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Originally Posted April 8, 2007
As I stated in the Maria blog, one of the places she showed me as a child was Cleveland. I spent many nights as a teenager on the shores of Lake Erie and often looked across at the lights. Until a short time ago I didn’t even realize it was Maria who showed me the city, again I thought it was my mother. However, when I recalled the moment again, I remembered we were never on the beach at night. My mother is not a water person (odd for an Aquarian) and has never been on the beach with me after dark. Once or twice a year we went to get sand for the sandbox and even then we didn’t go to the actual beach but further back near a trail that led to the lake.
Another reason I became captivated with Cleveland was my father’s apparent fascination with the city. As a youngster he didn’t travel. I don’t recall him ever going anywhere other than one weekend fishing trip. I asked my mother if he traveled before they were married, she responded only once as far as she knew when he went to Cleveland for a football game.
A bit about dad. He didn’t say much but when he did, you made sure to listen. It was difficult to have a conversation of any length with him, he was always preoccupied with matters much bigger than those going on around him in the everyday world. He was big and tall and stern and very intimidating. The fact he was a cop and carried a sidearm did not help minimize the intimidation factor.
On the other hand, he had a heart of gold as big as a truck. I can’t even count how many people he brought home to stay. People down on their luck with nowhere else to go or whatever their circumstance may have been. Out of five children, at least two of us had a friend for supper every night. He fed half the town it seemed and never complained once.
He was a huge NFL fan to be sure and the Browns were his team. As were the Indians. I didn’t even know he liked baseball until the year the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame opened (September 2, 1995). That’s when I made my first (so far) journey to Cleveland. Dad was engrossed at the time in the World Series hoping for his team to win the pennant. It was then I really started wondering about his attraction to Cleveland. What happened to him while visiting there?
Judging by his choice of travel destinations in later years, I would say something deep and profound happened to him. Never in a million years would I have guessed he even believed in UFO’s, let alone make a 2700 kilometer trek to Roswell just to look around. Shortly before his death he related a story of having seen something on that trip he thought may have been a stealth. The way the story trailed off into nothingness and the blank look in his eyes makes me think he saw something more than an airplane.
A few years ago I did a little research into Cleveland and Niagara Falls. Niagara Falls has been mesmerizing me since the first time I saw it. I could literally stand at the edge for days staring into its magnificence. This is what I found out regarding Cleveland and Niagara Falls:
My great, great grandfather was born an Iroquois Indian Chief, in upstate New York, on September 10, 1865, very close to the falls.
In a formal naming ceremony at Niagara Falls in the spring of 1866, my great, great grandfather was named Oghema Niagara. Oghema meaning "chief" and Niagara meaning "thundering waters".
"Grandpa Chief" as he was known to my family spent most of his adult life in Cleveland, Ohio. He died in 1950, six years before I was born. But I'll never forget the many stories told by family members about Chief Thunderwater.
Oghema Niagara always maintained an open door policy for his people. His home was always a place of camaraderie and safe haven.
My mom says he was a good hearted man, but very stern and intimidating. Chief Thunderwater was laid to rest in the Erie Street Cemetery, Cleveland, Ohio. Right across the street from Jacobs Field, the home of the Cleveland Indians.
Rumor has it that Niagara may be the model after which Chief Wahoo (Cleveland Indians logo) was designed. Although, many Native Americans find the caricature distasteful, his family finds it only entertaining. He was a great patriot and baseball fan who often attended games.
http://chiefthunderwater.com/slideshow_files/frame.htm
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This might not be all that weird except for the fact that I have been mistaken for a Native over and over again. Even other Natives have mistaken me as one of their own. So that could be one explanation for the Cleveland obsession, maybe it’s in my blood. It might explain my father’s fascination at least.
And that’s what I went on thinking about that. Until Purpleaura inadvertently introduced me to Michael Lee Hill. But before I get to that, a few other things first.
Being a proud Canadian, any fellow Canadian who makes a good name for themselves is a hero in my books. The Tragically Hip and Dan Aykroyd are among some of our finest treasures in my opinion. As a teenager through the 70’s, Saturday Night Live was a must-see. It didn’t matter where you were or what you were doing, you had be somewhere to watch Saturday Night Live. It wasn’t just a TV show, it was a way of life.
After Dan Aykroyd left the show as a regular, he continued to make appearances in various sketches or as guest host. One of the returns that sticks in my mind was the night The Tragically Hip were the musical guests. Knowing both Dan and the members of the Tragically Hip all hailed from the same place, Kingston, Ontario, I wondered if they were back stage reminiscing about high school days or other local memories. And as dumb as this sounds, it felt like something very important was happening on that stage that night.
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The band is immensely popular in Canada. They have never found mainstream success in the United States, but neither have they specifically sought it. Their most-seen appearance in the United States was on March 25, 1995, when they appeared on Saturday Night Live with fellow Canadian and friend Dan Aykroyd guest starring, and with John Goodman hosting.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tragically_Hip
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Now flip forward a decade and the songs of this band are alerting me to future tragedies. What’s up with that? To make things even more peculiar, BWB has won exactly three things from radio contests and all three things had to do with The Hip.
I promise, this will all tie together eventually.
