt;There is no question that we can regard the place as one of the world’s "largest haunted houses", based on nothing more than the legend of the place alone. Is this a case where we need to draw the line between what is a real haunted spot .... and what is a really great story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the seance, Sarah sold her home in New Haven and with a vast fortune at her disposal, moved west to California. She believed that she was guided by the hand of her dead husband and she did not stop traveling until she reached the Santa Clara Valley in 1884. Here, she found a six room home under construction which belonged to a Dr. Caldwell. She entered into negotiations with him and soon convinced him to sell her the house and the 162 acres which it rested on.  She tossed away any previous plans for the house and started building whatever she chose to. She had her pick of local workers and craftsmen and for the next 36 years, they built and rebuilt, altered and changed and constructed and demolished one section of the house after another. She kept 22 carpenters at work, year around, 24 hours each day.  The sounds of hammers and saws sounded throughout the day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the house grew to include 26 rooms, railroad cars were switched onto a nearby line to bring building materials and imported furnishings to the house. The house was rapidly growing and expanding and while Sarah claimed to have no master plan for the structure, she met each morning with her foreman and they would go over the her hand-sketched plans for the day’s work. The plans were often chaotic but showed a real flair for building. Sometimes though, they would not work out the right way, but Sarah always had a quick solution. If this happened, they would just build another room around an existing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days, weeks and months passed, the house continued to grow. Rooms were added to rooms and then turned into entire wings, doors were joined to windows, levels turned into towers and peaks and the place eventually grew to a height of seven stories. Inside of the house, three elevators were installed as were 47 fireplaces. There were countless staircases which led nowhere; a blind chimney that stops short of the ceiling; closets that opened to blank walls; trap doors; double-back hallways; skylights that were located one above another; doors that opened to steep drops to the lawn below; and dozens of other oddities. Even all of the stair posts were installed upside-down and many of the bathrooms had glass doors on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also obvious that Sarah was intrigued by the number "13". Nearly all of the windows contained 13 panes of glass; the walls had 13 panels; the greenhouse had 13 cupolas; many of the wooden floors contained 13 sections; some of the rooms had 13 windows and every staircase but one had 13 steps. This exception is unique in its own right.... it is a winding staircase with 42 steps, which would normally be enough to take a climber up three stories. In this case, however, the steps only rise nine feet because each step is only two inches high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all of this seems like madness to us, it all made sense to Sarah. In this way, she could control the spirits who came to the house for evil purposes, or who were outlaws or vengeful people in their past life. These bad men, killed by Winchester rifles, could wreak havoc on Sarah’s life. The house had been designed into a maze to confuse and discourage the bad spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house continued to grow and by 1906, it had reached a towering seven stories tall. Sarah continued her occupancy, and expansion, of the house, living in melancholy solitude with no one other than her servants, the workmen and, of course, the spirits. It was said that on sleepless nights, when she was not communing with the spirit world about the designs for the house, Sarah would play her grand piano into the early hours of the morning. According to legend, the piano would be admired by passers-by on the street outside, despite the fact that two of the keys were badly out of tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most tragic event occurred within the house when the great San Francisco Earthquake of 1906 struck. When it was all over, portions of the Winchester Mansion were nearly in ruins. The top three floors of the house had collapsed into the gardens and would never be rebuilt. In addition, the fireplace that was located in the Daisy Room (where Mrs. Winchester was sleeping on the night of the earthquake) collapsed, shifting the room and trapping Sarah inside. She became convinced that the earthquake had been a sign from the spirits who were furious that she had nearly completed the house. In order to insure that the house would never be finished, she decided to board up the front 30 rooms of the mansion so that the construction would not be complete - and also so that the spirits who fell when portion of the house collapsed would be trapped inside forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next several months, the workmen toiled to repair the damage done by the earthquake, although actually the mammoth structure had fared far better than most of the buildings in the area. Only a few of the rooms had been badly harmed, although it had lost the highest floors and several cupolas and towers had toppled over. The expansion on the house began once more. The number of bedrooms increased from 15 to 20 and then to 25. Chimneys were installed all over the place, although strangely, they served no purpose. Some believe that perhaps they were added because the old stories say that ghosts like to appear and disappear through them. On a related note, it has also been documented that only 2 mirrors were installed in the house.... Sarah believed that ghosts were afraid of their own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 4, 1922, after a conference session with the spirits in the seance room, Sarah went to her bedroom for the night. At some point in the early morning hours, she died in her sleep at the age of 83. She left all of her possessions to her niece, Frances Marriot, who had been handling most of Sarah’s business affairs for some time.  Little did anyone know, but by this time, Sarah’s large bank account had dwindled considerably. Rumor had it that somewhere in the house was hidden a safe containing a fortune in jewelry and a solid-gold dinner service with which Sarah had entertained her ghostly guests. Her relatives forced open a number of safes but found only old fishlines, socks, newspaper clippings about her daughter’s and her husband’s deaths, a lock of baby hair, and a suit of woolen underwear. No solid gold dinner service was ever discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The furnishings, personal belongings and surplus construction and decorative materials were removed from the house and the structure itself was sold to a group of investors who planned to use it as a tourist attraction. One of the first to see the place when it opened to the public was Robert L. Ripley, who featured the house in his popular column, "Believe it or Not." The house was initially advertised as being 148 rooms, but so confusing was the floor plan that every time a room count was taken, a different total came up. The place was so puzzling that it was said that the workmen took more than six weeks just to get the furniture out of it. The moving men became so lost because it was a "labyrinth", they told the magazine, American Weekly, in 1928. It was a house "where downstairs leads neither to the cellar nor upstairs to the roof." The rooms of the house were counted over and over again and five years later, it was estimated that 160 rooms existed..... although no one is really sure if even that is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the house has been declared a California Historical Landmark and is registered with the National Park Service as "a large, odd dwelling with an unknown number of rooms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most would say that such a place must still harbor at least a few of the ghosts who came to reside there at the invitation of Sarah Winchester. The question is though, do they really haunt the place? Some would say that perhaps no ghosts ever walked there at all.... that the Winchester mansion is nothing more than the product of an eccentric woman’s mind and too much wealth being allowed into the wrong hands.&lt;br /&gt;There is no question that we can regard the place as one of the world’s "largest haunted houses", based on nothing more than the legend of the place alone. Is this a case where we need to draw the line between what is a real haunted spot .... and what is a really great story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the years that the house has been open to the public, employees and visitors alike have had unusual encounters here. There have been footsteps; banging doors; mysterious voices; windows that bang so hard they shatter; cold spots; strange moving lights; doorknobs that turn by themselves.... and don’t forget the scores of psychics who have their own claims of phenomena to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is going on, did Sarah Winchester make the winchester house a  maze because of the spirits out for revenge becuuse of her fear or did the deaths of her husband and children make her go crazy and in her madness create the story of the vengeful sprits as a scapegoat for the deaths or maybe the spirt did want revenge for their deaths at the hands of her husband's guns. we may never know but it is a another Dispatch from the edge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex slayer of evil stuff  Stallwitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;article from http://www.prairieghosts.com/winchester.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Copyright 2001 by Troy Taylor. All Rights Reserved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-113063279559695891?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113063279559695891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=113063279559695891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113063279559695891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/113063279559695891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/10/worlds-famous-haunted-houses.html' title='The World&apos;s Famous Haunted Houses (The WInchester Mystery House)'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-113038213503858296</id><published>2005-10-26T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:07:59.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more dispatches from the edge</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have updated my bio so enjoy it, and now my tri-weekly weird news update &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad judgement&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Inmate Scott Bolton filed a lawsuit in September against the Luzerne County, Pa., prison and a slew of corrections officials, blaming them for the severe injuries he suffered in a 2003 alleged escape attempt, claiming that tighter security would have foiled his breakout. Bolton suffered spinal cord injuries (which have permanently confined him to a wheelchair) when fellow inmate-conspirator Hugo Selenski pushed Bolton out of a window, several floors up, apparently to speed their leaping exit. Asked a corrections commissioner, incredulously, "(An inmate) is dumb enough to act as a human mattress for Hugo, and (we're) responsible?" [Wilkes-Barre Times Leader, 9-29-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry Howie's Pizza deliveryman Thomas Stefanelli, 37, was shot in the leg during a June robbery in Tampa, Fla., as he made his rounds, but he fought the robbers off and, not really aware that the pain in his leg was from a gunshot, dutifully delivered his other four pizzas before returning to the store and examining his wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toru Nagasawa, 29, a construction worker in Kawasaki, Japan, was arrested in July after allegedly forcing a man to give up his contact lenses; at his home, police later recovered 124 pairs of eyeglasses and 30 pairs of contacts, stored in plastic bags.Agence France-Presse, 7-29-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad parenting 101 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine Walker became the latest parent to decide to relocate without letting her child know about it. She moved out of their home in Redmire, England, in July, leaving the equivalent of about $40 to her 15-year-old daughter, along with a note announcing that she and an older daughter had moved to Turkey (where she had recently met a man). [Toronto Star-CP, 6-25-05] [The Guardian (London), 8-6-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid crimnals &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Bluder, 21, was arrested for armed robbery but attempted to escape by diving head-first through some bushes outside a convenience store. However, unknown to Bluder, the bushes obscured a brick wall, which he hit with full force. [Register-Guard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally the showstopper from the cape times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tijuana: A motorcyclist with a helmet-wearing corpse strapped to his back crashed in this Mexican city on the US border on Friday and fled on foot, setting off a police murder hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unidentified driver was trying to ride with the body through the centre of Tijuana, south of San Diego, California, when he lost control rounding a curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fled the scene, leaving the dead passenger on the curb. Police said the corpse, which had head injuries and bore strangulation marks, had died at least six hours earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the police arrived they took the helmet off the corpse, believing at first that he had died in the crash," said Francisco Castro, a spokesman for the Baja California state police's homicide division.&lt;br /&gt;But he had adhesive tape stuck to his face, a knife wound to his forehead, and showed signs of strangulation," he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castro said the dead man had wraps of methamphetamine in his pocket and an unkempt appearance, which led investigators to believe the killing was drug-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We think the killer was trying to take the body to a more deserted area to dispose of it," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all news from the www.newsoftheweird.