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Missing 411: Faery Led?


I have finally gotten copies of David Paulides’ Missing 411 books and am making my way through them slowly (lots of other reading to do). I am finished with the Eastern United States book and will be going on from there. I realize that Mr. Paulides has now moved into some city cases so I am a little behind the times but I felt a need to get down some thoughts and impressions that I have had since I last wrote about this subject.

First of all, I will state right away that I am not attached to any one solution for this mystery and, furthermore, that I do not feel that there is a universal explanation of the cases. As I have said in the previous writings just linked, there are multiple causes for these disappearances. My own psychic experiences have only enhanced this opinion.

Here are some of the other things that have come out as I have investigated in my own psychic and magical way:

  1. A spirit with whom I have a very close relationship got very uncomfortable when I brought up these cases. Now understand that this being is very protective of me but the spirit warned me outright that some of these cases are the results of predators that “are not of this world” coming through and taking people. I asked specifically if this was related to what humans call ET abduction and the spirit showed me that these ‘predators’ were simply alien and not necessarily in the sense of being off planet.
  2. In one shamanic journey that I took, I asked to be shown the site of a recent disappearance. I was transported into a wooded area (sorry, I am not sure where exactly this was – the vision could have been entirely symbolic) and shown a path that led by a huge boulder in what looked to be old growth forest. At first, I did not notice anything amiss but, as I walked around the area in spirit, I became aware that the feel of the place seemed ‘off’. I changed my angle of view and realized that there was, for want of a better term, a hole in the pathway. I approached carefully as the animal guide with me was not happy about any of this and noted that, when I looked directly into the hole, my perception was of looking into space. I believe that anyone who walked into the hole would not likely be seen again.
  3. As I read the Missing 411 book noted above, it became obvious that, in many instances, the person missing could not be tracked by dogs and left little sign behind for human trackers. In those cases where tracking did work, the subject behaved in a completely uncharacteristic manner – wandering off of safe trails, out of back yards, away from the safety of homes – only to disappear and either never be seen again or to be recovered later under mysterious circumstances. As I read, I could not help but recall the faery lore of Europe where those Faery of the ‘Unseelie” variety, the ones who view humans as prey or, at best, subjects for cruel sport, would attract the attention of a human and then lead them away into the Otherworld. Often this dastardly deed would be accomplished by the appearance of lights that led the subject into a swamp or marsh (geography that appears often in the 411 cases) or by the use of glamour to make the person believe they were following a trusted companion or by the use of glamour to seduce the traveller into following. In any event, the person who was Faery led generally disappeared completely (or sometimes drowned in a swamp) and was only ever seen again if the Faery released him or her, often through the exigency of a concerned relative who knew the lore of recovery.

Given my own impressions of heavy Faery activity in an area not far from one of the Missing 411 clusters (I lived for a while in the Catskills, near the Adirondacks) and the discomfort expressed by both spirit helpers above, it certainly seems likely that some of the predators not of this world are Faery in origin and, if we look with eyes to see, we understand that there is a large body of lore that bears on the Faery kidnapping humans, particularly children.  I would note, too, the prevalence of bad weather following these events; The Fae certainly have the ability to effect local weather patterns and have been known to do so when locals aroused either their affection or ire.


Short Follow Up: Alert – Cryptid Roaming Denver Suburbs

I caught this report on Phantoms and Monsters this morning after my own blog posted. The being described in this post sounds very similar to the thing that I saw snatching people off of pathways in the vision reported in my blog this morning. I think that this percipient is quite lucky that he did not become one of the missing and I will be interested to see the witness’ sketch.

In my own psychic impressions, I thought this being might be some predator out of the Faery realm (as I have often mentioned, the Faery can be entities of great power and not all of them take kindly to humans) but, in some ways, the speed and ‘shiftiness’ of the being remind me of the many skinwalker reports from the desert Southwest. The short black fur over black skin reminded me of the manwolf reports specific to people seeing the beings in their homes (this would be the ‘Anubis’ sort of manwolf).

In any event, I would not assume that this being and entities like it are harmless. Remember that some astral entities have the ability to wrap themselves in etheric substance as they come through and are therefore able to cause real physical harm. If you see something like the being described in the Phantoms and Monsters post, do exactly as this witness did, do not run (may invoke the predatory response) but move carefully and quickly away from the entity and out of its sight. Only try to record the event if you can do so safely. A spectacular video is not worth your safety.

