Paranormal Perceptions

A QUESTIONER PUTS THEIR BIGFOOT (I MEAN BIG FOOT) IN IT...

Late last week I did an emailed Q&A for a certain website noted for its paranormal, supernatural and Fortean-themed content. I'll name it (and link to the Q&A) if it appears, which - right now - I seriously doubt it will.

The reason why I'm pretty sure the Q&A won't appear is not because I ranted on about why I think Roswell was some dark and dubious military experiment and not a UFO event. Or even why I conclude Bigfoot may be something supernatural, rather than just a giant ape. God knows, I do  enough of that here, at Mysterious Universe, and in the pages of my books.

Rather, I suspect that my answers - since they had nothing to do with the world of real-life supernatural, Fortean, or paranormal phenomena - were not what the owner of the site was looking for. Or, far more importantly, was subconsciously expecting or anticipating.

I'll give you an example: I was asked to list my Top 10 favorite books and films of all time. So that's exactly what I did.

In no particular order, the books include Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Hound of the Baskervilles; Keith Waterhouse's Billy Liar; Hunter S. Thompson's The Rum Diary; and Big Sur by Jack Kerouac (which, I should note, is far superior to his On the Road, which gets so many in a state of ecstasy. And his poetry is bloody awful, by the way. Not that I know or even care in the slightest about poetry, but I do know what reads good and what doesn't.).

Well, actually, there is one bit of poetry that has always resonated with me:

"There was a young girl from Decatur,
who had sex with a huge alligator,
but nobody knew if she lavished the screw,
'cause after he screwed her he ate her."

But, I digress.

As for my all-time top 10 films, they include just two on the paranormal: Night of the Demon of 1957, and The Ninth Gate with Johnny Depp. And they're hardly non-fiction studies of the field. As for the others, they include just about anything with Will Hay, Moore Marriott and Graham Moffatt (long-dead English comic-actors who, as a trio, made some hilarious classics in the late 1930s and early '40s); Defence of the Realm, with Gabriel Byrne; Diner; and Wild at Heart.

No sooner had I sent the email, I got one back in return: "Sorry, Nick, we meant your top non-fiction books and movies on saucers, Chupacabra etc. Didn't realize you thought or lived outside the ol' box!"

The final sentence may very well have been intended as humor. But I wasn't laughing. I responded: "I don't believe you did mean that. I think you assumed - without giving it any thought, and as your 'ol'box' comment suggests - that because I write books on forteana, that this defines me as a person."

Three days later, I have not heard back, nor am I holding my breath.

Indeed, if I had been wrong, I suspect I would have heard something aside from silence. I haven't.

But this whole episode did make me think about how those of us involved in research and writing are perceived by others - both inside and outside of our realm of weirdness.

Do certain people think we don't have lives? Or we don't have families? Or we don't watch TV shows beyond just ones on ghosts and Area 51? Or that we only read books on Sasquatch, long-necked water-monsters, or that bloody crash in New Mexico in 1947? Or that we put the supernatural ahead of a good, fun time with friends?

Yes, I think many do think that - even within Forteana, most unfortunately.

One of the things that surprises many is that while I love horror films, I hate sci-fi (aside from occasional conspiracy-type stuff like Dark City and The X-Files...before it went crap around 1998). But there's this assumption that if I write about UFOs, somehow I must love films filled with laser-firing spaceships and people running around in silver-suits. Why?

But here's the biggest mystery for me: more than a few people in Forteana (in fact, quite a few when it's come up in discussion) are surprised I don't read comic-books.

Eh??? WTF?

I research Bigfoot, UFOs etc, and, therefore, I'm supposed to have a fascination with over-muscular men who fly around the skies in capes, with their underwear on the outside, and who sport ridiculous names? That's one I can't fathom at all.

Actually, yes, I write about a wide range of Forteana, but I also happen to like American Idol, Survivor, Big Brother, English football (it's not called soccer), NCIS, going down the pub with my mates, cranking up the music, That Metal Show, and...well, just about the same things as everyone else.

Normal shit, as it's generally known!

But why, at all, this odd assumption/conclusion that I see as much inside Fortean research circles as I do outside of it?

Why is it a surprise - and why should it even provoke surprise in the first place - that I might write a book on the Men in Black and that I also care about who wins American Idol? I don't get that surprise at all. Nor do I see why there should be a conflict. But I've heard it and seen it - on that specific issue of AI.

If someone was a carpet-fitter, a car-mechanic, a school-teacher, a...well...the list goes on...would they be defined as that and nothing else? No! Would the favorite books of a car-mechanic be defined by whether those books are car-based or not? Nope! Or would the favorite films of a school-teacher be defined by whether or not they are uplifting tales of education? Of course they wouldn't!

So, why is it that so many people - both inside and outside of our field - do think that our favorite films or books, or even our very lives, are defined or dominated by what we think of ET, or the Yeti, or whatever-the-hell-else Fortean? If you think I'm wrong, I'm not.

Look around, and carefully bring such matters up, albeit in subtle fashion so as not to give the game away. You'll see...

We criticize (quite rightly) the media for portraying us in stereotypical "tin-foil-hat/conspiracy nut" fashion. But the Fortean field is just as guilty, albeit in a very different way.

The former does it to poke fun at us. Certain players in the latter very often do it based on barely-thought-out assumptions that we're Forteans first and foremost, and so that's what defines us as people.

