Folks, recently I've been alerted to a scam going around involving a group that calls itself "Sci-Fi Productions." The implication is that they are with the Sci-Fi Channel -- they are not. My friend Brendan Skeen, who runs Ghost-Mart (Ghostvillage.com is a partner site to Ghost-Mart) has been receiving calls from people who want to place some very big orders for various investigation equipment. While we're grateful for the orders, we don't want to see anybody get ripped off.
Here's how the scam works: Your ghost investigation group receives an email from someone claiming they're with Sci-Fi Productions. The email says they are casting for a new ghost show and they're interested in you. They may ask you for some headshots of yourself, or they may be looking for some more information about your group.
Next, they offer you a phone number based out of California. You call the number and they answer it, "Sci-Fi Productions." They will tell you they work in a cut-throat business and tell you that you can't tell anyone you're talking to them or it might jeopardize your chances at starring in their new show. Then they'll ask you what kind of investigation equipment you have. They may ask you to get some more if you're serious and want to be on the show. The scam ends when they ask you to ship your investigation equipment to them so they can check it out before they schedule the filming of the pilot. (In some cases people are shipping them thousands of dollars worth of equipment.) Once you send in your stuff, the contact stops and you don't hear back. The number (which is likely a pay-as-you-go cell phone) gets disconnected, and you're out all of your equipment. Our best guess is that the scammer then sells your stuff on eBay for hundreds of dollars.
I've had the opportunity to work with a few television production companies on various projects and I can tell you, they would never ask you to ship them your equipment for any reason. They may ask for headshots, they may ask for sample video of you in action, but they simply won't have any interest in your EMF meters. If they are for real, and do have a budget for a show, they'll buy you all the necessary equipment when they start filming.
This group is preying on people who want to be famous and have their own ghost show. Television is still hungry for the paranormal, but please think before you send all of your equipment away to some stranger.
This past weekend I went to the White Mountains of New Hampshire to the Beyond Reality Conference at the Mt. Washington Hotel. I decided to go up a day early to test my mettle on Mt. Washington. As my alarm went off at 5 AM on Friday morning, I questioned whether this was really a good idea. Considering I already blogged about going, I figured there was no turning back now.
I got to the base of the mountain around 9:45 in the morning. Looking around, I saw that this might easily have been the finest hiking weather I had ever encountered. There were no clouds, the air was dry and warm, and my hiking boots still fit. Here's how it went: 9:50 – I started up the Tuckerman's Ravine trail.9:54 – I remembered just how rocky the trail was.9:56 – I realized from the amount of sweat pouring off of me that I may not be in as good of shape as I had previously thought.9:59 – Breathing heavy now, but still climbing…
9:59 (and a-half) – Taking a break (I've earned it).
My legs burned, my lungs ached, and the views were incredible as I climbed up past the tree line, onto the boulder-filled slope below the summit. The last half-mile took about 40 minutes of climbing, slipping, breathing, and pulling myself up to higher rocks, but dammit, I made it in just under three hours.
I ate lunch at the cafeteria at the summit — the clam chowder never tasted so good. As my legs began to tighten from the rest, I thought about the 4.2-mile downhill walk I still had ahead of me. I wanted to get to the Mt. Washington Hotel by dinner time because I was meeting friends before the conference. So I began the long hump down.
On more than a couple of steps I felt my ankle give out, but it didn't twist. I remember thinking, "If I did sprain an ankle, how the heck would I get down? It's not like there's a road anywhere near here." I pressed on.
For anyone who has never hiked a steep slope, the walk down is often more difficult because it's all impact. I was making great time, and once I was back below the tree line, I was getting more sore and eager to get back to the hotel and have a beer (or twelve). I was more than half-way down when I saw a small group of guys standing around a stretcher on the side of the trail. When I got next to them I saw there was a dog strapped in.
"What happened?" I asked.
"His legs gave out just past the Lion's Head trail," one of the men replied.
I already knew the answer that would follow my next question. I was tired, and my knees were shaky, but if I didn't offer I'd feel much worse than sore. "Do you need some help?" I said.
