Is It Possible That There Is, on Earth, a Man Preserved by Christ from Aging and Dying?

At Matthew 16:28, Jesus says, "Amen I say to you there are some standing here who will not taste death until they see the Son of Man coming in his kingdom."

Some interpret these mysterious words to refer to the Time of the Gentiles, the beginnings of the Gentile Church after Christ's resurrection.

Others interpret the verse to refer to the events described in the following verses -- by seeing Jesus in the Transfiguration, Peter, James and John saw "the Son of Man coming in his kingdom."

But still others offer the following story to explain Christ's words.

In the Middle Ages, Crusaders returning to Europe with the Army of Richard in 1192 A.D. reported stories of a Jewish man whom they called "Cartaphilus" and "the Wandering Jew" which went as follows.

During the Way of the Cross, while Christ was still carrying His cross before Simon of Cyrene was drafted to take over that job, a Jewish man who had been hired as a doorkeeper in the Judgment Hall of Pontius Pilate saw Christ stop to rest. Intent on being seen throwing his weight around a little bit, Cartaphilus walked up to Christ and told him to be on his way.

Jesus supposedly answered, "I will go now, but you will wait [i.e., to go to his death] until I return." Cartaphilus did not understand the words, and Roman soldiers shoved him away from Christ and pushed him back into the crowd.

As the years passed, family and friends began to remark at how fit and young looking Cartaphilus was able to stay despite his age.

Ultimately, family and friends began to die of old age, while he always looked young. People became afraid of him, and drove him out of their village, forcing him to travel to places where no one would know him, again and again and again.

The name "Cartaphilus" was probably not a real name, but rather an ancient version of a made-up name reflecting prior travel like "Johnny-Come-Lately." It is composed of two Greek roots meaning "map" and "lover" -- because he was forced to travel so much so that he could always be living someplace where people were not afraid of him, his chronic need to travel also made him a "map lover."

There were various mentions of Cartaphilus in the years following the Third Crusade. The best recorded one is that of a Roman Catholic Bishop of Armenia who visited St. Albans Abbey in England in the year 1228, preserved in a chronicle called Flores Historiarum. The Bishop of Armenia claimed to have struck up an acquaintance with Cartaphilus, and reported that he had converted to the Catholic faith.

Beginning in the early 1700s, the stories of Cartaphilus acquired a new twist. A man calling himself the Count of St. Germain appeared in Venice in 1710 and struck up a friendship with Countess von Georgy. He had a handsome Jewish appearance, seemed to be about 45 years of age, and was deeply intelligent. The countess saw him 50 years later, in 1760, noticed that he looked identical and also still about 45 years of age, and asked him if it was his father she had met in Venice in 1710. The Count replied that, no, it had been himself. The shocked countess accused him of being a demon.

In 1740 the Count appeared at the court of the French King Louis XV and among other things claimed to have personally known Christ (as Cartaphilus). He shocked his listeners with his detailed knowledge of history.

He appeared in England in 1745, he may have been vested with governing authority over a portion of India by the East India Company in 1752, he was definitely seen in India in 1756 by Sir Robert Clive, in 1753 Giacomo Casanova declared him too good to be true, in 1760 Louis XV (who by then must have become suspicious about his persistent youth) dispatched the Count of St. Germain to the Hague respecting a peace treaty between Prussia and Austria.

In 1762 the Count was in Russia, where he had a hand in deposing Peter III of Russia and in elevating Catherine the Great to the Russian throne.

In 1769 he returned to Venice and opened a factory for the manufacture of synthetic silk.

In 1774, Louis XV died. The Count, introducing himself to Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette and warned them about the coming revolution. Marie Antoinette, years later, recorded her regrets respecting ignoring his warnings.

In 1784, a German prince announced the Count's death.

But in 1785, he was clearly back in France.

In 1820, Mademoiselle d'Adhemar, 45 years after seeing him in Paris, also reported that he had not aged at all.

In 1870-1871, French Emperor Napoleon III, fascinated by "the man who wouldn't die," accumulated records about him in a year-long investigation, but the records were destroyed in a fire.

