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The Georgia Guidestones–America’s Stonehenge

The Chinese and Arabic inscriptions on the Georgia Guidestones.

Set among rolling green hills, a strange granite structure rises up from the surrounding woods and farmland.  It is composed of huge, granite slabs covered in a cryptic message that is related in eight different languages.  The entire structure is configured to a precise astronomical alignment: a slot in the capstone tracks movement of the sun throughout the year, a hole in the capstone marks the noon hour, and a channel carved in the stone points to the celestial pole.  This strange monument has attracted attention from conspiracy theorists and religious authorities alike for its strange message to posterity.

From it’s description, you might be thinking that this monument is located in some ancient land; England, or perhaps deep in Romania or the Ukraine.  You would be wrong; it is located right here in the good ole United States of America, specifically in the state of Georgia.  Hence its name–the Georgia Guidestones, also known as “America’s Stonehenge”.

The Guidestones were commissioned in June of 1979 by a man under the pseudonym R.C. Christian, who hired the Elberton Granite Finishing Company to do the work.  Nobody knows the real identity of R.C. Christian, but if the inscription “Let these be guidestones to an Age of Reason” is any indication, the motivation behind the monument was clear enough.  The Guidestones bear ten principles to achieve this end, engraved in granite in eight modern languages: English, Spanish, Swahili, Hindi, Arabic, Chinese, and Russian.  The principles are as follows:

  1. Maintain humanity under 500,000,000 in perpetual balance with nature.
  2. Guide reproduction wisely — improving fitness and diversity.
  3. Unite humanity with a living new language.
  4. Rule passion — faith — tradition — and all things with tempered reason.
  5. Protect people and nations with fair laws and just courts.
  6. Let all nations rule internally resolving external disputes in a world court.
  7. Avoid petty laws and useless officials.
  8. Balance personal rights with social duties.
  9. Prize truth — beauty — love — seeking harmony with the infinite.
  10. Be not a cancer on the earth — Leave room for nature — Leave room for nature.

It’s pretty easy to see why there is controversy around the Guidestones, considering that it says we should maintain the global population at a small fraction of its current level.  It also has fairly controversial ideas about national sovereignty, calling for not only a global language but a one world government and, apparently, a shared global spirituality.  Proponents of traditional religion naturally are going to be against these ideas.  In researching this post I read a rather hysterical article by a minister who claimed that the Guidestones were the blueprint of the New World Order.  Not exactly a rational response there, especially considering nobody seems to be chomping at the bit to enact these principles at the moment.

While it’s hard to say for certain what R.C. Christian intended with his Guidestones, I think it’s important to take the timing of the construction in context.  The Cold War was still on, and a nuclear war between the Superpowers was a very real possibility.  Maybe Christian’s intention was not for his principles to be implemented in our time but in a post apocalyptic future when the population of the human race would be greatly reduced and civilization was on the brink of collapse, if not already over the edge.  It was probably meant to be a guide to build a better civilization, one that would be less likely to destroy itself than our own.

Or, it could have simply been a gimmick to bring tourists to Elbert County.  Maybe.  The only one who really knows is R.C. Christian, and he doesn’t seem to be talking these days.

Bizarre Buddhism–Tibetan Sky Burials

Drigung Monastery

A photograph of Drigung Monastery, a site famous for performing sky burials.

The rites and rituals surrounding death can tell you a great deal about a culture: their religion, their values, and their general view of the world.  Some of the most famous funerary practices come out of ancient Egypt, namely Egyptian mummies.  The mummification ritual sprung out of a complex mythology that informed the entire Egyptian view of the universe.

In America, death is confined to the hospital, the hospice, and the nursing home.  An entire industry has sprung up around death in America and other Western countries, involving morticians, funeral homes, casket makers, and several other groups.  Often, the corpse is only glimpsed, if at all, during the wake and the funeral itself.  Morticians take pains to make the body appear as if it is in calm repose.  Once the funeral ceremony is over, the bereaved leave and the burial is performed by graveyard caretakers, out of sight of the family.

