Do you believe that there are dwellers beneath the ground where we live??? The interior of the earth is belived to have to be a residing place for strange and weird races. The myth is that they are extremely technologically advanced creatures. But who are they and where are their gateways to those subterranean cities???
Those who are the exponents of paranormal science and theories, they think that this erath is hollow. This idea has become ripe because of various ancient legends of myriad cultures that are thought to be thrive in subterranean cities. This theory is very often supported by the recent UFOs hovering around us. These UFOs are not from any other planet but are from our own mother earth!!!
Let me now tell you about the origins of these ideas. These strange races are rooted to many civilizations and cities. Have you heard about Agharta or Agartha- capital city of Shamballa. The name is again weird!! But the source of this name comes from The Smoky God, the "biography" of a Norwegian sailor named Olaf Jansen. Agharta (Argarti) is said to be the mysterious under ground kingdom located in Asia and linked to the other continents of the world by a gigantic network of underground tunnels. Although some have been destroyed due to world cataclysms, many are still left today and are in use. The following are thought to be some of these entrances and tunnels. This is related to the Hollow Earth Theory and is a much discussed subject in Esotericism.
Agartha is a den for underground dwellers. Shamballa (also known as Shambalah or Shangri-La) is sometimes said to be its capital city. The mythical paradise of Shamballa is known under many different names: It has been called the Forbidden Land, the Land of White Waters, the Land of Radiant Spirits, the Land of Living Fire, the Land of the Living Gods and the Land of Wonders. Hindus have known it as Aryavartha (literally : The Land or Realm of The Aryans ; the Land of the Noble/Worthy Ones") - the land from which the Vedas come; the Chinese as Hsi Tien, the Western Paradise of Hsi Wang Mu, the Royal Mother of the West; the Russian Old Believers, a nineteenth-century Christian sect, knew it as Belovodye and the Kirghiz people as Janaidar. But throughout Asia it is best known by its Sanskrit name, Shambhala, meaning 'the place of peace, of tranquillity.'
Think of Shambala the Lesser as the United Nations of over 100 subterranean cities that form the Agartha Network. It is like the parliament of the inner world. It has special colomies and compact ecosystems located beneath the Erath’s crust or discreetly within the mountains. All cities in the Agartha Network are physical and are of the Light, meaning that they are tradition of the great Mystery Schools of the surface, honoring such beings as Jesus/Sananda, Buddha, Isis and Osiris, all of the Ascended Masters that we of the surface know and love, in addition to spiritual teachers of their own long-standing heritage.
Why did they choose to live underground? Consider the magnitude of the geological Earth changes that have swept the surface over the past 100,000 years. Consider the lengthy Atlantean-Lemurian war and the power of thermonuclear weaponry that eventually sank and destroyed these two highly-advanced civilizations. The Sahara, the Gobi, the Australian Outback and the deserts of the U.S. are but a few examples of the devastation that resulted. The sub-cities were created as refuges for the people and as safe havens for sacred records, teachings and technologies that were cherished by these ancient cultures.
Well, i just got in touch with one of the most prolific writers. He is Harry Makov. He has got myriad steaming ideas and articles that might leave you spell-bound. Such is his magic. The essence of his perspective lies in his poetry and a knack for cabaret as mythology. Well, his endeavor does not end here. He is an amateur photographer and a mad reviewer of anything under the sun. If you want a his take on any topic you can surely check out all that he has to say. Well, i am just lucky enough to grab an interview with this mastermind.
1. Well, what has inspired you to open a blog that deals with things weird or supernatural?
My drive to open “Temple Library Reviews” came from Robert’s “Fantasy Book Critic”, which discusses SFF titles and events. I read about all the newest books, which I couldn’t possibly get since I live in Eastern Europe, and wanted to stay ahead with the trend and add diversity to the books available to the Bulgarian literature market. Reviewers got free copies in exchange for their opinions and I like to give opinions in general, so it was a sweet deal. I deal with fiction and not the supernatural in general, but my love for myths and legends does shine through my reviews from time to time.