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thusly proveing you can't make up this stuff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex 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Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112968558686485958</id><published>2005-10-18T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T18:33:06.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a freaky story</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologze for a lack of update as school is eaitng my soul. my insane drive to get to lv 30 doesn't help but i ehard a freaky story that i heard that sent chills up my spine. a caller on coast to coast am(my favorite radio show) said  it so i can't vouch for its accurary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a woman made  appointment with a famous local psychic, on the day of her appointment, the pyschic told her that she couldn't give her appointment and refunded her money. the woamn flipped out and yelled at her the psyhic was firm but gave her note saiding that it would expalin why. the woam was driving home and was so angry she didn't see a train  coming and it hit her car and killed her. the woman's family found the note and it said simply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE NO FUTURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creepy huh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112968558686485958?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112968558686485958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112968558686485958' title='1 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type='text'>the python and alligator</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a great story off of www.drudgereport.com, story frpm www.breitbart.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Python Explodes After Eating Alligator&lt;br /&gt;Oct 05 3:40 PM US/Eastern&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By DENISE KALETTE&lt;br /&gt;Associated Press Writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIAMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alligators have clashed with nonnative pythons before in Everglades National Park. But when a 6-foot gator tangled with a 13-foot python recently, the result wasn't pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snake apparently tried to swallow the gator whole _ and then exploded. Scientists stumbled upon the gory remains last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The species have battled with increasing frequency _ scientists have documented four encounters in the last three years. The encroachment of Burmese pythons into the Everglades could threaten an $8 billion restoration project and endanger smaller species, said Frank Mazzotti, a University of Florida wildlife professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gators have had to share their territory with a python population that has swelled over the past 20 years after owners dropped off pythons they no longer wanted in the Everglades. The Asian snakes have thrived in the wet, hot climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Encounters like that are almost never seen in the wild. ... And we here are, it's happened for the fourth time," Mazzotti said. In the other cases, the alligator won or the battle was an apparent draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They were probably evenly matched in size," Mazzotti said of the latest battle. "If the python got a good grip on the alligator before the alligator got a good grip on him, he could win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the gator may have been injured before the battle began _ wounds were found on it that apparently were not caused by python bites _ Mazzotti believes it was alive when the battle began. And it may have clawed at the python's stomach as the snake tried to digest it, leading to the blow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The python was found with the gator's hindquarters protruding from its midsection. Its stomach still surrounded the alligator's head, shoulders, and forelimbs. The remains were discovered and photographed Sept. 26 by helicopter pilot and wildlife researcher Michael Barron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident has alerted biologists to new potential dangers from Burmese pythons in the Everglades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Clearly, if they can kill an alligator they can kill other species," Mazzotti said. "There had been some hope that alligators can control Burmese pythons. ... This indicates to me it's going to be an even draw. Sometimes alligators are going to win and sometimes the python will win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It means nothing in the Everglades is safe from pythons, a top down predator," Mazzotti said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only can the python kill other reptiles, the snakes will also eat otters, squirrels, endangered woodstorks and sparrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there are thousands of alligators in the Everglades, Joe Wasilewski, a wildlife biologist and crocodile tracker, said its unknown how many pythons there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need to set traps and do a proper survey," of the snakes, he said. At least 150 have been captured in the last two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem arises when people buy pets they are not prepared to care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People will buy these tiny little snakes and if you do everything right, they're six-feet tall in one year. They lose their appeal, or the owner becomes afraid of it. There's no zoo or attraction that will take it," so they release the snakes into the Everglades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reproducing snake can have as many as 100 hatchlings, which explains why the snake population has soared, Wasilewski said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Burmese snake problem is just part of a larger issue of nonnative animal populations in South Florida, he said. So many iguanas have been discarded in the region that they are gobbling tropical flowers and causing problems for botanists, Wasilewski said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 10- or 20-foot python is also large enough to pose a risk to an unwary human, especially a small child, he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think this is an imminent threat. This is not a 'Be afraid, be very afraid situation.'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;freaky, huh, so be careful out that with the killer dolphins and werewolves and now Pythons are in Florida so watch your self out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112854572189085605?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112854572189085605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112854572189085605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112854572189085605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112854572189085605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/10/python-and-alligator.html' title='the python and alligator'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112775834169083501</id><published>2005-09-26T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T11:15:54.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>killer dolphins</title><content type='html'>dear readers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a strange story that is DFTE approved from the drudge report &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed and dangerous - Flipper the firing dolphin let loose by Katrina &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Mark Townsend Houston&lt;br /&gt;Sunday September 25, 2005&lt;br /&gt;The Observer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be the oddest tale to emerge from the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. Armed dolphins, trained by the US military to shoot terrorists and pinpoint spies underwater, may be missing in the Gulf of Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experts who have studied the US navy's cetacean training exercises claim the 36 mammals could be carrying 'toxic dart' guns. Divers and surfers risk attack, they claim, from a species considered to be among the planet's smartest. The US navy admits it has been training dolphins for military purposes, but has refused to confirm that any are missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolphins have been trained in attack-and-kill missions since the Cold War. The US Atlantic bottlenose dolphins have apparently been taught to shoot terrorists attacking military vessels. Their coastal compound was breached during the storm, sweeping them out to sea. But those who have studied the controversial use of dolphins in the US defence programme claim it is vital they are caught quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo Sheridan, 72, a respected accident investigator who has worked for government and industry, said he had received intelligence from sources close to the US government's marine fisheries service confirming dolphins had escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My concern is that they have learnt to shoot at divers in wetsuits who have simulated terrorists in exercises. If divers or windsurfers are mistaken for a spy or suicide bomber and if equipped with special harnesses carrying toxic darts, they could fire,' he said. 'The darts are designed to put the target to sleep so they can be interrogated later, but what happens if the victim is not found for hours?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually dolphins were controlled via signals transmitted through a neck harness. 'The question is, were these dolphins made secure before Katrina struck?' said Sheridan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery surfaced when a separate group of dolphins was washed from a commercial oceanarium on the Mississippi coast during Katrina. Eight were found with the navy's help, but the dolphins were not returned until US navy scientists had examined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheridan is convinced the scientists were keen to ensure the dolphins were not the navy's, understood to be kept in training ponds in a sound in Louisiana, close to Lake Pontchartrain, whose waters devastated New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The navy launched the classified Cetacean Intelligence Mission in San Diego in 1989, where dolphins, fitted with harnesses and small electrodes planted under their skin, were taught to patrol and protect Trident submarines in harbour and stationary warships at sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criticism from animal rights groups ensured the use of dolphins became more secretive. But the project gained impetus after the Yemen terror attack on the USS Cole in 2000. Dolphins have also been used to detect mines near an Iraqi port. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now's that freaky so be careful and don't pet any dolphins you see or you'll regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex  Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112775834169083501?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112775834169083501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112775834169083501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112775834169083501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112775834169083501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/killer-dolphins.html' title='killer dolphins'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112767402065304609</id><published>2005-09-25T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T11:47:00.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disptches from the edge (a weird news update)</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time for weekly update on weird news from around the world. news from www.newsoftheweird.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lawsuit happy nation&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Evelyn Davison, 74, of Austin, Texas, filed a lawsuit in June against a neighbor who had failed to bring in her empty garbage can after a pickup. Davison discovered it in her driveway, and, attempting to move it by herself, she said she was seriously injured when she accidentally fell into it. And the Minnesota Court of Appeals sent a case back to trial in May, ruling that Jenell Casarez could indeed sue Amy and David Klema for injuries suffered as a guest in their home. According to the lawsuit, Casarez needed to use the bathroom, which was occupied by David, and so with Amy's acquiescence, went to the basement and attempted to relieve herself in a concrete laundry tub, but when she climbed on top, it tipped over and crushed her fingertips. (Alcohol was involved, according to the trial court.) [American-Statesman, 6-26-05] [Casarez vs. Klema, A04-1744, Minnesota Court of Appeals, 5-31-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid criminals&lt;br /&gt;Amir Husain, 17, and Anthony Nauman, 18, who allegedly burglarized a home in Mundelein, Ill., in August, were easily tracked down by police after the pair decided to build a Web site and post photos of their loot for sale, along with their contact information. (2) In the early morning hours of a July day on the Eastern Freeway in Doncaster, Australia, when a driver on a restricted permit was stopped for speeding (at the equivalent of more than 120 mph), he told the officer in apparent seriousness that he didn't realize the police worked that late. (We're a "24-hour organization," said a police spokesman.) [WMAQ-TV (Chicago), 8-16-05] [The Age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's in name&lt;br /&gt;From a Legal Notice of a Name Change in the Honolulu Advertiser, Aug. 24: from "Waiaulia Alohi anail ke alaamek kawaipi olanihenoheno Kam Paghmani" to "Waiaulia Alohi anail ke alaamek kawaipi olanihenoheno Kam." [Honolulu Advertiser, 8-24-05]&lt;br /&gt;belief is a powerful thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Mr. Mamadou Obotimbe Diabikile was shot by police and arrested after his unsuccessful attempt to rob the Mali Development Bank in Bamako, Mali, in March, in part hindered by the nearly seven pounds of magic charms he was wearing to make himself invisible. (2) Musician Edna Chizema went on trial in March in Harare, Zimbabwe, for allegedly defrauding Ms. Magrate Mapfumo by convincing her to pay the equivalent of US$5,000 for Chizema to fly in four invisible mermaids (folkloric goddesses of revenge, according to the Shona people) from London to help recover Mapfumo's stolen car. [Independent Online (Cape Town, South Africa), 3-17-05] [Seattle Post-Intelligencer-AP, 3-18-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunning is a artform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in March in Rajahmundry, India (about 300 miles south of Hyderabad), officials termed "resounding(ly) success(ful)" their tax-collection tactic of sending several teams of two drummers to stand outside the defaulters' homes and pound their instruments until the debtors paid up. [Des Moines Register, 3-15-05] [Agence France-Presse, 4-1-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not understanding the concept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pregnant woman named Akono was quoted in a March Agence France-Presse dispatch from London during demonstrations against U.S. policy in Iraq as saying she planned to intensify her own protest by soon going on a hunger strike, reasoning that she wants "to do everything I can to make sure my child has a secure future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Julie Atkins, 38, of Derby, England, featured in a May BBC TV documentary on childbirth because her three daughters gave birth last year at, respectively, ages 12, 14 and 16, told the Sunday Mercury newspaper: "I don't care what people say about me. I blame the schools. Sex education for young girls should be better." (2) Tommy Rollins Jr., 26, who police say shot Missouri state trooper Brandon Brashear nine times during a traffic stop (chasing him onto the median of Interstate 470 in Kansas City), told reporters in May, "The society's what caused me to do what I did. Just look at the society we live in." (At press time, Brashear was in critical condition.) [BBC News, 5-23-05] [Columbia Daily Tribune-AP, 5-31-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha would be sad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Buddhist monks in Bangkok were defrocked in May after a street fight culminating years of hostility between two temples, according to a Reuters dispatch. Said one (who used brass knuckles), "When an ordinary person is given a middle-finger sign, he will be mad. So will I." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a great man once truth is stranger than fiction and as my dad likes to say you can't make this stuff up. htis colleciton prove that the world is a strange place indeed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112767402065304609?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112767402065304609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112767402065304609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112767402065304609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112767402065304609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/disptches-from-edge-weird-news-update.html' title='disptches from the edge (a weird news update)'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112761890385278850</id><published>2005-09-24T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T20:28:23.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/rockkid1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/rockkid1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alleged photo of a ghost kid on a rock&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112761890385278850?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112761890385278850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112761890385278850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112761890385278850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112761890385278850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/alleged-photo-of-ghost-kid-on-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112761882464148910</id><published>2005-09-24T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T20:27:04.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/roadghost.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/roadghost.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alleged photo of a ghost taken along the highway fact or ficiton you decide!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112761882464148910?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112761882464148910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112761882464148910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112761882464148910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112761882464148910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/alleged-photo-of-ghost-taken-along.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112761878767201752</id><published>2005-09-24T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T20:26:27.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/ghostdog1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/ghostdog1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alleged photo of a ghost dog in the truck &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112761878767201752?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112761878767201752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112761878767201752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112761878767201752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112761878767201752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/alleged-photo-of-ghost-dog-in-truck.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112761876059889199</id><published>2005-09-24T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T20:26:00.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/ghostkitty1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/ghostkitty1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo of a ghost cat that was taken right after the cat had died &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112761876059889199?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112761876059889199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112761876059889199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112761876059889199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112761876059889199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/photo-of-ghost-cat-that-was-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112761871285929284</id><published>2005-09-24T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T20:25:12.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/dogghost1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/dogghost1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo of a ghost dog that is supposly the dog's puppy that died&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112761871285929284?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112761871285929284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112761871285929284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112761871285929284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112761871285929284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/photo-of-ghost-dog-that-is-supposly.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112734166218162778</id><published>2005-09-21T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:27:42.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/ghostgirl1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/ghostgirl1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alleged photo of a ghost girl, she wasn't there whne it was taken by the way&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112734166218162778?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112734166218162778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112734166218162778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112734166218162778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112734166218162778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/alleged-photo-of-ghost-girl-she-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112734144534568909</id><published>2005-09-21T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:24:05.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/webcam0829a.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/webcam0829a.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alleged ghost sighted on webcam photo from www.coasttocoastam.com&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112734144534568909?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112734144534568909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112734144534568909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112734144534568909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112734144534568909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/alleged-ghost-sighted-on-webcam-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112734121256443250</id><published>2005-09-21T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:20:12.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/normal_alaska30s.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/normal_alaska30s.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alleged photo of a alien real or fake you deicde!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112734121256443250?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112734121256443250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112734121256443250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112734121256443250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112734121256443250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/alleged-photo-of-alien-real-or-fake.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112734102770689721</id><published>2005-09-21T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:18:11.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/deloysapeextended.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/deloysapeextended.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rare extended version of the photo of the  de-loys ape &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112734102770689721?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112734102770689721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112734102770689721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112734102770689721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112734102770689721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/rare-extended-version-of-photo-of-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112734098091926578</id><published>2005-09-21T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:16:20.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/cropcircle1jpg.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/cropcircle1jpg.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a photo of a crop circle  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112734098091926578?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112734098091926578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112734098091926578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112734098091926578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112734098091926578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/photo-of-crop-circle.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112734095074955188</id><published>2005-09-21T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:15:52.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/alien-autopsy-shrunk.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/alien-autopsy-shrunk.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still from the famous Fox Alien autopsy and the subject of much controversy. real or fake you decide&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112734095074955188?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112734095074955188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112734095074955188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112734095074955188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112734095074955188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/still-from-famous-fox-alien-autopsy.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112699353724474181</id><published>2005-09-17T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T14:45:37.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the world's famous haunted  houses, (The Borley Rectory)</title><content type='html'>dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pleased to introduce a new feature on DFTE. the world's most haunted houses TM we will explored the stories behind the world's most haunted house and places. the best palce to startis the experts considered one of or possibly The Most haunted house in the world the borley rectory in england.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Borley Rectory was built in 1863, on the site of an old Benedictine Monastery for the Reverend H.D.E Bull and his family. sightingss and rumors of hauntings begin to circulated. In 1892 the Reverend Bull died in the Blue Room. Harry Bull then took over from his father until 1927, when he also passed away in the Blue Room, now with a reputation as the haunted room of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a year standing empty, the Rev Eric Smith and his wife moved in, and lived there for three years. It was during this time that Harry Price stayed over at the house for three days, as part of his long-term investigations. In October 1930, the Rev L.A Foyster and his wife Marianne moved in, and stayed for 5 years. In 1935 (after the Foysters had moved out) the property was leased to Harry Price for a whole year, the results of which were published in The Most Haunted House in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Foysters left after a five-year stay, and Price now got the opportunity to study the rectory in isolation, with a team of different researchers. Price leased the property from June 1937 to 1938, but the results were relatively disappointing in comparison to what had been observed before. An account of the haunting was published by Price in 'The Most Haunted House in England'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rectory was gutted by fire in 1939 when the occupier, Captain William Gregson, who had bought the property, accidentally turned over an oil lamp near a bookstand. The fire caught hold quickly destroying the rectory beyond repair. The ruin was finally demolished in 1944.