The arrangements vary according to religious and personal taste, and of course due to economic considerations as well.  For example, cremations are on the rise because on the whole they cost less than having to buy a burial plot, a casket, and a tombstone.  Still, most often Americans prefer burial in a cemetery.  This is no surprise given the strong Christian influence on our culture.  In Christianity, there is a pervading belief in bodily resurrection.  As Jesus himself was resurrected, so too will everyone who walked the Earth be resurrected into new bodies come Judgement Day (this of course varies by denomination and tradition–I’m simply generalizing for the sake of brevity).

As it is in America, so it is in Tibet.  The strong Buddhist tradition in that country influences its death rites, resulting in a funerary practice that to most Westerners would seem barbaric–the Tibetan Sky Burial.  Known as jhator in Tibet, it is a practice of ritual dissection wherein the body of the deceased is exposed to the elements and scavengers until their body is completely disposed of.

How precisely the ritual is performed varies depending on the economic status of the family of the deceased–it can be an expensive procedure, so sometimes the body is simply left exposed on a high rock shelf.  In other instances, the so-called “body-breakers” (rogyapas ) go about the process of ritual dissection after appropriate prayers have been performed by Buddhist monks.  How the dissections are performed can vary: sometimes the body-breakers allow vultures to feed on the body until only a skeleton remains, after which they take sledgehammers to the bones and pound them to dust.  The powder and pulp is mixed with flour and the whole mixture is fed to smaller birds.  Sometimes the body is stripped of flesh and the body parts spread around for the vultures to feast on before the pounding bones to dust part is done.

…pretty gruesome, right?  Why in the heck would anyone want to be disposed of this way, and why would a family allow it, much less come to witness it?  To understand the why’s, first we must look into who Tibetan Buddhists view life and death.  Tibetan Buddhists (and many others) believe in rebirth.  This is related to the cycle of samsara we discussed a bit in a previous entry in this series about Buddhist hell.  The deceased’s rebirth is determined by his or her karma.  So where does the body enter into this equation?

Well, it doesn’t.  Once the life is gone from a body, it’s nothing more than a lump of flesh.  The sky burial reflects this belief, and another deep belief held by Buddhists of all stripes–impermanence.  Buddhists do not believe in a bodily resurrection, nor in an eternal rest.  Nothing is eternal in Buddhism, save for maybe samsara itself and nirvana (but now’s not the time to go into all that!).  This life and our bodies are all impermanent.

There is another facet to the practice that might seem odd to Westerners.  Jhator is seen as an act of compassion on the part of the deceased and their family toward the birds that feed on his/her corpse, and toward the animals who would avoid being eaten because the vultures and other birds were sated from feasting on human flesh.  Indeed, sometimes these birds eat quite well for themselves.  Jhator is performed at designated charnal grounds, often near monasteries.  The largest ones can attract huge flocks of vultures, who must be fended off with sticks while the rituals are being performed.

A sky burial site

This is Yerpa Valley, a site designated for sky burials. Notice the barrenness of the land. Likely the locale as much as religion prompted Tibetans to adopt the practice of jhator.

Lest you think all of this (what we’d call over here) weirdness is for religious reasons, I must add that there are some very practical economic reasons to perform sky burials.  The Tibetan Plateau lay high in the Himalayas, above the tree line.  So, wood is scarce, and what little bit there is probably isn’t going to be used to perform a cremation.  Furthermore, the soil on the plateau is very rocky and in many places contains layers of permafrost, making burials impractical for all but the highest officials (some llamas or priests are given burials to honor their accomplishments).

Really, sky burials developed from practical economic concerns long before Buddhism came to Tibet–there’s some evidence to suggest that similar rituals occurred 11,500 years ago in that region. That does not mean of course that the religious aspect is any less important to the people of Tibet, any more than the religious aspect of our funerary rituals in the West are no less important due to economic factors.  People are people no matter where they live or what faith they practice.

Still, I’m thinking I’ll pass on having my body go to the birds.


The Tallest Graveyard in the World – Mount Everest

Over the years, some 200 people have died attempting to climb Mount Everest.  In many cases, their bodies lay in plain sight from the main trails leading to the top of the mountain.

The north face of Mount Everest.