2. I have been reading your blog for a long time. It is really interesting and up to date. Do you think this blogging is helping you to reach out to the people?
I can’t really say that my blog is up to date, because I manage to pass up pretty good facts about events and such, but I sincerely hope it’s interesting. As far as your question goes I think it does, not that I do something as serious as other blogger fields do. If I managed to help people pick the books that most suit them, I would be quite pleased with myself. My blog is my way of transforming my monologue into eventual dialogue with other people, who share the same passion as me and in that I have succeeded.
3. As a blogger, what do you think can drive traffic to your website?
There is no written formula for that. I have been quite unsuccessful with driving traffic to my website for awhile and right after my “Reviewer Time” special feature started, where I interview other SFF reviewers and comment on their blogs, did interest in me as a blogger pick up. The key I guess is to bring something different to the table as well as being persistent and comment a lot, where it counts. Participation in social networks such as Book Blogs and Wonderlands with subscriptions to websites like Technorati will only help. In the end it’s not the traffic that counts, it’s the satisfaction of what you do that matters. A lesson I re-learned recently.
4. You have catered to many aspects that relate to dark and dismal things in life. Do you believe in the paranormal?
I am the essential sceptical believer. The assumption that the material world is not all that exists sounds logical and at the same I need proof to become convinced. I am inclined to believe ghost stories, haunting sites and ghost sightings, but I can’t count them as fact, unless I have experienced them as well. In my opinion I am the healthy dose sceptic and a believer.
5. What do you think about the existence of black magic?
Black magic as a discipline does not exist. As far as the books on esoteric topics I have read and there was a period, when my reading consisted solely from these books, I can say that magic in real life through rituals and meditation is defined by intent and it is the caster’s intent solely what defines the spell as benevolent or malevolent or as people say white and black. As an example I will give how people use electricity, which at one time was thought as the most powerful force discovered. On one hand we use it to power our houses, cars and gadgets we need to get by and then on the other we use it in stun guns and electric fences. Electricity remains the same force, but the application is what makes the difference.
6. What do you think about the recent hype on “Michael Jackson’s ghost”?
I was never aware that there was such a phenomenon. I was never much of a Jackson fan to begin with, so the whole media circus surrounding his death and life and apparently ghost is indifferent to me. People tend to see what they want to see, but who am I to argue. Michael led a very difficult life and by all criteria if a person needs reasons to become a ghost after his passing, then Michael has enough.
7. Would you ever take a chance to visit the paranormal?
Nope. If whatever afterlife is assigned to me exists, then I am sure that when my time is done I will have plenty of time sightseeing. If you mean experience ghastly happenings, I wouldn’t mind to have one or two spookier real stories to tell, but my imagination supplies me with enough stories on my own, so it’s not a desperate wish to meet face to face with the paranormal.
Over the past 1000 years, the Tower of London has seen more than its fair share of murders, executions, tortures and poisonings. It's little wonder therefore that a few of its victims should remain there in death. On the 12th February 1957 a guardsman came face to face with one of the ghostly residents at the foot of the Salt Tower. It was 3.00am when something struck the roof of the sentry-box in which he was sheltering from the rain. Stepping out, he looked up to see what it was, and saw a shapeless white ghost on the top of the tower. He shouted, bringing out the guard captain and the duty warder. They both searched the Tower, but could find nothing. Is it a coincidence that on 12 February 1554 Lady Jane Grey was beheaded on Tower Green, which lies less than 200 yards away from the Salt Tower? One of the best known ghosts is that of Anne Boleyn, who also lost her head on Tower Green. She is now said to carry her head under her arm on the eve of a death. A sergeant serving with the Artist's Rifles was on duty the night before several spies were due to be executed during the First World War. He claimed that the night before Carl Lody was executed, he saw the ghost of Anne Boleyn in a silk dress and a whiteruff.