"Yeah, we really do," he said.
Six of us carried the 80-pound dog down the rest of the way to the base. Even with six carrying the stretcher, we stopped often to rest and switch arms. I gave up on breaking any speed records down. I was just trying not to drop the dog or blow out my own legs. By 4:15 we lowered the stretcher to the parking lot where the dogs owner could get him into his truck and go to find help.
With my good deed done, I drove 45 minutes around the mountain to the Mt. Washington Hotel. After a well-deserved (and practically required by the hotel staff) shower, I met up with some of my friends who organized the conference.
What followed the rest of the weekend was one of the best paranormal conferences I've ever attended (and I've been to a lot). I saw a lot of old friends, made some new ones, and had some great conversations with people who were there to explore the ghosts and legends of the Mt. Washington Hotel. I appreciate everyone who said hello, picked up one of my books, or shared a story with me.
I gave two different lectures this weekend, and heard some good feedback from the audience. It was also refreshing to find that many of the speakers had some differing views on the paranormal. Though we disagreed on the hows and whys, the mood was always respectful and friendly — so refreshing in a field that often doesn't take kindly to good debates.
We had a lot of laughs, we investigated some of the hot spots of the hotel, and we got to unwind near some of the most majestic views in New England. On the last day of the conference I was thrilled to learn that I'll also be speaking at the next Mt. Washington event April 24-26, 2009. You should definitely go because we will rock that mountain to he ground (making it significantly easier for me to climb next time).
This weekend I'll be speaking at the Beyond Reality event at the Mt. Washington Hotel. I'm heading up early Friday morning to hike Mt. Washington (the highest peak east of the Mississippi) for the third time in my life. I haven't made the climb in four years, but I'm so ready to rock that mountain. However, if my mind is more willing than my body, and I die on the mountain, I promise to come back and haunt the hell out of the conference -- you'll find my ghost near the bar.
Recently Matthew Whitton and Rick Dyer from Georgia have hijacked and held the headlines with their claim of a 500-pound, 7-foot 7-inch Bigfoot body in a freezer at an undisclosed location — almost to the point where Olympic swimmer, Michael Phelps was going to have to swim in a Bigfoot costume to turn the world's attention back to where it belongs. When I first saw the photo, I admit, I said, "Wow! What if?" I'd love to believe that these two guys did in fact stumble upon this elusive creature. The photo made me want to believe it even more.
There have been many Bigfoot claims in the past. Eyewitness accounts, some photos, and the most famous case involving the Patterson film from 1967 showing an ape-like creature lurking through the woods — but that was just film. Many have argued the authenticity of that film, both sides have made good points. But Whitton and Dyer claim to have a body — and here's the pictureto prove it! It's been almost a week since the photo and story have been released, and so far we have learned very little — and therein lies the problem.
I can understand keeping this amazing find in an undisclosed location. I can even understand hiring a publicist to manage the dissemination of information, however, something smells fishy here. Why do we only have one or two grainy photos of this body? And now there's Tom Biscardi, the "Real Bigfoot Hunter" involved with the case. If he is a real researcher, he should have been able to better advise Whitton and Dyer. Step one: bring in a professional photographer to take about 1000 high-resolution images. Every moment is precious after the death of any creature. Decay begins in minutes, and if we're going to learn something, time is of the essence. Next, take hours of high-resolution video of the creature from every angle. Allow the photos and videos to be viewed by both the media and scientific community immediately. Next, call one or two media outlets and show them what you have. Allow an independent (and hopefully impartial) eye to review your finding and present it for you — then go hide the body for safety. If Whitton and Dyer had taken these steps from the start, they would have a long line of legitimate scientists and researchers outside of their door who had seen the high-resolution images volunteering to study the creature and reach a conclusion.
