Showing posts with label Beast of Bray Road. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beast of Bray Road. Show all posts

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Beast of Bray Road Still Lurking ... and DISCLOSURE via Dr. Steven Greer



Sunday shoutout, Title Magicians ... while MY SEXY SATURDAY is still on hiatus, I thought I'd offer an array of paranormal, High-Strangeness goodies for your perusal. 

When I first heard Linda Godfrey speak about the BEAST OF BRAY ROAD on Coast to Coast am, with Ian Punnet, I was totally fascinated, utterly enthralled. Linda is wonderful at discussing her beastie topics and I was inspired to pen a romance titled, The Lives of Fortunate Wolves. I love this story and wish I had the time to revise, then make this wolf-shifter culture/world I created, a three-book series.

https://lindagodfrey.com/2017/05/08/beast-of-bray-road-still-lurking-walworth-county-historical-society-hosts-linda-godfrey-may-11

Beast of Bray Road; Still Lurking? Walworth County Historical Society hosts Linda Godfrey May 11

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New cover by Nathan D. Godfrey
It’s been over 25 years since, as a Walworth County reporter, I broke the news that people were calling local animal control officers to say they had seen what looked like a werewolf around Elkhorn, Wisconsin on Bray Road. They’re still calling me, and yes, there are still sightings of  large wolves or other canines walking upright — as well as reports of what witnesses say looks like a reddish-furred Bigfoot! 
Talk about intriguing... one has to wonder if this encounter was with a juvenile Big Foot, or maybe a black-projects type of big foot. It was weird! 

Okay, if you want an update of where DISCLOSURE stands, and an in depth look at why official disclosure has not happened, well Dr. Steven Greer does an outstanding job explaining some of the covert intricacies... the whys, the wherefore's... and how his latest film is designed to educate the masses. 


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Founder and Director of the Disclosure Project and retired emergency room physician Dr. Steven Greer is an expert in UFOs, extraterrestrial intelligence, and classified advanced energy and propulsion systems. He joined guest host Jimmy Church (email) to talk about his latest work exposing the super-secret and illegal Unacknowledged Special Access Projects (USAPs) that deal with the UFO/ET issue and will perhaps be the disclosure event he has predicted will inevitably happen.
The intelligence community has corrupted the mainstream media to suppress information, Greer revealed, noting one Air Force official who paid members of the media to change how they would cover certain stories. Speaking about his "Unacknowledged" project, Greer acknowledged everything from the premiere to the creation of the film (and book) was done through the grassroots efforts of thousands of people. According to Greer, the film was made for ordinary people who may be skeptical about a cover-up of the UFO/ET presence. He urged listeners to keep the momentum going. "This has been a long-time coming but I think we are seeing a sea change in disclosure," he said.
The best way for disclosure to happen is for the masses to do it, Greer continued. He expressed his hope that more will become field researchers who can find the military and corporate whistleblowers, and government documents to blow this issue wide open. Tens of thousands of people have worked in these USAPs and because they are illegal no one can be prosecuted for speaking about them, he explained. Greer suggested the disclosure issue could be hijacked by warmongers who would hoax a threat from outer space to unite the world around a military response. That agenda is real and is currently being fast-tracked, he admitted.
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Open Lines followed in the latter half of the program. Jeff in Culver City, California, suggested there is an extraterrestrial interface with the subconscious minds of certain individuals who've been contacted by alien beings. "The contact is being made through the subconscious mind that is why it is so extremely difficult to research or to prove," he suggested. Donna from North Carolina questioned why North Korean leader Kim Jong-un would send up what appeared to be dud missiles in the latest test. She proposed the missiles hit some kind of secret force field. "Isn't it funny that all of our paranoid friends were right?" Donna asked rhetorically. Cornelius in Alexandria phoned in to warn those who would be whistleblowers about the possible consequences. Cornelius explained that he worked for the Federal Bureau of Prisons and went to jail for what he exposed.

