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The Truth About Bigfoot Sightings in Ohio During March of 2026: What nobody wants to admit–the terror behind the conspiracies

It was one of those crisp March evenings in 2026 when the calls started pouring in from Portage County, Ohio—eight credible Bigfoot sightings crammed into barely a hundred hours, each one more jaw-dropping than the last. People weren’t just spotting shadows in the woods; they were locking eyes with something massive, something that didn’t belong in our tidy little version of reality. One report came from a mom and her daughter, who were driving along a back road near Mantua Center, right around 8:00 p.m. on March 7th. They almost hit it. The thing stepped out of the treeline and stood there three feet from the passenger door—close enough, the daughter said, that she could have reached out and touched it if the window had been down. It was around six-foot-five, brown, and moving with that casual, unhurried stride that big creatures seem to have when they know they own the night. But here’s the part that is most chilling: its face was blurry. Not out of focus like a bad photo, but genuinely indistinct, as if the creature was only halfway rendered into our four-dimensional world. The mom slammed the brakes, the daughter screamed, and then it was gone—melted back into the trees as if it had never been there at all. No aggression, no chase, just a quiet acknowledgment that something ancient had crossed their path and decided, for whatever reason, to let them live with the memory.

By the time the Bigfoot Society podcast and local news outlets like Cleveland 19 and FOX 8 started mapping it out, the reports were stacking up from Mantua Center to Garrettsville to Windham to Newton Township. Daytime sightings in broad sunlight on the Headwaters Trail—a nine-foot brown male standing 120 yards off Route 44 at 12:23 p.m. on March 6th. Nighttime grunts and muddy prints the size of dinner plates. An older woman in Windham who had never believed in any of this nonsense watched something massive bolt through the woods on March 9th. A man walking his German Shepherd at 4:00 a.m. on March 10th had the dog lose its mind at the back door before the shadow of an eight- to ten-foot figure vanished into the blackness. Multiple independent witnesses, at different times of day, on different roads, under different lighting conditions. Some smelled that unmistakable wet-dog-meets-skunk odor. Others heard deep, vibrating grunts that carried through the trees like distant thunder. And every single one of them swore it wasn’t a bear, wasn’t a hoax, wasn’t some kid in a costume. These were ordinary Ohioans—hikers, dog walkers, a mom just trying to get her kid home—who suddenly found themselves face-to-face with the impossible.

The internet, of course, went wild with the usual explanations. “Undocumented Neanderthal remnant!” cried the cryptid enthusiasts. “Lost tribe of giant hairy hominids migrating through the Midwest!” But I’ve spent too many years chasing these things—camping at the Mothman Museum with my grandkids, hiking the haunted Moonville Tunnel at midnight, standing on the ridges of Little Round Top at Gettysburg—to buy the simple “flesh-and-blood ape-man hiding in the woods” story. The more I read the reports, the more I kept coming back to the same conclusion I’ve reached after researching the Ohio Valley mounds for decades: these aren’t just undiscovered animals. They’re something far older, far stranger, and far more connected to the Politics of Heaven than most people are ready to admit. They’re dimensional. They’re quantum-entangled echoes of beings who have been walking these same trails for thousands of years—sometimes in our reality, sometimes bleeding through from somewhere else entirely. And the reason they keep showing up right here, right now, in the same corridors where ancient earthworks once stood, is because those earthworks were never just “religious monuments.” They were communication devices. Calling cards. Mathematical beacons built by people who understood something we’ve spent centuries trying to forget.

Let me take you back to the source of all this strangeness—the Ohio River Valley itself, that ribbon of land that runs from the Serpent Mound down near Cincinnati all the way up through the Newark Earthworks and beyond. This isn’t random wilderness. It’s one of the most concentrated paranormal hotspots on the planet, and it has been for a very long time. The same week those Portage County sightings were making national news, I pulled out the old hidden-haunts map I’d bought at the Mothman Museum and started plotting the locations. Every single sighting clustered around old mound corridors, old Indian trails that modern roads had paved over, places where the veil has always been thin. Serpent Mound, Fort Ancient, the massive geometric works at Newark that once covered more ground than the Great Pyramid complex in Egypt—those aren’t just piles of dirt left by “primitive” hunter-gatherers. They’re precise mathematical constructs aligned to the Pleiades, to solstices, to the movement of stars in ways that required calculus-level understanding of Earth’s circumference and axial tilt. The same mathematics you find at Stonehenge and Avebury in England. The same geometric obsession you see at Flag Fen near Peterborough, where Francis Pryor and his team uncovered an entire Bronze Age village built on a bog around 1300 B.C.—a place so sophisticated it makes the Romans who later conquered Britain look like amateurs playing catch-up.

I remember the first time I stood at Stonehenge with my family, the same trip where I picked up Pryor’s book Britain BC at the visitor center gift shop. You see the famous stones on TV, and you think, “cool rocks.” But when you’re actually there, walking the landscape, you realize the stones are just the tip of the iceberg. The entire countryside is dotted with burial mounds—hundreds of them—some almost identical in size and construction to the ones at Miamisburg and Middletown right here in Ohio. There’s a massive cursus—a long, linear earthwork over a mile long—that you can’t even see properly from the ground; it only makes sense from the air. It looks like a giant runway aimed at the heavens. And just a few miles north at Avebury, you’ve got the same thing: enormous circular henges, burial barrows, and geometric patterns that mirror the Newark Octagon and the Great Circle earthworks back home. Pryor’s work at Flag Fen blew the lid off the whole “primitive Britons” myth. They built an entire wooden platform and causeway across a bog, throwing broken tools and weapons into the water as offerings to the dead. Why? Because they understood that bogs preserve. They understood that the afterlife wasn’t some vague cloud kingdom—it was a place you could send messages to. And they used mathematics and geometry to do it.

