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Strange, But True. - BIAD - 08-10-2021 You are never truly alone. As the coal miners of Great Britain began their year-long industrial action for better pay, a London woman -who'll we'll call 'Anna' was sitting at home quietly reading. The snow had eased-up in early January and now it was just one of those regular grey, miserable days that the UK was known for. The year was 1984. Turning a page of her favourite book in the solitude of her family home, Anna became suddenly terrified as she heard a incorporeal voice. "Please don't be afraid. I know it must be shocking for you to hear me speaking to you like this, but this is the easiest way I could think of. My friend and I used to work at the Children's Hospital, Great Ormond Street, and we would like to help you." To say Anna was dumbfounded would certainly not be the correct expression, a mysterious polite voice in an empty room wasn't something the married woman enjoyed during her perusal of literature. Stifling a fit of panic, Anna aimed her focus back on the book on her lap and when the voice spoke again, she suddenly realised it was in her head. The terrified woman was certain now, she strongly believed she had simply 'gone mad'. Anna had heard of the specialised Hospital in London, but unaware of the location and knew she had never visited it. Her own children were fine and had no health issues, her husband -who was at work at the time, also had no concerning medical condition. The voice reiterated ''To help you see that we are sincere, we would like you to check out the following'' and told Anna three separate pieces of information, which she did not possess at the time. Even though the shaking Anna realised she needed to seek help of some kind, she went to look for evidence of the offered undisclosed information and found that they were true. Nonetheless, all of this was still disturbing and so Anna made an appointment with a nearby hospital. After a check-up, the Doctors told the worried woman that she may be suffering from a type of anxiety and that rest would be the best course of action. Anna disagreed and was so convinced by the mild-mannered vocalizations, she sought a meeting with a psychiatrist. Consultant psychiatrist Mr Ikechukwu Azuonye wrote about his treatment of the woman in the British Medical Journal. In his essay, Mr Azuonye stated his patient had no previous illnesses, she'd been born in continental Europe in the mid-1940s, and had settled in Britain in the late 1960s. After receiving sessions of counselling and administering of some medication, Mr Azuonye said Anna appeared to be cured of the hallucinatory utterances and looked relieved that her world had finally returned to normal. To fortify the psychiatrist's and Anna's belief that the voice had gone, her jubilant husband organised an overseas vacation for his wife, himself and their children. Lying in the warm sun with the ocean's waves soothing her body, Anna suddenly heard a familiar sound in her head. This time there were two voices. Staring around at her unaware family, the two voices spoke with a tone of urgency and told Anna that she must return to England and seek a brain-scan. The pair of unknown speakers also stated an appropriate address to obtain such a procedure. After explaining to her dubious husband that she believed there was a real problem, the family reluctantly returned to England and Anna contacted the London address that the voice in her head had provided. However, a brain-scan -or CT Scan, being such an expensive measure at the time, the specific department at the hospital declined Anna's request and told her she needed to be recommended by a medical professional. During the car ride to the hospital with her husband, Anna was told by the voices where to go and to ask to have a brain scan for two reasons. The voices said she had a tumour in her brain and her brain stem was inflamed. Anna pleaded with the consultant neurosurgeon and after being refused again, the frantic woman returned to Mr Azuonye for advice. Realising that the tomography scan would be the only way to possibly quell Anna's mental concerns, the psychiatrist telephoned the particular department and gave his approval. The initial findings led to a repeat scan with enhancement scanning and after this secondary examination of Anna's skull, a left posterior frontal parafalcine mass, which extended through the falx to the right side of her brain was discovered. The Doctors ordered an immediate operation -which of course, the voices told Anna that they were fully in agreement with that decision. These were the notes of the operation, carried out in May 1984: 'A large left frontal bone flap extending across the midline was turned following a bifrontal skin flap incision. Meningioma about 2.5" by 1.5" in size arose from the falx and extended through to the right side A small area of tumour appeared on the medial surface of the brain. The tumour was dissected out and removed completely along with its origins in the falx.'and after a short while, she would fully recover.' Surrounded by her family, as Anna regained consciousness after the operation, the mysterious voices spoke for the final time. They told her: "We are pleased to have helped you. Goodbye." ![]() RE: Strange, But True. - Ninurta - 08-11-2021 You know, one could say that the tumor was putting pressure on parts of her brain, causing her to hallucinate the voices, and that the increasing pressure of the tumor growth lent the voices a sense of urgency at the beach... ... but that would not explain their parting message, after the tumor was excised. 