The Jersey Devil

If the face of the alleged alien, known in popular culture as a "grey," is one of the creepiest images afoot in the media today, images of the alleged Jersey Devil -- the top two composites -- are surely the most ridiculous.

And yet, I really do believe that, though seemingly completely absurd, the Jersey Devil is a variety of demonic tulpa seen for centuries in Europe -- and so immortalized in gothic architecture as gargoyles, as seen in the third and forth pictures -- and can be seen today in Latin American countries as the famous chupacabra, seen in the final picture.

As related elsewhere in my blog here, a tulpa is a "thought form" which any human being can generate in the fabric of reality by very dedicated focus.

I believe that tulpas are simply the mechanism generated by God for purposes of answering human prayers. It is simply the mechanism chosen by God.

I believe that the basic tulpa is an orb. The orb forms in response to the focus embodied in a prayer, and carries the prayer to God, and perhaps in the same orb an angel returns in the orb with the answer to the prayer.

The better and more faith-based your prayers, the better, and the more effective, the orb is.

However, God created the world so that every faculty which He gave to mankind is subject to evil misuse and abuse. By this means, we can employ the assets He gave to us not only to love, and so walk to Him, but also to hate, and by that means walk away from God and hate Him.

As a consequence, humans can also make use of their wills and their focus to create EVIL tulpas.

Evil tulpas may be created by evil wishing and evil focus -- cursing another -- and by focused or habitual participation in evil.

So, human catastrophe -- murder and suicide, for example -- as well as participation in habitual evil acts -- illegal drug use; perverted sex; war -- tends to leave behind a trail of ghosts. Vietnamese clients tell me that after the Vietnam War their country was, and remains, full of ghosts.

For whatever reason -- perhaps by Satan's own design -- demonic tulpas seem to come in "species." There are the "Greys" and "blue jumpsuited 'Munchkins'" in the Abduction Phenomenon, knock-generating ghosts, door-hugging "crouchers" or "rabisus," and, as discussed in this article, Jersey Devils or chupacabras.

Because they appear in our reality as "species," we find that we can identify today's demons in the artwork of yesteryear.

The Disappearing Man

This is the story as I originally wrote it. I'll have some comments to make afterwards...

There are stars in space which are so heavy that their own gravity makes them crush themselves and collapse themselves downward, downward, downward, toward their own centers. This makes that star’s gravity so strong, that light itself gets pulled into the star, so that the star looks perfectly black. Scientists think that a person getting too close to such a star would experience time reversal -- time going backward into the past, not forward into the future, and so a space traveler falling into one of these stars would be lost forever, fired away like a cannon into the distant past. And so, they call these amazing stars “black holes.”

Dangerous “holes” where a man can suddenly disappear are only in space, not on Earth, correct?

Maybe not.

In September, 1880, in the state of Tennessee in the United States, on a farm not too far from the town called Gallatin…


…the man who owned the farm, David Lang, leaned against the fence around the area where he kept his horses. His wife was back at the house, a few hundred feet away, watching the children play with a new toy.

A friend of the family, a local Judge named August Peck, turned his carriage off the nearby road, and the Judge and a brother-in-law in the carriage with him shouted and waved to the Lang family as they came close to the house.

The farmer, David Lang, turned and waved to the Judge, and started walking across the field.

His wife, his two children, and the Judge and the Judge’s brother-in-law, 5 people altogether, were looking at David Lang.

At that moment, poof! David Lang suddenly disappeared, before their eyes, without a sound!

Mrs. Lang and the two children and the Judge and his brother-in-law all ran across the field to the spot where they had just watched David Lang simply disappear. They checked and checked again for holes in the ground where he might have fallen, but ground was without holes.

At first Mrs. Lang became extremely sick, from the terrible stress of the very strange experience. But, she recovered, and as time passed the family, with no husband to help them keep the farm going, began to be very, very poor.

One day, in April, 1881, seven months after David Lang simply disappeared, Mr. Lang’s two children were playing in the field where the incident occurred. The little girl, 11 year old Sarah, noticed that in a perfect circle around the place where her father disappeared, the grass was yellow and was having trouble growing. Reminded by the grass circle of her father’s disappearance, little Sarah walked into the circle and yelled something like, “Daddy? Are you there?”

Suddenly, Sarah and her 8 year old brother heard their father yelling back! From out of nowhere their father’s voice called, “HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME!”

The two shocked children noticed that the voice of their father sounded like it was getting farther and farther away!

“HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME!”

And finally his voice was gone. And that was the last anyone heard of David Lang.


My opinion, now, is that everyone is looking at the story upside down. David Lang died sometime before everyone saw him disappear.

What they saw disappear was a tulpa -- a ghost Mr. Lang accidentally created by intense focus at the time of his prior death.

The same tulpa generated the voice heard by the children. The "help" they heard was not a cry for assistance at that moment. Instead, it was a typical tulpa "recording" of thoughts in Mr. Lang's head as he died of whatever caused his death before his ghost disappeared like that.

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.