Fritz Zimmerman has been saying the same thing about North America for years, only louder and with more receipts. His books—The Encyclopedia of Ancient Giants in North America, The Nephilim Chronicles: Fallen Angels in the Ohio Valley, Ancient America: The Dark Side, and Mysteries of Ancient America—aren’t fringe conspiracy rants. They’re the result of decades of boots-on-the-ground research, cross-referencing thousands of old newspaper accounts, county histories, and Smithsonian reports that mainstream archaeology would rather pretend don’t exist. Zimmerman’s core thesis is as elegant as it is explosive: the giant bones reported in over 500 separate accounts across the Midwest weren’t hoaxes or exaggerations. They belonged to the Amorites—biblical giants, descendants of the Nephilim—who fled Joshua’s conquest of Canaan, migrated through Europe (building or influencing Stonehenge and Avebury along the way), and eventually crossed the Atlantic in sophisticated boats to settle the Ohio Valley. The mounds they left behind aren’t random; they’re the same celestial observatories and ritual centers you find in England, only transplanted here. And the paranormal activity that clusters around them—Bigfoot, orbs, Mothman, shadowy figures—aren’t new phenomena. They’re the lingering echoes of the same entities those ancient builders were trying to communicate with.

Think about it. The Book of Enoch—preserved in the Dead Sea Scrolls and left out of our modern canon for reasons that should make every honest person furious—gives us the clearest picture. Two hundred Watchers, led by Semyaza and Azazel, descend on Mount Hermon, lust after human women, and produce giant offspring. God punishes them, but their disembodied spirits are cursed to roam the earth until the final judgment. These aren’t cartoon devils with pitchforks. They’re principalities and powers (Ephesians 6:12), interdimensional beings who once had physical bodies and now operate from the quantum edges of our reality. The Amorites carried that knowledge with them. They built geometric earthworks—circles, octagons, serpents aligned to the stars—because those shapes spoke the language those fallen entities understood. It wasn’t “religion” in the Sunday-school sense. It was technology. It was science. It was an attempt to maintain a relationship with the divine council, which Psalm 82 warns is still plotting against Yahweh to this day.

That’s why the mom and her daughter didn’t see a clear-faced ape-man on that dark Ohio road. They saw something bleeding through the veil—something that exists in a higher or adjacent dimension and only partially manifests here. The blurry face? That’s what quantum entanglement looks like when two realities briefly overlap. The creature wasn’t “lost.” It was answering an ancient call that still resonates through the mounds it once helped build. The same thing explains the Mothman at Point Pleasant in 1966–67—Stolas, the 36th demon from the Lesser Key of Solomon, appearing as a prophetic harbinger before the Silver Bridge collapse. The same thing explains the orbs we photographed at the Moonville Tunnel, the green healing spirits that seem to drift down from the ridges at Gettysburg, the Bigfoot sightings that spike whenever someone disturbs an old mound corridor. These aren’t separate mysteries. They’re the same phenomenon wearing different masks depending on who’s looking and what the local geometry is tuned to.

And here’s where the real conspiracy kicks in—the one that has nothing to do with the CIA and everything to do with the spiritual wickedness in high places. Mainstream archaeology, the Smithsonian, and the political class that funds them have spent over a century burying this truth under layers of political correctness and bad assumptions. The Native American Graves Protection and Repatriation Act (NAGPRA) of 1990—passed right after Dances with Wolves tugged at everyone’s heartstrings—made it illegal to study many of these sites properly. Bones that could prove the existence of pre-Columbian European or Near Eastern contact? Reburied. Giant skeletons reported in hundreds of 19th-century newspapers? Carted off to Smithsonian vaults and never seen again. The Windover Bog site in Florida is the perfect example. Discovered in the 1980s during housing construction, it yielded 168 incredibly preserved skeletons from 7,000–8,000 years ago—people with advanced woven textiles, bog-preservation knowledge identical to European practices, and thigh bones so large that Dr. Geoffrey Thomas held one up next to his own leg on camera at the Brevard Museum and basically admitted these folks were giants. Average height estimates got downplayed to 5’5” in some reports, but the video evidence and the bone density tell a different story. These weren’t primitive hunter-gatherers. They were part of a sophisticated culture that understood time, astronomy, and the spirit world in ways we’re only beginning to rediscover. And what happened? The site was covered up. Research stalled. NAGPRA kicked in. End of story.

Meanwhile, in England, Francis Pryor and the English Heritage team get to dig Flag Fen like it’s the greatest adventure on Earth. They uncover a Bronze Age village built on a bog, with broken swords and tools thrown in as offerings, and everyone celebrates the sophistication of prehistoric Britons. Why the double standard? Because admitting the same people—or at least the same knowledge—crossed the Atlantic thousands of years before Columbus shatters too many comfortable narratives. It forces us to confront the biblical timeline. It forces us to admit that the “indigenous” label we slap on every pre-Columbian culture is as accurate as calling the Romans “indigenous” to Britain. Migration, trade, and the collision of cultures happened constantly. Giants walked among us. Fallen angels taught forbidden knowledge. And their disembodied offspring are still here, still walking the old paths, still answering calls that were broadcast through geometric earthworks when the stars were in different alignments.

This is the Politics of Heaven playing out on Earth. Yahweh’s divine council—Elohim plural, as Psalm 82 makes painfully clear—has been in rebellion since before the Flood. The Watchers’ sin produced the Nephilim, whose spirits became the principalities and powers that still rule from the shadows. Solomon commanded them to build his Temple. The Canaanites sacrificed children to Moloch to appease them. The mound builders aligned their works to the stars to communicate with them. And today, in 2026, when eight Bigfoot encounters happen in a single week in Portage County, we’re seeing the same entities responding to the same ancient geometry. The mounds may be paved over, but the call still echoes. The quantum entanglement still happens. The blurry faces still peer through the veil.

