Sunday, April 5, 2015

DOWN IN THE CRYPTO-DUMPS


Hello, folks. The above is no "dump". but I show it to prove that I'm finally [sort-of] resettled at the new big house, within which is my "monk's cell" that you see. OK, the picture is not "proof". It could be a hoax, faked, photoshopped, taken from a website, ... hmmm... life is tough when talking to Forteans.

The "down-in-the-crypto-dumps" title comes from a feeble attempt by me to produce a blog entry. The "dumps" label refers to the state of certain of the still-loose information flying about over here. [In my defense, although 90% of the new house is well serviced by a geo-thermal system, diabolically my archives are not yet heated. Fortunately Mother Nature is adding just enough temperature degrees to make working in the space tolerable --- thus finally this entry.]


Whereas ideally one would like information to look like this ...


... or at least this ....


Some of what I have to deal with looks like this. Over the last several months, when no possibilities of respectable filing were available, I had to just toss stuff in "dump" boxes for later attention. You're looking at one of them. The "Crypto-Dumps" came because I'd semi-sorted a thick pile of crypto-related whatevers as part of one box. Seeing that, I "brilliantly" thought: what if I just give the folks out there glimpses at what these things amounted to? Most of them crossed Ivan Sanderson's eyes [though not all --- this WAS a "dump"], and maybe they will be "entertaining" enough.

SO... with no pretense of anything deep/profound, here is a shallow excuse for a cryptozoological blog entry [real cryptozoologists need not waste their time on what they already know].

The portion of the crypto-dump I've picked to begin with [I'll do some other pieces in subsequent entries] was the Lake and River Monster part. The table above thumbnails the twelve "pieces" of that category in the current pile. Remember that this stuff is raw and usually shallow.


Unlike most of the rest, I like this piece. It is an extract from the pictured book. It's about old exploration into East Africa, and here and there drops mentions of things from the belief systems of the people encountered. Buried within was a mention of a somewhat-commonly believed concept of large serpentine river monsters. Unlike most of the brief notices to follow, I think that quoting this is very interesting, so....

"The imagination of the Basila has populated the rivers and hills and ponds and forests of their country with a great many monsters, which, without more proof of their existence than we have at present, we can only presume to be fabulous. 

 Chief among these is the nix, the great water monster, named Itoshi by the Nanzela people and called by the Basila simply mupuka or muzoka [reptile, great snake]. All rivers and lakes in Africa are probably thought to be inhabited by similar monsters. In the Victoria Nyanza there is Lukwata. The Batonga speak of the Maloa in the Zambesi and the Barotsi of the Lengongole. Mr. Worthington tells us that Lewanika informed him he once saw the latter when he was a young man. It was walking along the bank of the river. It had the body like a hippopotamus in size and the tail of an iguana, which swung from side to side as it walked. From Stow's Natives of South Africa{pp. 131-2} we learn that the Bushmen painted animals that are not seen in these degenerate days. One of these described by an old Bushman woman was Kou-kign koo-rou [Master of the Water], of enormous size far larger and more formidable than the hippopotamus.  

 There was talk some years ago of an expedition to Central Africa to search for a dinosaurus whose existence was reported by the natives { note that this is being written pre-1920 } described as having the head of a crocodile, with rhinoceros horns, a python's neck, the body of a hippo, and a crocodile's tail, all of great size."

The locals integrated these beliefs with their basic beliefs in other ways as well:

 "It is to this class of creature that Itoshi belongs. It has been described to us as big as a very large Ihunga thorn-tree, with the body of a crocodile, the head of a man, and the fins of a fish, and upwards of fifty feet in length. It is generally invisible to all but those who have the proper medicine; should it appear to others it means death. It seizes people and takes them into its burrow under the riverbed. When this happens, a person duly protected by medicine goes along the bank and sits there praying for the captive's release, and maybe succeeds. Numerous adventures are related by people of their narrow escapes from these monsters."