Anne has also been seen in the Tower Chapel. One night, a guard captain and a sentry set off on their rounds, but when they reached the chapel they both noticed lights coming from inside. The captain sent for a ladder and climbed up to a window to look within. He found the interior lit with a blue-white light, and a ghostly procession of men and women in Tudor costume could be plainly seen walking down the central aisle. At the head of the procession was the spirit of Anne Boleyn. Suddenly the light faded and the chapel was left in complete darkness. It's not only ghosts of people that visit the Tower. In 1816 a sentry was walking his beat in front of the Jewel House when he saw a dark shape moving on the steps of the building. He approached the figure just as the moon came out from behind some clouds, revealing a huge bear lunging at him. Panicked, he struck out at the bear with his bayonet but the blade simply passed through the bear, which then engulfed him. He was later found (unconscious?) by another sentry and died shortly after. Pleasant dreams.....
Ancient Egyptian Magic is the first authoritative modern work on the occult practices that pervaded all aspects of life in ancient Egypt. Based on fascinating archaeological discoveries, it includes everything from how to write your name in hieroglyphs to the proper way to bury a king, as well as: Tools and training of magiciansInterpreting dreams Ancient remedies for headaches, cataracts, and indigestionWrapping a mummy Recipes for magic potions and beauty creams Explanations of amulets and pyramid power A spell to entice a lover A fortune-telling calendarThese subjects and many more will appeal to everyone interested in Egyptology, magic, parapsychology, and the occult; or ancient religions and mythology.Spells, incantations, potions, stories, and rituals.
What can a "failed" priest, who gets the boot from the Church of England, possibly do afterwards with his God-given talents? Ex-Rev Mark Townsend became a pagan magician and sorcerer! This is the obvious choice for someone who is no longer a Vicar. As a member of the Independent Association of Celebrants, Mark can not only bury your loved one, but make them levitate at their funeral! (right). Also, he is popular in many schools where he appears as a Wizard, and confounds kids with amazing tricks. For those with a more spiritual yearning, Mark conducts Retreats - as a Druid. There is no end to his appeal. He has performed for nuns, African Masai warriors and to congregations across Britain. If you want to add some fun to your Church, why not get him to levitate your congregation and stick them on the ceiling? There is no end to what an unemployed clergyman can find to do.
Vampire-The Slayer:
I have always been fascinated by things that are Gothic or connect you to the other world....Yu believe it ot not, everyone wants to know what is so supernatural??? Don't you??Haven't you bee bewitched by fairy tales or for that matter Rowling's PotterMania?? You cannot ignore it when you come to know that there are surreal powers and souls wondering around ir hovering....My recent crush has been a series of the Steel Chronicles, Book 2, Jan “The 12th Demon: Vampyre Majick” by Bruce Hennigan.
A sneak peak into the summary: "After defeating the thirteenth demon, Jonathan Steel and Josh Knight return to Dallas, Texas, to finish up Josh's family affairs. When they arrive, a mysterious assassin named Raven surfaces from Steel's murky, dangerous past. At the same time, Rudolph Wulf, the twelfth demon, has arrived from Romania with plans to fulfill a two-thousand-year-old promise to unleash an army of demonic creatures--creatures that will inhabit the bodies of his "vampyre" army. When Wulf kidnaps Josh, Steel must find them in time to save Josh from a violent death and to prevent Wulf from unleashing "vampyre majick" on the world."
This spine chilling book sets off into motion with the words" The knife's surface was drappled with raindrops, but the assassin could still see the reflection of her lips...."
The author is a self-professed Christian, and that belief (becoming saved) permeates the book. It seems like a fixed fight. After all, are you going to have evil win? And there certainly are good heroes like Jonathan Steel and villains, such as “Raven” the code name for female assassin, Elizabeth Allen Poe. But there is also Josh, a high school kid whose mother died in the first book. He is a new Christian but a little disillusioned by his protector, Steel, and drawn back to a cult of vampires (one of which is his girlfriend, Ila). The book asks the intriguing question: Would someone renounce their faith to save another? There are some other colorful characters who add texture to the tale: a six-foot seven homeless man helping Steel, the 12th Demon, Wulf, and a tough woman cop, Lieutenant Kane. .