In late September of 2006 I came across this article. Again I can’t believe I grew up around there and never heard about this. I really must have been under one mother of a rock.
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The Bermuda Triangle is not the only zone of mystery on the Earth. The Great Lakes have an even higher concentration of unexplainable ship disappearances than anywhere else in the world.
Near the end of a cool May, in 1889, several tall masted ships sailed out of Kingston harbor, at the eastern end of Lake Ontario, to search for a missing vessel. There had been a storm over the lake. Not uncommon in these waters. And the Bavaria, the missing ship, had failed to make port.
Her absence had raised concern among the ship's owners and relatives of the crewmen. There was good reason for this concern, for, although Lake Ontario is not the largest in the Great Lakes chain, it has one rather weird, if not deadly, anomaly that none of the others possess. It has the Marysburgh Vortex. This vortex, like the famed Bermuda Triangle, is a strip of water in the eastern end of the lake that has a long history of bizarre circumstances that have caused the loss of numerous ships and their crews. According to marine insurance records, the Great Lakes have a higher concentration; of shipping accidents than any comparable area elsewhere. And it has held this unenviable position for over a hundred years.
In its variety of mysterious events this region outranks anything found in the Bermuda Triangle, the Hoodoo Sea, or any of the other so-called zones of mystery in other parts of the world.
More important, this end of Lake Ontario appears to be the focus of an unknown, invisible vortex of forces that not only erupts intermittently throughout these waters but, at times, spews out an invisible cloak to encompass and cause disasters in other parts of the Great Lakes, the regions surrounding them, and even the skies above.
With this in mind, it was an act of courage that led the captain and crew of one of the rescue vessels, the Armenia, to sail directly into these waters to search for the missing ship Bavaria.
When the Armenia was nine miles south of the Main Duck Islands and well inside this zone of mystery, her crew sighted the Bavaria sitting upright and grounded on a small desolate shoal known as Galloo Island. When they were within hailing distance, the crew of the Armenia called out, but there was no reply to their eager shouts, no figures appeared on the deck. The only sound that came from the strangely silent ship was the uneasy creaking of her timbers as the long swells from the lake nudged her to and fro, swaying her masts like giant crosses.
The Armenia's captain and a few of his crew rowed across and boarded the Bavaria. From the time they stepped aboard, they sensed something drastically wrong. And after they had searched the ship from end to end, their suspicions were confirmed. There was absolutely no trace of the Bavaria's crew. The empty vessel gave up only strange dues to an even deeper mystery, one that has confounded investigators of Great Lakes mysteries to this day.
Aside from a small amount of water in her hold, the ship was completely seaworthy. In fact she was sailed back to Kingston once she had been freed from the shoal. There was certainly nothing wrong with the vessel that would cause her crew to abandon her. Nor was there a single clue to show where the crew had gone.
In the captain's cabin they found all his papers and a large sum of money collected from cargo that had been delivered to American ports. In the galley oven they found a batch of freshly baked bread. But the strangest thing of all was a small repair job lying on the deck. It was only a minor repair job and it appeared to have been set aside momentarily when the seaman had been interrupted in his work, intending to return. But for some reason he never came back to finish the task. He, along with the captain and the rest of the crew, had vanished from the Bavaria never to be seen again. The only living thing on the ship was a canary still chirping in its cage in one of the cabins.
The captain and the crew of the Armenia left Galloo Island to report their find, pondering the puzzle of why all aboard the Bavaria had left a perfectly seaworthy ship. Where had they gone that money and food no longer had any value? The bread in the oven, the money, the important papers, and the small unfinished task on the deck were evidence that the departure of the captain and crew had been sudden. But why?
When the Armenia reached port and the news of the discovery was announced, the circumstances found aboard the Bavaria set off wild speculation. It also reopened old questions of what had become of others that had sailed out across these strange waters and had never been seen or heard from again.
While this speculation raged, others less imaginative remained silent, expecting that at least one of the crew of the Bavaria would turn up to tell his tale of ordeal on the lake. But as time passed, it became obvious to all that not even the bodies of the captain or crew would return to shore. They had all mysteriously vanished as if whisked from the face of the Earth. They were victims of the Marysburgh Vortex.
Even before the discovery of the Bavaria and the unexplained fate of her crew, investigators had tried unsuccessfully to solve the riddle of this enigma of Lake Ontario. In the end they all failed.
In the case of the Bavaria, some investigators claimed that the evidence found aboard the ship pointed to something bizarre and unnatural that had overtaken the vessel. Some believed that an invisible force had invaded the ship and had driven all aboard her insane, causing them to seek an escape, even suicide.
The fact that her single lifeboat was missing led others to conclude that the captain and crew had succeeded in escaping from the ship. But this did not explain what had happened to them or why they needed to abandon their vessel since it was seaworthy.
Others suggested that those aboard the Bavaria were the victims of the storm, that they believed the ship was sinking and abandoned her. If so, what about the money and papers left in the captain's cabin? Also, what about the bread in the galley oven and the unfinished repair job? These are not the sorts of tasks seamen engage in during a storm that threatens to sink their ship.