Reply to a Reader: Respect for Sites

I had the following comment from a reader and wanted to take a few moments to post something in reply:

I’m . . . visiting Superstition Mountains this weekend. I’m not interested in gold, more interested in learning more about vortexes and cryptozoological sightings. I’d like to do so in a respectful, cautious, and open-minded manner.

First of all, thank you for your comment and your question. The very fact that you have asked the question likely means that you are in no serious danger of doing something disrespectful that might get you in trouble. Respect starts with awareness and you seem to have that already.

Specific to the Superstition area, while I am sure there are vortexes (areas where one or more ley lines intersect and cause a power center), I did not encounter any in that area. That’s not to say that they are not there, just that I did not happen to walk into one, nor am I aware of anyone having surveyed and mapped vortexes in that area. Sedona, a little farther north of the Phoenix area, is famous for its vortexes and there are maps aplenty of those, some of which you can find online.

There have been some Sasquatch type sightings on the Mogollon Rim (again, just north of the Phoenix metroplex) and I believe that there is at least one in the area just to the south of the range so a cryptozoological encounter is not impossible but not as likely as it would be further north in AZ.

As I mentioned in my post on the Superstitions, the area is sacred ground to the Apache. Much of your experience will depend on where you go. If you stay on “the beaten path”, then my impression is that the spirits of the place will more or less leave you be. They have grown accustomed to people wandering through their demesne and, while they will keep an eye on you (that feeling of being watched) in some places, that is no cause for concern.

Where you have to be more careful is if you choose to leave the designated trails in the area, particularly if you are going to be over-nighting. If you are going to bushwhack at all, look to your physical safety first: travel with a partner, or if you are alone, at least be sure someone knows where you are and when you should be back. Carry a good first aid kit (many slip and fall hazards in addition to snakes beginning to move around this time of year) and more water than you think you will need. The desert is DRY and it dries you out more quickly than you might think. Supply lists can be found on many backpacking sites and how much you carry will depend on how long you are going to be out.

On the psychic/spiritual level, my biggest advice is to maintain your attitude of respect and, as I mentioned in the earlier blog, listen carefully to your gut. If you happen to wander into one of those “dead zones” that I describe in the article, then back out slowly. If you feel that something is not right, that some place might be dangerous, that you are being watched and the feeling becomes oppressive or if you feel presences you are uncomfortable with then my best advice is to leave whatever area this occurs in. If this means a detour then so be it. Do not let your route dictate your safety and, if your navigation skills are not up to plotting such a route, simply go back the way you came. Discretion is the better part of valor in this area.

Apache people traditionally make offerings and do blessings with cornmeal so it might be useful to carry some with you. If you stumble across anything that you fear you might have offended, leave a pinch of cornmeal on a rock or the ground, explain quietly that you meant no disrespect and leave the area. This same technique can work if you come into an area with “friendlies”. Offer a pinch of cornmeal, explain that you have come in peace to learn about the area and its inhabitants both visible and invisible and ask to be introduced. Sit quietly, turn your attention inward (meditate if you are of that bent) and see what manifests. You may see nothing, you may see things with your inner vision or you might be lucky enough to see something with your physical eyes. I’ve had some encounters in that area with beings that appeared solid but were definitely creatures from Southwestern myth.

One other thing in the respect realm: there is an old backpacker saying – leave only footprints, take only photos. This applies doubly in this wilderness area. Not only is leaving trash around ecologically unsound, it is extremely disrespectful of the local supernatural fauna. How would you feel if someone walked into your home and left their candy wrappers and cigarette butts laying on your carpet? Be sure to pack out everything you take in and, if nature calls, use proper wilderness disposal techniques. The discourtesy that some people have in the wild provides you with another ‘offering’ you can make to the ‘locals’. I used to take a bag with me when I went into the mountain ranges around Phoenix so that I could pick up trash and cigarette butts along the trails. You would be amazed at the amount of good will this generated in the Otherworld.

In summary, your best defense in this area is an attitude of respect. I can almost guarantee you that, if you walk softly in the area, make some offerings as suggested above and listen with all your senses, you will come away from the experience with some stories to tell. Enjoy your time in one of the great wilderness areas of the US!

Stormeye’s Real Life Adventures: Superstition Mountains

I mentioned in my last post that there are places in the world where humans are not welcome. I thought I would expand on that thought in this post.