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hauntings and ghost sightings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reports of hauntings and ghosts beign circule right after the Bull family moved in. &lt;br /&gt;from around 1885, there were sightings of a ghostly nun in the grounds of the rectory, and poltergeist activity was observed. According to local lore, the ghostly nun was the spirit of a 13th century nun from a local convent, who had fallen in love with a monk from the local monastery. They were said to have fled from the area in a coach and horses. Captured shortly afterwards, they were brought to swift justice; the monk was hanged, and the nun was walled up inside the convent. It is difficult to say whether this story had been around for a long time, or was a result of sightings during the Reverend Bulls tenancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is certain, is that there are a lot of reports of sightings during the time that H.D.E Bull and his son Harry were in residence. In 1886 a nurse is said to have left because of strange phenomena, possibly phantom footsteps. Around 1900, the two sisters of Harry Bull saw the ghostly nun in the garden during the daytime. Many local people were also witness to the spectre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr and Mrs Edward Cooper, who lived in a cottage near to the rectory saw the ghost, and also witnessed a phantom coach and horses. The Bulls must have taken the strange happenings in their stride, as they were in residence until the death of Harry Bull in the Blue Room in 1927. It must be noted that Harry Bull had jokingly remarked that he would return after his death, and make his presence known by throwing mothballs around, he must have had a good sense of humour. In the year after the reverend's death, in the time when Borley was unoccupied, the ghostly nun was seen several more times by local witnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next real concentration of reports comes from Eric Smith and his wife. During their short stay they complained of mysterious footsteps, doorbells ringing of their own accord, and phantom stone throwing. In response to this poltergeist phenomena, the reverend phoned the Daily Mirror, who sent along a reporter, and then contacted Harry Price from the SPR. So began his long and controversial association with the rectory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first response was to ask permission to stay at the Rectory for a short period of time. While staying there, Price witnessed first hand the poltergeist activity, and is said to have got in touch with a spirit, (The Reverend Bull) while holding a seance in the Blue Room. The phenomena continued and the Smiths, having enough of either the haunting, or the publicity had left by 1930.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next residents were the Reverend Lionel Foyster, and his wife Marianne Foyster. The strange events within the rectory continued, and the Foysters were witness to poltergeist phenomena, ranging from smashed glasses and stone throwing, to mysterious writing on the walls. Marianne is also said to have been thrown from her bed by a strange force. The strange writing is the most curious part of the phenomena, which defies mistaken identification of natural events, although a rational explanation cannot be ruled out in any circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after the rectory had burned to the ground, strange events are still said to have occurred, and there has been relatively recent phenomena observed in the Parish Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we can see this is one of most haunted houses in England or possibly in the world, what is going on? is the borley rectory a haunted hosues or is a all explained by variosu source, or was price deceived by a elaborte hoax? like much in the world we may never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source &lt;br /&gt;http://www.mysteriousbritain.co.uk/hauntings/borley.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird news &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priorities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July, firefighters in Stamford, Conn., had to break a car window, against the owner's wishes, to rescue her 23-month-old son, whom she had accidentally locked inside along with the key. The kid had been sweltering for more than 20 minutes when Susan Guita Silverstein, 42 (who was later charged with reckless endangerment), implored firefighters to let her go home and get a spare key so they wouldn't have to damage her Audi A4. (For infants on an 88-degree day, 20 minutes inside is dangerous, according to the firefighters.) [Stamford Advocate, 7-26-05]  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people on edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police in West Hartford, Conn., arrested Matthew Flynn, 46, in August for allegedly threatening to castrate a Melly's ice-cream truck driver with a pair of hedge clippers because the driver blared his jingle on and on and on, even though Flynn told him that no kids lived on the street. And David Owen Rye, 48, was arrested in Los Angeles 10 days earlier for allegedly firing at least three bullets into a Toyota Camry in an apartment-house parking lot because its car alarm wouldn't shut off. [Hartford Courant, 8-22-05] [Daily News (Los Angeles)-AP, 8-11-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news from www.newsoftheweird.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a massive new update for my dedicated readers all 5 of you;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112699353724474181?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112699353724474181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112699353724474181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112699353724474181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112699353724474181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/worlds-famous-haunted-houses-borley.html' title='the world&apos;s famous haunted  houses, (The Borley Rectory)'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112624051646908199</id><published>2005-09-08T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:37:43.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the real exorcism of Emily Rose</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an new movie was releasedcalled the exorcism of Emily Rose. it is based on a true story and the movies tells the story so here is the real exocrism of Emily rose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiler warning if you want to see th emovie please don't read thsi as it gives much of the plot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins in Bavaria, Germany during the year of 1968. Young Anneliese Michel&lt;br /&gt;– a girl from an extremely religious family – began to suffer from a seizure. She would suffer paralysis and shaking, which made her unable to call out for help. She is soon diagnosed with Epilepsy and has a stay at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after her seizure, she began to see strange demonic imagery during her daily prayers, which would lead her to believe that she was suffering from possession. Along with the imagery, demonic voices begin to ridicule and taunt her. The Doctor that Anneliese was seeing on a regular basis was of little relief to her and after a while she stopped going. The demonic images she would see continued for a few years until 1973 when Anneliese’s parents would begin approaching the Catholic Church about performing an exorcism. Most reject the idea, citing that her case is most likely a medical condition. During this time, Anneliese's condition would improve for short periods of time but inevitably worsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years later, Josef Stangl – Catholic Bishop - decides to appoint Father Arnold Renz and Pastor Ernst Alt to perform an exorcism on the now 22-year-old Anneliese Michel. During the exorcism it appears that several demons where inhabiting the body. One was calling itself “Hitler” and would speak in a Frankish accent. The real Hitler was Austrian. Others included Nero, Judas and Cain. Anneliese also refused to be treated at a medical hospital and for days on end she would refuse to eat real food. At its worst, Anneliese began eating insects off the floor and drinking her own urine. She would bite and insult family members when she was not mutilating herself. There are times when she would just scream for hours and destroy crosses and other religious symbols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For days at a time the attacks would actually stop, allowing Anneliese to attend school and finish her exams. The exorcism continued for nine months until June 1975. During this time the popular horror film “The Exorcist” had been released in Germany – adding to the hysteria. Psychiatrists were reporting cases of increased unusual behavior. On July 1, 1975 Anneliese Michel finally did succumb to what would later be stated as starvation. She had been refusing to eat and had begun to suffer from pneumonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the events of the past few years, Anneliese’s parents and the exorcists are prosecuted for negligent homicide. The movie takes place during this trial, looking back on the various events that lead to Emily Rose’s (Anneliese’s) death. During the trial, many psychiatrists testified that the parents and priests added to Anneliese’s delusions of demon possession. This coupled with her epilepsy gave the illusion that she really was possessed by demons. Experts also testify that if Anneliese had been force-fed, she may have survived the ordeal. The priests try to convince the court that the demon possession is real and present audiotapes recorded during the exorcism. Anneliese appears to be talking in “tongues” and at points you can noticeably here the demons arguing with one another. Audio recordings were even taken during the night of her death and used during the trial.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the vercist was not guilty and the catholic church offically reconised the exorcism of Emily Rose.this case represents one of the most unfortunate clashes between science and religion. The way that the Catholic Church performs exorcisms has changed in the wake of these events. In 1999 a new “Rituale Romanum” is ratified by the church and is referred to as “The Exorcism for the Upcoming Millennium.” real life is stranger than fiction somestimes as i always say you can't make this stuff up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112624051646908199?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112624051646908199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112624051646908199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112624051646908199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112624051646908199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/real-exorcism-of-emily-rose.html' title='the real exorcism of Emily Rose'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112589229639321969</id><published>2005-09-04T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T20:52:39.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogmen in michigan and werewolves in wisconsin?</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the legend of werewolves have been with man since recorded history. folklorist believed that whatever animal a society feared became a werecreature this accounts for stories of weretigers, werecoyote, werejackals, werelepoards, and even were-sharks! howver in michgan, storie are around of a dog-man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beast of bray road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had been fishing near Manistee on Claybank Lake one day just as the sun was setting, when an animal swimming toward their boat caught their attention. Taking it to be a coon hound that one of them owned, they ignored it until it got close. It was at that point the two men realized that the "swimmer" had a dog's head and a man's body! The men, very frightened, did the natural thing and began to row away. Fast. But to escape, they first had to emulate former President Jimmy Carter's famous "club the swimming rabbit" maneuver (Carter was also in a boat when "attacked" by a dripping cottontail near the end of his term...who knew rabbits could swim?) and whop the creature a few times with an oar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Carter, they managed to keep it from climbing into the boat with them, and made their escape. The reporter did contact one of these men but he would not talk to her about it, insisting that he didn't know what it was he saw, and that he "didn't want to go into it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear gripped Robert Fortney as he shot and killed one of five dogs that lunged at him as he stood on the banks of the Muskegon River in 1938," wrote Sheila Wissner in the Record-Eagle on April 25, 1987. "But fear escalated to cold terror as the only dog that didn't run off reared up on its hind legs and stared at Fortney with slanted, evil eyes and the hint of a grin." Wissner said the man from Cadillac, Michigan, found himself recalling that traumatic incident when he listened to "The Legend." Fortney's encounter took place near Paris, Mecosta County, which lies about halfway between Lake Michigan and Saginaw Bay. Although Fortney said he "wouldn't want to call it a dogman," neither did he know WHAT to call the black canid that fearlessly locked eyeballs with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the creature known as the dog-man became so famous that he had a song called the legend which became a local hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dog-man was also sighted in wisconsin One of the first Wisconsin werewolf sightings occurred in 1936. A man named Mark Schackelman reportedly encountering a talking wolfman just east of Jefferson, Wisconsin on Highway 18. As he was driving along the road one evening, he spotted a figure digging in an old Indian mound. He looked closer and saw that the figure was a strange, hair-covered creature that stood erect and stood more than six feet tall. The face of the creature boasted a muzzle and features of both an ape and a dog. Its hands were oddly formed with a twisted thumb and three fully formed fingers. The beast gave off a putrid smell that was like “decaying meat”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schackelman returned to the site the following evening, hoping for another look, and this time, he actually heard the creature speak in what he described as being “neo human”. The beats uttered a “three-syllable growling noise that sounded like gadara with the emphasis on the second syllable.” Schackelman was a religious man and after spotting this obviously “evil” creature, he began to back away from it and to pray. Eventually the creature was lost to sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did it turn up again? In 1964, another man, Dennis Fewless, had a similar sighting less than two miles away. Fewless was driving home around midnight from his job at the Admiral Television Corp. in Harvard, Illinois. After turning onto Highway 89 from Highway 14, his headlights caught an animal running across the road in front of him. It was dark brown in color and he estimated that