Considering this evidence, it would seem that the Bavaria had weathered the storm and that things had returned to normal and regular duties were being attended to. Then something out of the ordinary occurred on board the ship. Whatever it was, that something was so threatening and vehement that all of those aboard attempted to flee the vessel, possibly in the single lifeboat. But none escaped whatever horror it was that had invaded their ship. In the end it claimed them all.
There are some final and confusing facts surrounding this story. A few days after she had been found sitting aground on Galloo Shoal, a strange report came to light. The captain of another vessel, which had been in the same area as the Bavaria during the storm, told how his crew had sighted a lifeboat on the lake with two motionless figures at the oars. The captain had made repeated attempts to get his ship close enough to rescue the two men, but each attempt had been frustrated as the lifeboat was drawn away. No matter how he maneuvered the vessel, the lifeboat was impossible to reach. In the end the rescuers had to give up in defeat and stand by helplessly as the lifeboat disappeared into a thick fog and was never seen again.
At no time during the rescue attempt did the two men at the oars make any effort to save themselves. Instead, they sat as if hypnotized, staring blankly as each attempt failed. When last seen they were sitting immobile at the oars as they were drawn to their doom.
Around the same time a lighthouse keeper in the same area reported that he, too, had tried to rescue two men in a lifeboat but had failed each time he almost had them in his grasp. He also claimed that the men had made no effort to assist in their own rescue.
Almost 100 years have passed since this strange fate overtook the Bavaria and her crew. Those who have tried to puzzle out these mysterious events have come no closer to the solution than did the stunned seamen who witnessed the event or examined the clues at firsthand.
While the mystery surrounding the Bavaria may have stunned many at the time, it was by no means an isolated incident in this region. Six years earlier, one fall morning in 1883, the vessel Quinlan had sailed out of Oswego harbor on the south side of Lake Ontario with a full load of coal for delivery to the north shore. The route her captain had chosen was a direct line across the lake, one that would take her right through the middle of the Marysburgh Vortex. The ship never completed the voyage. Those who witnessed the violent events and survived to tell the tale revealed that the eastern end of the lake was inhabited by unknown forces - forces that still inhabit the region today.
The first sign that the Quinlan was destined for a bizarre fate occurred shortly after the vessel had cleared the American shore and sailed into a fog bank. Such conditions are not too unusual in these waters during the late fall. But the seamen themselves admitted that this was an unusually thick fog, which shrouded the vessel in a wet gray blanket. With this came a rapid drop in temperature and snow crystals began to form, quickly coating the decks and hatches with a thick layer of white. The snow accumulated with unbelievable rapidity and the crew went to work with shovels to clear the ship of the burden that was making her top-heavy. Although the crew struggled frantically to get rid of the mounting snow, there seemed to be no end to the strange fall. As fast as it was removed, more piled up.
As it turned out, this was to be the least of the problems that plagued the crew of the Quinlan. Waves began to rise around the vessel and their battering became a savage fury few had ever witnessed. The exhausted crew were forced to abandon their efforts to save the ship. All they could do was cling tightly to railings or riggings to keep from being swept overboard as the ship was tossed about.
Thunderous waves continued to smash her hull and drive her on before the fury of the storm, and there was no telling in which direction the Quinlan was headed, for her compass had suddenly ceased to function, its needle turning lazily in its case. But even with it, navigation would have been impossible. The vessel was now under the control of other forces, which refused to release their grip. Lashed from all directions, the ship plummeted on, her route totally out of the control of human hands.
Shortly before noon the Quinlan slammed into the Marysburgh shore. Her masts had been snapped off, and her hull was split as violent waves pounded her to pieces on the rocks. Powerless to stop the destruction, the crew hung on to what was left of the ship while witnesses gathered on the shore frantically trying to rescue the exhausted seamen from the wreckage. They managed to reach only a few; the rest were sucked from the tangled mass of timbers and rigging and pulled into the lake that had just cast them out. They were never seen again.
The few who survived were carried to nearby homes and given the warmth and care they had never expected to experience again. When they were finally able to tell their story they all agreed on one thing: The ship had been gripped by "some odd attraction!"
Since that time no one has ever been able to discover just what that "odd attraction" was or what caused it to grip the Quinlan. The same applies to the "frost fogs" or whatever strange force rendered the compass useless.
In recent times there have been others who have encountered strange fogs in this region of the continent, and they have fared no better than the seamen of early times. In 1966, an experienced pilot was flying his light aircraft on a well-established route along the south shore of Lake Erie, southwest of Lake Ontario, when he encountered a fog that enveloped his plane and blotted out all visual contact with the Earth. Within minutes he was isolated in a white sea of nothingness, unable to tell up from down. He shouted into his microphone to the stunned controllers at the Cleveland Air Traffic Control Center, saying that he did not know what was the matter, that he was spinning, that he was falling. His radio transmission ended abruptly at the same time that his blip disappeared from the radar screens of Air Traffic Control.
The United States Coast Guard launched an immediate search over the land and water in the area where the plane was last reported. The search lasted several days but not a trace of the missing aircraft was ever found. It had entered the fog and had silently passed into oblivion.