I lived in the Phoenix, AZ, area for 13 years in my late 20’s and then into my 30’s. Looking back, I can see that my sojourn in the desert was Spirit’s way of stripping me of a lot of the emotional baggage that I carried with me from my youth. I really began my spiritual quest while I lived in the “Valley of the Sun” and that quest took me to some interesting places both spiritually and physically.

Anyone who has lived in the Phoenix area for long, and particularly in the East Valley suburbs like Tempe and Mesa, knows the location of the Superstition Mountain range. The Superstitions, as they are called, are a directional touch stone – look up, find the Superstitions and you will know which way is east on that vast desert floor. There are also mountains in the south (South Mountain), west (White Mountains) and north (forgot the name) but it is the Superstition range that really attracts the attention in the East Valley.

The Nde or Ndee as the tribe known as Apache call themselves believed that the Superstition range was home to their thunder beings, called the Idnahin if I remember correctly). If you have ever lived through a desert thunderstorm in that area, you will quickly understand why – storms often come up over those mountains and then move out over the valley floor. If you have never seen the Superstition range, here is a travel blog with some images. While they are not incredibly tall, these mountains epitomize to me, the jagged, spare beauty of the desert.

I spent a lot of time hiking in AZ, getting outdoors to clear my head, commune with Nature and generally try to establish some sort of spiritual practice tied to the Land. My hikes took me into many of the mountain regions of the area, from the urban fitness trail at Squaw Peak – in the middle of downtown Phoenix – to the more isolated Pass Mountain Trail in Usery Mountain Park. I can not say that I had a favorite spot but my first hike up the Peralta Trail to a structure called the Anvil in the Superstitions really hooked me. Although it was something of a drive out to the Superstitions from where I lived, I tried to make it out there as often as I could.

Now, those who know something of the history of the place know the legend of the Lost Dutchman’s gold mine. That story is easily accessible on multiple sites and I will leave it to the reader to research the tale if he or she is curious. The interesting thing to me about this tale is the notion that no one is ever going to find this gold mine since it is protected by vengeful Native American spirits. Those who seek the mine are insured of a disastrous outcome, either meeting their deaths on the mountain itself or by cursed bad luck elsewhere. Most people shrug this off as “superstition” but that does not stop the locals, who have been there for some generations, from whispering about unexplained disappearances in the area.

My experience of the Superstitions seemed to bear out this caution from the locals. On my first couple of visits, I stayed on designated paths with other people nearby and, other than noting a distinct sense of being watched as I passed near some rock formations overhead, nothing really gave me the “willies”. As I became more experienced in those mountains, however, I would at times follow game trails or other natural walkways off the beaten path so that I could enjoy the solitude of the desert.

It was during one of these sojourns that I first discovered that this land was not as friendly as it seemed on the tourist trails. I had hiked in some distance on one of the major trails when I noted a game trail running off to the right into a small canyon. This looked like an interesting place to explore so I followed the little trail. I had rounded some rocks about 25 to 50 yards in and so was out of sight of the main trail when I walked into a wall of darkness.

I mean this quite literally. One moment, in my perception, I was walking in bright sunlight and, the next, the light had taken on the dim filtered aspect of a cloud covered day. I stopped, feeling a little chilled, despite the warmth of the day (it was already in the high 80’s and headed for a high in the 100’s) and looked behind me. Everything looked normal except that I had the perception of looking through dark glasses and my hackles were standing up as though I had just heard the growl or a cougar at close range. My inner senses were shouting “danger” but I was not “seeing” anything that would provoke that sense.

Nonetheless, I began to back slowly out of the little side canyon, talking quietly to whatever might be there and letting it know that I meant no disrespect and that I was leaving. An oppressive stillness filled the air, the air of expectancy that fills the atmosphere before a storm lets go with its full fury. I backed around the rock outcropping that seemed to be the demarcation point and moved into warm clear sunlight. It was as though nothing at all had happened and, for just a moment, I wondered if I had somehow fallen asleep and had a nightmare. I walked up to the rock outcropping and looked around the corner. In my perception, despite the bright sun in which I was standing, it was darker in the canyon than it should have been. Just to be certain, I stretched out my hand. I could feel the “barrier” of cold and hostility. There was nothing more that I could do and I certainly did not want to tangle with whatever was in that canyon so I hiked on.