I’ve stood on Little Round Top at Gettysburg at night with my family. I’ve hiked the Moonville Tunnel when the mist rolls in, and the green orbs appear exactly where my wife said they would. I’ve walked the ridges at Stonehenge and felt the same electric charge I feel standing on Fortified Hill or the Middletown Mound back home. The pattern is undeniable. The science—real science, the kind Pryor practices in England and the kind Zimmerman has been quietly practicing in America for decades—points to a lost chapter of human history in which advanced cultures used mathematics not just to measure the stars but to speak to the beings who live among them. We call them cryptids. The Bible calls them demons, watchers, principalities. The Japanese call them kami. The Muslims call them jinn. Every culture that ever built geometric earthworks knew them by a different name, but they all knew the same truth: these entities are real, they’re ancient, and they never really left.

The mom and her daughter in Portage County didn’t almost hit a lost ape. They brushed up against something that has been walking these trails since the Amorites—or whoever came before them—first laid out the geometric patterns that still whisper across time. The Bigfoot that stood three feet away with the blurry face wasn’t confused. It was exactly where it was supposed to be—answering a call that was programmed into the landscape thousands of years ago. And until we stop pretending that our textbooks tell the whole story, until we start digging the mounds again with the same adventurous spirit that Pryor brought to Flag Fen, we’ll keep mistaking echoes for myths and calling the messengers monsters.

The Politics of Heaven (the title of my new book coming up) aren’t happening somewhere far away in the clouds. They’re happening on the back roads of Ohio in March 2026, when the veil thins and something very old decides to step through for a moment and remind us that the war never ended. It just changed costumes. And the next time you see a blurry figure on the side of the road, don’t reach for your phone to call it a hoax. Reach for the truth instead. The mounds are still talking. The Watchers are still listening. And the rest of us? We’re just now starting to remember how to hear them.

BOOK SUMMARY of the upcoming Politics of Heaven (I will be finishing the final chapter in Washington D.C. at the Museum of the Bible soon after this posting)

The Politics of Heaven is a sweeping, unconventional investigation into the hidden structure of history — blending biblical archaeology, supernatural encounters, political warfare, cryptid phenomena, and ancient mathematics into a single, high‑powered thesis:

Earth’s political conflicts are the surface-level reflections of a much older, multidimensional battle among the Elohim — the divine council referenced throughout the Bible.

Drawing from firsthand experiences at sites like Chichen Itza, Stonehenge, Serpent Mound, Osaka’s Kofun tombs, Moonville Tunnel, and Washington D.C.’s Masonic grid — combined with encounters in modern political war rooms — Hoffman argues that the veil separating Heaven, Earth, and the unseen realm is thinner than we admit.

The book culminates in Chapter 19, where recent Bigfoot sightings in Ohio become the key to unifying the narrative. These blurry, partially‑manifest beings are framed as:

Residual spiritual entities tied to the Amorites, the Watchers, and the pre‑Flood giants — evidence of dimensional interference and the limits of human free will.

The result is a revelatory, provocative work for readers of Biblical studies, ancient mysteries, UFO/paranormal research, and political philosophy.

Footnotes

1.  Cleveland 19 News, “Several Bigfoot sightings reported in Portage County,” March 2026; FOX8, “Bigfoot roaming Portage County: Several reported sightings within days,” March 10, 2026.

2.  The Bigfoot Society podcast and mapping project documented at least eight high-credibility reports between March 6–10, 2026, including the Mantua Center daytime encounter and the Newton Township 4 a.m. sighting.

3.  Francis Pryor, Flag Fen: Life and Death of a Prehistoric Landscape (Tempus, 2005; updated editions). Pryor’s excavations revealed a sophisticated Bronze Age platform and votive offerings in the bog.

4.  Fritz Zimmerman, The Encyclopedia of Ancient Giants in North America (2015); The Nephilim Chronicles: Fallen Angels in the Ohio Valley (2010); Ancient America: The Dark Side (2024). Zimmerman’s fieldwork and archival research compile over 500 historical giant-bone reports.

5.  Windover Archaeological Site reports, including video testimony from Dr. Geoffrey Thomas at the Brevard Museum of History and Natural Science (Brevard County, Florida). Skeletons dated to 7000–8000 years ago; some long bones indicate individuals were taller than those in typical Archaic populations.

6.  English Heritage maps of Stonehenge and Avebury World Heritage Site (1:10,000 scale) show cursus, barrows, and geometric alignments mirroring Newark Earthworks in Ohio.

7.  Book of Enoch (1 Enoch), chapters 6–16, Dead Sea Scrolls fragments; cross-referenced with The Book of Giants also found at Qumran.

8.  Psalm 82; Ephesians 6:12 (KJV).

Bibliography for Further Reading

•  Zimmerman, Fritz. The Encyclopedia of Ancient Giants in North America. 2015.

•  Zimmerman, Fritz. The Nephilim Chronicles: Fallen Angels in the Ohio Valley. 2010.

•  Zimmerman, Fritz. Ancient America: The Dark Side. 2024.

•  Pryor, Francis. Flag Fen: Life and Death of a Prehistoric Landscape. Tempus, 2005.

•  Pryor, Francis. Britain BC. Harper Perennial, 2004.

•  The Book of Enoch. Translated by R.H. Charles. 1912 (modern editions widely available).

•  Biblical Archaeology Review archives on Dead Sea Scrolls and Qumran texts.

•  English Heritage official guides to Stonehenge and Avebury (2020s editions).

•  Windover site reports: “Windover: Prehistoric Past Revealed,” Orange County Regional History Center; Ancient Origins coverage, 2016–2025 updates.

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About the Author: Rich Hoffman

Rich Hoffman is an aerospace executive, political strategist, systems thinker, and independent researcher of ancient history, the paranormal, and the Dead Sea Scrolls tradition. His life in high‑stakes manufacturing, high‑level politics, and cross‑functional crisis management gives him a field‑tested understanding of power — both human and unseen.

He has advised candidates, executives, and public leaders, while conducting deep, hands‑on exploration of archaeological and supernatural hotspots across the world.

Hoffman writes with the credibility of a problem-solver, the curiosity of an archaeologist, and the courage of a frontline witness who has gone to very scary places and reported what lurked there. Hoffman has authored books including The Symposium of Justice, The Gunfighter’s Guide to Business, and Tail of the Dragon, often exploring themes of freedom, individual will, and societal structures through a lens influenced by philosophy (e.g., Nietzschean overman concepts) and current events.