I love the *Nessie* ...  looks as though she's still around and doing swimmingly well.

http://www.coasttocoastam.com/article/nessie-filmed-near-passing-boat


'Nessie' Filmed Near Passing Boat




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The Loch Ness Monster may be making up for lost time following an eight month absence as the legendary cryptid has been spotted for the second time in the last week.
The newest sighting occurred on Sunday, May 7th when a man named Rob Jones noticed a strange anomaly sticking out of the water at Loch Ness.
When he was able to get a closer look at the oddity, Jones thankfully began filming the scene and marveled to his companion that the object seemed to be moving.
The remarkably long video shows the suspected Nessie lurching along the water as a small boat passed surprisingly close to it.
That detail is what many point to as a possible reason for why the video does not necessarily show a sea creature, since the anomaly is seemingly unfazed by the presence of the nearby vessel.
Additionally, a person seen aboard the boat doesn't seem particularly interested in whatever it was that they were passing and the vessel does not stop to observe the object, which one would presumably do if they were in such close proximity to the legendary Loch Ness Monster.
Nonetheless, Jones remains mystified by what he and the other tourists on the side of the road may have witnessed, telling The Scotsman, "Sadly, I don’t believe in monsters, but would love to know what it was."
The puzzling piece of footage was captured only a few days after another visitor to Loch Nessphotographed an anomaly that was heralded as the first Nessie sighting of 2017, following a months-long stretch where the creature had not been seen since August.
One can only hope that the pair of possible Nessie appearances are an indication that the creature's slumber has come to an end that it will be making many more appearances as warm weather and tourists descend on the area for the summer.
What do you think Jones filmed at the Loch this past weekend? Let us know at the Coast to Coast AMFacebook page.
Source: The Scotsman

Nessie's cousin??? 

http://www.coasttocoastam.com/article/river-monster-spotted-in-maine


'River Monster' Spotted in Maine




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A perplexing piece of footage from Maine appears to show some kind of creature leisurely swimming down the state's Penobscot River.
The baffling scene was filmed by a man named Alain Ducas, who marveled that "this is what appears to be our very own Loch Ness Monster."
Ironically, the anomaly looks remarkably similar to yesterday's Nessie video which may have shown the famed cryptid swimming near a boat.
Additionally, renowned cryptozoologist Loren Coleman observed on Twitter that the 'Penobscot River Monster' also resembles a similar oddity filmed at Lake Champlain back in 2009.
As to what the creature filmed by Ducas may have been, there are any number of possibilities, but we're guessing it wasn't Wessie.
Give us your best theory on the Penobscot River Monster at the Coast to Coast AM Facebook page.
Source: WJBQ

ANCIENT HISTORY REVEALING ITSELF IN BEAUTIFUL WAYS... 

http://www.ancientpages.com/2017/05/03/perperikon-ancient-secrets-bulgarias-machu-picchu-europes-largest-megalithic-sanctuary



PERPERIKON – ANCIENT SECRETS OF BULGARIA’S ‘MACHU PICCHU’ AND EUROPE’S LARGEST MEGALITHIC SANCTUARY


Ellen Lloyd –  AncientPages.com – One of the most beautiful and mysterious ancient places in Bulgaria is the Thracian city of PerperikonLocated in the Eastern Rhodope range, about 15 km away from the city of Kardzhali, this ancient site is often called Bulgaria’s Machu Picchu and sometimes also Europe’s Machu Picchu.
Perperikon Fortress
Perperikon Fortress. Image credit: Bulgaria Inside
The magnificent complex of Perperikon is considered to be the largest and oldest megalithic center in Europe. Constructed by the Thracians, the site consists of an ancient megalithic sanctuary, a sacred city and medieval fortress.
Humans have been present in the region since 5,000 B.C and archaeologists have suggested the mysterious, long-lost Temple of Dionysus is hidden somewhere in the Rhodope Mountains

PERPERIKON – BULGARIA’S OWN VERSION OF MACHU PICCHU

The site played an important role in the lives of the Thracians, a group of Indo-European tribes inhabiting a large area in southeastern Europe.
What makes Perperikon so remarkable is that among these ancient ruins we find also traces of many other great civilizations, such as Romans, Goths and the Byzantines.
Perperikon City
Perperikon City – Image credit: World for Travel
The history of this ancient place is complex because the Thracians who were famous for waging war, making exquisite jewelry and producing wine, did not have not have a written language.
All information we possess about this enigmatic ancient civilization is based on the artifacts and ruins they left behind, as well as accounts written by ancient Greek and Roman historians, but we should not forget that the Thracians were considered barbarians by the Greeks so not all accounts are objective.
Valley of Thracian Kings With More Than 1,500 Ancient Burial Mounds
A mural in the burial chamber in a replica of the Thracian tomb of Kazanlak, dates back to the 4th century BC in the central Bulgarian town of Kazanlak. Photo credit: AFP/Dimitar Dilkoff.Read more
What we do know, is that Perperikon was a place where pagan priests carried out their sacred rituals with fire and wine, thousands of years ago. Ancient people used massive stone blocks to construct temples and altars. According to experts, an unroofed, oval hall with around altar carved out of the rock, niches, artificially made caves, basins, channels and rock-cut steps support the theory that this site functioned also as a sanctuary.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Hunting the Magic Were-Beast

