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Dreams are the most universal of human phenomena. And as people we are connected to realms beyond our own. Dreams are just one way we are connected, just ask the Greeks, Egyptians, Aborigines, or Iroqouis.
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Dreams are the most universal of human phenomena. And as people we are connected to realms beyond our own. Dreams are just one way we are connected, just ask the Greeks, Egyptians, Aborigines, or Iroqouis.
Episode 1.2 – Cryptozoology, an Addendum
Production errors removed an entire section from Episode 01, concerning “On The Track of Unknown Animals” written by Bernard Heuvelmans, and all information concerning Ivan T. Sanderson. So here it is.
The first official installment of The Superparanatural Podcast.
On this installment I look at how the cult-classic film, Creature from the Black Lagoon helped shape a genre of cryptid fiction, as well as how the Gill-Man became a staple in fantasy programming such as Robot Chicken, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Scooby-Doo.
Also the field of cryptozoology and its forefathers Bernard Heuvelmans and Ivan T. Sanderson and some of their works are discussed. Including the groundbreaking work in cryptozoological study: On The Track of Unknown Animals, written by Heuvelmans.
In this unofficial first installment of The Superparanatural Podcast I introduce exactly what the podcast is about, which is my research into the supernatural and paranormal topics of the world.
I had, not an adventure, but a ways of it yesterday. I got up early, at least considering my recent sleep habits, and went – a go-getter a friend’s mother would call me. But it’s more of a, nervous tick, a reaction to being awake again and reality having set in. But today, there was a reason, and someone on some high somewhere, placed this lovely calligrafied sticker in my path.
Today I had my projects on my mind and was on the lookout for something along my everyday life that screamed to me otherworldy, but I hadn’t expected to be entranced by some rando charm and left alone in the sterile room I had to snap a shot, . I did hesitate: should I take the picture? no. but it’s pretty. should i ask? he’s not here. whatever. *snap, snap* and the deed was done. I actually took two pictures but the first one was lopsided.
But then I left, and went to work. And while I was at work, a lull in the phone calls, had me flicking through my photos and lo’ and behold i spy that “Everyday was A Gift.” Did I forget to mention that I managed to take a well-needed, hard earned trip home before I stumbled upon mi Mensaje del DÃa.
I saw my mommy, and I saw a friend, now taking up residence in my room at my parents house. But it was momentary since I was in a hurry, I grabbed a few materials for my various Superparanatural Productions projects, and I couldn’t stay, but seeing my mother is always cathartic for me and for her. And my nervous day became a calming one.
I’ve never really been over-religious, my mother being raised Catholic if memory serves and I don’t ever recall my father speaking of his upbringing’s Christian denomination, so I couldn’t muse, but I wasn’t brought up in a church. My family did impart to me a belief in God, which I hesitate to use except as a metaphor for something I can’t so easily define.
God is Real. I have no doubt in my mind. But that’s not to say that there aren’t Gods, and Goddesses, and Deities of some sort, for someone, for someones. I’m not very religious, I didn’t have an exact concept of God cemented in Imagination, but my parents did convey to me that everything happens according to some plan, they use “God’s Plan,” which isn’t wrong – I use some unnamed plan with hints and quirks moving me along.
Yesterday, I got told that Everyday Is A Gift. And it was, is, so true.
Hallelujah, Feliz Navidad, Hare Krishna.
Today’s adventure marks the very first day in what will hopefully be a long haul of paranormal investigations and field-studies of the fantastical. I know that sounds like a bit much, but shoot for the stars and IF you miss you’ll land on the moon. So here I am, at the start of my journey, making another blog entry. Accompanied by friend and photographer Ariel Gonzalez, who all of my photo creds thus far go to.
I am a resident of San Francisco, CA, and this city, like many others, has a rich history of ghosts and hauntings. And my first entry to my vlog, which will be hosted at youtube, will be a countdown of some of the haunted locations in my foggy city. Today took me to three of those reportedly haunted locales.
The photo above is from the Columbarium, and features one of the niches that family members have modified into shrines. The one above caught my eye, and in fact, spurred the idea of researching who some of the ashes belonged to. I haven’t done that yet, considering this is just supposed to be a preview posts of sorts – a way to get out today’s creative juices and try to stay “relevant…” lol.
I also got to peruse the lobby of the Queen Anne Hotel, where a “ghost” of woman not having even died there. But significant landmarks can also hold ghosts of a kind, and the woman in question was the school’s, as it was originally, premiere teacher.
And City Hall, backdrop for the horrendous murders of Harvey Milk and Mayor Mascone, is where tourists and visitors to the city’s center have reportedly seen the ghosts of the two men, and their murderer despite him not having died there as well.
It seems that not only these, but other San Francisco haunted locations have a running theme – is the place popular or historic? not just run-of-the-mill cool place to be, but a cultural landmark? if so then it is probably haunted. almost like the Fog called Carl. we San Franciscans love our local urban legends.
Urban Legends aren’t exactly hauntings are they?
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