In Scottish faery lore, there are two courts of Sith (Sidhe in Irish Gaelic – the faery folk) – the Seelie Court and the Unseelie Court. The Unseelie were those faery beings who were actively hostile to humans, for whatever reason, and they and their haunts were avoided like the plague. I make no claim that what I encountered that day in the Superstitions was an Unseelie court faery but it certainly was a nature spirit that appeared to be aligned to the destructive aspect of storms and it was not happy to have a human encroaching on its space.

My advice to those who would like to visit this lovely places is to travel in groups, stay on the main trails, camp only in designated areas and be sure to have camp set up and light sources available before dark. Also, if you have that experience of hackles rising or any bodily feeling that you associate with danger, whether you see anything or not, clear the area.

The Devil Went Down to Georgia

Those of a certain age, when they think of the state of Georgia, may hear an old Charlie Daniels Band tune playing in their head. For those of you not familiar with the song, “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” is a classic Southern Rock tune that tells the story of the devil getting into a fiddling contest with a young man named Johnny. Johnny cleans the devil’s clock and wins a golden fiddle from Old Nick but it is made clear that he does this at risk of his immortal soul.

The devil seems to pop up a lot in Southern lore. There were persistent rumors that the blues man, Robert Johnson, sold his soul to the devil in order to become one of the best blues guitar players of his time. Like the Scottish pipers and fiddlers who were said to have gained their skill from the faery, any musician who showed a sudden, marked increase in talent could be the subject of whispers that he or she had gone down to the crossroads and made a deal with that ole devil. The question that we have to ask ourselves though is, who is this devil that everyone seemed to be making a deal with?

No, Virginia, we are not talking about a whole herd of Satanists selling themselves to the Christian Adversary. While Satan and his minions certainly do exist, I would maintain that they are, for the most part, creatures who the people of the Abrahamic religions have given great power through their fear and loathing (and sometimes secret desire to just give in and sin a little bit). I am the first to say that there are predators in the Otherworld and that there may even be beings who are the unbalanced versions of the angelic host but I do not see a demon under every rock and I certainly do not feel that Satan, the Prince of this alleged group of fallen angels, spends a lot of time hanging around crossroads trying to collect souls one at a time.

Rather, I suspect that the “devil” that is encountered at the crossroads is an altogether different sort of being. In the Afro-Carribean religions such as Vodou, crossroads are the specific haunts of the lwa known as Papa Legba, the opener of the way between the world of men and the world of the lwa. The Greeks had Hekate, the Lady of the Three Fold Way, as their crossroads deity and so popular was she that her statues adorned many crossroads in Greece and offerings were laid at her feet to ensure safe travel. We can even see traces of the crossroads idea in the Norse Odhinn to whom crossroads were sacred (although, I would not ask the Old One for safe travel, crossroads were the site of hangings and the hanged were sacred to Him).

So, crossroads deities seem to have a strong tie in with the idea of opening the way. Sometimes, the way is a physical one and the appeal is for safe travel in this world. At other times, those who walk the inner planes will work with a Way Opener in order to facilitate and ease their own travels.

There is another way in which the Opener of the Way can assist someone. In those circumstances where an individual feels blocked or obstructed in some way, they can ask the assistance of one of the Way Openers to help clear that obstruction or even to help them learn a skill that will assist them in walking their road through life. This is where deals with the “devil” come in.

Orion Foxwood recently published a book on conjure called The Candle and the Crossroads and one of the very interesting chapters in that book deals with just this phenomenon. Mr. Foxwood refers to the being with which one deals at the crossroads as the Dark Rider and this is what he has to say about that being:

. . .I was told that he was not evil but rather very old and powerful and that he came from either Africa or Europe. I think he came from both places.

There is a lot of information in the name the Dark Rider. First, he is dark, or at least made out of the power of the night. This suggests that he is an in-between spirit who can only be encountered when light and night dance under the shadow of true moon. Second, he is a rider, or in movement, which indicates that his power and spirit nature is change . . .

Foxwood also states, “But I warn you that though he does not require you to sell your immortal soul to him, he does require integrity and a promise from you in exchange for the road openings he provides . . . “. I think it goes without saying that this is a being that one would not want to trifle with and that, if you give your word, you had better be very sure you can keep it. If approached with respect (and Foxwood presents a fairly simple rite for doing this) the Dark Rider can and will open the way for the petitioner in practically any aspect of life.

As I mentioned before, it is not unknown for someone who wishes to learn an instrument, for example, to petition the Dark Rider for “lessons”. There are even stories of this “man” appearing to the fledgling musician, taking the instrument, tuning it and handing it back after playing a little riff. After that meeting, the musician was quickly able to learn his chosen instrument.

