“We’re investigating paranormal activity throughout the city, but we’re also trying to uncover historical proof of hauntings” said Henry Flores, Director of Fantasmas.
Flores remembers the exact moment when he became interested in the paranormal. At age seven he had an experience he still carries with him everyday and that memory is the reason he keeps on investigating the unknown.
“I would see a lady just walk by…later on it became dark. I couldn’t see until I looked up at her face, it was black, she had no sockets. I guess i’m just still looking for that face” said Flores.
The Fantasmas have experienced many different encounters. Flores says after all of his investigations little scares him now a days but that wasn’t always the case.
“We were chasing something it went into this old building. We went after it to see if we could find documented proof…i heard it laugh at me. It wasn’t a human laugh. There were bats in the building. It smelled like flesh and rotten blood. Those are the signs that a demon was in an area” said Flores.
Flores is part of the concordia heritage association. For those that cannot handle the idea of investigating and being part of a paranormal team, the cemetery does offer tours. He says the tours always attract the spirits. For more information you can contact Flores at fantasmasonline.tv.
The Fantasmas are recording all of their investigations. They want El Paso to have its very own version of ghosthunters.
OK; I was really going to stop writing junk about Lord Rick, but dang! He keeps begging and begging me! I can’t figure out why! Does he really like to be, treated as only The Odd Emperor can? Sheeze Lord Rick! You bore me already! Give it a break, put a sock into it, have sex with it, smoke it just stifle it. For the love of Pete or some such jazz!
I mean dude! You call me obsessive!
It’s really very simple, Lord Rick decided back in December that he’d finished up with his imaginary “haters” and “stalkers.” They were taking up too much of his valuable time. There’s weed to smoke! And remember, Lord RIck has got a destiny! He’s going to be famous! Lord Rick is going to be a Football Star…or a Rock Star, a soap opera star, porn star — some kind of star, we are not sure what yet. (neither is Lord Rick. ) But it’s going to be important!
However, back in 2008, Lord Rick sat in front of his Internet Computer Screen all day long cursing and gnashing his teeth about what so-and so was saying about him and his antics. He would write long dissertations about how everyone was harassing him. Pages and pages of rage!
Problem was , Lord Rick had no place to put all of this teeth gnashing! All the rage was going to waste! There is nothing worse than wasted rage!
What were they talking about? Those haters? What were they saying that was so vile, so horrible?
Well they did talk about Lord Rick’s antics. Like the time he tried to climb a mountain in Hushpuppies and discovered that.
Hush puppies are not approved mountain climbing gear.
Winter at 10,000 feet means it’s freaking cold! Winter = COLD!
The Internet has this thing call a weather report? Sometimes your local TV station has them too!
There are generally good and bad routes up a mountain.
A route people don’t use is probably a bad one.
Maps are a good idea. Like carry one! That’s a good idea!
Climbing solo to a place you’ve never been before = bad idea.
Climbing solo with no map, really mondo bad idea!
Toy walk-talkies do not make reliable emergency radios.
Hush puppies burn pretty well, but they smell bad.
After you burn your shoes on a debris-face, you um… have no shoes.
Calling for a helicopter because you can’t walk the last mile (because you burned your shoes last night) is expensive!
Because Lord Rick is better than the average loser, he’s decided to try again next month!
But, Lord Rick is not satisfied with only failing a little. Oh no! Lord Rick has to epiclly fail and not just once! Over and over again! Remember his wall o’ butthurt? Here he complained about people and large companies that didn’t do exactly what he wanted them to do (which boils down to, give him money and make him famous in that order.)
Hey! He froze his ass off on that mountaintop! Give him money for Christ sake!
Well, Lord Rick felt his Wall of horror was too mild, no one really gave a damn about it and hardly anyone read it. Who wanted to? I mean, how much stoned, semi illiterate bitching can a person take?
He had all that teeth gnashing, it had to go somewhere!