Lately I’ve had little energy (which I found out yesterday was because I’ve been nursing a nasty infection in my sinuses and ears) and what little energy I’ve had has been focused on my biology seminar paper, which I might add is finally completed!  Anyway, lately by the time about 10 o’clock rolls around I’m too wiped to focus enough to do any writing on my personal projects.  So instead I’ve been playing the slacker and surfing the web using Stumbleupon rather than doing anything useful.

It was during such a session last night that I stumbled across something that made more of an impact on me than I thought it would at first.  (Warning: the following link contains pictures that may be disturbing to some readers.) I have been haunted since last night by this,  a collection of photographs taken from the Dead Zone of Mount Everest.

It turns out that the tallest mountain in the world is also the tallest graveyard in the world.  Since Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay’s first successful ascent of the mountain in 1953, over eight thousand people have attempted to summit the world’s tallest peak.  Of that number, over two hundred remain behind, mummified in the cold, dry conditions at the top of the world.

These remains, in many cases, lay in plain sight and are routinely passed by climbers on their way to the summit.  Some bodies, like the body of a climber who died in 1996 who has been nicknamed “Green Boots” for his fluorescent green boots, have become veritable landmarks on the trail to the top.  One area on the northeast approach to the summit has become dubbed “Rainbow Valley” as it is strewn with bodies wearing brightly colored parkas and jackets.  In one area, a climber named George Mallory who fell to his death in 1924 still rests at the site of his demise to this day.

While it may seem shocking that the tallest mountain on Earth is essentially an open graveyard, a brief look at the harsh conditions at the roof of the world reveals why the region near the top of the mountain is called “the Dead Zone”.  The topmost reaches of the mountain literally lay in the stratosphere, where oxygen levels are much lower than they are at sea level.  This coupled with temperatures so cold that exposed skin can instantly be subject to frostbite leads to circumstances which no human can survive for more than a few days, even with the aid of oxygen reserves.

Oxygen plays a very important role in metabolism in the human body.  In the mitochondria, which are basically the power plants of cells, oxygen helps in the production of ATP, which is the cells energy currency and necessary to do work within the cell.  Lower oxygen means less mitochondrial function, which translates into exhaustion.  Literally, under low oxygen conditions even simple tasks become difficult to do.  This exhaustion is compounded by the cold and the wind at the top of the mountain.  Indeed, most of the climbers who die on Everest do so descending from the summit, which could be because they are simply too exhausted to continue their descent to safety.

These conditions also make natural mummification possible.  It is very cold and dry at the summit, and most of the bodies seem to be very well preserved, a fact that is no doubt unsettling to those making an ascent to the top.

Edmund HIllary and Tenzing Norgay were the pair who first summitted Mount Everest

Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay. These were the first two to summit Mount Everest.

You may be wondering why the bodies of the fallen are simply left where they fell.  In some cases, bodies have been recovered.  But more often than not, they are left simply because it is much too dangerous to attempt to recover them.  I read about one instance where an attempt to retrieve a body resulted in two men falling to their deaths.  As for the body, high winds eventually swept it over a ledge, never to be seen again.

Sadly, it seems the deaths won’t stop anytime soon.  Since the eighties, commercialized climbing has come into vogue and now  you have thousands of people paying good money every year for a chance to summit the world’s tallest mountain.

The local people and the government of Nepal both gain great economic benefits from the commercialized climbing. Indeed, the local people have seen huge improvements in their standard of living since Edmund Hillary made his historic ascent over fifty years ago, all thanks to tourist dollars pouring in from wealthy Westerners who wished to test their mettle against some of the most extreme conditions on the planet.

Commercialization has made the difficult ascent a bit safer, but the roof of the world is still dangerous and one would be foolhardy to become too complacent.  Maybe the bodies of the fallen will serve as a warning for those who walk the same path, silent voices screaming to the living to tread lightly, because death lurks in the pristine beauty at the top of the world.