If (and that's a big "if") Whitton and Dyer do indeed have a body, they are undermining their own claim with the way the information is being released. Whitton, Dyer, and now Biscardi have done a wonderful job at plugging their Internet radio show and Web sites, but not in gaining credibility. From wearing baseball caps at their press conference to drawing out the release of information, each day that goes by makes this discovery less important and more likely to be a hoax. I wouldn't be surprised if we soon hear an announcement from this trio that the Bigfoot body has somehow disappeared or been stolen. There are already cries of, "Put up or shut up," echoing from the public, which leaves only three options: 1. Produce the body; 2. Admit the fraud; 3. "Lose" the "body."
Most people would agree that humans are the top of the food chain here on Earth. Though there can be much debate as to where all the other animals, critters, and creatures who share our planet sit in terms of order, there can be no argument as to who holds the bottom rung: adolescent and teenage boys.
I know this for a fact because I have the perspective of having been one of these bottom-dwellers, and the experience of evolving up a couple of rungs on the ladder since then.
In speaking with other men around my age I've learned that some of the stupid things I did as a kid, those guys also did even though we grew up in different parts of the country. For example, any male I've ever met who lived in the vicinity of an electric fence has at one time or another touched said fence on a dare. I can't explain what force in the universe compels boys to touch the exposed metal wire when we know we're going to receive a somewhat painful jolt of electricity (and yes, Smartypants, I knew it was on because I watched two other guys grab the fence just before I did), but we do it. We have to. We have no choice. But in all my laughter-filled discussions about male adolescent stupidity, I have found only a select few men who knew the painful joys of a game called Red Butt.
I did a quick Google search and saw that there are variations on the rules of Red Butt, and given that there's no formal governing body that oversees the… uhh… sport, I'll give the rules as we played them in Newtown, Connecticut back in the mid-1980s.
Equipment: 1 large brick wall. 1 tennis ball 1 group of adolescent/teenage boys Tighty-whitey underwear (wearing boxer shorts could have devastating consequences) 2 much free time
First, someone has to be "it." A bummer, I know, but dems the rules. We would line up in a straight line facing the wall about 50 feet away. On "go," we all sprinted toward the wall. The last to touch, was it. The "it" person then bent over directly in front of the brick wall with his butt facing the line of boys. The biggest/meanest kid would then take the tennis ball and everyone would line up at the 50-foot mark. The objective was to nail the bent-over kid in the ass with the tennis ball. If the thrower was successful in connecting with the buttocks of the "it" boy, there was no need for anyone to run. The "it" boy stayed it, and the ball was handed back to the same thrower to try again. If, however, the thrower missed the butt, it's a free ball. If the bent-over kid gets to the free ball first, then the thrower is now "it" and has to bend over. If a different kid scrambles to the loose ball first, then the "it" boy remains it, and the kid who picked up the ball gets to throw next.
This continues until someone runs home crying that he's been "it" for too long and won't be able to sit for a week, or until recess is over. Having been "it" more than once, I can promise that this game is aptly named.
I recognize that Red Butt gives an awful lot of ammunition to people who support the creationism theory. I mean, if Darwin is correct, how the hell did so many men survive playing Red Butt (and those hits that connected just below the buttocks and between the legs) and then eventually procreate? The world may never know.
In my life I've had the opportunity to travel a pretty good distance from home. I've seen other countries, I've been all over the United States, and I've explored my own back yard. One thing I've discovered for certain is that we live on a very weird planet. To truly capture the odd folktales, ghostly legends, UFO sightings, and understand the cryptids lurking in a given area, you need to be local for a good deal of time. I was born in Massachusetts. I've lived in a few other states, but I came back. I know the locals and the locales. If I don't know the history or the witnesses, I know who to ask.
I spent most of last year exploring a bizarre place called Massachusetts. In my research I learned that life here in the Bay State was perfectly normal... right up until about 10,000 years ago. And then things started to get weird. Massachusetts has more than its share of ghosts; I knew that years ago. We're old New England, we embrace our history, and we're more apt to talk about our ghosts than some other parts of the country. But we also have our monsters: Pukwudgies, Bigfoot, the Dover Demon, Big Hairy, and the Thunderbird just to name a few. We have Salem -- arguably the world capital of all things witchy. We have Cape Cod, full of sea tales, giant serpents, and Wampanoag creation legends. Every corner of the state has something unusual to share. Sometimes you just need to scratch the surface a bit.