Lord Rick in his infinite wisdom created a page just for himself… er you or someone.! It’s called Theatrical Clowns and its chock full of what Lord Rick really thinks about people thank-you-very-little. Not just one page of semi illiterate bitching. About a hundred pages. All pounded out in a THC soaked rage as only Lord Rick can.
Remember the maxim? The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. That’s Lord Rick in a nutshell! Only if is doesn’t work once for Lord Rick, don’t just do it again, do it a hundred times again.
If you want the real scoop on Lord Rick’s huge mondo hoard of terrorist vile radical hater scumbags jerk assclowns, look no farther! Lord Rick, his bevy of sock puppets and Moonbat will entertain you for at least a few minutes. Then you will be reaching for the Excedrin.
But, it does have a funny Lord Rick disclaimer which says in part,
By browsing our pages and message board you agree to this disclaimer and abide by it. By agreeing to it you also agree to misuse the information or content provided on our board or hold its owners/staff responsible in anyway in the court of law. If such an event happens our legal disclaimer will be presented adduce.
I showed this to my crack legal team, the “Hounds of Hell” (they were chewing on pig’s ear or some disgusting thing.) All three o them started laughing hysterically, I asked them why and the junior partner “Leo Shyster” said….
“Hahahahhahahhah!, he said adduce! Hahahahahahhahahah!”
Hu? What do I freaking pay them for anyway?
You can also listen to Rick’s great podcast where he talks about using drugs, drinking, Lord Rick has guests tell racist jokes and complains about haters over at NowLive.com. Lord Rick also talks about what a wonderful person he is. Just remember that Lord Rick’s podcast is for entertainment only and is not to be taken seriously. (Adduce …Oh I get it! That IS pretty funny.)
In related news, Lord Rick’s presidential campaign has, run in to a few snags. He’s trying to get ten thousand signatures on an on-line petition. He’s had the thing up since November and has gotten, um… 36. – No! 37! The last comment reads;
9:15 pm PST, Feb 3,Chaymes Paschte, Nevada
You are an illiterate retard. I hope the state comes and takes……
…I don’t think I want to print the rest of that! Cracky! I thought I had fans!
At that rate Lord Rick could run for President in .. around 2100. (Pssst Lord Rick, you are not really running for President, you know that don’t you?)
In unrelated news, the long running nest of vile -horrible-vile-disgusting haters at http://angelofthynight.com was abruptly shut down after the forum leader suffered a devastating demonic onslaught by Lord Rick. Leader and ex-tem pro president of the Wisemen was overheard to say
“I can take being called a pedophile and accused of grooming. I can understand all the calls to my office and the harassment. I can take the shooping and Lord Rick has got a perfect right to publish my dox, claim I’m a sex offender and tell his crazy friends to go after me. But then he cursed me with the uncreation of all that is holy to me. I got up this morning, and found out that I was, in fact, out of coffee. I swear that I had a half a can left yesterday morning. I can only imagine what peril lies before me as I go about my daily business. So far, TWO of my pens don’t work today. I called a priest for help, and I’m not even Catholic. Someone please help me. Please.
Oh, shit. A post-it note just fell off my monitor…must be a demon.
DEMONS! Who has time for that?”
Another leader of the Wisemen also released a public statement saying in part.
“Don’t anyone cross lord Rick ever again. He is a fearsome opponent who will call upon his mystic powers to destroy you utterly! Lord Rick makes Anonymous look like a complete faggot! Don’t anyone say a bad thing about Lord Rick… just don’t! For the sake of humanity , for the love of God, for the sake of your children! Only say good things about Lord Rick! Otherwise he will call upon the forces of the underworld, the Church of Scientology and the telephone company to make your life miserable! Lord Rick is truly the most potent force of the Internet alive today!
But; holy snot nose Batman! another group of Lord Rick terrorists have made yet another Blogger board on Lord Rick. It can be found here and might be by those agents of daaarkness again!
The damage to one of Ecotricity’s wind turbines on Fen Lane, Conisholme, was not caused by a UFO a report has concluded.