Reports of meetings with the Count of St. Germain continued for years thereafter, including occultist Annie Besant, as well as French singer Emma Calve.

By this time the occultic crowd had gotten hold of the Count of St. Germain idea, and they never let it go, and lore respecting him becomes hopelessly lost in occultic claims, and as a consequence the modern media, making ample use of the occultic nonsense, bury reputable truth in the mindless speculations of idiots.

If there is a Count of St. Germain "out there," it seems likely that he has counted it unwise to reveal himself publicly any longer -- no place on Earth is safe from the prying eyes of modern mass media -- Cartaphilus, finally, would run out of places to live, if our ugly media get hold of him.

If the story is true -- and, who knows?, it just might possibly be true; God can do anything! -- God might have a special job in mind for Cartaphilus near the end of time.

A Happier Topic: Sea Monsters

Comic books and cartoons have so thoroughly hackneyed the concept of "sea monsters" and "sea serpents" that the subject is currently regarded as philosophically absurd.

Yet, respecting descriptions of the beast, there is surprising order within the sightings, even well before the Age of Communication when various forms of media abetted the ordered formation of homogenous cross-cultural ideation.

To put it in "the language of the gutter," there's no way all of those people from diverse places and times could have "gotten their stories right" -- could have told essentially the same story. The mechanism just wasn't there.

I've got two theories about sea monster reports, and maybe both are true at the same time: They are the few surviving members of a dying ancient species (and may now in fact, be gone, in the last few decades); or, they are semi-mystical accretions called "tulpas," but of the demonic variety. I believe that the Loch Ness Monster is a demonic tulpa, for example. (Years ago, an Anglican priest actually died trying to exorcise the thing out of Loch Ness.)

In any event, here is a story, written for translation into Vietnamese, of a sea monster which washed-up on the beaches of Massachusetts. I beliueve that this one was of the dying species variety...


For many centuries, men crossing the seas in their ships have reported seeing sea monsters and being attacked by them. Such stories are nonsense, correct?

A sketch of a sea serpent based on an old

drawing

Ask the people in the town of Scituate, Massachusetts. There, in November of 1970, a very strange dead thing washed up onto the beach.

Scituate, Massachusetts

Writer Edward Rowe Snow, famous around the world for his books of true sea stories, rushed to the beach. He was able to examine the dead creature and he also spoke to many witnesses, and so in his 1974 book Supernatural Mysteries and Other Tales he had a chapter describing the creature, and he included photographs of the thing. Snow, who was a very careful researcher, wrote that the creature was about 10 meters in length, had a body which smelled very much like fresh fish, and had four fins or flippers tipped with talons -- long claws like those of an eagle -- with hair between the talons. The most interesting photographs of the creature are of its head.

The Scituate sea monster.

The eyes are not very

visible in this over-exposure,

but in fact the creature has

eyes on the top of his snout,

pointing forward.

It really does look like the head of a plesiosaur, one of the long-necked creatures which used to roam the seas in the time of dinosaurs.

Scientists who are very skeptical about such things say that dead bodies of creatures which look like ancient plesiosaurs are actually the dead bodies of a kind of shark called the basking shark, which happens to rot in a way that makes it look like a plesiosaur.

Top: Diagram shows how a basking shark breeaks down

and rots into the shape of a plesiosaur.

Middle: A plesiosaur-shaped basking shark carcass

pulled-up in the Pacific.

Bottom: The basking-shark skeleton: Easily mistaken

for that of a plesiosaur.

Two things make us think that the Massachusetts sea monster was not a rotting shark body. First, Edward Rowe Snow reports that the creature smelled like fresh fish -- not rotten garbage. In fact, the meat of the creature was so fresh that the crowd on the beach began to cut off pieces and cook and eat them right on the beach! The next day a Massachusetts restaurant even mixed the flesh into its soup and began to sell Sea Monster Soup! That does not sound too much like a rotting shark body, does it? Second, there is the photograph of the monster’s head, included with this article, up above. It just does not look like a rotting shark’s head.

What Are Crop Circles?

We have all seen crop circles in the news. My favorite is the "Milk Hill Monster," above.