According to the Toronto newspapers, visibility was poor on Nov. 8, 1977, when Tom Walker, a veteran pilot with nine years' flying experience, took off from Toronto's Island Airport for a flight to his home at Owen Sound, a short 80 miles north of Lake Ontario. Walker never arrived. Two days later he was found hobbling down a main highway in a well-settled area just outside metropolitan Toronto and was rushed to a local hospital. After being treated for a broken ankle and multiple injuries, he told his wife that the last thing he remembered was flying into a cloud or fog. He had no idea where he was when he was found on the highway, nor could he tell where his aircraft was located.
While this was going on in the hospital, Canadian Government search and rescue investigators were in communication with the relatives of two other men whose aircraft had failed to reach the airport at Maple, just north of Toronto, after a flight from the head of the lakes. No trace had been found of this pair or their aircraft and the missing men's relatives had employed a psychic to aid in the search. After weeks of fruitless searching and with costs totaling thousands of dollars, the search was abandoned. No trace was ever found of the missing men and their aircraft.
The strange forces at work in this part of the continent are no different from the forces at work in the other zones of mystery around the world. It would seem natural to expect the authorities in government or science to demonstrate an interest in these mysteries and set about trying to determine their true cause. But throughout the history of the Marysburgh Vortex and the Bermuda Triangle, next to nothing has been done to initiate a thorough study of the phenomena encountered here. As a result, these areas have become the domain of the Fortean writers and investigators who reveal the mysteries but never arrive at a final solution.
An example of one of the oddities that might have a bearing on the unexplained events occurring in the Lake Ontario region is the number of magnetic anomalies found here. There are no fewer than 14 of these magnetic anomalies - areas of strong local magnetic disturbance - plainly marked on present-day navigation charts issued for Lake Ontario. The majority of these locations are clustered in the eastern end of the lake. If these are no more than strong local magnetic disturbances, then at best they could only cause a careless navigator to sail off course.
The question is, do these anomalies represent something else? Possibly a source of undiscovered forces emerging from the Earth? Whatever it is, something in the eastern end of Lake Ontario is reaping a harvest of destruction. According to Willis Metcalfe in his book, Canvas & Steam on Quinte Waters, two thirds of all shipping losses in this part of the Great Lakes occurs in the eastern end of Lake Ontario. In 1883, for example, 40 vessels and 673 lives were lost in Lake Ontario, the greater majority in the eastern end!
In 1950, in a joint venture between the United States Navy and the Canadian National Research Council, a study was begun on magnetic anomalies and other such phenomena. As part of this project, surveys were made around Lake Ontario. This led to further investigations by a Canadian team of scientists under Wilbert B. Smith of the Canadian Department of Transport. They discovered areas of "reduced binding" in the atmosphere near the shore of the lake. In one report these areas were described as pillar-like columns-some almost 1,000 feet across and reaching thousands of feet up into the atmosphere-which were invisible and detectable only by sensitive equipment. Inside these columns some peculiarities were noted in gravity and magnetism and what appeared to be a reduction in the nuclear binding forces holding matter together. It was also discovered that some of these "columns" were mobile and never remained in one location for any length of time. Such an unusual discovery should have created some interest within the scientific community. Evidently it did not. Investigations of these areas were dropped and nothing further on the subject has been released.
For the present there is no way of determining whether one of these zones of reduced binding - a sort of gravity or magnetic hole - had anything to do with the sudden disappearance of the ship Picton as she approached the Marysburgh Vortex in 1900. But whatever it was that caused this vessel to vanish made it look as if the vessel had sailed into another dimension. And it happened in front of a number of astounded witnesses!
There were two vessels following along behind the Picton on that clear June morning as she sailed toward the Marysburgh Vortex. The ships Minnes and the Acacia had both left port with the Picton and they had her in plain sight. One minute the Picton was there and the next she was gone. It was as quick as that, according to the witnesses.
At first the crews of the Minnes and Acacia did not believe their eyes and scanned the surface of the lake before the shock of what had happened gripped them. Then they quickly offered prayers to heaven and sailed directly into the area where the Picton had been seen minutes before. For the next few hours the two ships crisscrossed the area while their crews hung over the rails, their faces grim as they searched the water for some trace of the people or the wreckage that they were certain should be there. But there was no trace of the vanished Picton then or after.
An uncomfortable mood came over the crews of both ships as they finally abandoned the search and resumed their course to the northeast. When they reached port on the Canadian shore and told of the almost impossible event that they had just witnessed, the news was received with skepticism and disbelief. After the initial shock had passed, word was spread to other ports around the lake and a watch was kept for evidence that might surface with the passage of time.
As among all seafaring people, speculation grew among the lakeshore inhabitants, but none of the proposed theories helped to solve the sudden disappearance of this vessel. Nor was the saga of the Picton about to fade away. Several days after the event at Sackets Harbor, a few miles northeast of the point where the ship vanished, another strange chapter unfolded that was destined to make the mystery even deeper.
In this small port a fisherman's son had watched a bottle float in and out of the harbor repeatedly over a period of two days. His curiosity aroused, the boy borrowed his father's skiff and rowed out to retrieve the bottle. Inside the bottle he found a note from Captain Jack Sidley, master of the Picton.
