Hello again readers, I am back again this week for better or worse depending on your tastes. A conversation with one of my daughters spawned this week’s theme for me as she has recently sworn into the Army and ships out this summer shortly after her graduation. I decided I would try and dig up some stories or tales of military interactions with the supernatural and strange. When available I will relay the soldier’s tales as told by them… So sit back and poor yourself a little something to drink and let’s check out what kind of craziness our fighting men and women have experienced.
This week I thought we would discuss one of my favorite subjects, a “cursed” location. In the past you have heard me mention various locations that seem to have a mind of their own or a strange air about them, this one is no different. The location is called Babinda Boulders, or more aptly the Devil’s Pool, and is located near Babinda, Queensland in Australia. It has been documented that this mysterious body of water has claimed at least 17 lives since 1959, but is claimed to have taken more undocumented lives before and since…
So it’s been a crazy couple of weeks, so I thought I would come back with a crazy kind of tale. As we are all getting back from our various breaks and getting back in the groove, I thought to (while wild) keep it simple. This week I thought we could discuss the tale of the Sheppton Mine Disaster of ’63.
If our personality survives, then it is strictly logical and scientific to assume that it retains memory, intellect, and other faculties and knowledge that we acquire on Earth […] I am inclined to believe that our personality hereafter will be able to affect matter. If this reasoning be correct, then, if we can evolve an instrument so delicate as to be affected, moved, or manipulated […] by our personality as it survives in the next life, such an instrument, when made available, ought to record something …Thomas Edison, 1920
In December 12 – 15, 1862, the union army decided to try and cross the Rappahannock River at the city of Fredericksburg, Virginia. The ensuing fight was, to say the least, a debacle. Thousands of Union soldiers lost their lives in a vain attempt to dislodge a well-protected and entrenched force of Confederate soldiers and artillery. I had the chance to investigate parts of the trench works on a snowy night in December. One of the areas I wanted to see was the trench works where general Maxcy Gregg and his South Carolina Brigade entrenched on Jackson’s Left Flank.
This week I thought I would touch on whether or not we haunt ourselves sometimes…it just seems that through some sort of intention that we either wind up attracting entities to come to us or create thought forms that take on their own life.
Nestled in what seems to be the middle of nowhere in North Carolina lies Bentonville Battlefield. It is one of the smaller Civil War battlefields I have visited, and its name surely isn’t thrown around like some of the others (I am sure you know which come to mind). However, having some smaller historic sites locally, in addition to the bigger ones, I have appreciation for these little gems.
Hi friends, it’s been a hot minute. I want to talk about something, something I think is really important. Something that has happened to many friends and colleges who we work with in this field. It comes in two sorts of ways, in my experience. However, the end result is the same, being absent from the spiritual world.
Today is December 7 and this time every year we remember the Japanese surprise attack on Pearl Harbor. Seventy-six years ago, the US Navy was pounded by hundreds of Japanese torpedo and dive bombers. During the chaos, the Battleship Arizona took a direct hit to their magazine. Eyewitness accounts said they saw the deck of the battleship lift up and then the concussion from the explosion hit them. In minutes, the Arizona went down and 1,177 sailors were trapped and died a horrible death by drowning.
So interestingly enough I ran into a situation that should not have gotten to me, but for one reason or another has managed to get right underneath my skin. Part of me feels bad about how I feel and the other part says I am not fired up enough. So hold on to your undergarments as Reverend Dave pulls out his Street-corner Soapbox Pulpit again to vent and dives after ‘Fear Porn’ and smut dealers that perpetuate it.