The people apparently believe that these Itoshi river monsters are immortals and that one might become one such oneself after death.

I'll not go into the following things so much [not because I don't want to but because the information is usually neither rich nor as fascinating.]

This is the second of the three things that particularly fascinated me in this pile, as it seems to picture a nearly identical river monster concept to the African Itoshi but in the cross-oceanic context of Native American Cherokee beliefs. You should be able to read this one yourselves. 


A cautionary tale of how hoaxes can occur at any age --- and in this case a conspiracy of dishonesty.


Another one ... Joe Zarzynski's glossies of the Lake George pseudo-monster [that he sent the SITU editors to illustrate his article]. 


This is Ivan's photocopy of the New York Times clipping speaking of the possible Patagonian Plesiosaur. This is all that there was here, but the story is one of those "romances" that I would have liked to have been true. So, I'm including just a little more of that romance below.


The North American gringo-gunslinger who claimed to have seen the plesiosaur.

The Patagonian lake, and more or less the location, from which he saw it.


Dr. Clemente Onelli, the director of Buenos Aires' zoological park [and a good teacher and biologist], to whom the "Norte Americano" sent his report, and was convinced that an expedition was legitimate.


The good doctor with one of his inmates. This zoo was one of the best, particularly for kids.


The good doctor literally acting-the-part when visiting an interior tribal people and participating in a ceremony. It takes a high-on-life fellow to go hunting for a plesiosaur. 


Plesiosaur fun at the lake post-expedition [Onelli not involved in this "drama"]. 


Onelli takes some lumps when no plesiosaur is found.

The smirkers and debunkers are unkind to the honest explorers at all times. Oh well, "onward"....

A big black back is enough to fire up the Arkansas locals.

Loch Ness-like lake? Loch Ness-like monster?


Sort of fun, and not having crypto as my major focus, new to me. Shouldn't make jokes, but Idaho Falls was the HQ of Admiral Rickover's Navy Nuclear Sub operations ... did the Old Boy have a private little nuke that he liked to ride around under the lake in? JUST KIDDING!!!

... seems like someone was trying to tell me that this was explained ... sturgeons? goofiness? whatever?

 


I guess "monsters" are supposed to be ugly. I however remember a StarTrek episode wherein a crystalline intelligence described us as "ugly bags of mostly water."

Eye of the Beholder??



Zarzynski and the glory years of 1981-1982.

The recent Loch Ness hoax ... pretty picture though.

Mini-monsters? The scientist quoted was having a hard time --- complaining to his friends that his work was getting improper publicity --- hah! Been there. I was "honored" with being quoted in the Weekly World News a couple of times myself. Some goofy couple from Kentucky, sitting in a breakfast shop decided to call me at 7am to "check out the story" [they had a bet on whether it was true]. Don't know who won. I lost [sleep].



Were the mini-monsters the albino newt equivalents of these Mexican Axolotls? [never made THAT sentence before]. I just thank God that these things aren't bigger --- but I guess the Hollywood version is on the way.


Though I respect his intellect, I agree with almost nothing that George Will says politically ... but this little reflection on open-mindedness, courage, and belief is worth reading.



.... exhausted I suppose, all of us, so I'll close this. Hopefully I'll be able to scrounge together something on Sea Monsters out of the Dump Pile in a few days.

Till then, Happy, Holy Easter.







Monday, March 23, 2015

JUST...ABOUT...THERE


A WALL OF CABINETS.


A WALL OF BOOKS.


A WALL OF JOURNALS.


A WALL OF IVAN. 

Groan .... anyone want to drop in and help me understand any of this? 

Low pay ... Long hours ... No retirement benefits ...

Pretty attractive offer, eh? 


Folks, Wednesday is the "truck day" when I actually move into this place. I wish that meant that I'd fire the neurons and the data mountain right back up, and we'd be back to ab-normal, but ... wow ... plenty of "distraction" still on my plate getting truly settled. 