The Jersey Devil

The Jersey Devil - also known as the Leed's Devil. A monster that haunts the Pine Barrens of New Jersey

Meet the Jersey Devil. Kind of silly looking, if you ask me…

The Pine Barrens are a 2000 square mile area in southern New Jersey.  It’s a dark and wild place – stepping into them is like walking through a time warp to pre-Colonial America.  It is a place where monsters are said to lurk.  One monster, in particular, has become famous in folkloric and paranormal circles alike – the Jersey Devil.

The story goes that Mother Leeds (who may or may not have been a witch) and her brood of one dozen children eked out a living in the Pine Barrens in perpetual poverty.  When she became pregnant with the thirteen child, legend has it that she exclaimed “let it be the devil.”  According to legend, it seems she got her wish as the child was born a monster, with cloven hoofs, legs like a crane’s,  bat-like wings, and a head like a horse.

Pretty odd stuff.  Odder still, it seems a lot of people have seen the beast in the 260 odd years since its alleged birth.  Local folklore contends that the critter appears before a war or a shipwreck – an omen of portending doom.  Other stories of sightings involve the beast attacking local livestock – it apparently has a taste for chicken.  On at least one occasion, it was said to have ripped the throats out of two German Shepherds – a terrifying thing for any loving dog owner to discover, I’m sure.

It may seem like a quaint old story, but it seems that the Jersey Devil has made its way into popular culture.  It has lent its name to a New Jersey hockey team, showed up on The X-Files, and has been featured on a plethora of programs chronicling the paranormal.  The Devil isn’t as much an object of fear now as it is a mascot for the state it’s said to live in.

At least, such is the case for the rest of New Jersey.  As for the Pine Barrens, it’s certainly a fact that many towns draw income from tourists coming to the area seeking the monster.  But for some, the Jersey Devil is very real and very frightening.  Reports of strange happenings still drift out from the ancient forests, and the Devil manages to scare a fair number of people who have the misfortune to cross its path.

With all of these eyewitness accounts, it seems to be a bit arrogant to completely dismiss the legend as nothing more than overactive imagination.  People are obviously seeing something – what is under debate is what people are actually seeing.  Hypotheses range from the plausible to the incredibly bizarre.  Because they’re more fun than the most likely explanation (the one I feel is correct, by the way), we’ll take a look at the stranger beliefs floating around out there.

There are some who believe that the Jersey Devil is an honest to God devil, a representation of pure evil.  Which seems kind of odd, considering the fact that nothing I’ve read on the matter reports the Devil attacking anything other than animals – in fact, most stories claim that the thing flies off when people approach it, letting off a terrible scream as it does so.

Another belief is that the Devil was nothing more than a deformed child that Mother Leeds kept under veritable house arrest, ashamed of his terrible appearance.  This one at least seems plausible, what with how horrible people used to act toward the physically deformed.  But then it wouldn’t make any sense because there would be no way that the sightings could continue as long as they have, considering that sightings have been reported on and off for 260 years or so, since 1735.

The most outlandish hypothesis, in my mind anyway, is the ancient underground critter hypothesis.  There are some who believe that supposedly extinct creatures may have survived underground.  They believe that the Jersey Devil is actually a pterodactyl that has lived for millions of years in the caves beneath the Pine Barrens.  I don’t think I have to explain exactly why this one is ludicrous…but not completely ludicrous.

The Sand Hill Crane, a large bird that lives in the Pine Barrens. Its presents may explain many of the Jersey Devil sightings.

Meet the Jersey Devil…er…the Sandhill Crane.

I certainly don’t believe that there are dinosaurs living under the earth.  But the descendants of dinosaurs live with us on the surface.  Some of us keep them as pets, and others among us are deathly afraid of them (my mother, for one).  I’m talking about birds.  Specifically, the Sand Hill Crane.  The bird is big and has a broad wingspan – point of fact, it is about as large as legends claim the Jersey Devil to be. The crane also lets out a raucous cry, not unlike the cry the Devil supposedly lets off when it’s upset.   If the Sand Hill Crane were to stand on its hind legs and spread its huge wings, and if the light were low, it would be fairly easy to mistake it for something it was not.

