Month: November 2013

In the seemingly ongoing saga of paranormal activities that seem to happen in or around myself I submit a story that my brother relayed to me just the other night.  For years now my brother has had many cases of sleep paralysis, he has witnessed apparitions, and has heard whispers in the dark.  Within the last two years he would drift off to sleep but just before entering the dream state he would suddenly get a feeling of fear and dread pass over him.  He would explain his fear and reluctance to even open his eyes as he knew he was not alone in his room.  He would then feel a presence sitting on his chest and hold him down.  This could simply be chalked up to a simple case of sleep paralysis, an actual diagnosable condition, however combined with his previous experiences with the paranormal, including witnessing an apparition standing at the end of his bed a few years before, his testament to what he believes is true is very persuasive.

About two weeks ago he was lying on the couch about to go to sleep with his girlfriend sleeping soundly next to him.  He suddenly had that feeling of not being alone in the room.  He lifted the blanket over his head and rolled to his side, with his back facing the back of the couch and his front in the direction of his girlfriend.  What he felt next scared him more than any other experience he’s yet had.  He felt a needle prick enter the back of his neck and he became instantly paralyzed.  He insists he was fully awake and, though he tried to speak and wake his girlfriend and move his hands to grab her, he was unable to do either.  After only, what seemed to be, a few short minutes, he was able to move again.  He woke his girlfriend up and searched the house top to bottom, no sign of anything.  Though there is no evidence of missing time or an intruder, one can’t help but think about a possible alien presence interfering that night.  Or perhaps it was simply a dream?  Either way this is a terror inducing moment for another member of my family all too familiar with the paranormal.

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Throughout history civilizations have battled over religious beliefs and doctrines.  Cultures  have been destroyed and rebuilt again all in the name of God.  But what if all of this death has been in vain, not for one God but for many, and what if our creators were not an all-powerful, Supreme Being, but an extraterrestrial intelligence?  Now this may ruffle some feathers but take a step outside of the box for a moment and look at some of the possibilities.

In ancient history there are countless reports (be it left in cave drawings, writings, etc.) of beings coming from the sky, often in metal “chariots” spewing fire.  For an ancient people, seeing an object coming from the sky, complete with lights, fire, and depositing humans (or humanoids) would cause fear and wonder like nothing known before.  For these ancient people they would only be able to come up with one solution, these beings are supreme; these must be our creators.

In ancient Greece the Gods are spoken of in much the same ways we would speak of everyday humans.  Many were lustful and had sex with human women.  Perhaps this is not because these beings were all powerful, but because they were much like us.  Coming from the skies in chariots of fire these “Gods” would be worshipped for the power and technology they would bring with them.  If we as humans are cut from the same cloth as these humanoids it is fair to assume they would often have many of the same traits as we.  Could the ancient Greeks have been worshipping, and fearing, the extraterrestrial powers that be in the universe?

Let’s travel to the time of the Virgin Mary and the Immaculate Conception.  The Bible will have you believe that Mary was visited by God and, VOILA, she is pregnant with the baby Jesus.  Now although I have no use for organized religion as a whole, I do believe the characters portrayed in the Bible (Mary, Jesus, Noah, etc.) all did exist but simply not in the holy sense that they are depicted.  If Mary was truly a virgin as the Bible claims she was, perhaps she was not visited by an almighty God and impregnated, but rather she was abducted by the “Gods” and artificially inseminated.  This means that Jesus himself would be an alien-human hybrid, possibly allowing for some of the wondrous things (turning water to wine) described in the Bible.  I am not asking anyone to believe that because he was an alien-human hybrid he was capable of waving his hand over a cup and BAM! Water to wine.  What I am getting at is that he may have had a capability or technology that allowed for some of these amazing incidents created in this book.

There are plenty more examples of alien interaction throughout history, this is simply a sprinkling of random thoughts I am having tonight.  As I continue researching all things unexplained or unidentified I will continue to share my thoughts and accounts for all the readers.  Thank you for taking time to read the ramblings of this overworked paranormal researcher.

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Rev. Michael Carter chats with Darren and Graham. Don’t think this is all about Religious scriptures and Aliens… Rev Michael Carter is so much more. This is also about an old school reiki master and the coming out of a Contactee. We talk about his book, “Alien Scriptures” and much more.

Red Pill Junkie joins the boys in the intro. Darren and RPJ try and debunk one of Graham’s synchronicities. They chat about 3d printing, lie detecting tattoos, the 5 year old Batman, Blue angels, crack smoking mayors, non stinking undies among sum uvah crazy &*%$!  

Rev. Michael Carter’s site and his book “Alien Scriptures” 

Other interesting book we chatted about…: 

Links from intro with RPJ:,0,5703072.story#axzz2kmP9txHI


The Plesk – In The Game


Tulpa – Warm Box

Grimerica Theme 

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Chase Kloetzke, Author, UFOlogist, Cryptozoologist, Paranormal Investigator extraordinaire joins the boys on this Ep to chat about some of her creepier encounters while chasing these illusive phenomenons. Although a tad late for Halloween, Children of the Corn meets Signs meets Blair Witch in this episode!! Check out Chase’s radio show,“Project White Papers” on KGRA to find out more about this fascinating woman. 