News of the discovery spread around the lake like wildfire. Relatives identified the handwriting as Captain Sidley's, but there was more to the find than just the note. When the bottle was found, it had been tightly stoppered and its top fastened with wire! Also, in Sidley's last communication with the outside world he had written that he had lashed himself to his son so that they would both be found together.
These two facts make it clear that, although the Picton had abruptly vanished, its captain was very much alive for some time after the event. But where was the captain when he wrote the note?
Historians and researchers have spent many hours trying to puzzle this one out and have gotten nowhere. The clues seem to defy solution. Most have agreed that if the ship had instantly sunk to the bottom of the lake without leaving a trace of material evidence to float over the spot and mark the location for the searchers, then Captain Sidley certainly had no time to write a note, much less find a bottle to put it in and a piece of wire to secure the top.
The note suggests that the captain knew he did not have long to live. From this we can assume that he had found himself in a hostile environment from which he saw no escape. This might suggest that he was trapped inside his ship on the bottom of the lake. The cargo of coal that the Picton was carrying would have been sufficient to take the ship to the bottom if the hold had somehow filled with water. At this location the lake slopes sharply from 200 feet to a depth of 500 feet-enough to cause the trapped air to burst the hull and send debris to the surface along with a foaming fountain of air and water. But searchers who had remained in the area for several hours stated they had found nothing.
In an effort to provide a solution to this mystery, present-day writers have suggested that, like other zones of mystery around the world, the Marysburgh Vortex harbors a doorway into another dimension, an invisible gateway into some realm outside our reality. As bizarre as this sounds, it is certainly no more so than the instant disappearance of the Picton.
Further, if there is such a doorway to a mysterious realm, then it operates only intermittently, because right after the Picton had vanished, both the Minnes and the Acacia sailed directly into the same area and neither of them were suddenly transported out of this world.
Ever since Vincent Gaddis wrote his original article in 1964, bringing public attention to the Bermuda Triangle and the mysterious events occurring there, many other writers have probed this enigma of the Atlantic. Countless books and articles have been written on the subject, adding to the unexplained things that have taken place in that region of the Atlantic over the years.
Among the speculated causes of these strange occurrences are suggestions that the Bermuda Triangle is under the control of UFO entities - aliens from another planet who have turned the area into a base of operations for their excursions to this planet: sort of a way station for intergalactic explorers.
Other writers and reporters investigating these events attribute the cause of the mystery to strange rays of energy being generated and beamed to the surface by a huge crystal column on the ocean floor, said to be a relic of an ancient civilization of Atlanteans who used the crystal as a power source.
This column, topped with a specially faceted cap to collect the sun's energy, was said to have been used by the ancient Atlanteans to power their ships, submarines, and aircraft. It was also supposed to be capable of emitting rays that helped cure ailments of the Atlantans. It is believed to have been originally located in one of their temples, and this, along with the continent these people inhabited, sank to the bottom of the Atlantic thousands of years ago when earthquakes and other disturbances shattered the Earth and brought about massive geographical changes.
This solution, though unique, seems improbable because the amount of sunlight penetrating to the bottom of the ocean is rather small, therefore the energies produced by such a mechanism would tend to be weak. Furthermore, according to the records, most of the strange events occurring here take place during the night hours or during periods when thick fog blankets the area, and at these times the sunlight would not be available to power the crystal device.
However, it is still a fact that the so-called Bermuda Triangle is a region of mystery that will not go away because of bland indifference on the part of established science and high officialdom.
The Bermuda Triangle is by no means the only such region on this Earth. In 1972, Ivan T. Sanderson set about to examine and record many of the other zones around the world. His research brought to light many other little-known triangles of mystery scattered across the globe, some located hundreds of miles from any water.
While researching material for historical articles on the Great Lakes region I noticed a similarity between many of the strange events that occurred in this region and those which Vincent Gaddis and others reported.
But something more important began to emerge from this research, something that was lacking in all the other zones of mystery. This was the strong evidence that zeroed in on the eastern end of Lake Ontario as the focus for the mysterious forces at work in this region.
In an article for SAGA magazine, in November 1975, I outlined some of the strange events that have plagued this region over the years and pinpointed the Marysburgh area as the center of activity. Since that time, further research has revealed unexplained events in that area that are even more puzzling than anything encountered in the Bermuda Triangle.
Further, these other events indicate a wider spectrum of mystery, which appears to have its roots in the strange forces and energies erupting from the Earth. At times these forces expand outward to include other portions of the Great Lakes chain, even erupting into the skies above them or the lands bordering these waters.
Amazingly, the power appears to stem from clusters of invisible volcano-like fountains that spiral up from activity taking place deep in the Earth. While these eruptions seem to be electrical in nature, they are not listed in any scientific text. Yet they seem to have been known to the priests and leaders of ancient civilizations. Also, if we are to believe the ancient writings and the evidence coming to light today, these forces and energies can affect not only material matter but also the human mind.
In the area of the Marysburgh Vortex, the shores of Lake Ontario narrow in toward the St. Lawrence River, creating a funnel-like enclosure. Through this the waters gathered from the expanse of the 300,000-square-mile Great Lakes Watershed must flow. Geographically and geologically this region is a strange mixture of curious features. It sits on the edge of the Precambrian shield and has been subjected to volcanic and seismic events that have left it a topographical oddity rounded off by glacial activity in the past. Its shores are rugged, knifed by bays and coves, its surface dotted with islands, reefs, and shoals, its bottom shattered by silt-filled fissures and faults.