it weighed between 400 and 500 pounds. He also described it as being seven or eight feet tall. It ran across the highway, jumped a barbed wire fence and vanished. Fewless returned to the spot (in the daylight) hours to look for footprints or other evidence but the hard, sun-dried ground offered nothing. They did find where the corn had been pushed aside as the beast entered the field though. “I was awful scared that night,” Fewless told author Jay Rath. “That was no man. It was all hairy from head to feet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1972, a werewolf returned to Wisconsin. One night, a woman in rural Jefferson County called the police to report an attempted break in at her home. According to an investigation conducted by the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources, she said that the intruder was a “large, unknown animal” that had come to the house and had tried to get in the door. The creature departed but returned again a few weeks later and injured one of her farm animals. The account stated that the creature had long, dark hair, stood about eight feet tall and walked upright like a man. Its arms were long and it had claws on each hand. After trying to enter the house, the beast went out to the barn and attacked a horse that was stabled there. It left behind a deep gash on the animal that stretched from one shoulder to the other. A footprint left behind was more than a foot long. Bigfoot investigators dismissed the report, saying that a Sasquatch would never be that aggressive. But what about a werewolf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the most celebrated and strange werewolf reports of recent years again come from Wisconsin and involve what has been dubbed the “Bray Road Beast”. The first public sighting of the monster occurred on October 31, 1999 when 18 year old Doristine Gipson of Elkhorn was driving along Bray Road near Delavan. As she neared the intersection of Hospital Road, she felt her right front tire jump off the ground as if she had hit something. She stopped the car and peered into the darkness to see a dark, hairy form racing toward her. She jumped back into the car and was attempting to drive away when the beast jumped onto her trunk. Luckily, it was too wet for the creature to hang on and it fell off onto the pavement. Doristine returned to the site later on that evening with a young girl that she was taking out trick-or-treating and saw a large form on the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told about her encounter the next day and as word spread, more local people began to step forward with their own encounters with the beast, dating back to 1989. One night in the fall of that year, Lorianne Endrizzi was rounding a curve on Bray Road (just a half mile from the site of the later incident) and saw what she thought was a person hunched over on the side of the road. When she slowed down, she took a closer look at the figure on the passenger side of the car. She was no more than six feet away from it at the time. The sighting lasted for about 45 seconds and she stated that she clearly saw a beast with grayish, brown hair, fangs and pointed ears. “His face was … long and snouty, like a wolf”. The creature also had glowing yellow eyes. She reported that she had no idea what this thing could have been until she saw a book at the library that had an illustration of a werewolf in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the same time period, a dairy farmer from Elkhorn (near Delavan) named Scott Bray reported seeing a “strange looking dog” in his pasture near Bray Road. He said that the beast was larger and taller than a German Shepherd and had pointed ears, a hair tail and long gray and black hair. He added that it was built very heavy in the front, as if it had a strong chest. He followed the “dog” to a large pile of rocks but the creature had vanished. He did find that it had left behind huge footprints though, which disappeared into the grass of the pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sightings continued and added up to a number of bizarre encounters between 1989 and 1992. The creature resembled no known animals, but alternately was compared to dogs, bears and wolves. According to Jerome Clark, Dan Groebner of the International Wolf Research Center in Ely, Minnesota stated that the creature could not be a wild wolf. To further complicate matters, all sorts of other sightings in the region also began to pour in, including Bigfoot-like creatures, animal mutilations and men in black. As seems to be the chaos during most Fortean flaps, all matter of high strangeness began to filter into the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is going on? are  strange wolf like creature roamined wisconsin and Michigan?  are werewolves real? or is just dogs or normal wolves heighted by histeria. intersingly the indians in the region had a legend of the  “shunka warak’in”. The creature was said to have lived in the wilds of the Upper Midwest and was a wolf-like animal that was known to the Native American population and to the early settlers in the region. The creature was named by the Ioway Indians and its name meant “carrying-off dogs”. Little is known for sure about the creature but apparently it was quite fierce and for awhile, a mounted specimen of one was exhibited at various times in the west Yellowstone area and in a small museum near Henry Lake in Idaho. or maybe werewolves are real so think twice before going that walk in the wolves for you never know what you may find out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallwitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sources &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.weirdmichigan.com/monsters.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.prairieghosts.com/brayrd.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112589229639321969?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112589229639321969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112589229639321969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112589229639321969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112589229639321969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/dogmen-in-michigan-and-werewolves-in.html' title='Dogmen in michigan and werewolves in wisconsin?'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112545362957320760</id><published>2005-08-30T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T19:00:29.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an weekly weird news update</title><content type='html'>dear readers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is an new feature i call our weird news roundup from www.newsoftheweird.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glass houses and stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In court papers filed in 1994 but which only recently drew public attention, lawyers for the Catholic Archdiocese of Portland, Ore., challenged a child-support claim against a priest by pointing out the culpability of the mother herself for failing to use birth control (which the church regards a grave sin). The 1994 document came to light when the woman went back to court in July 2005 for an increase in child support, but the court turned her down in deference to Father Arturo Uribe's vow of poverty, although Uribe's ordaining order subsequently volunteered more support. (The man who was archbishop of Portland during the 1994 case recently assumed Pope Benedict's previous job as the Vatican's chief doctrinist.) [Los Angeles Times, 8-3-05] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad reasoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Ronald Schueller, convicted of attempting to hire someone to knock his estranged wife unconscious and kidnap her, said (according to prosecutors) that he was just trying to reconcile with her, based on an idea from a "Dr. Phil" TV segment in which the host said that sometimes people need a good scare to realize their delusions (Port Washington, Wis., August). (2) Jessica Stakelbeck, 22, charged with neglect when two of her diaper-clad toddlers were found on the side of a highway, blamed her lapse not on being high from her admitted methamphetamine habit but on sleepiness from missing her meth for several days (Franklin, Ind, August). [Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, 8-9-05] [Johnson County Daily Journal, 8-4-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrongness center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News of the Weird has often mentioned cases of bestiality, but the death of a 45-year-old man in Enumclaw, Wash., in July was extraordinary. The death was reported in the local media as having occurred after "sex with a horse," but bestiality usually involves the human as the penetrator. In this case, though, the man died of acute peritonitis from a perforated colon, indicating that the horse was the penetrator. Investigators reportedly also seized videotapes of the activity, which took place at a nondescript farm that was apparently known in Internet bestiality chat rooms to be a covert haven for sex with livestock. (Washington is one of 17 states without a specific anti-bestiality law, and authorities said that the act was probably not a crime, in that the state's animal-cruelty law would require showing that the horse suffered.) [Seattle Times, 7-15-05, 7-16-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyers for horror novelist Stephen King acknowledged in June that King had been sued once again by Anne Hiltner, who now claims that the obsessed, psychotic nurse in the movie "Misery" must have been based on her. She had earlier claimed that a psychic character from King's TV show "Kingdom Hospital" was based on her and sued him before that for allegedly breaking into her home and stealing manuscripts. [The Record (Hackensack, N.J.), 6-19-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driver of suv crashes into operation room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performing eye surgery is no simple task. Even with the aid of sophisticated instruments, the slightest miscalculation can cause irreparable damage to the patient's sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One South Orange surgeon learned yesterday morning, however, that the work is far more difficult when a 4,300-pound SUV comes barreling through the wall during an operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard Spier was finishing a routine cataract surgery at Northern New Jersey Eye Institute at 8:37 a.m. yesterday when another patient drove his red Toyota 4Runner through the wall, stopping just inches from Spier and the patient lying partially sedated on a gurney in the middle of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had my back to the wall, and I was looking through the microscope when I heard an explosion," Spier said as he sat amid the wreckage yesterday afternoon. "I looked off to the right, and all I saw was the wall caving in, and then I started to see the SUV."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the front end of the vehicle inside the building and the front wheels spinning a cloud of dark smoke, Spier and his staff rushed the patient out of the room. A witness ran in from the parking lot and pulled the driver from the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the cataract patient regained all of his senses, his gurney was sitting on the sidewalk in front of the building while the SUV remained lodged in the operating room wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the police accident report, Floyd Hunt Jr., 77, of Newark was trying to back out of a parking space outside the operating room, but he failed to put the car into reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he hit the gas, the SUV hopped the curb and plowed through the wall, bending steel beams, buckling the ceiling and damaging a $70,000 ultrasound machine used to break up and remove cataracts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is from http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1470187/posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see the world is strange and is getting stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112545362957320760?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112545362957320760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112545362957320760' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112545362957320760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112545362957320760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekly-weird-news-update.html' title='an weekly weird news update'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112491654506353941</id><published>2005-08-24T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T13:49:05.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>types of aliens</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is an "field guide to reported aliens reported by alien abuctees so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grays-The most commonly reported of all aliens. They are short, two legged beings that are three and a half feet tall with grayish/white skin. They have large hairless heads; huge, black, almond shaped eyes; a narrow jaw, tapered to an almost V; small nostril holes, but no nose; a small thin lip-less horizontal slit to a mouth; a long, thin torso with no ribs or genitals evident; long, spindly, but strong, arms reaching to the knees; thin legs and hands with 3 long jointless fingers that end in claws instead of fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other types of grays have been reported with different skin colors and different body types, I will refer to those as gray 2, 3, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Gray 2- 5 feet tall&lt;br /&gt;Gray 3- 7 feet tall&lt;br /&gt;Gray 4- mushroom white skin&lt;br /&gt;Gray 5- brown skin&lt;br /&gt;Gray 6- Black skin&lt;br /&gt;Gray 7 -have large eyes with a mictating membrane which can extend across the eye&lt;br /&gt;Gray 8- has midnight blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Gray 9- has fine small amounts of hair on their heads&lt;br /&gt;Gray 10- has 4 fingers&lt;br /&gt;Gray 11- with 3 or 4 fingers and another finger positioned where the human thumb would be&lt;br /&gt;Gray 12- whose fingers end with suction cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying Mantis Type-Have long, narrow faces with long, narrow large eyes slanted upward and outward in an almost V positon. They have thin, long torso; long, thin arms which are usually crooked; a sharp bend at mid joint with the hand and fingers growing almost eratically onward from the wrist; and legs bent at an almost right angles, creating a crouched pose..both males and females have been reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nordics&lt;br /&gt;Reported mostly in the 1950s and 60s but declining steadily in reports after that, the Nordics get their name from their appearance. They tend to look like blond haired, blue-eyed, light-skinned men and women in excellent physical condition who wear clothing similar to that of humans. Their nature has often been called "catlike" because they move with great agility and seem to have superior strength and dexterity. Usually six to seven feet tall, they tend to be very imposing and many reports show them to have certain psychic powers. The most common of these seems to be a form of telepathic suggestion, wherein the witnesses actually have a conversation with the Nordic but don't seem to remember the alien actually "saying" anything.