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New Loch Ness Photo: Proof Positive?

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Taking liberties with Francis Pharcellus Church’s famous editorial responding to a young girl’s question about the existence of Santa Claus, today we can state “Yes, Virginia, there is a LOCH NESS MONSTER!.”  Or, so it is attested by George Edwards, owner and captain of Nessie Hunter IV – a tour boat that operates on Loch Ness.


For the past 26 years, Edwards – like a modern-day Don Quixote attacking windmills – has searched for the legendary monster, to no avail.  Until recently, that is, when he spotted “Nessie” and took what has been described as the “best-ever” picture of the beast.


The first reported sighting of the monster was in 565 A.D.  Since that time, there have been thousands of eyewitness accounts.  But, actual photographic evidence is slim.  The first image, dubbed the “Surgeon’s Photograph” and alleged to have been taken by Robert Kenneth Wilson – a London gynecologist, has long been considered a fake.


Edwards’ photo, at the top of this article, appears genuine.  Steve Feltham, who has dedicated the past 21 years to the hunt and study of the Loch Ness Monster was unequivocal in his assessment, saying “It is the best photograph I think I have ever seen.”  He added, “I think the images are fantastic – that’s the animal I have been looking for all this time.”  Summing up the feeling of many “Nessie” true believers, Feltham stated “I would say it doesn’t prove what Nessie is, but it does prove what Nessie isn’t, a sturgeon.”


The giant sturgeon theory is an explanation posited by many who have reviewed the accounts of those who have witnessed the monster.  The new photo may renew efforts to find “Nessie” and bolster arguments of some experts who believe that the beast represents a line of long-surviving plesiosaurs, a type of carnivorous aquatic reptile from millions of years ago.


Far from solving the mystery, this surprising new evidence only takes us back to the original question:  what is the Loch Ness Monster?



Read My Palm

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Throughout my twelve years of Catholic school, I’d been taught to avoid fortunetellers like the plague, for some were thought to do the work of the devil.  But, like the length of my uniform skirts and the friends with whom I hung out, I didn’t give much credence to what the nuns had preached.  From the time that I could read fluently, I had researched — through books and whenever possible, personal experiences — palmistry, tarot card readings, phrenology, ghosts/spirits, seances, Egyptology, the Loch Ness monster, UFO’s, lycanthropy, vampirism, astral travel, meditation, tea leaf readings, and Eastern theosophy.

Imagine my astonishment when, a few years ago, my research uncovered the fact that the gift of prophesy is not only mentioned in 38 of the 66 books of the standard Bible, it is deemed to be a gift from the Holy Spirit!   While the Bible differentiates between the practice of consulting charlatans versus those who demonstrate true psychic ability, and issues warnings against the former, it is sometimes difficult, in this life, to discern the between the two.

As a child, I remember reading that virtually every human being is born with a sixth sense, the capacity to predict future events with a reasonable degree of accuracy.  The general consensus was that psychic ability was a type of survival mechanism, and that it could be cultivated if one removed from one’s self, as much as possible, from negative events and persons.

Later, I learned that the discipline of meditation enhanced one’s clairvoyance.  By meditation, I refer to focused and frequently practiced spiritual meditation, not the type designed simply to reduce one’s stress level.

I had my first, unplanned reading as a young woman in her early twenties. I’d been seeing two young men at the same time, and was very much interested in the one we’ll call Dave; in fact, Dave and I wound up getting formally engaged.  Romping through New York City’s East Village one Saturday night with friends, including Sam, the other guy I’d been seeing, we stumbled upon a storefront card reader, replete with the headscarf, gold hoop earrings, and crystal ball.  Everyone thought would be fun to consult her.

Approaching this as a lark, I was shocked to discover that the woman who was not much older than myself saw me with the two men: one blonde (Sam) and one dark (Dave).  She finished the reading almost in shock, saying that although I’d come far in my career for one so young and otherwise had a good head on my shoulders, I’d insisted upon falling in love with Dave, who would “bring me to ruin.”   Well, I was far from ruined, but Dave and I did split up and the schism, at the time, was deeply painful.

For years, this experience haunted me.  How had she known?  She had to have been very gifted, I’d supposed.