Now, the Sand Hill Crane couldn’t be responsible for the animal slayings associated with the Devil.  But then the Sand Hill Crane isn’t the only creature lurking in the Pine Barrens.  Things such as coyotes, bobcats, and once even cougars lurked amongst the pines.  Any of these could have been responsible for the animal slayings (with the exception of the German Shepherds, the pair of which would probably have been a match for even the largest cougar.  My bet in that case it was a human culprit.)

Be it a crane, an extant dinosaur, a deformed human, or the incarnation of evil, it doesn’t seem like the Jersey Devil is going anywhere anytime soon.  It doesn’t much matter whether the creature exists in a biological sense or not.  The Jersey Devil exists in the folkloric conscience and in the popular culture of our society.  In that sense it is a very real creature, one that lurks in the dark forest of the human imagination.


The Strange Will of Jeremy Bentham

Jeremy Bentham, one of the founders of Utilitarianism, and one of the founders of UCL (University College of London)

A portrait of Jeremy Bentham

Jeremy Bentham lived from 1748 to 1832 in England.  He was, by the accounts of his contemporaries, an odd fellow.  After all, he was a successful lawyer who decided to become a philosopher.  He was one of the founders of the Utilitarian philosophy, and he was a revolutionary for his day.  He was a supporter of women’s rights, in a time when women were regarded as second class citizens.  He argued for animal rights before such a notion even occurred to anyone else.  Even more radical, Bentham wanted to decriminalize homosexuality, outlaw corporal punishment of children, and outlaw execution.

But if those were the oddest things he was known for, he wouldn’t have made it onto this blog.  No, things took a true turn for the bizarre around the time of Bentham’s death.  He wrote out his will not too long before he died, and I almost wish I could have seen the looks on the executor’s faces when it came time to execute it.

The Auto Icon, containing Jeremy Bentham's mummy

Jeremy Bentham’s mummy in the Auto Icon

You see, Bentham left his body to science – not long after he died, one of his friends dissected his body in front of a gallery full of medical students.  But that’s not the weirdest part of the story.  He also stipulated in his will that his body be stripped of flesh and the skeleton set up in a sitting position in one of his favorite chairs.  The body was to be dressed in one of his suits, which was to be stuffed with hay so that the body would look as it did in life.

Oh and Bentham also stipulated that, upon his death, his head was to be mummified and set atop the body, prepared as outlined above.  His eyes were to be replaced by glass eyes that he reportedly carried with him in his pocket in the years before his death.  You might notice in the picture to the right that his head looks, well, pretty good considering! In fact…almost too good…

Jeremy Bentham's mummified head.  When the mummification process didn't go as planned, Bentham's head was replaced by a wax head while the mummified remains were placed between his feet.

Imagine walking in a room and seeing THIS staring at you!

Seem odd?  Well, take a look between his feet.  It might be kind of hard to see in that picture, given the size and all, so let me blow it up for you here on the left.  There we go! And what you are seeing there my friend is a genuine mummified head.  Pretty ugly right?  Kinda reminds me of that way too overripe apple I found in my fridge the other day.

It seems that the folks responsible for the mummification portion of the will screwed up, resulting in the not so pretty picture to your left.  So, a wax replica was made of Bentham’s head and that was plopped on top of his skeleton.  The wig put on top of it was reportedly made with some of Bentham’s own hair, and for some reason somebody thought it would be a good idea for the dead philosopher to wear a straw hat.  Maybe to shade him so his new face wouldn’t melt?  I wasn’t real clear on why that was added, but somebody obviously thought it should be there.

So what happened to the actual head?  You saw (or might have saw) how the actual head was between his feet in the earlier picture.  Now though if you look up pictures of the mummy in its so called “Auto-Icon” (the name of the case it’s kept in – the design of which was also laid out in Bentham’s will) the real head is missing.  Apparently, University College London (a university Bentham is considered the “spiritual” founder of) students used to think it great fun to steal the mummified head.  So, now the philosopher’s contested cranium is kept under lock and key – in fact, the box it now resides in is said to take four keys to open.