Maybe some of them are obsessed with Forteana and nothing else, and, therefore, they assume the rest of us are as sad as them, for one chief reason: in their world, if there's nothing else going on in their lives, then how can there be anything else going on in ours? I'm not sure if we should have pity for such people and their illogical form of logic, or if they should be given several firm and precise punches on the jaw. But, I very strongly lean towards the latter. Like right now.

I'm really not sure which scenario is worse: media fun-poking or wholly erroneous assumptions on the part of igorant colleagues that your life (about which they actually know nothing) is driven by the likes of hairy ape-men and bug-eyed aliens and nothing else.

Hell-Hounds on the Loose

"Imagine the scene: it’s late one cold, dark, winter’s eve in a little old hamlet in central England. You’re walking home, along a winding, tree-shrouded old road with only the light of an eerie full moon to illuminate your path. But, as you continue on your trek to your centuries-old cottage, you begin to feel uneasy.

 

"For reasons that you are unable to fathom, as the icy wind sends a deep chill through your body, you develop the distinct feeling that you are not alone. Rather, you sense that you are being watched and followed by something terrible, something malignant, something nightmarish, and something as ancient as it is mysterious.

 

"Then something truly ominous occurs: you begin to hear the vague sound of panting – animalistic panting, no less – and the unmistakable sound of heavy, beastly paws hitting the road behind you. A terrible realization suddenly hits you hard: you are being followed, or stalked, by some sort of large, predatory animal. It’s an animal that – even though you have yet to see it up close and personal – you know deep in your heart has you firmly in its sights."

 

That's how my new Lair of the Beasts article at Mania.com starts - on Britain's legendary and spectral black dogs...

 

 

The Phantom Black Dog: Q&A

Over at The Examiner, you can find a brand new Q&A with me on one of Britain's most enduring mysteries: Phantom Black Dogs.

To give you an idea of the Q&A, here's one of the exchanges:

Question: "What exactly do you think these demon dogs are paranormally speaking per say?"

Nick Redfern: "I can only speculate, but there can be no denying that many researchers and witnesses to the Phantom Black Dogs note how they seem to appear around the time of death and misfortune. And, of course, they are often seen in the vicinity of cemeteries. That's to say they have a Grim Reaper quality to them. Even today, it's perceived as being quite ominous and unsettling to see one of these things. It doesn't take long for the old legends, myths and fears to take hold again, even in the 21st Century."

Phantom Hounds, Demon Dogs and Sherlock Holmes

If you're into some of the more Fortean aspects of Cryptozoology, you won't want to miss this!

Tim Beckley has just published a new book titled Hounds of the Baskervilles.

It's basically a combination of (A) the original Sherlock Holmes novel, The Hound of the Baskervilles; (B) witness reports of real-life encounters with blazing, red-eyed hounds of the pararnormal kind; and (C) various articles from researchers of the Phantom Black Dog variety.

Not only that, the book is massively and richly illustrated with excellent old and atmospheric artwork.

I have a lengthy article in the book, which is an extensive look from me at the history of the Black Dog in the UK, with numerous, little-known case files examined, many of which extend right up to well into the 20th Century.

Here's where you can purchase Hounds of the Baskervilles and here's what Tim has to say about the book:

PICKS UP WHERE SHERLOCK HOLMES’ LEFT OFF. . . DEVIL HOUNDS. DEMON DOGS. PHANTOM CANINES FROM HELL. THEY DO EXIST! One nearly scared to death eyewitness proclaimed after the beast loomed in front of him: “It was the biggest bloody ‘dog’ I have ever seen in my life!” Legends of black dogs and phantom hounds are widespread throughout the United Kingdom as well as in the United States. Though presented in novelized form, Sherlock Holmes creator Sir Arthur Conan Doyle based his most popular detective thriller on true accounts of a mysterious black beast with blazing red eyes who is said to have attacked those crossing the moors. Some were lucky to have gotten away with their lives. Perhaps there are others who disappeared and their bodies were not accounted for. Who can say for certain? In addition to presenting the number one classic detective thriller of all time in its unabridged, fully illustrated, form, this work goes way beyond the boundaries of fiction into the realm of the supernatural. Today’s top paranormal researcher’s delve into stories of the bloody beast who comes in various sizes and apparently even has the ability to shape shift into a more hideous creature when cornered. As England’s leading cryptozoologist, Nick Redfern, points out, “There is one important factor to remember: Conan Doyle did not invent Britain’s phantom, fiery-eyed hounds. He merely brought them to the attention of the public in spectacularly entertaining style. In reality, the creature had been prowling around the British countryside for centuries; and particularly so Dartmoor – the fictional home of the world’s most famous hound of horror in all its awful glory.” According to Redfern the same area the imaginary Sherlock Holmes conducted his investigation around, is also, in reality, rife with ancient tales and legends of a group of diabolical and unholy creatures known as the Wisht Hounds – fearsome devil-dogs with glowing eyes and large fangs. “They are said to have a taste for both human flesh and human souls, and ride with the Devil himself, as he crosses the windswept wilds of Dartmoor late at night - and atop a headless, black horse, no less.” According to legend, the Wisht Hounds inhabit the nearby Wistman’s Woods – a sacred grove where, in centuries past, ancient druids held pagan rituals in honor of a veritable multitude of old Earth gods and goddesses. Here are dozens of accounts of devilish, gruesome, repugnant “monsters” – some of whom stand eight feet tall – who are said to be Satan’s watch dogs protecting the portals to another dimension or realm where no mortal should be made to tread!

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