As the media, extremely curious about the things, began to dispatch investigative reporters every time one appeared, two ale drinkers in an English pub were finally interviewed, I think by BBC. They said, "We're doing it!," and they showed the cameras their little boards with their little ropes attached. They showed how they use their little ropes to pull their little boards tight against the soles of their shoes as they stomped down swaths of stalks of whatever crop they were stomping on.

That did it for the media. Problem solved. Those mystical crop circles with their impossible complexity and perfection were the work of -- who else? -- tricky English ale drinkers and their imitators! Media brains essentially shut down after that.

Now look again at the Milk Hill Monster above. The teeny tiny dot in the center of the center circle is a person. The Milk Hill Monster was almost 1,000 feet wide -- a little short of one quarter of a mile.

A few thoughtful readers may have already realized the problem entailed by its size and complexity. Cornwall, where the Milk Hill Monster appeared overnight one night, is about 10 degrees latitude higher than where I am in New Jersey. Summer nights at 50 degrees latitude (where the Milk Hill Monster appeared on August 12) are very short -- 5 hours.

So, whoever or whatever generated the Milk Hill Monster had about 5 hours from Sunset to Sunrise to work in the dark.

Cut that down to 4 hours, to accommodate the beginning and ending twilight.

Now, look at the picture again. I read once that that is 409 circles. (You can check it, and please correct me if that number is wrong.)

And then note that there are no footsteps through the crop leading to the Monster.

That means that enough people to cut a massive and massively complex design in a crop had to get to it by walking like tight rope walkers through the tractor ruts, and then they had to do insufficient damage to the crop, when they left the ruts and walked into the area to be stomped, to generate a perfect finished product.

Even discounting what I am about to talk about, impossible.

The entire Chinese army, hanging by their toes from strings connecting them to helicopters, could not have achieved the Milk Hill Monster in one night.

They are wrong.

There are fake crop circles. Some TV shows have shown English crop circle clubs faking them.

Without exception, their multi-hour creations are paltry affairs -- little, teeny things compared to the Milk Hill Monster.

Crop circles are mystical.

Mystical what?

I'll get to that shortly.

There are sharp distinctions in detail between real crop circles and fake crop circles.

Real crop circles have unkinked stalks. In fake crop circles, the kinking damage to crop stalks is immense. Why? Because heavy people are stomping on it!

Real crop circles have no footprints in the circle areas. Fake crop circle are jammed with footprints. Why? Because one can't make a crop circle by "hanging by his toes from a helicopter"! If the crop circle is non-mystical, the maker has to walk all over the thing. It's simple!

Real crop circles tend to be braided in different ways. Fake crop circles are all braided in the same fashion, because there are only 3 ways to make them -- from the perimeter in. From the center out. Or from the middle to the perimeter and the center. You can increase complexity by playing with clockwise and counter clockwise -- but fakers can't get too complex -- otherwise, even a simple "idiot level" circle takes all 4 hours of darkness, even if created by a large team.

Again, look at the Milk Hill Monster. It appeared in one night. Fake? Or mystical?

I'll "have no truck with" (remember how the nuns used to say that?) someone who says "fake" unless they recreate the Milk Hill Monster for me on the same night of the year at the same latitude. They can use as big a budget as they want (their money -- not mine). They can use as many people as they want. But it has to be done in the dark, in one (1) night, and it has to look as good and as "footprintless" as the photo above from the same altitude. And I get to watch the work.

There will be no takers. Not even Bill Gates would try it. It's not do-able.

They're mystical.

So, who -- or what -- is doing them?

I vote "the Devil" on this one.

My ghost/UFO/demon theory is this...

Just because a non-Catholic says it, doesn't mean it's wrong. So, the Tibetan Buddhists are right: By concentration, we can create "tulpas," sometimes called "thought forms." Tulpas are shapes in the fabric of reality which God, when He created Man "in His image," gave us the power to generate. I think that there is no better explanation, technically.

Why would God have done this?

Tulpas are "positively predestined" to be "prayer vehicles." They carry our prayers to God, and they bring back the help. That doesn't mean that they have to "go" anyplace. They are somehow the "conduit," the "pipes," for the prayer-and-answer process. I think that God could have do this another way. What we look at, when we look at tulpas, are the way He simply happened to do it.