But further investigation enabled me to understand that “all of the information is already out there” and it’s just a matter of tapping into it.  Also, a psychic can read a subject more accurately if that subject approaches him or her with an open mind or at least, a generally positive mindset.  Not all clients do, despite their strong desire to be read.  Against my better judgment, and because I’d been pestered to do so, I had once referred a very difficult person to an excellent psychic.  Thoroughly exasperated, the clairvoyant later told me, “He’s enough to make you want to throw away your cards!”

The second reader into whom I ran — quite literally — was sitting, oddly enough, at a little card table on a quiet corner just off New York’s Little Italy.  She, too, had the scarf and the gold hoops, but no crystal ball: just a pack of regular playing cards and a very quiet, slightly amused air, as if she’d known I was about to barrel right into her.

I’d gone to the Feast of San Gennaro with the man I would eventually marry, and remembering well the incident with the first psychic, refused her offer to read my cards!   However, my future husband was very much interested.  His was a short reading, and all I remember was that she’d told him that he had an honest woman in his life, a very honest woman, and that she wasn’t sure if he could handle her.  Considering that the woman was me and that my husband is still wondering, after all these years, what to do with me, I’d say that reader was also dead on!

The next reader and I crossed paths like ships in the night, and this, she foretold, was through destiny (and thereby hang tales too long for this article).  She nailed every physical ailment in my body in the first few seconds — though I had not thought to consult her about those — and then she picked up the brochure of my realtor that I’d brought for her to see.  I was in the process of moving to Jersey and the reader, whose name was Christie, intoned, “There is a job for you across the other side of a covered bridge.”  Neither one of us understood what this meant (yes, spirits do move through genuine psychics), but months later, the light dawned.  My realtor’s office was located at the foot of a sort of covered bridge … one that enabled foot traffic over a busy highway … directly across from the writing job I’d landed!   This was just one of the many things that Christie had predicted, that later came to pass.

Bonnie, whom I met next and befriended, added to my education.  She was the first one I’d known to use a tarot deck other than the original Waite deck familiar to most of us.  The deck she used was called The Rose Deck; it was dark and beautiful, with intricate artwork.  The Rose Deck was but one of many different designs that I would later access through other readers.  Bonnie explained that she used the tarot only as an icebreaker, as some clients were not comfortable with her just pulling their most intimate secrets out of the ether.

This lady explained that when her beloved grandmother had passed on, she was a young child of four.  On the night of the day that her grandmother was laid to rest, Bonnie’d dreamed that her gran had appeared to her, advising her that, at the age of twelve, the young girl would come into the gift of prophecy.  As foretold, that is exactly what happened to Bonnie.  Fascinated with the planets and their influences, she studied astrology and was gifted in this form of reading as well.

Eventually, the accuracy of her work came to the attention of law enforcement agencies in both New York and New Jersey … and I’m talking about both State and local levels.  Often grudgingly by Bonnie, who abhorred violence, her talents were utilized in cracking major cases.  To protect her privacy, I’ll just tell you that these cases all made the headlines in their day: murder, kidnapping, and theft of a large fortune.

Bonnie also had the uncanny ability to simply touch an object and “read” its owner.  One night over dinner in a restaurant, she’d admired an emerald bracelet my husband had given me and reached across the table to stroke it.  Immediately, she got that glazed look in her eye that I’d come to know and began telling me very personal things about a certain in-law that I had never shared with her!  An in-law that had only touched that bracelet once!

Kit, a.k.a. Katherine, was another lovely reader, an older, deeply spiritual woman lauded by the Catholic Church for her continuous contributions to the community.  Kit, in my experience, was an anomaly in that she was a devout Catholic who also practiced as a psychic.  Among the many things that this wife and mother foretold in two readings, she saw me following a certain musician, approximately two years before I’d ever heard his name.  She also spoke of the wonderful friendships, travels, and experiences that my following him would bring me.

A few years later, Trish saw me journeying to the city of that musician’s birth, and the adventures — and great music — that awaited me there, and the good friend with whom I’d traveled.

Most recently, a very nice lady named Robin, who shares my love of music, foresaw me being asked by Sneak Attack, The Counting Crows’ media representatives, to cover one of their recent concerts.  She did not name the band by name but intimated that it was a large, well-respected, well-known act.