'Tis a sometimes-strange world we inhabit. . RE: Strange, But True. - ABNARTY - 08-11-2021 OK........ Kinda' creepy. Glad it worked out well for the woman. RE: Strange, But True. - Mystic Wanderer - 08-11-2021 Great story. "They" do warn us. I've been saved a few times by the voices in my head. Yeah, it happens. RE: Strange, But True. - BIAD - 08-11-2021 10th August 2021. Even the weather is laughing at our antics! Quote:The storm demon: Teen photographer captures 'spooky' face in the clouds above his remote Aussie townDaily Mail: RE: Strange, But True. - Kenzo - 08-11-2021 (08-11-2021, 11:54 AM)BIAD Wrote: 10th August 2021. Quite spooky, somehow it looked like john malkovich face ....or that was the name that pop up RE: Strange, But True. - BIAD - 08-11-2021 (08-11-2021, 12:06 PM)Kenzo Wrote:(08-11-2021, 11:54 AM)BIAD Wrote: Con-Air 'Cyrus 'The Virus' Grissom'...?!! It does look like him! RE: Strange, But True. - Kenzo - 08-11-2021 (08-11-2021, 12:14 PM)BIAD Wrote:(08-11-2021, 12:06 PM)Kenzo Wrote:(08-11-2021, 11:54 AM)BIAD Wrote: Yeeh , lol it`s him ![]() RE: Strange, But True. - BIAD - 09-06-2021 Just around 32 miles south of Boston Massachusetts, there's a town in the county of Bristol named Raynham. Raynham is a place that is located in what some have titled "The Bridgewater Triangle". It's a strange area where Ufos, Bigfoot, thunderbirds and other weird phenomena are regularly reported. Raynham is also the residence of a chap called William Russo. So what did Bill Russo see back in 1993? ......................................................................... After finishing his midnight shift at Raynham Ironworks, Bill decided to take his dog for a quiet walk along Cynthia Street. A deserted road with just the odd streetlamp, Bill and his German shepherd-Rottweiler mix called Samantha took in the serenity of the wee-small hours. Then suddenly, Samantha started to tremble like -as Bill put it, "shaking like a washing machine" and the young man looked around in the darkness to see what could possibly be troubling his dog. Samantha tugged at her leash and attempted to hide behind Bill's legs, confused with the behaviour, Bill peered over to where one of the streetlights made a large circle on the tarmac and discovered what had been agitating his whimpering pet. It was an upright shape that had stepped into the pool of light and it was making a strange sound. At first, Mr Russo thought it was a kid in a Halloween costume, a youngster dressed head-to-toe in a hairy outfit and what was weirder, it was gesturing to him as it spoke a strange language. An artist's impression of the 'thing' Bill saw. Mr Russo. The Bridgewater Triangle. Reminding Bill of a stuffed teddy bear, the creature stood around three-to-four feet tall and sported a pot belly. As its over-large eyes stared at the astonished man, it repeated the words as it gestured for Bill to come closer. "Keer, Keer. Ee Wan Chu... Keer, Keer. Ee Wan Chu" it said and even though he felt little fear for this bizarre situation, Bill's concerns for his whining dog forced him to return home and maybe return later when the light was better. Bill never saw the creature again, but when asked, he believes the unearthly being standing in the light was actually a Pukwudgie, a legendary creature said to lure humans into the woods to their deaths and it was trying to say in English: "Here, here... We want you, come here". ![]() RE: Strange, But True. - Ninurta - 09-07-2021 Pukwudgies are fascinating creatures. They are the Algonquian (language group, not tribe - kinda like Celt vs. Greek) version of "the little people". Pukwudgie is the Wampanoag version of the term for them. Other names, in other tribes, include: Chaneque - Aztec Alux - Maya Geow-lud-mo-sis-eg - Maliseet Ircinraq - Yup'ik Ishigaq - Inuit Jogahoh - Iroquois Mannegishi - Cree Memegwesi/Memegawensi/Memengweshii/Pa'iins - Anishinaabe Nimerigar - Shoshone Nirumbee or Awwakkulé - Crow Nunnupi - Comanche Pukwudgie - Wampanoag Yehasuri - Catawba Yunwi Tsundi - Cherokee Canotila - Lakota Popo-li or Kowi Anukasha - Choctaw There are more. Most all tribes had stories of them, and their own names for them. Legends of Little People were widespread in America among the natives. More information on Puckwudgies: Quote:20 Facts About The Pukwudgie, The Mischievous Creature Who Lurks In Forests The alternate term mentioned above, "Bagwajinini", is really just another spelling of Pukwudgie. When Indian languages were first recorded, there were no Indian alphabets, so white men recording the words spelled them phonetically, according