A person's prayer enters the tulpa he created by his concentration, and an angel, containing some kind of "special presence of God," travels in the tulpa back to the pray - er and his problem, and solves it.

But I use the term "positively predestined" to incorporate Church theology. Though we are all "positively predestined" to Heaven, we have the power to refuse the offer, and to bend our wills and our use of reality to walking away from God, and, ultimately, to Hell.

That includes tulpa use. Negative prayers are not just possible, but they happen all of the time. Negative prayers produce a tulpa which the Devil and his demons can jump into and make use of. People know these as pernicious "ghosts" and malevolent "presences."

The negative human thinking doesn't have to be a directed "curse" of some sort.

It can be sin, concentrated upon.

And mass dedication to sin can be as strong a "tulpa generator" as a meditator's meditation.

So, when the culture, especially via the media, successfully propagandizes a particular variety of sinful enjoyment, that tends to cause an ambience of evil which begins to spontaneously generate demonic tulpas.

It's kind of like the "dark side" of "relic - ization" of an area by leaving a relic in a place, such as a room in a home.

I believe that UFOs are demonic tulpas generated by society's evil ambience.

I believe that true crop circles are the mischief of demonically-occupied tulpas with some kind of "misdirection goal" in mind.

In a word, you are looking at what the occult calls "true magic," and what the Church rightly calls "evil."

Interestingly, I believe that today's crop circles are predicted in 2 Thessalonians 2. There Paul is discussing things to occur before the end of the world. He notes that before the end there must be some kind of significant occurrence of "signs and wonders that lie." 2 Thessalonians 2:9.

Seemingly to enlarge upon Paul's revelation in 2 Thessalonians 2, Mary, as Our Lady of LaSalette said, in LaSalette, France, in 1846, "Let the Pope beware of miracle workers, for the time has come for the most astonishing wonders to take place on the earth and in the air." In other words, bad "wonders on the earth and in the air."

Isn't it interesting how well crop circles and UFOs fit that description?

Saturn's Impossible Cloud Hexagon

In the 1968 film by Stanley Kubrick, 2001: A Space Odyssey, scientists detect an amazing rectangular monolith on the Moon, which beams a message toward Jupiter, which, it turns out, has a giant version of the same amazing rectangular monolith in orbit around it.

Well, something like that Jupiter movie monolith has actually been found! In the 1980s, as one of the interplanetary Voyager spacecrafts sped past Saturn, it snapped a somewhat-low-quality photo of the planet's North Pole. It seemed to show an impossible geometric shape made out of clouds -- a perfect hexagon. This is real. This is not a joke.

No one could explain it. Occasionally, if atmospheric conditions are absolutely perfect, six-sided clouds can appear in the sky, in bunches, pressing against each other, for the same reason that same-size coins laid next to one another form hexagons...

But in the Voyager pictures, scientists saw only one huge hexagon-shaped cloud, big enough to surround 4 Earths, maintaining its shape against the push of winds circling it at maybe 500 miles per hour.

It just couldn't exist, but there it was.

Over two decades later, in 2007, scientists tasked the amazing Cassini Spacecraft to fly over Saturn's North Pole, to see if the hexagon is still there.

It is...

So, clouds shaped like a perfect hexagon have been successfully resisting the impact of super-hurricane-force winds on Saturn's North Pole for over 20 years!

Cassini was tasked to Saturn's South Pole. Nothing. No hexagon.

So, the phenomenon is asymmetrical.

A closer shot of the hexagon revealed that the cloud is so ridiculously rigid that a wake of cloud eddies are forming in the bands of clouds circling around the hexagon and rubbing against it...

This seems to argue that some sort of invisible hexagon-shaped electromagnetic field is NOT responsible for the hexagon. Fields never have sharp edges -- always, edges which weaken in strength at a rate equal to the square of the distance.

At this point a scientist can't do much more than shrug his shoulders and asked, "Are we looking at MAGIC, maybe?"

Arrest that Car!