If your curiosity is peaked and you wish to consult a psychic, I have but two bits of advice to give you, which I myself have followed.   Seek a psychic, please, through the recommendation of someone that you trust.  And then feel that psychic out.  As I’d learned long ago, we are all indeed born with at least a modicum of clairvoyance, so use yours.  You want a reader who is spiritual; one who believes in a Higher Power, and a positive power.  Anyone who gives you another sort of vibe, avoid at all costs.

The Abominable Snowman: Fact or Fiction?

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Whether out of pure curiosity or the desire to exploit, mankind has always been drawn to that which lies beneath the surface of things, waiting to be ferreted out and explored.  One of these not so little mysteries is the Abominable Snowman, a.k.a. The Yeti: a gigantic and intriguing creature that allegedly hails from Tibet.

At the top of the world, Tibet on Mount Everest lies shrouded in clouds and mystique.  It is home to the Dalai Lama and pious monks who commune directly, through meditation, prayer, and fasting, with God.  It is also home to a number of odd creatures and as such, seems a perfect place for the fabled beast to dwell.

The men who first climbed to the top of Mount Everest, the highest mountain in the world, are credited with initiating the global hubbub that still surrounds the mythical Yeti and enthralls us all.   In 1885, the mountain’s summit was declared the highest point in the world and therefore, the penultimate challenge to adventurers from the United Kingdom.   Between the years 1921 and 1952, seven attempts were organized to conquer the peak.  All failed.  In 1953, a man named John Hunt commissioned two pairs of climbers, who came close.  The first pair, Tom Bourdillon and Charles Evans, got within 300 feet of the summit, but was forced to turn back due to exhaustion.  The air at such altitudes is extremely thin; it is also terribly cold.

Bourdillon and Evans had blazed a trail and had left stores of oxygen along the way, thus enabling the second pair of climbers to gain the summit.  At 11:30 AM on May 29, 1953, Edmund Hillary from New Zealand and Tenzing Norgay, a Sherpa climber from Nepal, gained Mount Everest’s peak.  The accomplishment resulted in Hillary’s knighting and Tenzing’s honoring via the George Medal.

The night before the historic climb, it is rumored that Hillary and Tenzing lay huddled in a tent close to the summit.  Although they were fast asleep, a sudden odor assaulted their nostrils, so strong, that they were awakened by it!  At the crack of dawn, they searched the area around the tent, seeking evidence of a visitor.  But the 80 mile-per-hour winds destroyed whatever evidence may have existed.  After the climb, the two men questioned the local people with the help of an interpreter. 

Although there was no hard evidence, the natives of Tibet testified that the strange Yeti had lived amongst them for centuries.  They described it as a gigantic creature that walked upright, like a man, and was covered with brownish-red hair.  The Yeti earned the nickname “Abominable” because of its horrific odor. Think: a trip to a horse stable, and then multiple that stench by ten (at least). 

Word of the illusive creature soon leaked to the so-called civilized world, and like all good Englishmen, Sir Hillary wished to serve his Queen by capturing the beast and carting it back home for the world to admire and make a fast buck on.  He enlisted the aid of the locals, offering enticements for their help.  After a two-month search, Hillary was rewarded with a 50-pound bag of so-called authentic frozen Yeti droppings, and this is no bull.  Only a nose such as Al Pacino’s character in Scent of a Woman would have been qualified to differentiate between the scat of the Yeti, the wild Tibetan yak, and the wild Tibetan horse.  So who is to say who really dropped that load?

In the ensuing years, expeditions were formed to search for this creature, but every one of them came up empty-handed.   However, the legend continues both in Tibet and North America.  During the Ice Age, the area we now call the Bering Sea was frozen solid, forming a bridge between Asia and the North American continent.  The bridge allowed the migration of human and animal tribes, and may account for the reported sightings of our own version of the Yeti.  Dubbed Bigfoot by the white man and Sasquatch by the natives of Canada, this strange, offensively scented creature has also been reported in the swamplands of America’s Deep South.

Does Bigfoot really exist?  Does the Loch Ness Monster?  Do aliens (those from outer space, not south of the Rio Grande)?  Does the Jersey Devil exist?  With all of our science, we may never know for sure.  The only thing certain is that these mysteries make for good conversation over a drink or two and keep life interesting. 

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