&lt;br /&gt;The overall behavior of the Nordic aliens tends to be almost informal. Most encounters with these beings tend to take place in rural towns or on highways in areas with low populations. Their conversations with humans tend to be deceptive and with no real point, yet those contacted by them don't seem to realize this until long after the contact has taken place. Few cases of Nordic contact seem to involve abductions or experimentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reptiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reptile alien is by far the most violent of all the alien races reported over the world. Reptilian aliens stand up to eight feet tall in a roughly human shape and have scaly green skin with yellow to green snake-like eyes. Their strength tends to be superior to that of humans, and most alleged abductees found themselves hopelessly outclassed physically by these beings. In some cases, their eyes tend to be overly large like the gray aliens, leading some to speculate they are in fact Grays the witnesses can't quite remember clearly. In any case, the reptile aliens act much differently than their Gray counterparts. Their hands tend to be taloned, but fully capable of manipulating tools and weapons.&lt;br /&gt;The Reptile aliens, by most accounts, are encountered in pairs or threes, usually at night in a field or forest. Reports have these aliens firing beam weapons on humans, killing or immobilizing them, and taking them to their ships for experimentation and in some instances torture. Documented accounts (including one we picked up not long ago) are very gruesome indeed, involving disemboweling or dismembering of humans or animals. Few reports involving the Reptiles are pleasant to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robotics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few reports have surfaced about these aliens, and those that do sometimes place them in the service of other alien types, usually the Grays. These aliens tend to be of artificial construction, usually some kind of shiny metal, with various appendages for specified tasks, which usually seems to include collecting samples of everything from soil, plants, and in a few cases humans.&lt;br /&gt;Some witnesses have described the robots as hovering disks up to seven feet in diameter or cylindrical creations in the more conventional perception of a robot, complete with blinking lights and dome-like heads, and yet others give them a more human description. Many reports place them as scouts for the Grays, and at least one report had a number of them controlled by a Nordic. Usually, they are encountered singly, roaming forests and even reported sifting through garbage in remote trash dumps. Based on the majority of reports of encounters with these mechanical aliens, their purpose seems to be more for scrounging and scouting than for direct contact with humans. Most cases involving robots usually have the robots leaving the area when coming into contact with humans. Whether the mode of travel is hovering, walking or rolling on wheels, the robots seem to exit the area with remarkable speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dwarf/Goblin is a class of aliens that seem to resemble the class of mythological creatures that they are named after. Like the mythological beasts, they tend more towards practical jokes, pranks and other annoying tricks than in the actions of the other alien classifications.&lt;br /&gt;The Chupacabra beast is considered by many ufologists to be an extension of this alien classification. Whatever its origins farmers, police and even government authorities have taken the creature's killing of goats and other animals very seriously, to the point of sending out armed patrols to hunt the creature down.&lt;br /&gt;It is arguable that this class is actually an extraterrestrial at all. Indeed most cases involving these creatures do not follow the same patterns of most human contact with aliens. They seem to have no purpose other than to accost humans and have fun at their expense. To date, they have not been associated with experiments, abductions in the extraterrestrial sense (though in the sense of the traditional fairy tale this has occurred) or alien spacecraft of any kind. They are, however, included because they are still a subject of paranormal encounters and their relationship with other extraterrestrials is still a remote possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hybrids &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many UFO abductees have reported aliens that seem half Gray alien and half human, perhaps the end result of the apparent breeding programs that dominate accounts of Gray experimentations. They have large heads, but with hair, and while their noses, ears and mouths are more pronounced, the eyes are large like the Grays. The overall build is not as fragile as that of the Grays, but not quite as rugged appearing as a human. By nearly all accounts, they do not talk, and most do seem possessed of some psychic powers. Skin color tends to be much fairer than the Gray alien, but not quite of human pigmentation either. Skin texture seems to be human in nature without the webbing or mesh traits of the Grays.&lt;br /&gt;It is important to note that these Hybrid types are almost always found in the company of the Grays aboard spacecraft, often used to calm frightened abductees and in many cases to have sexual relations with them. No cases to our knowledge have ever placed the Hybrids outside of the ships they come in, the reason communicated for this that they are too fragile or would be at risk on our planet. In no cases do the Hybrid aliens seem to be in control of things, and aside from calming and mating, seem to have no actual purpose in the running of the ships or in the experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light Beings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some UFO cases involve beings of pure light, usually in the form of balls that hover several feet off the ground, are hard to look directly at, and communicate by telepathy. Given the fact that many of these encounters take place in remote swamps and fields at night, a direct comparison has often been drawn between these beings and the mythical will 0' wisps of Northern Europe. Like the dwarfs or goblin aliens, these balls of pure light seem more bent on frightening witnesses than any form of scientific investigation like the Grays, the Reptiles or to a less extent the Nordics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blues &lt;br /&gt;finally blue skinned alien have been sighted. They are 3 to 4 feet tall and quite thin. Their skin tone is quite darkish blue and somewhat see-through. You can almost distinguish veins running through their heads. They haven't been seen wearing any clothes. They are child-like in behavior and tend to play humorous games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other alien has been sighted like, that have been sighted like some hairy biped apes has been sighted around UFO and one was shot at and it went through the ape!. others incluidng small aliens, some wiht no eyes and a nose like carrots and other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this ends our field guide as you can see many alien species in fact one scientist claims that 150 speices of aliens!. earth is appartenly a popular place or it shows how fertile the human mind can be at creating species &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;examples of human stupidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Tyson, 18, Jason Krueger, 20, and two pals were hospitalized in Clermont, Fla., in July with severe bee stings after imprudently deciding to vandalize a beehive colony in an orange grove; their truck got stuck in the sand just after they had set 50,000 bees swarming. And in July in Sparta, Wis., Darkalena Large, 43, insisted that she and her car were fine, but police arrested her anyway on suspicion of drunk driving after finding her in the car, which was stuck on a curb with one tire missing and the wheel's rim badly mangled (and recently on fire, according to a witness). Also, a nearby resident brought over part of the rim, which had been broken off and propelled into the air and through his second-floor window. [WFTV (Orlando), 7-14-05] [LaCrosse Tribune, 7-6-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112491654506353941?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112491654506353941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112491654506353941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112491654506353941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112491654506353941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/08/types-of-aliens.html' title='types of aliens'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112491539637443327</id><published>2005-08-24T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T13:29:56.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/grey.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/grey.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arist drawing of an "grey"  one of the most common alien sighted! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112491539637443327?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112491539637443327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112491539637443327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112491539637443327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112491539637443327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/08/arist-drawing-of-grey-one-of-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112455351015728629</id><published>2005-08-20T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T08:58:30.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and now some news...</title><content type='html'>dear readers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is an interisng story off of the drudge report, www.drudgereport.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddess called in to scare off tsunami ghosts&lt;br /&gt;Aug 19 11:38 AM US/Eastern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGKOK (Reuters) - With Asian tourists still shunning its southern beaches, Thailand is calling in a revered Chinese sea goddess to ward off the restive spirits of the thousands who died in last December's tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A statue of Godmother Ruby, known as Mazu in Chinese, will be brought to the Thai island of Phuket from the Chinese coastal province of Fujian next month for ghost-clearing rites, said Suwalai Pinpradab of the Tourism Authority of Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After the tsunami, Taiwanese, Hong Kong, Chinese and other East Asians dare not come because they don't want to visit places where mass deaths took place," Suwalai told Reuters on Friday. "It is inauspicious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mazu, a Taoist goddess of the sea, has a huge following among fishermen and shipworkers in coastal provinces of southern China and Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand's official death toll from the December 26 disaster stands at 5,395, of which 2,436 are believed to be foreigners. Of these, fewer than 50 were East Asians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intersing, huh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to thank all my readers and their comments and rember you can email me at ars731@yahoo.com with perosnal story, comments, hate mail, etc or leave a comment at my blog using the commnents feature and next time, remeber "knowledge is king , knowledge is king, mon" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112455351015728629?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112455351015728629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112455351015728629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112455351015728629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112455351015728629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-now-some-news.html' title='and now some news...'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112451526500020127</id><published>2005-08-19T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:21:05.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/toysrus1991-ghostman.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/toysrus1991-ghostman.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alleged ghost photo taken at a haunted toy r us store the amn man was not there when the photo was taken &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112451526500020127?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112451526500020127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112451526500020127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112451526500020127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112451526500020127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/08/alleged-ghost-photo-taken-at-haunted.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112451505543454350</id><published>2005-08-19T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:17:35.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/no%20legs.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/no%20legs.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange photo of what appears to a ghostly woman with no legs, real or photographer's error you decide!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112451505543454350?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112451505543454350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112451505543454350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112451505543454350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112451505543454350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/08/strange-photo-of-what-appears-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112451496029113866</id><published>2005-08-19T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:16:00.