Speculation reached fever pitch after a the Louth Leader reported a number of local people seeing strange lights in the sky in the vicinity of the wind park.
But, following several weeks of forensic examination of the turbines components the manufacturer, Enercon, has today ruled out ‘collision’ as a possible cause.
An interim report has concluded that bolts securing the blade to the hub of the turbine failed due to ‘material fatigue’.
We have every reason to be pleased with ourselves. Bucking all recent precedent, we seem to have put a self-possessed, intelligent man in the White House who, if he manages to avoid being bronzed before his first hundred days are up, may actually succeed in correcting the course of empire. The bubble is rushing back to plumb; excitement is in the air. It would be churlish to quibble.
Still, let’s. Although the guard at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue has indisputably changed, although the new boss is not the same as the old boss, I’m less certain about us. I’d like to believe that we’re a different people now; that we’re more educated, more skeptical, more tough-minded than we were when we gave the outgoing gang of criminals enough votes to steal the presidential election, twice, but it’s hard work; actual human beings keep getting in the way.
My neighbor, a high school teacher living about an hour outside New York City, wants to torture a terrorist. He’s worried because he believes that Osama—excuse me, Obama—cares more about terrorists than he does about us. He’s never heard of the Spanish Inquisition. Another neighbor—an actual plumber, actually named Joe—wants Mark Haddon’s The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time tossed out of the high school library. Joe came by recently. Did I want my kids learning how to curse and kill dogs and commit adultery? he asked. I said that my kids already knew how to curse, and that I hadn’t realized that killing dogs and committing adultery were things you had to learn. He showed me the book. He and his wife had gone through it with a blue highlighter and highlighted the words “crap,” “shit,” and “damn” every time they appeared, on every page. They’d written to Laura Bush about it, and received a supportive letter in return, signed by the first lady. “You’re a teacher,” he said. “Don’t tell me you support this kind of filth.” I asked him if he’d read it. Well, no, he said, but he knew what it was about. He didn’t really go in for reading, himself, he said.
by Philip Mantle (Copyright 2009, Philip Mantle – All Rights Reserved)
Posted: 15:30 February 1, 2009
I have been involved with UFOlogy for over 30 years now and during that time I have, by one means or another, obtained quite a large collection of UFO memorabilia of one form or another. The vast majority of this is made up of magazines and newsletters from all over the world.
Some years ago I obtained a number of files, which contained UFO sighting reports. In amongst these reports is a unique piece of UFO history.
In l959, the Reverend Father William B. Gill along with a further 38 other witnesses in Papua, New Guinea, reported a UFO hovering at 500 ft., complete with humanoids who responded when waved at by Reverend Gill. This observation has gone down in UFO lore and has appeared in countless books and periodicals.
Today, I have put up for sale an original (not a copy) of that report. It is type written by The Rev. Norman E.G.Crutwell of the Anglican Mission, Manapi, Papua, New Guinea.
A former insider reveals strategies for managing the news media
by Robert Vaughn Young
LOS ANGELES (RushPRnews) 01/29/09-They say the first step in any recovery program is the admission, so here it is: I handled public relations (PR) and the media for L. Ron Hubbard and his Scientology empire for 20 years.
The Copyright Religion
It is no accident that I avoid saying “Church of Scientology” — the trademarked corporate name. The Scientology world is much larger than merely the “Church” of Scientology (see [sidebar] “Secular,” p. 40). It is a labyrinth of corporate shells that, like a hall of mirrors, was designed to baffle all but the initiated. Add to that an arcane language and dedicated “PRs” trained to divert and control inquiries, and it becomes obvious why few outsiders have been able to comprehend the Scientology hydra, let alone write about it. I hope this will make it easier.
From 1969 to 1989, I worked at every echelon of the organization, from a small, new “mission” up to national and then international level, including handling media in other countries and working at Hubbard’s personal literary agency. During my tenure, I handled reporters from high school papers and from The New York Times. I have appeared as a Scientology spokesman on radio talk shows and national TV news, as well as in magazines, books, and even a documentary film. I was a member of the Guardian’s Office, the pseudo-naval Sea Organization, and the glitzy Author Services Inc., Hubbard’s literary agency in downtown Hollywood.