Since all things are supposed to come from God in the Abrahamic religions, it is no wonder that this powerful spirit has been demonized and turned into yet another version of the “devil”. While I do not encourage people to go out and seek the Dark Rider unless and until they have had some good training in conjure, my own work with crossroads spirits tells me that, while this fellow could scare the bejabbers out of you, he is not innately evil or seeking to “get over” on you.

If you are at all interested in conjure, I recommend Foxwood’s work as a good way to get grounded into and started with that practice.

The English Werewolf

Link: http://malcolmsanomalies.blogspot.com.au/2013/07/the-english-werewolf.html

I forget where I gathered the link to this blog but, as an unabashed lover of werewolf lore, I could not resist a title like this. The thing that disturbs me about this case though, is the implication that werewolf = demonic possession. This misconception comes from the Middle Ages witch hunters and writers such as Montague Summers who, while providing us with some outstanding examples of werewolf lore, also let their religious beliefs tinge their perception of the stories.

A real werewolf is a rare thing since the perfection of the skill requires the sort of discipline and concentration that you only see in high level athletes and occultists. ’Tis not as easy as some of the werewolf tales seem to imply; the power of the werewolf is in building up an etheric body that is “present” enough to be perceived physically and then being able to “wear” that body, to in fact blend with the body so that the wearer is able to move and behave like the animal. In my view, to be a really good werewolf, one would not only have to have the skill of building up this sort of etheric shell but also a strong connection with the spirit of the wolf in order to incorporate the proper behaviors.

So, to begin with, William David Ramsey was not a “real” werewolf in the sense of the word that I use above. There is no indication that Mr. Ramsey had any sort of magical skill and it is clearly evident that he had no control whatsoever over his “change”. What is evident is that Mr. Ramsey suffered from “fits” in which he lost control of himself and behaved in an animalistic fashion. From the accounts, we can deduce that Mr. Ramsey possessed greater than normal strength during these “fits” and that the only thing that would calm him was massive doses of sedatives. Obviously, the poor man was in a bad way and suffered from a debility that had to create great stress in his life.

Then, along come the Warrens. Now, I have some strong issues with these two (well, one now, Ed Warren passed on a while back). I could say a lot of things about the Warrens but one thought will suffice: what individual who deals with the Intruders on a regular basis and knows their strength would keep a museum full of items from their worst cases including a doll which is allegedly haunted/possessed by a spirit that has done grave injury to people? There are magical ways to deal with such things but these remedies would render the object inert and thus not worthy of publicity. Draw your own conclusions but suffice to say that Lorraine Warren would be the last person I would want to see at a hostile haunting and I would be as inclined to banish her as I would any disharmonic entity.

Now, about Mr. Ramsey. I think that one could make a pretty good case for some type of periodic psychosis here, perhaps even clinical lycanthropy, although I saw no evidence of Mr. Ramsey claiming to transform into anything. He did see himself as a wolf but never seemed to make the claim that he actually became the wolf. We would need to delve deeply into each of the fits and look for a trigger mechanism that set off the incident. I notice, for example, that in a couple of the cases, Mr. Ramsey had been partaking at the local pub. If we follow the mental health model, then something in this man’s psyche, probably deeply repressed was triggering these fits and bringing out the beast within. I can only conjecture what that trigger might be but I do note that on all occasions, Mr. Ramsey seemed to be trying to defend himself.

While there were tests run by the various psychiatric institutions that Mr. Ramsey visited, a periodic illness, like a periodic problem with your car, is extremely difficult to diagnose. Even if we jump to the paranormal, though, we have some issues. If this was some sort of spirit then it obviously had the ability to take Mr. Ramsey over completely. My question to the erstwhile Warrens would be: if this were a demon, an entity that, by definition, seeks to displace the human from his or her body and then wreak havoc until the host dies or is severely injured, why did this being not take Mr. Ramsey over and kill him?

In most cases of demonic possession that come to the attention of an exorcist, the possessed is at least trying to fight off the entity. Mr. Ramsey made no such effort, succumbing completely to his fits until they had passed. This fact alone would indicate to me that rather than a demon, Mr. Ramsey might have run afoul of something in the daemonic or Faery realm that was having a bit of good fun with him periodically. This would make more sense to me since neither of these types of spirits would be interested in a long term possession but could certainly have the power to effect a personality and the vindictiveness or even mischievousness to cause these “fugues” if they desired to do so. Remember, for example, that the djinn (who fall into the Faery realm in my system) are known shapeshifters and are known to possess people. One of their favorite forms is a black dog so, again, draw your own conclusions.