This area also takes in the deepest point in the lake - an icy well of blackness almost 850 feet deep, from which nothing returns.
Like inland waters in any other part of the world, navigation here calls for a certain amount of caution. This is where the shores narrow in toward Wolfe Island; navigation here can be a mariner's nightmare. As one seaman put it, "This end of the lake can be a one-way ticket to oblivion!"
Both the United States and Canada share this expanse of water, just as they share the unexplained events that occur in this area. Yet government authorities on both sides of the border view these mysteries as wordplay and imagination. They are quick to point out the records, which show that many ships have passed through this region and, at worst, have suffered only minor damage from storms.
All this is true. However, when the toll of losses is examined and the common accidents and the usual mishaps due to foul weather are accounted for, there remains a number of "accidents" for which no logical explanation exists. The reason for this is simple enough: The forces causing these unexplained "accidents" are beyond present-day understanding. They are forces which have never been explored scientifically.
They cannot be ignored any longer!
http://mimufon.org/1980%20articles/TheGreatLakesTriangle.htm
Chrissie Hynde rocks too
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Miss Scarlet ~ November 5, 2006
I had a couple of dreams last weekend I still haven't told you about. They would have been Saturday night / Sunday morning. In one you and me were flying all over the place, you behind and above me, showing me all these different rock formations, kind of like the ones at Easter Island or Stonehenge. Only these didn't look like any I’ve seen before, although that doesn't mean much. We were zipping all over the place and we'd zoom in and you would show me a formation and tell me something about it, then we'd zip off again to the next one.
The one I remember the most was a formation of several of the same type of rocks that were shaped like Coneheads. If you're not familiar with them, they were a recurring skit on Saturday Night Live in the 70's and were hilarious. They were aliens.
So these rock formations were the same shape as the heads only they had a mouth and two eyes cut into them. I can't remember how many there were but they formed a pattern, I think a circle, and were all facing different directions. That was all of that one.
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Miss Scarlet ~ November 10, 2006
Holy crap, I swear I never knew anything about where the idea for Coneheads came from and just read this as long ago as it took me to see Easter Island and go EEEEKKK and then email you.
The Coneheads was originally a sketch on Saturday Night Live which starred Dan Aykroyd as father Beldar, Jane Curtin as mother Prymaat and Laraine Newman as daughter Conjaab ("Connie").
Aside from their obvious physical differences, the Coneheads also had a very nasal, monotone speech, and seemed to have much larger appetites than average humans. They would eat massive amounts of food during meals, (which they referred to as "consuming mass quantities"), drink entire six packs of beer at once, and smoke whole packs of cigarettes at a time. Despite their distinctions, they were never suspected as being aliens (even when accidentally referring to their neighbors as "Earthlings") by anyone who encountered them.
Much humor derived from the Coneheads' use of over-technical dialogue, such as referring to food as "consumables", and saying "I summon you" to ask to speak to another person. The somewhat popular term "parental unit" also came from the sketches. They engaged in strange behaviors, such as rubbing their cones together as a sign of affection, at which point a bizarre, theremin-like noise is emitted, presumably from the cones themselves. There is also a game they play involving tossing rings over each others' cones, which is somehow sexual in nature, and is considered taboo for the underaged Connie to play.
Dan Aykroyd said he developed the idea for the Coneheads based on the Moai, the mysterious and ancient stone statues of Easter Island, which had similarly conical heads.
The concept was turned into a movie, Coneheads, in 1993, with Aykroyd and Curtin reprising their roles. Michelle Burke played Connie this time out.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coneheads
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So the same place where Dan Aykroyd and the members of the Tragically Hip spent their youth just happens to be a place with more mysteries than the Bermuda Triangle. Interesting. I’ll bet they weren’t talking about high school that night back stage.
Okay, zip forward a bit more when somebody on GLP posts a link to Google Video from back in the old days (6 months ago) when you could still download videos. This one was about UFO’s and the host was Dan Aykroyd. I again was gobsmacked. I truly had no idea he was THAT interested in the subject that he actually hosted a documentary about it. Something like that could ruin the career of a person in the public eye so obviously this was important to him. I couldn’t watch it immediately and downloaded it to view at a later date. I can no longer find the video on YouTube mostly because I don’t remember what it was called. I can no longer find it in my computer either and that has me a little creeped out and a little irked, I never did get a chance to watch it.
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The beginning of January Purpleaura and I were talking a lot about all the mysterious and unusual happenings in the sky. Then out of the blue Purpleaura comes across the name David Sereda.
Purpleaura ~ January 5, 2007
How I found this guy I don’t know but I thought he was interesting but I don’t know why.
David Sereda, born August 21, 1961 in Edmonton, Canada, has gained notability in the field of UFOlogy and space science research.
After seeing a UFO at the age of 7 years old, it has been David's ambition to fly to space.
In 2003 David Sereda spoke in front of the US Congress House Committee on Appropriations on aneutronic fusion
http://www.answers.com/topic/david-sereda
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I agreed, he definitely sounded interesting.