You will find an angry hero in misfit with strange issues of amnesia. Certainly there are demons.The action makes you dizzy and some of the metamorphoses are cinematic to say the least: “Vivian struggled in the grip of Wulf’s claws, snapping her head back and forth. She moved with a rapid, nightmarish staccato, and her face began to change. Her mouth widened and revealed a row of sharp teeth. Her hair writhed into black tentacles, and her arms become jointed, chitinous appendages. Huge, white orbs filled her eyes. She seemed a combination of creatures: the teeth of a shark, the limbs of a praying mantis, and the tentacles of a squid.”
Great dialogue, plenty of back story, a brief history of vampirism and even a snippet or two of theology (one character’s theory is that Satan originally dispatched twelve demons to counteract each of Jesus’s twelve disciples), plus a few little nuggets for those paying close attention (two of the young vampires are called “Spike” and “Stake,” Wulf’s pharmaceutical company is located in Romania (Transylvania)). The ending is a bit convoluted, but it leaves the door open for the next book. Whether or not this is your taste in reading (you should have an imagination that reaches well beyond the literal) you have to admire the prodigious mind that put all this on paper in such a though provoking, yet entertaining form. Now that’s miraculous!
Witches-the name itself is reminiscent of all that is not pagan...though not true...sorcery was aimed to do better with Mother Earth but then there is a dark side to everything...If we turn back the pages of English Legal History, we will find that The Pendle Witches or Lancashire Witches were infamously famous...In the year 1612, at Lancaster Gaol, in the English county of Lancashire, ten men and women were hanged for the crime of witchcraft.
The Pendle Witches, as they became known, were believed to have been responsible for the murder by witchcraft of seventeen people in and around the Forest of Pendle.
There were in total thirteen Pendle Witches: Alizon Device, Elizabeth Device, James Device, Anne Whittle, alias Chattox, Anne Redferne, Alice Nutter, Katherine Hewitt, John Bulcock, Jane Bulcock & Isobel Robey were the ten hanged at Lancaster gaol.
Elizabeth Southerns, alias Demdike, died in Lancaster Gaol awaiting trial, but was nevertheless considered to be a witch on the basis of evidence already given. Jennet Preston, who lived just over the Lancashire border, was tried in Yorkshire and hanged at York in 1612. Finally, Magaret Pearson was found guilty of witchcraft at Lancaster, but not murder, and received a sentance of one years imprisonment.
Felony and murders seemed to be at a culminating point with these wizards..These Pendle Witches were accused of selling their souls to familiar spirits or messengers of Satan who would appear in a human or animal form. As a token for the souls, these witches recieved the power ti kill and slaughter anyone they pleased.So much is known about the Pendle Witches because the proceedings of the Lancashire trial where recorded by the clerk of the court Thomas Potts and published in the book: The Wonderful Discoverie of Witches in the Countie of Lancaster.
The majority of the evidence came from the confessions of just four of the accused: Alizon Device, her brother James Device, their grandmother Demdike, and their enemy Chattox. Demdike tells how she sold her soul to a spirit named 'Tibb'.
"The said elizabeth southerns confesseth, and sayth; that about twentie yeares past, as she was comming homeward from begging, there met her this examinate neere unto a stonepit in gouldshey, in the sayd forrest of pendle, a spirit or devil in the shape of a boy, the one half of his coate blacke, and the other browne, who bade this examinate stay, saying to her, that if she would give him her soule, she should have any thing that she would request. Whereupon this examinate demanded his name? And the spirit answered, his name was tibb: and so this examinate in hope of such gain as was promised by the sayd devill or tibb, was contented to give her soule to the said spirit: and for the space of five or sixe yeares next after, the sayd spirit or devill appeared at sundry times unto her this examinate about day-light gate, always bidding her stay, and asking her this examinate what she would have or do. To whom this examinate replyed, nay nothing: for she this examinate said, she wanted nothing yet."