In the Intro Graham reads Darren a couple of the not so creepy stories from Jim Harold’s, “True Ghost Stories: Jim Harold’s Campfire 2”

KGRA Radio Global Radio Alliance and Chase’s site:

Jim Harold’s site for podcast and books 


Grimerica Theme – Lock & Key

Rawi Zaher – Sweet Dreams Halloween Dubstep Mix

Bullet Train – Stephen Swartz feat. Joni Fatora

Zed’s Dead – By Your Side

Ghostbusters – Kill Paris Remix

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I was not expecting to have a mini encounter like the one I did when got up on a perfectly normal Sunday morning a couple of weeks ago. The story that follows I am telling first hand.


I was in a small town called Fielding, which serves as a rural crossroads for the central lower north island of New Zealand. There is a large race track to satisfy every back wood petrol head for miles around, and a smattering of stock yards for auctioning livestock destined for the paddock or the plate. I had decided to take my partner and my son to the Fielding Coach Museum , under recommendation from a local.


I did not know much about it, or what to expect but was I was pleasantly surprised as we entered an entirely patron-less hanger like building full of interesting historical artefacts. The place was full of old restored cartridges, coaches, tractors and various farming equipment. i was actually blown away by the size and number of different displays recreating early rural New Zealand in the Manawatu.


Blissfully unaware, we proceeded to examine each display with interest, well as much as you can with a bubbly 5 year old boy in tow. Yet it wasn’t until a large yellow loader attracted my attention, that my day took an unexpected twist.


As I examined the size of this huge wheeled loader, I accidentally kicked something with my sneaker. The loader was down the far end of the hanger , yet the back half was not very well lit so I had to struggle a wee bit to see what I had interrupted.


As I looked down I saw to my surprise, a small ancient looking tricycle. It was wedged into the corner at the apex of the rear wall of the building and the back left hand tyre of the loader. I looked at the tricycle and then back to where it may have come from, which made me feel as if it was just pushed from one end of the hanger to eventually terminate here in this slightly awkward position, wedged on it’s lonesome here. I stepped back slightly and got a shiver down my spine. It was like in a split second, I had a flash that told me what was going on! It was fast and it was sharp!

Instantly the hairs on my arms stood erect, and I had a feeling like the nerves on my spine, neck and the back of my head , had all shortened and retracted inward slightly.


At this I stepped aside and called my Girlfriend over. ” Do you feel something ? ” I asked. At this point she had no idea about the tricycle, as it was still in the shadows.

“wow” she replied, ” I can feel something here… What is it?” I pointed at the small child’s toy before us at which she also stepped back. At this point I was actually starting to feel a wee bit dizzy, so i also stepped away from the toy.


My girlfriend has a bit of a knack of picking up on things , in a psychic way, but very minimal, yet she had a clear picture of what was going on that day. She felt like this was a very closely guarded and beloved toy and that we need step away. I still had chills and tingles sparkling down my spine and arms. I felt slightly nauseas also  but decided to take some pictures and move on.


It was weird, I have seen enough episodes of Ghost Adventures and Ghost Hunters to pick up on the subtleties they speak of, yet this was very clear to me. I decided to snap some pictures and move on. I had a quick look up and around for any air conditioning vents or drafts , but nothing was obvious to explain the chills that shot through me.

We shook it off and carried on looking at the rest of the displays. We hung around for at  least another half hour or so then decided to head into town for Sushi, at my sons request! As we left, the kind old gentleman at the counter offered us a pass back if we decided to come back later in the day. I took it on the off chance and we got in the car. As I pulled out on to the main road my girlfriend alerted me to a scratch I had on my arm. It was a short fingernail type scratch that was still open and bright blood red. I was taken aback by this and pulled the car over. I had no idea how I got this scratch and was confused as it was still bleeding and fresh. I had another chill, could it have been the entity we had just encountered?


I didn’t want to go there, it had been an eventful enough experience for the morning so I decided that we get lunch and explore town. Good Idea in principle, but my mind couldn’t let go of the feelings and experience we had just been through.


I wanted answers. After exploring town and a bite to eat we headed back. The afternoon shift was on at the museum, so we were let in after another elderly gentleman explained the explicit instructions he was given to expect our return!

We went in to the same large hanger where I made a bee line to the loader.


As I hurried through the hall I was stopped in my tracks by a display that also had a wee tricycle as part of it. I looked at the display and then examined the placard before it. I will include a picture of it , but in essence it states that the tricycle was a much beloved toy that belonged to the Mayors daughter. It was passed on through the generations , much to the displeasure of the original , jealous owner.


In closing , I really do feel that I had a run in with this entity, or at least the residual spirit of the daughter who once cherished this tricycle with such fervour. The thought did cross my mind to approach the gentlemen at the counter , yet something stopped me. I also thought , as the hall was under constant camera surveillance, that the tricycle’s journey would be documented in a digital form somewhere in the archives. yet , the ridicule factor took over for me. In retrospect, the mystery is a better memory for me to have, even though this event only took place two weeks ago.





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