Now, if all of THAT isn’t strange enough for you, the story gets even stranger.  Bentham also stipulated in his will that his mummy should be wheeled out when his friends have meetings, so he could sit at the table with them and take part.  Apparently he is wheeled out every now and then even today, and in the records from the meetings he is listed as “present, but not voting”.  I also ran across rumors that Bentham acts as a tie breaker vote if meetings are deadlocked – his vote is assumed to be an affirmative for whatever motion is on the table.

Nobody knows why Bentham decided to write out his weird will the way he did.  Some think it was all just one big prank.  Others speculate that it was meant to bring a little levity to the day’s solemn notions surrounding death.  Whatever the reason, Bentham’s will stands out as one of the weirdest legal documents in history.


Centralia – A Modern Day Ghost Town

Centralia is a small town in Pennsylvania, where a coal fire burns unchecked underground.

A photograph from Centralia, where the coal fires are suspected to burn even now.

“ This was a world where no human could live, hotter than the planet Mercury, its atmosphere as poisonous as Saturn’s. At the heart of the fire, temperatures easily exceeded 1,000 degrees [Fahrenheit]. Lethal clouds of carbon monoxide and other gases swirled through the rock chambers.- David DeKok (1986)

What foul place is Mr. DeKok describing?  Tartarus?  Hell?  The underground of some alien world?

No.  He was describing a very real place, right here in the United States. A place by the name of Centralia, Pennsylvania.

A sleepy little town in rural Pennsylvania, not a lot happened in Centralia.  The residents were a hardworking bunch, many of whom worked in the anthracite coal mines that dotted the region.  Even now, and especially then, the coal industry was one of the biggest industries in the area.

Coal mines were so common and the coal so plentiful that tunnels snaked beneath parts of the town, and there were certainly veins of the black stuff under parts where the tunnels didn’t reach.

Nobody gave the matter much thought, and it was certainly not on anyone’s mind back in May of 1962, when local volunteer firefighters were ordered to clear out the town’s landfill.  The landfill was located in a strip mine pit near a cemetery towards the edge of town.  The firefighters burned the trash, as was their normal practice, but apparently the fire was not properly extinguished.  It smoldered in the pit, and eventually burned down into a vein of coal that lay untapped beneath.

And that, as they say, was that.

Some early attempts were made to fight the fire, but to no avail.  It burned on beneath the townspeople’s feet, and outside of their notice.  That is until a local gas station owner checked the fuel levels of his underground tanks with a stick.  It came up hot, so he lowered a thermometer down there.  It came back up reading 172 degrees Fahrenheit.

Then, in 1981, the situation became serious.  A sinkhole opened up at the feet of  Todd Domboski, 12, who was saved by the quick reaction of his cousin.  Had he fallen in, he would have perished in a cloud of steam and noxious gases.

After near tragedy, Congress acted by aiding residents with relocation efforts.  Most residents accepted, but some few stayed behind, despite stern warnings to leave.

Nowadays, Centralia is still a sleepy little town.  Not much happens on her empty streets.  Only about seven people still live in the town, and there is still a church standing which seems unaffected by the fire.  Nature has already begun to reclaim the land, with forests encroaching more and more every year.

Still, every now and then the Earth gives way, belching steam and gas, a not so subtle reminder of the fire that still burns below.

(Author’s Note – Been awhile since I wrote this post. Thought I’d come back and look it over once again.  And I’d like to add that parts of the movie Silent Hill were filmed in Centralia, an appropriate backdrop for a horror movie if there ever was one!)


The Desecration of Early’s Church

The Sons of Belial desecrated Early's Church (a Methodist Church) by sacrificing a baby lamb on the church's altar.  The Bible so desecrated still exists today, although it's not accessible to the public.

A Holy Bible. Certainly not the one desecrated by the Sons of Belial during their obscene ritual.

It’s always a strange thing to find out about bizarre happenings that occurred not far from home.  I recently had a similar experience.  I knew there was some strange history here and there in this area of Ohio.  Heck, when I was little a couple of teenagers got bored and decided that killing people would be fun, resulting in a killing spree that ended in Oklahoma.