Miss Scarlet ~ January 6, 2007
David Sereda is very interesting and shares a birthday with BWB. I went to his blog and there's a petition to send him into space. It also lists a documentary he appears in that I just happened to have downloaded from YouTube to watch at a later date. I have exactly 4 movies and that’s one of them. Just been waiting to get speakers so I guess now is the time. The host is Dan Aykroyd, inventor of the Coneheads, so that's why I saved it.
The next day I checked out GLP and came across this thread:
Very Important UFO story unfolding
Anonymous Coward
User ID: 175184
1/7/2007 1:05 AM
I believe I have a huge UFO story unfolding here over Lake Erie. Let me give you a little back ground. I live in Eastlake, which is a suburb of Cleveland, I Live about a two good rock throw's from Lake Erie, about Four years ago, from my backyard, I seen a very close UFO, it was right over the closest edge of the lake, to this day it is the most amazing thing I have ever seen, I did not get that one on tape but it sparked my interest in trying to film them, but before i get into that, let me tell you what this craft looked like, I looked like a flat platform made of glowing Plasma (Red) you could make out the edges very well, they was not blurry. On top of this "Platform" sat what looked like a glowing sun, kinda like a ball of plasma that was around the size of a small plane, The ball was about 1/3 the length of the bottom part. just picture a line with a ball on top and that is what it looked like, the line part about ten feet Thick I would say.
I had a friend that was here and he seen it as well, after that, On every chance I get, I would go down to Lake Erie and take my Sony Camcorder with me, and a tripod, I would get everything set up and then would stay usually till 1 to 3:00 AM, I really liked just going and hanging out at the beach.
My UFO footage has been featured on the Art Bell Website, WWW.Clevelandufo.com, Featured on CBS action 19 news and most recently four of my clips were featured on David Sereda's latest UFO film "UFO's unplugged with Dan Aykroyd"
Because of David using my footage, I became close friends with David and I shared the information I am going to share with you now, I am now co-producers with David Sereda in his new film called "From here to Andromeda" I am being interviewed in the Film and much of my UFO Cleveland Lake Erie footage will be shown.
Here is what David has had to say...
I digitized your footage and all the footage from the trip. The 2 UFOs is one of the best clips I have ever seen anywhere. Dan Aykroyd just called. I may get a cameo of him in January. He had a new sighting and wants to see Michael Lee Hill's footage.
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As you just heard, Dan Aykroyd is going to make a cameo! That is cool.
Here is the thing, I began to look into UFO activity in this Area where I have grown up and where I have filmed all these UFO's, This area has been a hot bed of activity for a very long time, check out these stories, this is all going to be covered in Sereda's new movie but I believe this could be one of the biggest UFO stories ever! And I have the video to prove it!
http://www.godlikeproductions.com/bbs/message.php?messageid=326414&mpage=1&showdate=1/7/07&forum=1
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I was compelled to respond to this poster and told him about Purpleaura coming across David Sereda and the Dan Aykroyd Conehead dream.
He responded to my post with this:
Wow, that is some strange divine communication there :-) That is what I believe synchronicity is....communication.
And when you pay attention, it grows until one night you have a very real dream, and in this Dream you meet GOD. God gives you a flower and tells you that your are LOVED and everything is going to be OK.
And in the morning when you awake, You find a real life Rose on your chest.
What Then?
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Boy that got me thinking for a couple of reasons. Purpleaura and I have this rose thing going on for one, I was intrigued as to what the poster meant with the analogy. Secondly, that’s what it’s all about as far as I’m concerned, paying attention. Every little thing you see and hear has significance. Luckily he later revealed his name as Michael Lee Hill. Quite an interesting and talented fellow. The entire link above from his original post is very much worth a read.
I went to his website, found an email address and emailed him stating who I was and would he mind answering a question and allow me to go into more detail regarding my fascination with Cleveland. He didn’t mind in the least, this was part of the email I sent January 9, 2007:
This is going to be a long email, there’s so much I want to comment on, Cleveland being the first mystery.
I just had a recollection last night that may be a big part of the puzzle. The recall was of my mother showing me Cleveland as a very young child. We were on the beach at night and she pointed out the city to me. What came back to me was, my mother and I have never ever been on the beach at night or alone. She was not much of a beach person and I can recall maybe 3 times she took the entire family there for the day, but that was it. So it had to have been Maria that showed me Cleveland, and now I’m even more curious as to why. We also went to the beach to get sand for the sandbox, which brought back another memory. Maria came to me almost always while I was playing in the sandbox, so it's not just the lake, it's the sand too.
From the time Maria showed me Cleveland, I could see it like it was right in front of me and felt like I could reach out and touch the skyline. About 10 years ago my husband and I went back east, it was the first time there for him. I was excited to take him to the lake, as that’s where I spent every second I could, and we could barely see Cleveland. I was terribly confused and thought it must have been the drugs. Then I read this article, which didn’t really explain things, but at least I knew I wasn’t the only one who had seen this. I personally think there’s more to it than a mirage.