Because we trust science too much, Americans stopped believing in things like curses -- something evil hanging over a person or object, usually at the request of someone filled with hate.

The true story of a particular car, and of the curse which hung over it, warns us that curses are very real.

On June 28, 1914, a car known as a 1914 Graf and Stift Double Phaeton carried Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife Countess Sophia through the streets of Sarajevo, in Bosnia.

Suddenly, a revolutionary ran up to the car and fired his gun several times at the Archduke and his wife, killing them both.

The assassination started World War I. 20,000,000 people died.

The next owner was General Oskar Potiorek, commander of Austrian forces in Bosnia. Shortly after receiving the car, his army was defeated, Potiorek was removed from his job, and he became insane and died in a poorhouse.

The next owner was an Austrian Army captain. Exactly nine days after getting the car, he drove it into two farmers, killing them, and then he smashed the car into a tree, killing himself.

The next owner was the Governor of Yugoslavia. Within four months he crashed the car four times. In the last crash, he lost his right arm. The Governor believed that the car was cursed. He ordered that it be destroyed.

The next owner, Doctor Srkis, bought the car before it could be destroyed. In six months, the car rolled over, crushing him.

The next owner was a jeweler who committed suicide in a year.

The next owner was another doctor whose patients all stopped going to him, because they were afraid of the car. The doctor sold the car.

The next owner was a race car driver. During a race, the car smashed into a stone wall. The driver was thrown over the wall, and he died on hitting the ground.

The next owner was a farmer in Bosnia. One morning, the car simply stopped. Another farmer tied the car to the back of his horses and wagon, and began to tow it to a repair shop. Suddenly, the car started by itself, smashed into the wagon and horses, and chased the owner down the road, running over him and killing him.

The next owner was a mechanic who fixed the car and painted it. As he drove six friends to a wedding, there was a crash. The mechanic and four passengers were killed.

The next owner was a museum in Vienna. During World War II, a bomb from a plane bombing the German army fell onto the museum, crashed through the roof, and exploded next to the car.

The museum has not yet learned its lesson. The car and the museum room were repaired, and it sits there today.

Seeing a Ghost

This post is in answer to Phil's comment in "More Ghost Ectoplasm."

Yes, I have seen a traditional ghost with my eyes, when I was about 4 years old, in the Frankford house, which was haunted back then.

Barb slept in the front bedroom. Mom and Dad slept in the middle bedroom. The boys -- Chris, myself, and Mark -- slept in the back bedroom. We had moved into the house several months before.

My bed was closest to the door which opens into Mom and Dad's bedroom.

On the night I saw the ghost, I was a little 4 year old kid tucked under his blankets, who had awakened in the middle of the night, and I was waiting for sleep to return.

I remember lying on my left side, peering out of my blankets into the bedroom of our parents, which was illuminated by ambient light from the streetlights outside. The house was filled with the gentle sound of the snoring of my parents and siblings.

Suddenly, I had a strong feeling that something was about to happen. The feeling had "direction" -- I knew that it was going to occur in my parents' bedroom. So, I peered into the darkness of their bedroom as they snored.

As I did so, I saw a slightly translucent ghost with a flowing gown float into their bedroom. I couldn't see past their bed, but I deduced that the thing was floating because of the way it moved -- like a balloon in a gentle breeze, instead of a walking person. It's appearance was neither male nor female, but somehow I knew that it was female.

As it reached the end of my sleeping parents' bed, it turned left and floated directly toward me. I thought, "Oh, no!" and I pulled my blankets tightly over my head.

After a few minutes I peeked out of the blankets in the direction of my parents' bedroom, and saw no ghost, and was relieved.

I turned over beneath my blankets, to sleep on my right side -- and froze.

There it was, right in front of me, standing between my bed and that of my sleeping brother Chris, bent over and staring intently at sleeping Chris' head.

I was half-sitting, half-laying-down, on my right side, too astonished by the sight to do anything but stare.

The thing turned its head around to the right, and stared into my face. I do not remember what she looked like, at all.

Then the thing straightened-up and turned toward the hallway door to our room and floated into the hall.

That was then end of that experience.