Since I'm making lais, Bisclavret Is one I don't want to forget. In Breton, "Bisclavret"'s the name; "Garwolf" in Norman means the same. Long ago you heard the tale told-- And it used to happen, in days of old-- Quite a few men became garwolves, And set up housekeeping in the woods. A garwolf is a savage beast, While the fury's on it, at least: Eats men, wreaks evil, does no good, Living and roaming in the deep wood. Now I'll leave this topic set. I want to tell you about Bisclavret.
In Brittany there dwelt a lord; Wondrous praise of him I've heard: A handsome knight, an able man, He was, and acted like, a noble man. His lord the King held him dear, And so did his neighbors far and near.
He'd married a worthy woman, truly; Always she acted so beautifully.
He loved her, she him: they loved each other. But one thing was a bother: Every week he was lost to her For three whole days, she didn't know where, What became of him, what might befall Him; his people knew nothing at all. He came home to his house one day, So joyous he was, happy and gay; She began to ask him and inquire: "My lord," she said, "my friend, my dear, There's just one thing I might care To ask, if only I might dare-- But I'm afraid that you'll get angry, And, more than anything, that scares me." He hugged her when he heard all this, Drew her close and gave her a kiss. "My lady," he said, "Ask me now! Anything you want to know, If I can, I'll tell you." "Sir, By my faith, you work my cure. My lord, I'm in terror every day, Those days when you've gone away, My heart is so full of fear, I'm so afraid I'll lose you, dear-- If I don't get some help, some healing, I will die soon of what I'm feeling! Where do you go? Now you must say What life you live, where do you stay? You are in love--that's it, I know-- And you do wrong if this is so!" "My lady," he said, "Please, God above! I'll suffer great harm if I tell you: I'll drive you off, right out of love, And lose my own self if I do."
The lady heard how he refused. She was not the least amused. She brought it up again, and often She would flatter him and cozen Him to tell her his adventure-- Till, hiding nothing, he told her. "My lady, I turn bisclavret; I plunge into that great forest. In thick woods I like it best. I live on what prey I can get." When he'd told her all the story She asked, inquired one thing more: he Undressed? Or what did he wear? "My lady," he said, "I go all bare." "Where are your clothes? Tell, for God's sake." "My lady, I won't say this, no; For if I lost them by this mistake, From that moment on, I'd know I'd stay a bisclavret forever; Nothing could help me, I'd never Change back till I got them again. That's why I don't want it known." "My lord," the lady replied, "It's true More than all the world I love you. You should hide nothing from me, nor Ever doubt I'm loyal in any affair. That would not seem like true friendship. How have I ever sinned? What slip Makes me seem untrustworthy to you? Do what's right! Now tell me, do!" She nagged him thus, and thus harassed Him till he just had to tell, at last. "My lady," he said, "near that wood, Where I come home, along that road, Standing there is an old chapel, Which often serves me well. The stone is there, hollow and wide, Beneath a bush, dug out inside; I put my clothes there under the bush Until I can come back to the house."
The lady heard this marvel, this wonder. In terror she blushed all bright red, Filled with fear by this adventure. Often and often passed through her head Plans to get right out, escape, for She didn't want ever to share his bed.
A knight in that country there Who long had loved the lady fair, Begging her so, praying hard, Giving generously to win her regard (She had never loved him before this, Nor let him think her love was his)-- She sent a messenger to bring Him to her, and told him everything.
"My friend, my dear," she said, "be glad! You've been tormented, driven, sad Wanting what I'll give you today-- No-one will ever say you nay-- I grant you my love and my body, too: Take me, make me your lover, you!"