Authors, aspiring authors, are you hunting the magic were-beast?
Pssst...if you’ve settled on were-ducks, I’d give that honking mallard another thought. According to the SmartBitches, Ellora’s Cave has already claimed those quacking heroes as their own. Yeah, yeah...I gotta an old fallin’ down duckstand I can sell ya.
Still ~ still as a full moon werewolf-shifting night ~ are you looking for that perfect were-beastie to star in your next novel?
Howl desperately to the moon, dear writers...is that next were-heroine or hero ~ or were-villain elusive? Is your were-inspiring Muse on hiatus...er...shacked up with that gorgeous ManWolf, and she’s not emerging from the waterbed den until all her lusty appetites are completely satiated?
Growl-darn the writer’s block, is that perfect were-beast still escaping your imagination? Just as the real were-beasties do, escaping detection by mainstream media and mainstream science?
Yep, I said ‘real’. There are dedicated researchers combing through all the reports turned into law enforcement agencies, including animal control, about beasties that go more than ‘bump *or hump* in the night’. These truth-seeking researchers tromp through the fields and forests tracking down evidence, snapping pics of unusual, unknown tracks, bagging bits of hair, along with the occasional claw-ripped shirt. These intrepid few among us have even been known to set up camp for a night or two, attempting to lure the beasties with their fave snacks. I believe lunch meat was mentioned in one report. Truth to tell, if I were a fierce and cunning were-critter, I don’t think lunch meat would tempt my primal slavering immense hunger. Now frying bacon....
Linda Godfrey, author of Beast of Bray Road and Hunting the American Werewolf, is one such dedicated researcher. Her occasional reports on Coast-to-Coastam, night radio, are beyond fascinating, the stories of encounters absolutely enthralling, not to mention chill-scary entertaining.
Nope. We are not alone, Earth humans. Strange monster critters, magical were-beasts, wherever they originate from...inner earth? And...wherever they lurk...? Are hiding deep, deep inside our forests and caves, their lairs unlocated by Google Earth...yet.
So, if your writer’s imagination is on the fritz, and all you’re visualizing is a set of savage yellow-neon eyes, get a spooky halloween re-charge, investigate were-beast territory on Linda Godfrey’s website: beastofbrayroad.com. Here is a snippet from Linda’s blog:

November 5, 2007 - Return of the Bearwolf?
It never ceases to amaze me the way these things seem to work. Only a few days ago I had decided to post a note about the Washington County Courthouses's cryptid creature art, and then today I get a call from Mike Lane, the hunter who went looking for the creature's footprints last fall right about this time. He found some, too...bipedal, large and roundish looking deep imprints that indicated something very large and upright went walking through a mushy field across from Holy Hill, and then entered a marsh where the tracks ended. (See photo of Mike standing in front of that marsh last year.)