Scientists say Erie mirage could be real
AP - July 31, 2006 - Cleveland, Ohio
Scientists say it's a mirage, but others swear that when the weather is right, Clevelanders can see across Lake Erie and spot Canadian trees and buildings 50 miles away. Eyewitness accounts have long been part of the city's history. "The whole sweep of the Canadian shore stood out as if less than three miles away," a story in The Plain Dealer proclaimed in 1906.
"The distant points across the lake stood out for nearly an hour and then faded away. I can see how this could be possible," said Lawrence Krauss, chairman of the Physics Department at Case Western Reserve University. Krauss and Joe Prahl, chairman of the Mechanical and Aerospace Engineering Department at Case, said mirages can occur during an atmospheric inversion, in which a layer of cold air blankets the lake, topped by layers of increasingly warm air. When this happens, it can cause the light that filters through these layers from across the lake to bend, forming a lens that can create the illusion of distant objects. The scientists said the air has to be extremely calm for the mirage to appear. If the wind blows, it distorts or dissolves the image. Prahl and Krauss said such a mirage is rare.
Tom Schmidlin, a meteorologist in the Geography Department at Kent State University, said, "It's not terribly unusual. Sailors are always exposed to this kind of thing." Prahl, who regularly sails his 30-foot sloop Seabird from Cleveland to Canada, has never seen it.
Bob Boughner, a reporter for the Chatham Daily News in Ontario, said he's seen Cleveland from across Lake Erie twice, the first time four summers ago while driving along a road near the lake. He saw it again two summers ago while driving along the same road. All of a sudden, there was Cleveland, just off the Canadian shore, as if it were just across a river, he said. "I happened to look across the lake and, geez, I couldn't believe the sight," he said. "I could see the cars and the stoplights. I could even make out the different colors of the vehicles. It lasted a good two or three minutes." Boughner said he remembers his aunt Melba Bates, who lived all her life on Lake Erie and recently died in her late 90s, talking about being able to see Cleveland, but he didn't believe her. "I thought she was making up stories," he said. "But sure enough, I could see the same damned thing. When it shows up, it looks like you can touch it."
Another thing that stood out for me in your original post was your description of some of the objects you see, particularly the “Tiny Sun”. I was in the process of trying to write a book and this is a story, word for word, which I wrote 5 years ago.
“Tiny Sun”
BWB and I love the ambience and aroma of scented candles, consequently we melt quite a few. The night my father passed away (I was not yet aware of this, he being in Ontario), BWB woke me up at 2:30 in the AM and asked if I had a candle lit. I said, "No, you just woke me up, it’s’ 2:30 in the morning, why would I have a candle lit?"” BWB said, "Well, look at the lamp." I turned over to look at the lamp on the nightstand, and could clearly see why he would ask such a peculiar question at such a peculiar time of the day. There was a very bright glow behind it. This glow then moved from behind the lamp, and it appeared to resemble a “Tiny Sun”. The tiny sun hovered for a moment, and then in a flash it streaked across the wall and out the window. I have no explanation; I’m just telling you what I saw.
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The part of that story I didn’t relate to Michael was an occurrence the day we were married. We didn’t know the people marrying us, I arranged the whole thing by email and fax. Our witness, Dawn, was the daughter of the marriage commissioner. Right after the ceremony a monarch butterfly flew right between the two of us and BWB said “there goes mom”. His mother passed away years ago and she said her only regret was that she would not able to attend his wedding. But he knew she would and he knew that was her.
We made mention of the tiny sun incident for some reason and Dawn looked at us like we were nuts. Or so we thought. After the ceremony she told us her best friend’s mother had just passed and the night it happened she also saw a tiny sun and a monarch butterfly emerged from it. I would strongly encourage a visit to Michael’s site, mostly to hear some of his music and partly to see his webpage and how nicely that fit in with everything.
http://www.michaelleehill.com/
He replied with an answer to my question:
Q - I guess my first question to you is, could you explain what you meant by the rose?
A - That would be about the biggest case of Synchronicity ever, You could shrug it off and say somebody must have just left a rose in hear, but you would know that is not the case because you just had the Vision where GOD handed you a flower. You pay attention to these weird coincidences and synchronicity, they then begin to grow until you have no doubt something is communicating with you.
Okay, that was super freaky because Purpleaura and I think it would be really cool to come back with something tangible from our visits elsewhere. This was an email and picture she sent me on January 6, 2007:
I forgot to add Miss Kitty came running in here this morning to me saying, “Come and see what I got, they left it for me”. So I followed her and she shows me these little plastic colored circles with metal around the outside. I asked her where she got them they and she said behind the shutter near the window in her room. Then she said again, "they left it there for me" OK creepy! Now I know for a fact that I cleaned the window sill couple of weeks ago and I don’t know where these came from and I have never seen them. I asked hubby and the other kids and they have never seen them and don’t even know what they’re for. Hmmmm
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I suspect the stones are Purpleaura and Miss Kitty’s rose.
So there you have it, almost everything I ever learned about Cleveland. And now that we’ve ciphered why Maria showed it to me, what does it mean? Is there a portal to another dimension there? Is this where the so-called first contact will be? Will Michael be the one to arrange it? I for one am staying tuned, in the meantime, enjoy the following video Michael posted to YouTube. The other videos posted in the original blog are no longer available.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9QZxsM8xWFA