He thanks her very gratefully. He takes her pledge made solemnly-- She swears an oath on the engagement. Then she told him how her lord went Away, and what he turned into. The path he'd always taken to Enter the forest--this she shows; She sent him to get his clothes. Thus was Bisclavret betrayed And by his own wife waylaid.
Having lost him so often, indeed, Everyone generally agreed That he had finally left for good. He was looked for, inquiries pursued, But they couldn't find a trace. Finally they closed the case. The lady's marriage was celebrated To the fellow who'd loved and waited.
So, a whole year, matters rest, Until the King went hunting one day. He went straight to the forest Where the bisclavret used to stay. When the hounds were loosed and let Run, they found the bisclavret. They chased him always that long day, The huntsmen and the coursing dogs, Till they had him--almost--at bay And they would have torn him to rags, But then he picked out the King And ran there for mercy. To beg, He seizes the King's stirrup-ring, And kisses his foot and leg. The King sees this, and feels great fear; He calls all his companions over. "My lords," he says, "come, come here! Behold this marvel, see this wonder. How this beast bows down to me! Its sense is human. It begs for mercy. Drive me those dogs away again, See that no-one strikes a blow! This beast understands, feels like a man. Let's get going! You're all too slow! To the beast my peace I'll grant. Now, no more today will I hunt."
With that, the King turns and goes. The bisclavret follows him close; It won't escape, it stays right near. Losing him is its only fear. The King leads it back to his castle keep; It pleases him, his delight is deep For he's never seen such a creature. He's decided it's a marvel of nature, And treats it as a great treasure. He tells his people it's his pleasure For them to take the best of care Of it; let no-one harm it, or dare To strike it, for love of the King. It must be fed well and given drink. They're all glad to care for and keep It; every day it goes to sleep Among the knights, close to the King. Every man thinks it a precious thing, For it's so gentle, well-bred, polite, It never would do what isn't right. Wherever the King might go It didn't want to be separated, so It went along with him constantly. That it loved him was easy to see.
Now listen to what happened next. The King was holding court; he'd asked That all his barons attend him, Those who owed their land to him, To help him hold his high feast-day, And see him served in a royal way. That very knight came to the feast, Well equipped and richly dressed, Who had married Bisclavret's wife. He never thought nor reckoned To find him so close in his life. He came to the palace; the second That Bisclavret saw him standing around, He made for him with a single bound, Bit into him and dragged him off. He would have treated him very rough If the King hadn't called him back And threatened him with a stick. He tried to bite him twice before night. Many folks were amazed at the sight; For never had he acted this way To any man he'd seen, until this day. All those of the household insist There must be a reason he's doing this. He's hurt him, gave him some offense-- For he'd be glad to take vengeance. This time he lets it drop Until the feast has broken up And the lords take leave; each baron Returns to his home, one by one. The knight has left, I happen to know, Among the very first to go, He whom Bisclavret attacked; He hates him--not a surprising fact.
Some time later (not very long, I think, unless I heard it wrong), The King went riding in the wood, That courteous King, so wise and good, That wood where they'd found Bisclavret, And he came along with him. At Night, time to retire for the day, In a country lodging he lay. Bisclavret's wife knew it; she dressed Herself in her attractive best, Next day, to go speak to the King-- Sent him a gift, some costly thing. When Bisclavret saw her entrance, No man could have held him back; He ran like mad to the attack-- Listen now to his fine vengeance: He tore her nose right off her face. Could anything be worse than this is? Now they surround him in that place, They're ready to cut him in pieces, When a wise fellow tells the King, "My Lord," he says, "Hear what I say: It's with you this beast's been living And every one of us here today Has watched him a long time; beside Him we've travelled far and wide. He's never before hurt anyone, Or shown a criminal disposition, Except to this lady you see here. By the faith I owe you, it's clear He holds some grudge or other Against her and her lord together. This is the wife of that knight who Used to be so dear to you, Who was lost such a long time ago; What happened to him, we don't know. Now try this lady with some torture, And see if she doesn't have more to Tell you why the beast hates her! If she knows, make her say it! Many strange things we see occur In Brittany, early and late."