I believe that particular pair of villains was executed by the state of Ohio sometime in the mid to late nineties.  It isn’t them that I want to tell you folks about today though (although if anyone is interested I could do a post about them…I don’t know many details about the story at the moment so it might be an interesting if macabre bit of research.)  No, today is about an even stranger occurrence that happened some one hundred and fifty years ago, involving a heinous act, a Bible, and a trio of nefarious youths who called themselves “The Sons of Belial.”

The story began on a quiet Sunday morning in the early 1860′s.  The parishioners of Early’s Church were preparing for their weekly worship service when they came upon a horrific scene.  On the church’s altar lay a slain lamb, the blood from its slit throat having spilled over the open pages of a Bible.  Understandably, services were cancelled for that day while the church was cleaned and aired out.

It was only later that the members found out who had perpetrated the heinous deed.  They were three layabouts who called themselves the Sons of Belial.  They were known for being what amounted to thugs, who had it out for the Early family – the founders of the church that had been desecrated.  The trio had destroyed the family’s corn field, killed their horses, and broken their new plow all at different points in time.  It isn’t quite clear why the Sons had it out for the Early’s, but it might have been because of their Methodist fate and the fact that they founded a church congregation.

The Early’s weren’t the only target of the Sons, and those weren’t the only crimes that the trio had committed.  There were dark suspicions that they had killed a teacher for his meager pay, a supposition that was given more credence when a skeleton later identified to be the teacher was plowed up in a field.

The good people of Early’s Church must have known about all of these stories, which in some ways makes their response to the desecration all that more interesting.  They decided to do nothing.  They believed that God would take vengeance upon those that had desecrated his holy altar.

And, according to the stories, it seems he did.  The three men were said to have died in horribly painful ways.  One was struck blind and died in an infirmary, the second was said to have died so painfully that his death spasms broke his bed, and the third died under ‘peculiar’ circumstances.

There isn’t much more to the story after that.  The Early Church no longer stands – it was eventually abandoned and collapsed in obscurity.  The Early Bible, the one stained by lamb blood, still does exist.  A private collector who refuses to reveal their name keeps it.  They chose to remain private because they’ve been harassed by satanic cults, who want to use the desecrated Bible for Satanic rituals and black magic.

A very strange story indeed.  One last bit makes it that much stranger though.  As I said, the Bible was open during the desecration.  What is interesting about that is the page the Holy Book was opened to contained the verse: “Be not deceived, God is not mocked; for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.”


Island of the Dolls

The Island of the Dolls is an island in the canals south of Mexico City, home to thousands of dolls left as offerings to the spirit of a dead girl said to haunt the place

…well, that’s not creepy at all.

Superstition. It permeates our culture to its very foundations. Even in our so-called modern world it persists. Have you ever knocked on wood to ward off bad luck? Felt a chill come up your spine at the sight of the number ’666′? Thrown salt over your shoulder? Leaped out of bed to avoid the thing lurking underneath, swearing up and down that if you listened really closely you heard it breathing down there?

Don’t say you haven’t.  We all have. Even me, and amongst my friends I’m Mr. Rational Scientist Guy.

The point being that  human beings have always, and probably always will, taken great pains to ward off bad luck or evil spirits that lurk in the night.

Most of us don’t go as far as Don Julián Santana Barrera did though.

Barrera lived on a small island south of Mexico City amongst the Xochimico canals. One day fifty years ago, Barrera awoke to find the body of a little girl floating dead in the waters off his little island. It was not long after he found her that he pulled a doll out of the very waters he’d found the girl in. The next day…another. The next? Another.

Barrera took it as a sign. He hung the first doll from a tree near where he found the girl’s body, seeking to appease her spirit and prevent more evil from descending upon his home. The number of dolls and doll parts (sometimes he only fished a limb or head out of the water) began to grow. Barrera hung them from trees all over the island.

Yet even this was not enough to appease the spirit, so Barrera thought. He began to barter homegrown fruit in exchange for yet more dolls (and doll parts) to hang…

…to no avail. In 2001 Barrera was found drowned in the canal just like the little girl so long ago.

Was the island cursed? Did the girl wreak some sort of terrible vengeance on the poor old man who tried to appease her? Or maybe it was the dolls themselves. Did they harbor some sort of evil? Some stories claim evil spirits possessed the dolls and killed Barrera. Or maybe he simply slipped, hit his head, and sank into the dark waters of the Xochimico, never to rise again.