to the sounds they heard. Algonquian languages have several crossover sounds like b for p when the p is barely plosive and somewhat voiced. there is no direct English equivalent sound, so they recorded as best they could. Shawnee has 4 consonant pairs like that, as well as a confusion of "s" for a soft, barely voiced "th" - "Tecumseh" is actually "Ti-kom-the". I've never seen a Puckwudgie, but my first wife may have, when she was a child. She once told me the tale, which involved her stumbling upon it when she was playing in the woods in her childhood. She said it never spoke, and just sat there on a stump like it was lost or something, with it's chin in it's hands. She also mentioned that it was gray with smooth skin, as mentioned above, but which also fits the popular description of gray aliens. . RE: Strange, But True. - BIAD - 09-07-2021 (09-07-2021, 08:28 PM)Ninurta Wrote: Pukwudgies are fascinating creatures. They are the Algonquian (language group, not tribe - kinda like Celt vs. Greek) version Thinking aloud, I recall a report from Deborah Hatswell's British Bigfoot map. The account comes from woodland near the town of New Marske, not far from where I live. Quote:"I regularly take my dog walking in some woods near the village of New Marske. These woods are called Errington Woods. A pair of Pukwudgies...? RE: Strange, But True. - Rodinus - 09-08-2021 (09-06-2021, 08:38 PM)BIAD Wrote: Just around 32 miles south of Boston Massachusetts, there's a town in the county of Bristol named Raynham. It may have been Beez (aka DB cowboy...) just saying, pot Kelly and strange language! RE: Strange, But True. - Ninurta - 09-08-2021 (09-07-2021, 08:53 PM)BIAD Wrote:(09-07-2021, 08:28 PM)Ninurta Wrote: Pukwudgies are fascinating creatures. They are the Algonquian (language group, not tribe - kinda like Celt vs. Greek) version There are tales from around the world of diminutive bigfoot-like critters. Indonesia's Ebu-Gogo, Malaysia's Orang Pendek, and the Mexican (Mayan) Alux, among others, and they all fit the bill for a tiny bigfoot, description-wise. Interesting to note that the Flores "Hobbit" was found in the home range of the Indonesian Ebu Gogo, and may have potentially been still in existence up to 11,000 years ago, well within the time of modern humans on the island. Makes me wonder of the Ebu Gogo legends may be based in scientifically proven fact, and if so, perhaps the others were as well. . RE: Strange, But True. - BIAD - 09-08-2021 (09-08-2021, 12:33 PM)Ninurta Wrote: There are tales from around the world of diminutive bigfoot-like critters. Indonesia's Ebu-Gogo, Malaysia's Orang Pendek, I'm going to look into it further, it is interesting. ![]() RE: Strange, But True. - Michigan Swamp Buck - 09-08-2021 Ninurta, good information you posted. I have looked into these Pukwudgies after a few experiences in the woods. I have heard the sound of children who weren't there. This happened to me once here at my place in the woods and down the road about a mile from me to a friend of mine. It's like fairy glamour, they will lead you away into the woods and have you cross over into their realm for awhile (if you're lucky) or forever (if not). The wee folk are all over the world and different cultures have different descriptions of them, but their interest in messing with humans is always similar. They can be invisible or materialize into most any forms they need to use and although they will sometimes get angry and come after people who see them, most times they are just going about their business and are merely curious when you appear to them in their world. RE: Strange, But True. - BIAD - 09-08-2021 (09-08-2021, 02:19 PM)Michigan Swamp Buck Wrote: Ninurta, good information you posted. I have looked into these Pukwudgies after a few experiences in the woods. There's an irony here -if we accept the idea of 'other realms', and that is as modern humans, we've always attached a streamlined high-technology position to it that implies futuristic connotations. Anything that is 'hairy-related' and without apparel is seen as primeval, low in intelligence and even animalistic. We perceive that all the other creatures on this planet have no or very limited consciousness and are unable to grasp the idea of philosophical concepts like phenomenology and ethics. Why...? because we've socially and religiously relegated them due to our own centuries-old inability to understand the fundamental questions of what is life. If you wear a suit and tie, own a fast car and have table manners, one's initial thoughts are that you are somehow connected to success in a society. If you are naked and live in a forest (must omit Ninurta's rituals here), you are judged to be with the beasts and unable to perform functions that humanity would hold you in high regard for. But still, here we have accounts of naked, hairy humanoids with the ability to speak to people -sometimes without using a voice in our usual way and also the gift of being able to appear and disappear at will. No box with toggles and pulsing lights, no smooth-skinned floating vehicle and no one-piece jumpsuit. No