Inspired by Linda Godfrey’s reports, an excerpt from my WIP, Don’t Cry Werewolf ~
"This should be the spot." Weak, in pain, she shuffled slowly. Focusing on each step, she tried not to stumble, not wanting to fall, hurt herself so severely she’d have to crawl into the isolated forest.
"The lucky spot," she encouraged herself. "The lucky spot where I get eaten by a werewolf." She whisper-sang those words to herself over and over – forging ahead at a snail’s pace.
The night-chilled air wheezed in and out of her lungs. Her feet drug over the dead damp leaves from last autumn. There wasn’t much spring foliage to hinder her way.
"Here, little werewolf," she called out. Again she laughed at herself. She needed a big monstrous werewolf, actually. "Here, big horrible nasty werewolf," she called out instead – several times. She chuckled, faltered, the effort costing her.
Looking upwards at the immense display of tree limbs in the moonlight, she felt the usual quick up and down of her chest, listened to her struggling whoosh of breath. It took nothing anymore to wear her out completely. "Hey, if nothing else I’ll get lost in the forest and die," she murmured philosophically, between her strained puffing breaths. "Maybe only the bugs will get me."
Able to lift her foot again, she continued moving deeper into the old forest. "Death by mosquito – god, that would be horrible. Instead of a thousand cuts. A thousand bites. – The itching...no it’s better to be ripped apart. Definitely."
Reaching an enormous tree trunk, she leaned against her palm – the rough bark strangely comforting. "Maybe it’s still too cool for mosquitos." Breathing heavily she turned, leaned back against the trunk, rested. "Death by exposure can’t be much fun," she whispered, huffing huge breaths, hurting breaths. "No, death by werewolf is the way to go."
When her breaths calmed down, she called, "Here, werewolf, here, werewolf." Painfully she shoved from the tree trunk, shuffled from the rough bike trail onto a deer trail. "I may not be as tasty as little red riding hood." Feeling woozy, she slowed her steps. "But I should be good enough for one meal."
Numbness crept into her limbs. She forced one step after another. "Maybe I’ll just die on the trail."
No fresh dinner for you, werewolfie. She sent the telepathic message just in case werewolves were a telepathic species, like most animals. No drugs, I’m mostly organic – even if I’m no spring chicken dinner. She stumbled to her knees.
"Damn!" Pain radiated upwards sharply. Straightening, she grimaced, shook her hands out. I guess a bear will do. Soon as she could, her breathing not as ragged, she leaned forward on her hands, struggled to stand up. Groaning with the pain and effort, she cried out, finally standing up. Geez – not a good night to die. Dragging one foot, exhausted, she continued along the deer trail.
Bear...cougar...maybe a wild pack of dogs...come on, werewolf. Eat me!
She begged. Heart, mind and soul, she begged. *Come on, werewolf. Eat me!* Her eyes shut, she took several small steps. She begged, knowing it had never mattered before how much she’d begged for help. I need a cliff.
She opened her eyes. Nothing, no glowing red eyes. No glowing eyes at all.
I should just jump off a cliff...of course, there’s the whole fear of heights thing. But it won’t really matter once I’ve jumped...I could just pretend it’s a flying dream...Hit.
Her body felt wooden, about ready to collapse. Feeling chilled, she hugged herself – kept dragging her feet forward, tiny steps. She didn’t care. If she simply dropped and died – that would serve her purpose. It’s just that she wanted to know. If werewolves existed, she wanted to know. Before she died.
She figured she was owed at least that...for enduring her pathetic nightmare life. For maintaining her integrity, her goodness as a person, despite the endless brutal trials.
Why not serve yourself up as a meal? And know. It was eco-sound – no land-eating coffin. No energy expended in cremation. Just bloody rent flesh, dinner for a werewolf. Any remaining pieces devoured by nature.
"The natural way to go," she whispered. "Instead of don’t feed the animals at the zoo. Do feed the animals." She laughed silently at herself. "The new cool on YouTube," she muttered. Looking around, she noticed there were no more night sounds. "The zoo’s new slogan – end it here, save a polar bear," she whispered, trailed off. The eeriness tingled her flesh to goosebumps.
Hugging herself unconsciously, she waited, noticed she was frozen. She couldn’t move her feet. A strange dread coursed through her. Yet she was calm, a strange anticipation soared through her. Slowly, slowly, she swivelled her head, looking.
It rushed at her from the darkest part of the forest, fearsome, upright, huge. Shadow-dark in the moonlight. Searing feral gold eyes charged straight at her. Her scream stuck in her throat. She was grateful. Her fast breaths hurt like knives in her throat. It would be upon her soon.
Closing her eyes instinctively, she prayed it was a werewolf. That she would know. Somehow. Fluttering her lids open the next split second, she saw the wolfen features, monstrous and magnificent, displayed beneath the full moon. She nearly passed out from the shock, swayed. His ferocious growl as he ran at her possessed her spine.
Forcing her eyes wide, she watched him launch – fur and bulk and incredible power. His hot breath blasted her neck. His fang tip touched the side of her neck. She fainted.
But not before she thought – goodbye, cruel world.