Only Barrera knows for certain.

Well….him and the dolls.

They certainly aren’t talking.  But then again, visitors to the island claim to feel the doll’s eyes on them. They also claim to hear whispers from among the trees…

…I wonder what insights one may glean, if only they were brave enough to listen deeply?

But then…it’s all superstition. Just an island full of dolls right?

…right?

Aokigahara: Forest of the Yurei

Aokigahara is a forest at the foot of Mt. Fuji.  It also the site of dozens of suicides each year.

A noose hanging in Aokigahara; unfortunately, this is a common sight.

Aokigahara lies at the foot of holy Mount Fuji in Japan. Also known as the Sea of Trees, it is a dense, dark forest, a place that has long been the focus of myth and legend. It is said that great deposits of iron lay underneath the Earth there, and that they play havoc with wayward traveler’s compasses. The forest itself is dense and unearthly quiet, like a tomb.  Both the natural magnetic fields and the claustrophobic feel of the area serve to confound those unfortunate enough to find themselves lost within its depths.  That is, of course, unless one intends to become lost within the depths.

Aokigahara is a wonder of nature and a place of pristine beauty, despite its unnatural feel. That being said, beauty is not what has made the Sea of Trees as famous (or rather, infamous) as it has become.

No, it is most famous as a forest where people come to die–a suicide forest.

In the past sixty years or so, nearly five hundred people have gone to Aokigahara to end it all. Locals say they can tell the difference among a tourist, a care taker, and those who have come to the forest to die – not surprising, since they’ve had sixty years of practice.

A sign set up by the Japanese government that begs those considering suicide to reconsider what they are about to do.

It reads: Life is a gift you were given by your parents. Please think about them, the rest of your family, and any children you have. You don’t have to suffer by yourself, please give us a call (the Fuji Yoshida police counseling service) and talk to us.

Some try to attribute the trend to the novel Nami no To. In the novel, two lovers go to the forest to kill themselves–the Japanese version of  Romeo and Juliet. While some believe the novel may have spurred the trend, it doesn’t seem likely that a novel was the sole causal factor. After all, suicide and death have always been associated with the Sea of Trees. Maybe it is the dark, quiet forest that calls to the sad and the lonely, a terrible Siren. Maybe the thought of dying on the slopes of holy Mount Fuji brings some measure of comfort to those who feel their life no longer has meaning. Then again, it could really be the novel; after all some bodies are found with a copy of Nami no To tucked amongst their last earthly belongings.

I don’t know. I think the only answers lie with the ghosts haunting Aokigahara, and last I heard they weren’t saying much.

Oh I didn’t mention the ghosts? The forest has long been associated with ghosts. One type of ghost in particular: the Yurei. These are the restless dead, spirits who have been torn from life unnaturally. They howl their suffering to the winds.  But maybe that’s simply the winds whistling through the stillness in the Sea of Trees, being mistaken for ghostly moans by frightened and superstitious travelers.

In any case, the Japanese take the idea of Yurei very, very seriously. Yearly sweeps are made of the forest looking for suicide victims. Beyond these, the members of the forestry service go about their daily duties, but keeping a watchful eye out for bodies. Now and then they find one. Many times they’re hanging from low branches, decomposed and gnawed by wild things. They cut the poor soul down and take the body back to the station, to a special room built for the dead. A room with two beds.

See, the Japanese believe that if the body were left in the room alone, the Yurei will scream its agony all through the night. Worse still, the body of the dead will rise up and enter the regular sleeping quarters. To prevent this, someone must share the room with the body.

You read that right. Some poor sap gets to spend the night in a room with a rotten corpse.

Strange bedfellows indeed!

Dear reader, as you fall to sleep tonight, please keep the poor Yurei of Aokigahara in your thoughts and prayers. It is sad indeed that people can become so disillusioned with life that they would choose to end it all. In the darkness. Alone.

Oh, and pay no attention to the wailing outside your window.

I’m certain it’s only the wind.


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