signs of what we deem high technology. Yet the accounts still come. ![]() RE: Strange, But True. - Ninurta - 09-08-2021 (09-08-2021, 02:19 PM)Michigan Swamp Buck Wrote: Ninurta, good information you posted. I have looked into these Pukwudgies after a few experiences in the woods. That's nothing I've ever heard, but I have heard OF it - people hearing children, usually sounding like they are at play, who turn out not to be there. That phenomena bears investigation. I live in a long valley, called a "holler" or "hollow", that is about 5 or 6 miles long, bounded on each side by high ridges that come together at the "head" of the "holler" and merge there into a sort of cul-de-sac. In each of those ridges, along the length of the valley and perpendicular to it, other, smaller, hollows cut into the mountain sides that form the ridges like branches on the trunk of a tree, all opening at their mouths into the central valley. This valley is itself just another "holler" that cuts into a long ridge that is 25 or 30 miles long running southwest-northeast. It's like fractals - hollers branching from hollers ad infinitum. My grandparents built this house. the one that I live in, a long time ago. Before that, they lived in the holler directly across the valley from it, in a house on the side of that hollow, almost all the way up into the head of it. That is where my mother was born. If one continues past the remains of that house, and on to the top of the ridge, my family cemetery is up there, just on the other side of the road that runs along the top of that ridge, about 1100 meters distant from here where I sit. My family has been in this valley for nearly 200 years, but no one has lived in that holler for around 60 years. I have a picture of myself sitting on my great-great grandfather's lap when I was little. He was born in 1865, right at the end of the Civil War. His dad was a Confederate Cavalryman in that war, in Co. G, 10th KY Cavalry, CSA. The two people in that one picture lived over a continuous span of 156 years, and counting, with about a 4 or 5 year overlap. So I have a little history on this spot. Some times, late at night in the wee hours, I hear drums and singing, like one would hear at a pow wow, coming out of that holler across the valley, the one my mother was born in. This happens usually between 3 am and 5 am. I have sat on my porch in the middle of the night, listening to it and looking for any signs that there are people up there, such as the glow of a fire or the beam of a flashlight, or something like that, but have never seen anything, just heard it. I've never gone up into the woods looking for the source while the drumming was going on. My eyes are not what they once were, and I'm not confident any more in my ability to sneak up on it in the dark without a light as I once could have, and of course taking a light would announce my approach, so I'd likely never get to the source anyhow before it went quiet. Nor have I asked anyone else who lives here whether they have ever heard it or not. They already look at me a little strangely, and that would just give them another tale to tell about me... Other sounds I hear coming out of that holler in the night can be attributed to the nature surrounding me. A big ol' hoot owl with a booming hoot lives up there that I occasionally hear. it came down one night and sat in a walnut tree just on the other side of the creek hooting at me, but never has crossed the creek to come up here. I hear screeching and squealing coming out of the holler sometimes, which I chalk up to a fox barking over there in the woods. The drumming and singing, and one night some unearthly screams, are the only things I hear coming out of there that I cannot attribute to nature. . RE: Strange, But True. - Ninurta - 09-08-2021 (09-08-2021, 03:01 PM)BIAD Wrote: ... Well that certainly explains why the neighbors look at me funny! . RE: Strange, But True. - BIAD - 09-11-2021 I saw this in the YouTube 'recommendations' and found it slightly amusing on a couple of levels. First -but not insulting them, the sixties children's perceptions of a more mechanical world in the year 2000, but their assumptions from such a robotic system and the unhappiness it may bring. Their opinions might've seemed strange back then, but two decades on from the year they're commenting on, the imaginary world of these children seems fairly harmless to what 2020/21 is actually about. ![]() The second thing that made me smile were the children's accents. All well-schooled and not a regional tone amongst them. In my world at that time, they called them 'posh kids' back then! (But were they wrong?) ![]() RE: Strange, But True. - guohua - 09-11-2021 Very interesting replies from the Kids. Now that Angry Asshole in the Tin Man Costume (from the Wiz of Oz) needs to grow up and fix his own problem's, starting with his Anger Issues and have an Adult Dress Him. You can hear how the Atomic Bomb was a Very Big Issues, everyday in School they were probably acting out the Duck and Cover, even in China we had Duck and Cover exercises, from the Big Bad Americans. |