Fighting Monsters: Culture at Liberty Center in Butler County that is healthy and wise

The recent Lunar New Year celebration at Liberty Center in Liberty Township, Ohio, brought back a flood of memories for me. On February 28, 2026, the mall complex—always a wonderful development just north of the I-275 loop—hosted a vibrant Lunar Festival organized by the Alliance of Chinese Culture & Arts. The event featured classic dragon and lion dances, Chinese music, Asian drums, acrobatics, Taiji demonstrations, and more, filling the space with energy and drawing crowds from the local community in Butler County. It was a positive, constructive way to launch the next phase of the year, embracing Eastern cultural traditions in a modern American setting. The performances were well-coordinated, tasteful, and joyful, with vendors offering dumplings and other treats amid the festivities, and watching the dragon soar and the lions prance reminded me of my own early experiences with these rituals.

As a teenager in the mid-1980s—around 1984, 1985, and 1986—I had one of my first real jobs at Emperor’s Wok, a highly decorated Chinese restaurant on Chester Road in Sharonville, Ohio. It was one of the most elaborate spots in Cincinnati at the time, with intricate interiors dedicated to Chinese culture. Everyone went there for authentic food in an immersive environment. The owners and family were wonderful; I got to know the cooks and the performers who handled the dragon dances. My role included customer service—dressing sharply in a bowtie to hustle tips in a classic, high-energy setting—but during Chinese New Year, it became something more adventurous. They kept the dragon costume and props in a closet year-round, and I was tasked with climbing onto the roof and the magnificent awning where cars pulled up for drop-offs. The restaurant had a grand entrance, and the parking lot would fill with spectators as the traditional dragon dance unfolded.

The dance lasted about half an hour, complete with booming drums, crashing cymbals, and the performers underneath the long, colorful dragon puppet. My job was to feed strings of thousands of firecrackers off the awning, setting them off in bursts that exploded above the dragon’s head as it twisted and leaped below. The noise, smoke, and flashes created an electric atmosphere, scaring away bad spirits in the tradition while entertaining the crowd. Firecrackers were key—loud explosions to drive off evil—and the whole thing felt proactive: humans creating their own spectacle to combat terror. Seeing similar elements at Liberty Center in 2026 brought it all rushing back: the coordination, the percussion, the acrobatics, and the sense of community triumph over unseen threats.

These dances aren’t just entertainment; they’re deeply rooted in Chinese mythology and serve a spiritual purpose. The lion dance, prominent in southern China, is often associated with the legend of the Nian (or Nian beast), a ferocious monster that terrorized villages on New Year’s Eve. Descriptions vary—some say it resembled a flat-faced lion with a horn, others a massive creature larger than an elephant with sharp teeth—but the core story is consistent. The Nian feared loud noises, bright lights, and the color red. Villagers discovered this and used firecrackers, fireworks, red decorations, lanterns, and couplets on doors to repel it. Over time, these customs evolved into annual traditions: red envelopes for luck, staying up late, and performances to ensure protection and prosperity. The lion dance mimics this defense, with performers in vibrant, red-heavy costumes embodying strength and courage. The dragon dance, dating back to the Han Dynasty or earlier, honors the dragon as a symbol of power, wisdom, benevolence, good fortune, and control over rain and water—essential for agriculture and abundance.

A key figure in many lion dances is the Laughing Buddha, or Big Head Buddha (Dai Tou Fat), often portrayed as a jolly, potbellied character in a mask, waving a fan. This isn’t the historical Buddha of Buddhism but a folk figure inspired by Budai (or Hotei), the “Laughing Buddha” known for joy, prosperity, and contentment. In the dance, he provides comic relief, teasing and guiding the lions—sometimes playfully chasing them or interacting with the crowd—while coordinating to the music. His presence adds lightness: amid the fierce combat against evil, there’s laughter, pranks, and confidence. The potbelly symbolizes a full, prosperous life, laughing in the face of danger. It’s a brilliant touch—turning fear into joy, showing human ingenuity in overcoming darkness through humor and skill. The martial arts elements, acrobatics, and kung fu displays highlight dexterity and strength, reinforcing that humans can triumph over lurking monsters.

This reverence for the spirit world extends across Eastern cultures. In Japan, Shinto temples feature similar beliefs in kami (spirits), with rituals to balance the seen and unseen. Korea and other regions share roots in warding off malevolent forces through noise, color, and performance. The thin veil between the physical and spiritual worlds means monsters or evil spirits—rambunctious and ever-present—must be managed proactively. Red wards off negativity; mirrors on costumes reflect evil back; drums and gongs create an overwhelming sound to dispel it. It’s optimistic: approach the unknown with boldness, abundance, and good fortune, much like fortune cookies that always deliver positive messages.

These patterns aren’t unique to the East. Globally, cultures confront “monsters” or paranormal threats through ritual. North American Indigenous traditions often involve drums, yelling, colorful regalia, and dances to connect with or control spirit visions—sometimes blurred by hallucinogenic plants in shamanic practices, creating colorful, terrifying projections that demand management for societal harmony. The use of red, loud percussion, and aggressive displays taps into the idea of warding off evil, much like firecrackers or mirrors. In Christianity, demons are pushed out through prayer, exorcism, or faith in divine protection. Everywhere, humans develop mechanisms to live with terror—whether invisible forces, cryptids, or existential fears.

This brings me to the Mothman legend from Point Pleasant, West Virginia (close to Ohio roots). Sightings in 1966-1967 described a large, winged humanoid with glowing red eyes, often near the TNT area (a former munitions site). It became tied to the tragic Silver Bridge collapse in December 1967, killing 46 people, turning Mothman into a harbinger of doom. Some link it to Native American lore, such as thunderbirds or curses (e.g., Chief Cornstalk’s), or even misidentified birds, such as sandhill cranes. But the archetype persists: a monster emerging seasonally or in crisis, attacking or foretelling harm. Around Christmas or New Year periods, it echoes the Nian—seasonal terror tied to transitions. Both involve communities responding: firecrackers and dances for Nian, vigilance and folklore for Mothman.