Back when I can. Happy Easter and the Resurrection of Spring Life for all. {The Druids and The Catholics can't BOTH be wrong! } 




Saturday, February 28, 2015

Not Quite Back Yet

HELLO from the bottom of my Black Hole. 

I've not quite gotten a handle on this "moving house thing", but at least things are finally [literally] moving over to the new residence --- not me yet, but allegedly soon. 

To show you some boring pictures of the Anomalies Archives part of this, I'm attaching some sort-of sequential shots of the archives being reconstituted ... and if you steel your way through that, I've included a little UFO essay at the end of them. 



What we had to work with.



Beginnings.



Glimpses.



With enough imagination, you can almost see it....


Hmmm... you know, this might just happen.

So.... lots still to do. My own sleeping quarters for one thing. But it feels good to see actual concrete activity. 

And now, as promised, a little something about UFOs ...



CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE SECOND KIND: TYPE FOUR

Southeast of Mansfield Ohio, October 18th, 1973, about 11pm: a Mom, Mrs Jeanne Elias, was watching the news in her home while her 14 year old son slept. A sound like a helicopter seemed to be approaching and quite loud. Just then her son shouted out wondering what was happening. The sound had awakened him, and his room was engulfed in a strong green light. He thought that something, perhaps the helicopter, was shining a green spotlight on their house from right overhead. Neither he nor his Mom wanted to go outside to investigate.

Southeast of Mansfield, Ohio, same evening, same time: a Mom and her children and nephews were returning from Mansfield to their home in the country. They first saw a fast-moving red light moving south. They thought that it must be a light plane. As they crossed the Charles Mill Reservoir however, they saw two lights, one red, one green, moving as if one. Then there was the sound of a helicopter. The lights seemed to go directly towards the helicopter, almost visually merging. The adult, Mrs Erma Delong, stopped her car and they got out. The green light flared and all the surroundings went green. Even their car looked green. The lights and the helicopter seemed to move in tandem for a while, and the light just extinguished. The helicopter then went on its own towards Mansfield.



These are two of the four kids' drawings. Given the distance away and the excitement, they sort of "split the difference" as to what the object actually looked like, as we will see. The experience made quite an impression on the family and they still talked of it decades later.









"I remember that the whole top of the sky was lit up a dull fluorescent green."

Charles Cyrus.

But there were four more closely-engaged witnesses to the "lights".

On October 18th, around 11pm, an Army Reserve helicopter was approaching Mansfield on flight from Columbus, Ohio. The crew had been taking their annual physicals and had been given the go-ahead for their work with the 316th Medical Detachment stationed at Cleveland Hopkins airport. The four men were skilled personnel. The crew medical officer was Sgt. John Healey, a Cleveland police detective. The technical expert was Specialist Robert Yanacek. The man piloting at that moment ["in the left seat"] was Lt. Arrigo Jezzi. The senior officer [co-piloting] was Captain Lawrence Coyne. Coyne was the oldest of the crew at age 36.

Yanacek was the first to see the red light off to their right [east] which seemed to be paralleling them. Coyne and his crew thought that it could be an Air National Guard jet, part of a Cleveland based squadron. Moments later the red light took a severe turn and accelerated in their direction. Sgt. Jezzi, from his left seat couldn't see this very well, but Captain Coyne and the other two passengers were alarmed. The thing looked as if it were heading on a collision course. Since Coyne could see this better than Jezzi, he took the controls and put the helicopter into an evasive dive.


Arrigo Jezzi (left)

Lawrence Coyne (right)








It didn't work. The object came directly on, and halted close by just above and in front of their helicopter. At this point they had a very unwelcome and threatening front row seat. It is difficult to judge distances even in a close encounter of this magnitude, but the object filled the forward plexiglass window. The crew guessed that the craft, or whatever it was, was 60 feet long. Jezzi thought: "Those commie bastards! What are they up to?"

The object seemed cigar-shaped, like a sleek thin disk with a metallic surface and a scooped tail.