With this advice the King agrees. On the one hand, the knight they seize; The lady's taken, on the other, And seriously made to suffer. From pain just as much as from fear, She told him her lord's whole affair: How she'd betrayed him, she said, And taken away the clothes that he shed, The adventure he'd told, so she'd know, What he became and where he'd go. Since she'd stolen all his linen, In his lands he'd not been seen; But she believed--her mind was set-- The beast was indeed Bisclavret. The King wants the clothes on the spot; Whether the lady wants to or not She has them brought back out And given to the Bisclavret. They set them down in front of his nose, But Bisclavret ignores the clothes. That wise fellow speaks to the King, Who'd given the other advice, too: "Sire, you're doing the wrong thing. He will never make the least Move to get dressed in front of you And change from the form of a beast. This is terrible--you don't know-- Something he's far too ashamed to show. Have him taken to your own room, And his lost clothes brought with him; A good long time, leave him alone; Then we'll see if he becomes a man."
The King himself took Bisclavret Inside, and closed all the doors tight; He returned when the time was done. He brought along two barons, not one. They entered the chamber, all three. On the king's royal bed, they see Lying fast asleep, the knight. The king ran to hug him tight; He kissed him a hundred times that day. When he catches his breath, he hands Him back all his fiefs and lands, And more presents than I will say.
The lady, now, they expell From that realm, from that time forward. He goes with her, as well, For whom she betrayed her lord. She had plenty of children; grown, They were, all of them, quite well-known, By their looks, their facial assembly: More than one woman of that family Was born without a nose to blow, And lived denosed. It's true! It's so!
The adventure you have heard Is true--don't doubt a single word. Of Bisclavret they made the lay, To remember, forever and a day.
Being a web worker, i get ample of scope to browse the net and suck out all that is spooky and scintillating...I know many of you will think that i am crazy.yea i am.but who isn't??If i am talking about something weird then there are millions who are reading it as well..It is such a provocative aspect....Your senses will automatically get stuck up even if you are a non-believer!!!!!!!
As i was travelling across the pages of some paranormal activities, i stopped at something called "Ghost Hunting".can you imagine?? I have heard ghosts hunt but how can we hunt ghosts?????? Yes, this is true....It is a community in UK.....London and Scotland with its haunting castles and a rich gothic literature seems to be a hotspot of the ghosts!!! London has always been a place teeming with paranormal activities with myriad stories of apparitions, poltergeists and bloody vampires.
London Paranormal is London's premier ghost hunting community. They engage in offering overnight paranormal investigations at some of the capital's and the south-east's most and least known haunted locations, giving the public the chance to experience the paranormal with a non-biased, open minded, viewpoint.
There was a recent activity : SPOOKY SUFFOLK SUMMER: "Spooky Suffolk Summer" comes to it's climax at the county's best known and largest museum. The Museum of East Anglian Life in Stowmarket extends over 75 acres, upon which sits 15 restored historic buildings. Our Location for the night, Abbots Hall (currently not open to the visitors) lies at the heart of the museum and is reputed to house a wandering apparition that scares people senseless, leaving them to run and never return. The current Abbots Hall was built in 1709 upon the site of an older house, on land once owned by the Abbot of St Osyth. The Hall is situated in historic gardens, although the property is currently not open to the visitors of the museum. There is a lesser known fact that Mary Tudor has a connection to the estate. Like most historical properties, it has seen extensive rebuilding and extension over the centuries and has been the ancestral home to several families. The current house is built in classic Queen Anne style and its faded grandeur is seen in many of the rooms; however they still seem to exude the personality of the past inhabitants. The last owners, sisters Vera and Edna Longe set the land aside for the development of the Museum of East Anglain Life.
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