Expanding further, many speculate on shared origins for such creatures. Ancient astronaut theories suggest amphibious or serpentine beings from places like Sirius (as in Dogon African traditions of Nommo from Sirius B) influenced global myths. Chinese dragons—long, serpentine, benevolent yet powerful—might reflect memories of advanced visitors or natural phenomena, migrating from regions like the Indus Valley over the Himalayas into East Asia. From the Near East westward, dragons became adversarial (e.g., biblical serpents or European fire-breathers), but in the East, they’re auspicious. Amphibious gods (e.g., Babylonian Oannes or Dagon) appear in Sumerian and other lore, possibly tied to seafaring or aquatic extraterrestrials who seeded civilization. The persistence of monster myths—winged humanoids, serpents, beasts—suggests a universal human concern with the “other”: unseen threats in the dark, whether paranormal, spiritual, or existential.

Yet cultures don’t just fear; they innovate. Eastern approaches—optimistic, proactive, laughing at danger—offer lessons. The Laughing Buddha prances confidently amid monsters, embodying joy despite peril. Drums attack the spirit world aggressively, red banners proclaim victory, and firecrackers create human-made chaos to counter it. This mindset—embracing abundance, prosperity, and humor—helps build constructive societies. Liberty Center’s event wonderfully blended this ancient wisdom with modern community life, reminding us that engaging with other cultures enriches our own without duplicating rituals wholesale. We have strengths in the West, but learning to face “monsters”—whether literal cryptids, personal demons, or global uncertainties—builds resilience.

My time at Emperor’s Wok taught me early about cultural depth beyond surface festivity. Friendships with the family performers, the thrill of the rooftop explosions, the cultural immersion—all shaped how I view the world. Watching the 2026 festival, I saw echoes of those days: positive energy pushing back darkness, joy in the face of the unknown. It’s a healthy reverence for survival, a reminder that humans thrive by confronting fears creatively. Watch out for the monsters—they’re everywhere—but find ways to laugh, drum, and dance them away.

For further reading and research:

•  Wikipedia entries on “Nian,” “Lion dance,” “Dragon dance,” and “Mothman” provide solid overviews with sources.

•  Britannica’s article on the Chinese New Year details legends and traditions.

•  Books like The Mothman Prophecies by John Keel explore the Point Pleasant events.

•  Robert K.G. Temple’s The Sirius Mystery discusses Dogon-Sirius connections (though controversial).

•  Academic sources on shamanism and global folklore, such as studies on Indigenous North American rituals or comparative mythology.

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Anna Paulina Luna and Her Interdimensional Beings: Understanding the politcs of creatures beyond time and space

I think it’s time to discuss the politics of interdimensional beings and their impact on our terrestrial existence.  And she’s certainly not a whack job, U.S. Representative from Florida, Anna Paulina Luna, who recently appeared on The Joe Rogan Experience podcast and discussed interdimensional beings that can operate through the time and spaces that we currently have.  Moving outside of time and space, and she said all this based on classified photos, documents, and witness testimonies she reviewed as a member of the House Committee on Oversight and Reform, which investigates Unidentified Anomalous Phenomena (UAPs).  Those witness testimonies include Air Force pilots who reported phenomena defying current physics, suggesting the presence of non-human technology.  Anna Paulina Luna is interested in a wide range of subjects and is very logical.  As a U.S. Air Force airfield management specialist, she had posed for Maxim as a Hometown Hottie and was a semi-finalist for Fort Walton Beach, Florida.  And now, as a member of Congress, she is always interested in several topics on which she has opinions.  What she isn’t is a tin-hatted conspiracy theorist.  It was pretty remarkable that she would go on to one of the most popular podcasts in the world and talk about the impact interdimensional beings have on our existence as a person who has observed vast amounts of evidence pointing in that direction.  And it’s interesting timing, because recently Tucker Carlson, a reporter whom many people find credible,  He’s not a crazy lunatic.  However, he has recently stated, just a few weeks before Anna Paulina Luna made her comments, that he believes supernatural forces are controlling many members of our government, who are deeply invested in appeasing those forces for various reasons.  And he has reached a point where he no longer wants to know any more.  There is too much evidence pointing in that direction and the ramifications of that possibility are overwhelmingly ominous.  These kinds of stories are also why I am working on a new book called The Politics of Heaven.  These forces have always been with us, and we need to understand their motivations and political ambitions from their perspective to understand the impact they have on our lives. 

One of the best things I have done for myself was to go to the Mothman Museum with my family in Point Pleasant, West Virginia, this year.  That is an exciting place where people are starting to put together all the pieces, and as intelligent creatures ourselves, we want to understand these interdimensional characters.  We discuss them in many of our religions.  I can report from personal experience how Japan goes to extraordinary measures to appease the creatures it calls the kami.  In Islam, it’s gin.  In Christianity, we refer to them as demons, angels, and gods.  However, their movement has been chronicled over vast amounts of time, and sacrifices to them have been made from temples as long as time has been recorded, to appease them.  When you visit the Mothman Museum, you gain a unique insight into the mystery of one of the most significant events in which a Mothman-like creature terrorized the town during the 1960s, ultimately leading to a catastrophic outcome.  Wrestling with this mystery has become a pastime for many people, and the work of the reporter and writer John Keel, who has since passed away, has involved earnest investigation into these topics. The museum reflects that effort.  I love to read John Keel books, which ask more questions than they answer, but the trend points toward a lot of smoke coming from a raging interdimensional fire that is very interested in our lives from their perspective of wants and needs. 