My point in all this? Demonologist will find demons. Ghost hunters will find ghosts. UFOlogists will find aliens. Your perceptions guide what you will see and sense. It is easy to go into a situation like this one and go straight to the demon hypothesis and, in this case, to our knowledge, the exorcism did benefit the victim. I wonder what the Warrens would have had to say if this spirit had laughed, spit in their faces and come after them though. That is the risk that one takes when dealing with spirits without accurate diagnosis and knowledge of treatment. A one size fits all solution is going to fail at some point and chances are good that, when it does, it will happen at the worst possible moment.

First Impressions of My New Home

The great moving adventure is almost complete. After weeks of planning, phone calls, packing, frustration and general mayhem, and a moving company that was less then stellar in their performance, I am finally in my new place in the foothills of the Catskills in New York state (about 45 minutes south of Albany, for those of you who might know the area). There are still boxes to unpack but the furniture is settled, the computers are set up and my internet access is up. Amazingly, this provider seems to be higher speed and more stable than the one in Georgia so I am happy about that.

I have not had a great deal of time to explore yet but I just had to comment on the “feel” of this new area. While I am a Southerner by birth (originally from Texas) and I felt very comfortable with the manners and culture of Georgia, I never really felt at home there. For one thing, even though Columbus was not a huge city, I was coming from a semi-rural area in New York state. I did not realize, until I got to this new location, how “noisy” my apartment in Georgia had been.

Now, yes, I am talking about the sort of noise where people are wandering around talking and playing their radios too loud but, mostly, I am referring to the sort of psychic noise one experiences when one is at all sensitive and placed into close proximity to a lot of people who are all packed together. I am no telepath; I did not sit around in my apartment picking out the thoughts of those around me but I was, unconsciously, always aware of everyone in the dwellings around me. There was a sense of pressure that has been relieved since my new place is the top story of an old home with only one person (the landlord) living below me.

That, in and of itself, is a blessed event but I have to say that the Land here feels completely different in a strange and wonderful way. Again, I liked Georgia just fine but I never had the sense of belonging there that I did after I had sunk roots in Western New York where I had lived previously. As I drive and walk around my new home though, I am struck by an almost golden aura over the forests that gives me moments of deep peace and wellbeing and a strong desire to go and lose myself in those forests for a while and commune with Those who live there. Of course, it is coming into autumn, the season of my birth and my favorite time of year, but I never had this sense of peace about the forest and Land of Georgia. There is definitely something here that speaks to me.

The other thing that I have noticed as I have acquainted myself with my new home, is a surfeit of faery. The house where I have my apartment is surrounded in a wild tangle of greenery – the landlord is not a gardener apparently – and, as I enter or leave my domicile, I am very aware of the spirits who dwell in that wild tangle. I can feel them, too, and sometimes catch a glimpse of one in the woods lining the roadways around here. No Disney pixies, these, but the spirits of trees and plants long rooted that have been allowed to thrive with little or no human interference. Certainly, there has been habitat destruction here as roadways were carved and utility byways were cut through the forests but the area has not been turned into a concrete heat sink and the local spirits seem much more inquisitive about humans than those I have encountered in other places. Once again, I am looking forward to getting out and nosing around in the woods to see what I might encounter. It seems to me that I may have a whole forest of friends waiting for me to come out and play.

I am minded of my post about the Missing 411 books. While these forests certainly seem friendly, my research indicates that David Paulides has placed one of his disappearance nexus areas just north of me in the Adirondacks. Given the huge amount of spirit and especially Faery activity that I sense in the area without really opening up and trying to “see”, I am inclined to hold to my original theory that some of these disappearances could be the work of the Fae. While much of this might be the work of what the Scots would call the Unseelie Court – those Faery beings who are actively hostile to humans – I would not be at all surprised to find that some of disappearance are simply the result of people accidentally wandering through a portal and being trapped on the Otherside.

I know that sounds like something out of a fantasy novel but, if one looks at folklore pertaining to the Fae, such an accidental trip into the Faery realms is often described and the hapless human in question, unless is he or she is unusually witty, often ends up being trapped and having to be rescued by someone with knowledge of those realms – if anyone even realizes they are gone. I shall certainly keep you all apprised as I explore further.