If there’s something strange in your nursing home, who ya gonna call? It may just be In Nomine Paranormal Research, a team of “ghost busters” who made some startling and spooky discoveries at a former facility in Ohio.
The Sandusky Nursing Home in Sandusky, OH, opened in 1969 as the Erie Care Center, a fifth-floor nursing home that was part of the Erie Inn Motor Hotel. By 1982,
the nursing home had taken over the entire building before closing in 1988. The building was briefly used as a bed and breakfast before being abandoned in 1996. Since then, the building has remained empty—or has it? For years, people have reported hearing disembodied voices and footsteps. The ghost of a small child is said to roam the corridors of the old nursing home.
A recent blog on the examiner.com chronicles the adventures of In Nomine Paranormal Research, paranormal researchers who were out to investigate these sightings. According to reports from INPR, mysterious footfalls landed in the doorways of rooms they occupied, though no one else was around. A floating “orb” also appeared to streak toward their camera, creating some interesting disturbances, though both researchers and blog commentators say it could just as easily have been dust.
I stared at the dark figure for a few seconds before I spoke.
Surely, my imagination was misleading me. Or maybe my eyes were just tired and blurry.
It was the middle of the night and I was on a ghost hunt with paranormal investigators in the Chickamauga Battlefield, part of the nation’s oldest and largest Civil War park.
In the beginning, I was skeptical because I had already been on one hunt in LaFayette’s Marsh House and experienced nothing — not even when they sent me crawling around in the dark, dirty basement of the antebellum home.
I also was naively optimistic that if there was anything paranormal in nature at the battlefield, I would somehow be able to prove it — capture it on camera or have an indisputable interaction with a ghost.
Yes, I pictured myself breaking a huge story, getting an exclusive interview with a ghost. Don’t laugh.
Back to the story. I was walking the large field near Snodgrass Hill, looking toward the tree line that surrounds the large grassy space. I stared at the dark, shadowy, upright figure in the distance for a few seconds, wondering if I was going crazy. Or maybe I was delirious. Or maybe I was looking at a reflection, a shadow, something explainable.
I waited a few seconds, staring, searching my brain for answers, and attempting to make sure that I wasn’t about to over-react or make a fool of myself.
Finally, I pointed at the moving figure and asked the other members of my group if they saw it. By the time they answered, “What, where?” it was gone.
And, of course, none of the cameras were working well because of the cold temperatures.
So I came away from my second ghost hunt with no hard proof of the paranormal and facts are what a journalist lives by.
I question my sighting — although the investigators said my experience was credible because there were other similar ones — because I can’t prove it.
But even though I came away with no hard evidence, the experience was exciting. Simply having the opportunity to roam the battlefield in the middle of the night was amazing. Living in downtown Chattanooga, I sometimes forget how bright the stars are.
Even though I didn’t get my big break and capture undeniable evidence of a ghost, I did something not many get to see. Even though it was so cold I could see my breath, it was a beautiful night.
Marc Headley v. Church of Scientology International
A potentially devastating lawsuit [PDF] was filed by Marc Headley in Los Angeles County Court on January 5 against the Church of Scientology International (CSI), alleging that CSI violated California labor law by failing to pay Headley, and others similarly situated, minimum wage or for the overtime he routinely worked as an employee of Golden Era Productions, an unincorporated entity which is chiefly responsible for producing and selling Scientology’s promotional videos and materials. Headley estimates that he was paid approximately 39 cents an hour for the time he worked at Golden Era between 1989 to 2005, during which time he sometimes worked 100+ hour, 7 day weeks uncompensated for his overtime.
Headley also alleges that he was forced by Scientology to sign various documents, under duress, acknowledging that he had no rights as an employee, and that he was not given copies of these documents.