However, my experience with these kinds of things doesn’t lead me to believe that any of them are more intelligent than we are.  Just because they can operate outside our dimensional space does not mean they have developed an intellect superior to our own.  I think the Bible addresses this issue very effectively in Ephesians 6:12, and that the phrase and contemplations accurately describe the problem.  Just because something has better technology, or that they seem older, or operate in dimensional space beyond our four dimensions, that doesn’t make them smarter than we are.  From my own experience, I think of them more as animals with technology, and not very wise.  If we think of time as just one dimension, what is it to them to operate in the 5th dimension, or the 11th?  Time is just a unit of measure that is different relative to the relation gravity has on it.  Time dilation is common when dealing with elements in space, so time is not the same; it’s relative to where it is experienced.  And that could easily be the case with the interdimensional beings Anna Paulina Luna is talking about, or the appeasement of big government types to supernatural entities that they seek to placate through sacrifice and ritual, which is as old as time itself.  Eternity as we think of it would exist outside of the measurement of time, and may be more real than just a hopeful idea.  And with that in mind, we have to deal with the part of ourselves that is connected to eternity, and not the limited measurements of our dimensional space.  We should not assume that reality is all that we can see, but instead that it is determined by the behaviors we observe and how much of that is a result of the world we live in, or from a world that is not in our dimensional reality but only interacts with us as a sliver of that impasse, such as the flatland metaphors used to describe the life of a 2-dimensional being witnessing a 3-dimensional being. 

But we are not as helpless as we have been led to believe.  I don’t question why Anna Paulina Luna is discussing this topic now, as are Tucker Carlson and Joe Rogan, along with many others.  Or why there is even a Mothman Museum that people can visit and think about these mysteries.  Or why right now there are Harvard scientists who are claiming we are going to be attacked by aliens from another planet in November of 2025.  I believe all of these sources.  But considering the motivations of these interdimensional beings, what is it about this time in the human race that has timeless beings so concerned?  Why now?  Because it is evident that the story is spiraling out of control very quickly, our ability to discuss this topic freely on the open internet for the first time in history has a purposeful political element that has a payoff beyond our measure of time and space.  And understanding that is something we should endeavor to embrace.  We’re not debating whether Anna Paulina Luna is correct in her observations, based on testimony that suggests the existence of interdimensional beings.  Our need to know is what they intend and how their political needs compete with our own.  Just because we are a four-dimensional being, should we assume that they are superior because they live in higher dimensions?  Or are they dumber than we are, and need to feed off our lives for their very sustenance.  Which is what I am inclined to believe.  These are the questions that matter, and, interestingly, we are discussing these topics now as the world is shifting in a populist direction.  I would say that, as Tucker Carlson pointed out, the temptation for governments worldwide to engage in supernatural worship is to appease those unseen forces in all kinds of diabolical ways.  And that much of our misery on earth and during our lifetimes is self-inflicted to appease those forces.  But is that necessary?  And, or, should we turn those tables, and perhaps have, which is why all the desperation now?  I think perhaps so.  And as we untangle all this, I think there are a lot of opportunities that have previously been concealed.  And I’m looking forward to the results.  In a political fight with these interdimensional forces, I think we can win the great elections of cosmic concern.

Rich Hoffman

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The Mothman Monster: One of the most myterious places on Earth

So, what do I think the Mothman Monster is?  I believe it is Stolis from The Lesser Keys of Solomon, or one of the 26 legions of demons that he commands, likely conjured up by the occult rituals of some maniacal lunatic in the region of Point Pleasant, West Virginia during the years 1966 to 1967.  Hundreds of people saw the Mothman Monster during that year, leading up to a bridge collapse that killed a lot of people transporting themselves over to Ohio from Point Pleasant.  Of course, demons and spiritual monsters are not regional to the Near East, nor are they concerned about what time they are in, as they seem to exist outside of our dimensional limitations.  Many described the Mothman as it appeared over seven feet tall with glowing red eyes and wings that allowed it to fly and harass innocent people.  I think the case with a lot of elements of cryptozoology is that these creatures are timeless and have been captured in classic literature, the mythologies of the world, particularly Greek and Roman myths, and of course the demonology of Europe exported to the world as the Bible grew in popularity and people wanted to figure out what the heck Paul was talking about in Ephesians.  I certainly believe in the cryptids that are reported. I have been to many sites where they have been found, particularly Sasquatches, which are again chronicled in books like the Lesser Keys and evoked through occult practices.  I think someone in the Point Pleasant region called on a monster from the Stolis family tree, and the thing ran around haunting people in a truly terrifying way.  I enjoy these topics a lot, so when my family asked me how I wanted to spend my birthday, we discussed a ghost hunt at Moonville, which I have spoken of.  But my main thing was that I wanted to go to the Mothman Museum in Point Pleasant, West Virginia.

I’ve been there before, and so have some of my kids at different times, but I wanted to go again and spend some time there with my family all in one place, and we had a great day.  The Mothman story is genuinely creepy; all those people weren’t conspiring to lie about what they saw, the entire town was substantially haunted, even to this day.  The latest Mothman sighting in Point Pleasant was as recent as 2016.  It also shows up in Chicago now and then.  And that’s not all.  I think this Stolis character is the same one that the people of the pyramid of Cahokia worshipped, just outside of St. Louis, at the giant mound works there.  And it’s what the Indians called the Thunderbird.  I love the topic. We spent over 1,000 dollars in the gift shop there, part of the cool museum I wanted to visit so badly.  It’s cheesy, and very pulpy, but that is because the truly terrifying aspect of this giant creature that flies around foretelling doom to people so mysteriously has to have some psychological means of dealing with the crises.  And it’s a kind of wet blanket hanging over all of eastern Ohio, even the ghost hunt at Moonville I was talking about.  We’re dealing with a very ancient civilization in that precise location with all the mounds of West Virginia and Ohio up and down the Ohio River that have a very creepy vibe to them even if you didn’t know the stories of the various monsters that appear often to many people, even now. 