I have a theory about why that happened. Ouija Boards were regarded as a benign pastime, in those days. Barb had just gotten one as a birthday present from Mom and Dad. I remember being down the basement, staring intently at the process as Barb and Chris played with that Ouija Board. I, and undoubtedly Barb and Chris also, hoped very strongly that something would happen.

Nothing happened that we could detect. But I think that our joint concentration accidentally created the ghost that I saw.

Note what the ghost did -- it came from the direction of Barb's room, and into our room and stared at Chris.

It visited the two people who had touched the Ouija planchette. And I was "observed" because I had observed the game.

Interestingly, years later, the ghost activity was strongest in the basement, where the Ouija Board game took place.

I currently believe that human concentration "creates" ghosts. Tibetan Buddhists call these created entities "tulpas." Occultists call them "thought forms." I believe that the create things are inherently benign unless you try to communicate with them. If you attempt communication, an evil spirit -- a demon -- jumps into them and makes it come alive.

Since Ouija Boards are, per se, an attempt to communicate, they always create demonic tulpas -- tulpas with demons inside.

So, in my opinion, there was a demon inside that thing, looking at me, that night.

Why do these tulpas exist? Why can human concentration create them?

God made us in His image. I belief that tulpas are "positively predestined" to be prayer vehicles and answer-to-prayer vehicles, sort of "creatable from nothing" by people.

But, because God gave us the ability to walk away from Him, too, we can pervert tulpas and change them into demon vehicles.

That is why "cursing" is a sin, in Catholicism. Cursing works. When we concentrate negatively with anger, we create a "negative tulpa" -- in effect, a negative prayer vehicle, occupied by a demon, able to do damage.

Barb and Chris and myself accidentally created the ghost which visited us that night, and which stayed in the Frankford house for years.

Never play with a Ouija Board. Never participate in a séance -- really, exactly the same thing.

Don't even stay in the same house where those things are occurring, while the Ouija Game or séance are occurring.

People will think that you are being foolish and a really wimpy nerd.

But they won't understand when suddenly their life starts becoming a string of bad luck events, because something invisible has latched onto them.

More Ghost Ectoplasm, But Not Very Significant, IMHO

This is the second ectoplasm shot I took in the Cave of the Winds in Colorado Springs, near Pike's Peak. You'll feel like you are playing "Where's Waldo" as you scan it for cognizable figures.

It features "Mona Lisa" looking down at, and strangling, a humanoid figure; a "firebird" attacking from the left; and all kinds of demon heads looking toward the situation.

I really don't think this is significant. I think that it is just ectoplasm.

Ghosts Exist (Part II)

Okay, here's my photo of an orb manufacturing an ectoplasmic ghost. You can see the orb speeding through the ghost-illusion's "mouth" beneath the "eyes," at about the 4:00 o'clock position.

The photo was taken a few years ago in Colorado Springs, in Colorado's famous "Cave of the Winds," here...

http://www.caveofthewinds.com/

I had the guide turn off all lights for about 10 seconds. I pointed my digital camera straight up, toward the cave ceiling about 20 feet above us. (So, you're actually looking at something "looking straight down" at the camera [assuming that that thing can "look"].)

Before and after the lights were turned off, there was no steam up there coming out of the rocks to account for the greenish ectoplasmic "cloud."

Ghosts Exist!

Ghosts exist. I have actually photographed them! Anyone can! It's easy, if you know what to do.

(1) Use a digital camera with a flash.

(2) Take the picture in the dark.

(3) Take the picture at a place where one would think that ghosts are normally found.

(4) Say a prayer to God to make the ghost pose for the picture -- no joke.

(5) Take the picture when you, personally, are tired; tiredness attracts ghosts.

(6) Don't talk to the ghost.

Above is one shot I took. I took it about 10:30 p.m., about a year-and-a-half ago, in Magnolia Methodist Church graveyard.

The ghost you see here is of the orb variety. It is doing something astonishing: Assuming about 10 different positions during one flash, a few thousandths of a second long. You can tell that they are all the same orb, because of that telltale tab on them.

The white thing to the right is the gravestone the orb is coming around.