Captain Coyne had dropped the helicopter about 2000 feet in his attempt to evade whatever this was. He was still attempting to evade it, when a brilliant green "spotlight" swiveled from the rear of the object and beamed directly into their cabin. At this, the helicopter began climbing even though Coyne still had its controls in descent. The whole experience was exceedingly strange, but this was the strangest part. The helicopter seemed to be being pulled upwards with the object, but "impossibly" without any feeling by the men of this acceleration, nor any sounds from the helicopter of strains in the structure or the engine.


Jennie Zeidman, the longtime associate [beginning as a graduate astronomy student] of Dr. J Allen Hynek, the former USAF scientific consultant on UFOs, did a terrific job field-researching this case and with the multiplicity of witnesses was able to produce an excellent time-and-place graphing of this encounter [above].

(Mrs. Zeidman is known for her extreme dedication to these field studies and  her monograph on the now-called "Coyne Incident" is a model of thoroughness.)



Shortly after the "elevator ride" taken by the helicopter, the green spotlight shut off and Coyne felt that their own craft was back under their control. The unidentified object and they went their separate ways.

Captain Coyne and his crew immediately reported the near collision.


This event was chewed on by the crew for a long time. The more that they thought about it, the more obvious it was that there was no good explanation for the thing encountered. The object was a thin-aspect aeroform, clearly solid [it seemed metallic and blotted out the stars behind it], could accelerate with extreme speed and stop dead in front of them. And then there was the beam....

Sgt. Healey, the police detective and crew medical officer, was particularly unsatisfied with the lack of understanding of the incident and the seeming blase attitude about something this astonishingly strange.

"The object moved at a very fast rate of speed. It saw us probably before we saw it. It just tracked us because we had all our navigation lights on running and blinking. "

And the light... " This was just a humungous green light shining down on us. And a very definite cone shape; you could look at the light and you could actually see the beam of the light. It scanned us for that instant that it hesitated over us. It scanned us and then it took off."

Healey, like the rest of the crew, wondered why there was no more interest and even urgency in such matters. Even at the most basic level, this incident involved a seemingly threatening mid-air collision which panicked the personnel.

(As an aside, the author of this current piece had the pleasure meeting Captain [by then Lt. Colonel] Lawrence Coyne at a relatively small town meeting about UFO cases where he reminisced about his encounter. He gave the impression of the fellow you'd like to have as a next-door neighbor, a kind and unassuming gentleman. He stayed with us as long as he could and then apologetically rushed out to attend his kid's soccer game.)

The "Coyne" or Mansfield incident has never received even a marginally serious mundane explanation. The "best" that any contrarian could come up with was a colossal error of perception involving the four person crew and the ground witnesses of a red-then-green meteor ... an almost embarrassing concept given the time duration and behavior of the object.

Hope that this case write-up was of some interest folks.

I still have much to do with the Park Street [new] residence. I'm guessing another month to get things smoothly functioning again. Till then, Peace and Health --- and, if you're in Michigan, an early Spring --- TALK ABOUT ANOMALOUS if THAT happened!!


Sunday, October 12, 2014

GONE FISHIN'


Hello, folks. I didn't want to do this, but with the coming moving to the new location, and all the packing up [and fretting about things not going smoothly all the time] and upgrading my current residence for the chance at a decently quick sale, I just can't concentrate on writing something worth writing about at the moment.

Since I won't just toss trivial non-think at you, I've got to just "retire" until this move settles down. So, I'm putting up the "Gone Fishin'" sign in the store window. This hiatus will be at least a month and probably more --- I don't want to just move boxes over there and let them rot. I really want my library [and my active life] to get functional again. I'm tired of the chaos both in environment and in mind.

So, blessings to you all as we near the three great holidays of Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Each of them is necessary to our souls. Maybe after the completion of our current trip around the Sun I'll be able to "create" again. Peace.


Hmmmm.... don't let the "bad things" get you.


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