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/normal_alien_16.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/normal_alien_16.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist drawing of some alien sighted in Italy&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112451496029113866?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112451496029113866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112451496029113866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112451496029113866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112451496029113866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/08/artist-drawing-of-some-alien-sighted.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112440625257011257</id><published>2005-08-18T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T16:04:12.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an american vampire ( the brown vampire)</title><content type='html'>Dear readers&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;there are strange chapters in american history that are not told in textbooks or are local stories. these tales are strange, creepy and somestimes funyy but always a trip to the DFTE county here is one such tale the vampire of Exeter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; During the 1800s, consumption, or pulmonary tuberculosis, was credited with one out of four deaths. Consumption could kill you slowly over many years, or the disease could come quickly and end your life in a matter of weeks. The effects were devastating on families and communities. Dr. Bell explained that some of the symptoms of consumption are the gradual loss of strength and skin tone. The victim becomes pale, stops eating, and literally wastes away. At night, the condition worsens because the patient is lying on their back, and fluid and blood may collect in the lungs. During later stages, one might wake up to find blood on one's face, neck, and nightclothes, breathing is laborious, and the body is starved for oxygen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Bell feels there is a direct connection between vampire cases and consumption. He said, "The way you look personally is the way vampires have always been portrayed in folklore -- like walking corpses, which is what you are, at least in the later stages of consumption. Skin and bones, fingernails are long and curved, you look like the vampire from Nosferatu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consumption took its first victim within the Brown family in December of 1883 when Mercy's mother, Mary Brown, died of the disease. Seven months later, the Browns' eldest daughter, Mary Olive, also died of consumption. The Browns' only son, Edwin, came down with consumption a few years after Mary Olive's death and was sent to live in the arid climate of Colorado to try and stop the disease. Late in 1891, Edwin returned home to Exeter because the disease was progressing -- he essentially came home to die. Mercy's battle with consumption was considerably shorter than her brother's. Mercy had the "galloping" variety of consumption -- her battle with the disease lasted only a few months. Mercy was laid to rest in Chestnut Hill Cemetery behind the Baptist church on Victory Highway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mercy's funeral, her brother Edwin's condition worsened rapidly, and their father, George Brown, grew more frantic. Mr. Brown had lost his wife and two of his daughters, and now he was about to lose his only son. Science and medicine had no answers for George Brown, but folklore did. For centuries prior to Mercy Brown there have been vampires. The practice of slaying these "walking dead" began in Europe -- some of the ways people dealt with vampires was to exhume the body of the suspect, drive a stake through the heart, rearrange the skeletal remains, remove vital organs, or cremate the entire corpse. All of these rituals involve desecrating the mortal remains. The practice happened with enough regularity that the general population felt it could cure, or at the very least help, whatever evil was overwhelming them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much death had plagued the Brown family that poor George Brown probably felt he was cursed in some way. It wouldn't take too many chats with those empathizing with George's plight to come up with a radical idea to stop the death. Maybe the Brown family was under vampire attacks from beyond the grave. Was Mercy Brown the vampire, or was it Mercy's mother or sister? George Brown was willing to dig up the body of his recently deceased daughter, remove her heart, burn it, and feed the ashes to his son because he felt he had no other choice. but sadly it had no effect and edward died. but the detahs stop and Mercy supposly attacks stop and the family return to peace. The story of Exeter becamne so infamous someone stole her grave and supposly her ghost is sighted in the graveyard wandering unable to rest but thankfully not drinking the blood of hapless victems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atricle from http://www.ghostvillage.com/legends/2003/legends20_06142003.shtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;findings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what had happen? had Mercy Brown became a undead ghoul feasting on her family or had George Brown turn to folklore after medical science had failed him and he burned the corpose in a feeble, half-insane attempt to save his son. had the town felled victem to a vampire panic like the salem witch trials  who knows? but the story of Mercy Brown american vampire is another tale not found in a textbook but one told in DFTE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in February, at Ohio's Mansfield Correctional Institution, two death-row inmates nearly succeeded in an elaborate escape attempt that the security supervisor, Maj. John Morrison, had been warned about a month earlier but apparently had ignored (as one of the inmates had been promoted to a trusted position two days before the escape).  [Columbus Dispatch, 3-1-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Ironies: (1) A large portion of the materials on plagiarism on the University of Wisconsin Oshkosh's Writing Center Web site was revealed in February to have been taken verbatim from Purdue University's Web page on plagiarism. (2) And a February report from the White House's Office of Management and Budget (OMB), grading federal departments and agencies on five administrative performance criteria, concluded that the second-worst-performing agency was OMB. [University of Wisconsin Oshkosh Advance-Titan, 2-16-05] [Washington Post, 2-8-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March, accused U.S. fugitive securities-swindler Frederick Gilliland, living on the lam in Canada, was tricked into coming back across the border, just for a free meal. A vengeful private investigator offered to buy Gilliland lunch at Brewster's in Point Roberts, Wash., and then alerted authorities, who intercepted the super-hungry Gilliland as he approached the restaurant. [Seattle Post-Intelligencer, 3-15-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news from www.newsoftheweird.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112440625257011257?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112440625257011257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112440625257011257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112440625257011257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112440625257011257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/08/american-vampire-brown-vampire.html' title='an american vampire ( the brown vampire)'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112413154490153178</id><published>2005-08-15T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T11:49:29.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>psychic spies (the CIA and Remote-viewing)</title><content type='html'>dear readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rented a movie called Suspect Zero in which a former FBI profiler trained in Remote Viewing is hunting serial killers. he says to the main charcter it messed them up and "they never told us how to turn it off" it was a good movie but few know the CIA actually trained operatiers in remote viewing to spy on american's enemies. today we present Pyschic spies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is Remote Viewing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikepdia saids that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remote Viewing allegedly allows a viewer to use his or her clairvoyant abilities to "view", i.e. gather information on a target consisting of an object, place, person, etc., which is hidden from physical view of the viewer and typically separated from the viewer in space by some distance, and sometimes separated in time (future or past) as well. Supporters claim that the existing experimental evidence supports the validity of these techniques, and claim that Remote Viewing is a method of clairvoyance which is better suited to experimental testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proponents argue that Remote Viewing is distinguished from other forms of clairvoyance in that it follows a specific experimental protocol (or some variant of it). The critical aspect common to these protocols, proponents contend, is that the viewer is blind to the target in the sense of being given no (or negligible) information regarding the target being viewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The credit for the concept of remote viewing, has been publicly given by Joseph McMoneagle and Ingo Swann to René Warcollier, a French chemical engineer. A series of experiments in telepathic communication were conducted in the early 20th century, where participants sought to transmit drawings using the power of the mind, to subjects who would record their impressions on paper. In the book Mind to Mind prefaced by Swann in recent printings, Warcollier describes his pioneering work in detail.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;project stargate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cia started with a project anmed SCANATE that the CIA funded several program and renamed several times. the first was stargate, sunstorm, the army funded its own program called GONDOLA WISH. the cia funded project stargate    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of hints of the project's existence did become public in the 1980s however, when a man named Joseph McMoneagle claimed in public to have been employed as a "psychic spy" for some sixteen years before leaving the U.S. Army. During this time he claims to have been used to discover the location of the US embassy employees being held in Iran, while a number of other such viewers were used to locate Moammar Gadhafi and various lost military items. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over a period of more than two decades some $20 million were spent on STAR GATE and related activities, with $11 million budgeted from the mid-1980's to the early 1990s. Over forty personnel served in the program at various times, including about 23 remote viewers. At its peak during the mid-1980s the program included as many as seven full-time viewers and as many analytical and support personnel. Three psychics were reportedly worked at FT Meade for the CIA from 1990 through July 1995. The psychics were made available to other government agencies which requested their services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participants who apparently demonstrated psychic abilities used at least three different techniques various times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Coordinate Remote Viewing (CRV) - the original SRI-developed technique in which viewers were asked what they "saw" at specified geographic coordinates&lt;br /&gt;    * Extended Remote Viewing (ERV) - a hybrid relaxation/meditative-based method&lt;br /&gt;    * Written Remote Viewing (WRV) - a hybrid of both channeling and automatic writing was introduced in 1988, though it proved controversial and was regarded by some as much less reliable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 1995 the program had conducted several hundred intelligence collection projects involving thousands of remote viewing sessions. Notable successes were said to be "eight martini" results, so-called because the remote viewing data were so mind-boggling that everyone has to go out and drink eight martinis to recover. Reported intelligence gathering successes included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Joe McMoneagle, a retired Special Project Intelligence Officer for SSPD, SSD, and 902d MI Group, claims to have left Stargate in 1984 with a Legion of Merit Award for providing information on 150 targets that were unavailable from other sources.&lt;br /&gt;    * In 1974 one remote viewer appeared to have correctly described an airfield with a large gantry and crane at one end of the field. The airfield at the given map coordinates was the Soviet nuclear testing area at Semipalatinsk -- a possible underground nuclear testing site [PNUTS]. In general, however, most of the receiver's data were incorrect or could not be evaluated.&lt;br /&gt;    * A "remote viewer" was tasked to locate a Soviet Tu-95 bomber which had crashed somewhere in Africa, which he allegedly did within several miles of the actual wreckage.&lt;br /&gt;    * In September 1979 the National Security Council staff asked about a Soviet submarine under construction. The remote viewer reported that a very large, new submarine with 18-20 missile launch tubes and a "large flat area" at the aft end would be launched in 100 days. Two subs, one with 24 launch tubes and the other with 20 launch tubes and a large flat aft deck, were reportedly sighted in 120 days.&lt;br /&gt;    * One assignment included locating kidnapped BG James L. Dozier, who had been kidnapped by the Red Brigades in Italy in 1981. He was freed by Italian police after 42 days, apparently without help from the psychics. [according to news reports, Italian police were assisted by "US State and Defense Department specialists" using electronic surveillance equipment, an apparent reference to the Special Collection Service]&lt;br /&gt;    * Another assignment included trying to hunt down Gadhafi before the 1986 bombing of Libya, but Gadhafi was not injured in the bombing.&lt;br /&gt;    * In February 1988 DIA asked where Marine Corps COL William Higgins was being held in Lebanon. A remote viwer stated that Higgins was in a specific building in a specific South Lebanon village, and a released hostage later said to have claimed that Higgins had probably been in that building at that time.