This was the most fun I've had writing a book. I crawled through caves, I trekked through swamps looking for cryptids, and I pored through history books discovering the oddities our forefathers believed in.
In the past, I had the chance to contribute to other books in this series including Weird U.S. and Weird Hauntings, but this was my first opportunity to mostly take the reins on my own "weird" book. With the help of some invaluable contributors like Daniel Boudillion, Chris Balzano, and of course, Mark and Mark, Weird Massachusetts came together like a dream. Enjoy the very weird Bay State!
Paranormal Journeys 4 - The Ghosts of Tombstone, Arizona
Category: Travel and Places
Last week I had the opportunity to go to Tombstone, Arizona for the Tombstone Ghost Conference (put on by the Nevada Spirit Seekers). While there, we filmed a new Webisode of Paranormal Journeys. I'd like to thank Amy Bruni for doing all of the camera work (it was her directorial debut!), Loyd Auerbach for slummin' it for a production whose budget consists of the spare change I find in my couch, and the good folks at the Bird Cage Theatre who allowed us to film. Enjoy!
Hey folks... I get a lot of emails asking about how to break into book publishing. I finally wrote a lengthy essay on the subject offering advice and how-to's. If your new year's resolution is to get a book deal, this blog may be for you. You can read it on my personal blog: http://www.jeffbelanger.com/blog/?p=42
Hey y'all... Christmas is a time for joy, a time for lovin', and I sure do love me some holiday songs. I grew up listening to Dr. Demento's radio show and Christmas was always a special time on that program. Some of the most outlandish tunes ever happen at Christmas time. Back in 2005, I had one of the biggest honors of my career when Dr. Demento played one of my Christmas songs ("A Redneck Christmas Carol") on his show. I though I'd share two of these tunes with you. You can hear them on my Web site: http://jeffbelanger.com/santa/
The Ghost Files: Paranormal Encounters, Discussion, and Research from the Vaults of Ghostvillage.com
It was a dark and stormy night back in October of 1999 when I first started tinkering with the Web pages that would soon become Ghostvillage.com. Back then, I couldn't even spell HTML, but I had a couple of paranormal articles that I had written for a newspaper I was working for, and an idea. The idea was simple: a place to put everything ghostly. An open forum of discussion, from the skeptical to the religious, on the supernatural. I'll take credit for launching the site, but it was the tens of thousands of Ghostvillagers who contributed their experiences, thoughts, and theories that made the site grow into what it is today.
So much of what I do is intertwined with Ghostvillage. I wanted to write a book that featured some highlights from my research from the Web site, and boldly look forward to where the ghost phenomenon is going. The Ghost Files: Paranormal Encounters, Discussion, and Research From the Vaults of Ghostvillage.com is for fans of ghost stories, paranormal investigators, and for those who want to explore the many facets of the supernatural experience. Over the years, I've had the opportunity to exchange ideas with so many people on this paranormal topic that I wanted to write a book that would be my definitive work on not only the where and when of ghosts, but also delve into the hows and whys. Many Ghostvillagers contributed to this book, and just like on the Web site, their additions were invaluable.
You're dead. Now what? It's the big question and an important discussion we're all a part of, whether we want to acknowledge it or not. The more questions we ask, the more answers we work toward, the better we'll understand ourselves. The Ghost Files offers dozens of personal and profound accounts of ghost encounters; feature articles that explore specific aspects of the subject such as: possession, ghost investigation, psychics, folklore, historic haunts, spirit communication, skepticism, and animal spirits; and much more.
What Loyd Auerbach had to say about The Ghost Files: "Punctuated by real people's experiences, this book is a must-read for anyone interested in the paranormal—or anyone who's had an experience themselves." -Loyd Auerbach, author of Hauntings and Poltergeists: A Ghost Hunter's Guide.