Truth be told, that day at the Mothman Museum was one of the happiest days I’ve ever had in my life.  Trump was in office doing good things.  And I had my family to myself living out of our RVs and visiting places like the Mothman Museum, thinking about the kinds of things I like to think about, the politics of demons and spiritual manipulators who plot and scheme against humanity with terror and temptations.  Even better, the Mothman sightings, well documented at the museum, were accompanied by Men in Black visits, a CIA and FBI kind of conspiracy theory.  Only the reports were that these guys were never quite human who visited people at their homes after Mothman sightings to tell them they weren’t seeing what they were seeing.  There were also UFOs all over the place abducting people and doing experiments on them, so we are dealing with a lot more than just the haunting of a monster upon innocent people along the Ohio River.  But we are touching on a phenomenon that traces back to why so many mounds were built by ancient people in the region in the first place.  Those kinds of fears are always buzzing in the background of how a conscious society builds itself, and in Point Pleasant, West Virginia, there is something to these strange occurrences.  As we were there, I thought of the mound complexes up in Marietta, Ohio, and down the river at Portsmouth.  Then, up the road to Newark, where I discussed discovering the Ten Commandments in America inside a giant mound.  Then there are the graves of all the various giants found in the area, chronicled as evidence by early newspaper reports and a kind of Men in Black conspiracy to tell people that they never existed.  Something was going on, and it was fun to think about, and that was how I spent my birthday this year.  Giving myself fun things to think about that are likely significant to the human condition. 

Outside the museum, right in the middle of town, is the Mothman statue; of course, we had to get a family picture by it.  I think The Mothman Prophecy is one of the scariest books I’ve ever read about these events, written by John Keel, a reasonable journalist who didn’t intend to uncover some of the greatest mysteries of modern times.  After his experiences at Point Pleasant he went on to write several books, all of which I have read many times and I do not doubt that there is a lot more to the story of which he was reporting, that there is a political rule over humanity by creatures from beyond time and space that causes us a lot of trouble.  The story of King Solomon commanding these creatures with a ring given to him by God is just one example that has been attempted to be understood by the mind of humanity over the terrors of roaming spirits intent on evil designs.  And sometimes occultists make deals with these demons for benefits that can’t be obtained through some supernatural trade.  And most of us deal with that pressure by just ignoring the problem.  But not me, I want to know all about it. We had a great day at the Mothman Museum and spent significant time in the area thinking about Mothman Monsters and other cryptids who terrorize people worldwide.  Most of them were captured by the writers of The Lesser Keys of Solomon, which lists many similar characters.  There is a lot for us to learn about these creatures, but to say they don’t exist is only a means of avoiding the problem with rationality, because it wasn’t just the Mothman sightings in that region during a particular period, 1966-67.  But it has always been with us, especially along the length of the Ohio River, from Pittsburgh to St. Louis, in what I think is one of the most mysterious places on earth.  And the monsters still roam the night to terrorize the innocent. 

Rich Hoffman

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Bigfoot in the Upper Peninsula: The 10 Kingdoms of Atlantis

Paranormal investigation, ancient history, and the effects of secret societies upon the world hidden from the shadows of direct influence have always been topics I enjoy thinking about. I would argue that expanding the limits of what you measure in life as a means to reality makes your sampling more accurate and understanding of the problems involved. But I never took any of those investigations very seriously prior to Covid. Yet now that we know what we do about the governments of the world and what they did with Covid, and election fraud, the phony mechanisms of Climate Change as a new global religion, I am willing to accept that some of these hidden influences that usually fall under the conspiracy theory category have much more relevance in our lives. So when you are looking for answers and solving problems, I like to take vacations where extremities of contemplation take place most effectively, and that is how I found myself with my family in St. Ignace, Michigan, staying in a small convoy of RVs at a very strategic campground near wonderful food, proximity to many interesting tourist locations, and best yet, lots of local bookstores filled with rare publications about scary local legends about Bigfoot, Mothmen, ghosts in the night, and UFOs that seem to use the Great Lakes as a base of operations for some timeless enterprise that is beyond the grasp of our current civilization. One thing that jumped out to me immediately was that Bigfoot sightings were common in the Mackinac Island region around where we were camped. The St. Ignace gift shops had embraced their paranormal fate much the way Roswell, New Mexico, had, which is great for business. But what were people seeing and why in that part of the world?

The Great Lakes used to be giant river valleys, especially Lake Michigan and Lake Huron. When the last Ice Age came through, the glacial ice shoved down the earth’s crust to such a degree that those valleys became lakebeds that now form the Great Lakes. Lake Superior was there already, but the remnants of the Ice Age developed the other lakes, and that age came to an abrupt end when the Younger Dryas cataclysm created Saginaw Bay to the south as the impact crater from a broken-up comet that had massive debris striking the earth around 11,600 years ago causing yet another mass extinction event. For all the liberals of the new religion of Climate Change, humans only have a few thousand years to figure things out. Mother Earth, as they like to term it, is not infinite; the new global replacement for the goddess Isis of so much esoteric literature talked about in mason halls all across the world is very perishable. The earth gets hit by lots of cosmic debris, and life is always in a condition of extinction. If a life form can move into space, it needs to as quickly as possible. The Younger Dryas cataclysm looks to have wiped out the remnants of civilization completely that may have been as advanced as our own, predating that Ice Age and forming globally in North America after the last, around 100,000 years ago. It only takes a few thousand years to go from rubbing sticks together to having advanced economies. However, all the things we build, if not with stone, tend to erode away within ten thousand years. That being said, everything made in America could disappear in that time due to erosion, so stories of Atlantis and Luminaria likely have lots of merit to them. And after many collections of unique literature passed down through the ages and essentially influencing the eventual creation of the Indus Valley, Sumer, and Egypt, by the time those stories reached those civilizations we now consider to be ancient, the stories were ancient before the ice started melting during that last Ice Age. After the Younger Dryas cataclysm, the only survivors would have been those far away from the impacts and the societies that depended on global commerce for their sustenance. That would explain why there are similar religions and methods of economic life all around the world when we have always thought of primitive life as not being able to perform any technology until our present understanding of the Vico Cycle. 