&lt;br /&gt;    * In January 1989 DOD was said to have asked about Libyan chemical weapons work. A remote viewer reported that ship named either Patua or Potua would sail from Tripoli to transport chemicals to an eastern Libyan port. Reportedly, a ship named Batato loaded an undetermined cargo in Tripoli and brought to an eastern Libyan port.&lt;br /&gt;    * Reportedly a remote-viewer "saw" that a KGB colonel caught spying in South Africa had been smuggling information using a pocket calculator containing a communications device. It is said that questioniong along these lines by South African intelligence led the spy to cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;    * During the Gulf War remote-viewers were reported to have suggested the whereabouts of Iraq's Saddam Hussein, though there was never an independent verification of this finding.&lt;br /&gt;    * The unit was tasked to find plutonium in North Korea in 1994, apparently without notable success.&lt;br /&gt;    * Remote viewers were also said to have helped find SCUD missiles and secret biological and chemical warfare projects, and to have located and identified the purposes of tunnels and extensive underground facilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US program was sustained through the support of Sen. Claiborne Pell, D-R.I., and Rep. Charles Rose, D-N.C., who were convinced of the program's effectiveness. However, by the early 1990s the program was plagued by uneven management, poor unit morale, divisiveness within the organization, poor performance, and few accurate results. The FY 1995 Defense Appropriations bill directed that the program be transferred to CIA, with CIA instructed to conduct a retrospective review of the program. In 1995 the American Institutes for Research (AIR) was contracted by CIA to evaluate the program. Their 29 September 1995 final report was released to the public 28 November 1995. A positive assessment by statistician Jessica Utts, that a statistically significant effect had been demonstrated in the laboratory [the government psychics were said to be accurate about 15 percent of the time], was offset by a negative one by psychologist Ray Hyman [a prominent CSICOP psychic debunker]. The final recommendation by AIR was to terminate the STAR GATE effort. CIA concluded that there was no case in which ESP had provided data used to guide intelligence operations. the CIA declassiifed the files in 1995 to much media dersion.However,rumors persisted it couniunes to this day but several "Psychic Spies" incluidng one by the name of MAjor Ed Dames who is now teaching others to remote view in fact he claimns anyone can learn remote viewing. and if anyone does email me about it. are still use it and calime dot have catch the BTK killer and several other cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is going on did the CIA tapped the mind and use it on america's enemies? or is  a epic waste of taxpaper funds on par with the 200 dollar toilet seat and 100 dollar hammer. if nothing else its a strange chapter of american history one you own't find in any history text. one you'll find on DFTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sources http://www.fas.org/irp/program/collect/stargate.htm and www.wikepdia.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distrubing news &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists at the Safar Center for Resuscitation Research in Pittsburgh announced in June that they had drained dogs' blood from their bodies, filled them with a replacement fluid, and then revived them by successfully reinfusing blood three hours later, thus creating for a time "zombie" dogs. During the three hours, the dogs were clinically dead, with no heartbeat or brain activity, but after reinfusion and electric shocks, they came back to life, normal with no brain damage. (Not all dogs made it back, though.) A spokesman said the technique could be tried on humans within a year. [New York Post, 6-28-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A Philadelphia firefighter was hospitalized in critical condition, and his wife and their three children injured, in Atlantic City in June after an accident at the Steel Pier amusement park. The five were in a ride car on the Big Splash, where after a descent, the car was to slide into the water at a high speed and soak everyone, but apparently the park workers on duty had either forgotten to put water in the basin or had not noticed that it had all drained out. [Philadelphia Inquirer, 6-22-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Altamont Pass Wind Resource Area in Alameda County, Calif., with more than 5,000 windmills producing pollution-free electricity for 120,000 homes a year, was challenged by environmentalists in July because an estimated 1,700 to 4,700 birds a year get chopped up by the turbines, including birds of dwindling species. (2) In June, two employees of North Carolina People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals were arrested for illegally dumping 80 carcasses of euthanized dogs and cats into trash containers at a Piggly Wiggly grocery store in Ahoskie. (PETA condemned the dumping but defended its use of euthanasia. However, a North Carolina county health director said she had understood that PETA would work harder to find animals homes before resorting to euthanasia.) [MSNBC-AP, 7-6-05] [Virginian-Pilot, 6-18-05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news from www.newsoftheweird.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112413154490153178?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112413154490153178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112413154490153178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112413154490153178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112413154490153178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/08/psychic-spies-cia-and-remote-viewing.html' title='psychic spies (the CIA and Remote-viewing)'/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112397079089303188</id><published>2005-08-13T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T17:39:51.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highways To Hell (haunted roads and ghost cars)</title><content type='html'>dear readers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the car and the highway is acherished american tradiiton. the thrill of just packing up and moving out to greener pastures . but as in everything the very road are haunted and your journey itself can be a trip to the paranormal. today, we present haunted roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ghost Truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In northwest England, a motorcycle accident occuried and the driver died but the passanger surived and claimed a truck had backed into the path but the police had found no opening for a truck to come out of. the police discovered that accidents had occured over a 14 month peorid and all the witness claimed to seen a vehicles in their path. the jury went so far as to camped on the road but didn't see anything. the locals claimed that the road was haunted. the police claimed it was a  opcital illusion and blamed a large wall and hedge and removed the accident stopped but still occured. was the road haunted by a truck or was the hedge and wall to blame?  no one knows but the locals won't walk down that strench alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creek Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the town of Ohai, California. locals claimed that Creek road is haunted by 4 ghosts! the best known is the Charman. the story is he called that he is burned to a crisp.  his face is a blacked skull wiht flesh dangling on it and he has flesh peeling from his bones. he is a angry ghost and attacks anyone walking on the road. and a teen went walking down the road on a bet and come back claimed he was attack by the charman. some claimed he was a fireman burned during a forrest fire.&lt;br /&gt;others claimed he died in a fury car wreck. or was set on fire by his killer and burned to death dooming his soul to wander the road attacking innocent passeby. the second is a young horsewoman who rides at breakneck speed down the road until she gets to a place called The Curve and fly off and dieds then repeat her ride until dawn then she rests for a year. the third is a bloody bride in a wedding dress  who hitchikes in a blood soaked dress no one knows her story but she appears on the day she died. finally a ghostly motorcycle driver drives up and down the road, skillfully and does an amazing job considered he has no head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom hitchhikers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the phantom hitchikers is a classic story of folklore like urban legends.    &lt;br /&gt;almost every part of us had a story the most famous is Resurrection Mary of Chicago . the story is a motorist is driving along and picks a young woman who asked for a ride to a address.The driver reachs the address is either a cementry like Resurrection Mary is  Resurrection  Cementry and or a house. in some case he gives the woman his jacket. but he turns to see her and she is gone! in fact the seatbelt is stil fastend. if it is a house he knocks on the door and discovered that his passenger is their daughter that died in a car wreck and he is not the first ride she has tried to hitch home and she is forver trying to go home. most creepily he founds his jacket on her grave when he visited the next day!. many varations are like one case Resurreciton Mary goes to a dance club and the driver dances with her!  what are these stories urban legend?, or true stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we have seen the roads and highways can be a weird place so when your driving  keep your eyes open because you never know what you're find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Stallwitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112397079089303188?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112397079089303188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112397079089303188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112397079089303188'/><link rel='self' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/ghost_child081205a.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed ghost photo of a child  &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112397042169645789?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112397042169645789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112397042169645789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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#000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/skunkape2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alleged photo of the florida shunk ape &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112396730306096350?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112396730306096350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112396730306096350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/2005-8-7-dragon2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alleged photo of two dragons in the sky over TIbet taken out of a plane&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112369556560960114?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112369556560960114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112369556560960114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/waverly0808b.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/waverly0808b.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closeup of ghost photo &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112356360377497401?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112356360377497401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112356360377497401' title='0 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href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/waverly0808a.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/waverly0808a.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghost photo of what appears to be a dismebodied head that was taken at a supposed haunted tuberculosis sanitorium. photo from ww.coasttocoastam.com&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112356358727672588?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112356358727672588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112335618996841809</id><published>2005-08-06T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T12:23:09.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/UFO_coin_front%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/UFO_coin_front%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closeup of a medival coin that supposely shows a ufo this is supposly evidence that ufos visited in ancient times &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112335618996841809?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112335618996841809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112335618996841809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112335618996841809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112335618996841809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/08/closeup-of-medival-coin-that-supposely.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112335602651309585</id><published>2005-08-06T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T12:20:26.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/wisconsin2003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/wisconsin2003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alleged ufo from wisconsin, real or fake you decide! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890562-112335602651309585?l=dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112335602651309585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10890562&amp;postID=112335602651309585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112335602651309585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890562/posts/default/112335602651309585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dispatchesfromtheedge.blogspot.com/2005/08/alleged-ufo-from-wisconsin-real-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex Stallwitz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01351934763294039808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/ars731/DSCF0988.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890562.post-112335599725890167</id><published>2005-08-06T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T12:19:57.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/640/jan96denver.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/3637/320/jan96denver.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alleged ufo photo from denver&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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