So in the pre-Ice Age period, the Great Lakes were dry, and there are many intelligent thoughts that North America was the breadbasket for the 10 Kingdoms of Atlantis. Currently, there are many thoughts about the roots of Atlantian civilization in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, where the plate from a tectonic shift sunk a large land mass. It wouldn’t be the first time something like that had happened. There are also prevalent reports, especially if you listen to the Joe Rogan podcast that talks about these issues a lot these days, that there were cities of Atlantis in the now dry regions of west Africa. Likely that there were lots of things lost in translation by the time the Egyptians received the stories of Atlantis. Plato wrote them down before the Romans burnt down the great library at Alexandria in Egypt to cast away all previous pagan societies, erasing all this from conscious memory. It was kind of the ancient version of Dr. Fauci and Bill Gates denying Covid patients hydroxychloroquine and Ivermectin as a treatment for a virus created in a Chinese lab to invoke the Great Reset by the Desecrators of Davos. When the Romans burnt the library, they attempted to spread a new religion that would unite their empire: Christianity. These things happen all the time.

Bigfoot sightings are common in upper Michigan and in eastern Ohio. It just so happens that those are also deeply wooded areas with very little impact from modern society. I think people see more paranormal activity in these areas because they are less distracted by everyday life. But specifically in these regions, there were likely remnants of this ancient society that is yet unrecorded by history. In the paranormal activity, we see quantum entanglement, where living creatures and their technology coexist with our present age, but not necessarily in physical form. We may see each other, but only perceptually through information locked in neutrinos and other faster than light elements being revealed by quantum physics. I didn’t have any worries about a Bigfoot attack at our camps while in St. Ignace. But I did find the full embrace of the local culture fascinating as a rationalization for the paranormal. I found it particularly interesting that there have been frequent sightings of the Mothman in Chicago just down the lake from our camp on Lake Michigan from 2017 to the present; that is all over the place, especially at O’Hare airport. This is the same creature that terrorized the inhabitants of Point Pleasant, Ohio, in the late 60s before a bridge collapse that killed many people. As we all know, Chicago is experiencing a major catastrophe of violence due to liberal policies, so it is notable that the Mothman is showing itself there at this particular time. Yet with all that to contemplate, St. Ignace, Mackinac Island, and the surrounding area were absolutely fantastic. The famous fudge was delicious. And it was clearly one of the great American treasures. But even better yet, there are deep mysteries there that penetrate our current understandings of modern science, and I found all that just delightful as a vacation destination.

Rich Hoffman

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Kingdom of the Cthulhu: The Lovecraftian horror of an ultraterrestrial universe built on sacrifice

Horror to be relevant as an art form must have some hook of reality to it before it can be considered effective.  The best horror writers avoid topics that are so fantastic that they extend beyond belief.  Among the best of the horror writers was a creation that John Keel would later term more scientifically as “ultraterrestrials” and that would be H.P. Lovecraft’s Cthulhu.  This is a dominating creature that lives outside of human time and space pushing against a cosmicism of projected reality driven by limited human senses to manipulate the actions of the technically defined living being.  In theory those who attempt to reach beyond their senses into that world of Cthulhu run the extremely high possibility of insanity as minds often fold over on themselves once they leave the boundaries of four dimensions.  Cthulhu was a fictional creation by a writer who lost both of his parents to an insane asylum and had himself suffered tormenting dreams by strange creatures from a very young child.  But like all great horror writers, Lovecraft’s Cthulhu has its roots into a reality we all understand—but fear to comprehend for many reasons.  The mythology of Cthulhu allows human beings to explore those strange possibilities from the safety of their senses without plummeting over the edge of sanity into a realm they clearly are not ready for.  It is in that realm however that my own eyes have always looked as the cause of much misery and defaults in living as the primary source of superstition and religion—and a barrier to the truth.

When talking about such things I prefer the term ultraterrestrial to reference the type of creatures that Lovecraft wrote about in his Cthulhu mythos which has taken on a life of its own since his death in 1937.  The stories Lovecraft wrote were well ahead of their time as it has only recently been proven that there are more than 10 dimensional realities known to mathematics—and probably more.  Lovecraft’s stories explored the possibilities of beings from those other dimensions visiting from their realms in ways humans could not—which was a terrifying prospect.  It still is, and is why even nearly a century after his death there is a cult following of H.P. Lovecraft.  The reporter John Keel seemed particularly obsessed with this type of reality and reported about it in The Mothman Prophesies.  In that book Keel was very level-headed and factually based even though the subject matter was extraordinary—UFOs interacting with people, strange monsters appearing out of nowhere, Men in Black walking about dressed as government agents not quite appearing human—being slightly off to those who spoke to them.  Keel in that book was knocking on the door to Lovecraft’s Cthulhu and it could be said that the Mothman of Point Pleasant, West Virginia, or the “Bird Man” of ancient Cahokia or the many thousands of gargoyles poised from the buildings of gothic structures—particularly the Budweiser brewery in St Louis—were there to appease the demons who come into our world to terrorize and manipulate our reality.  Keel’s other books, Strange Creatures From Time and Space, Our Haunted Planet, Operation Trojan Horse, The Eighth Tower, The Cosmic Question, and Disneyland of the Gods are all works obsessed with this realm of Lovecraft’s Cthulhu.  Keel had been opened to the possibilities before his investigations into the strange creature in Point Pleasant during 1967 and once there had everything confirmed as though it was tailor-made for him by what he would later call ultraterrestrials—or tricksters.  Because of their power and influence he would spend much of the rest of his life all the way to age 79 when he died in 2009 avoiding any kind of electronic device such as computers, phones, televisions etc., because Keel believed that the “tricksters” used those devices to control and manipulate the world of human beings with impunity to counteraction.

As time went on Keel’s books became more and more paranoid, and his subjectivity diminished for a time as he appeared to have gone too far down the rabbit hole of sanity for a time.  Perhaps not as far as Lovecraft’s parents did—but the rope to reality which Keel held on to was slipping.  Toward the end of his life he regained some of his grip on reality.  The 2002 film adaptation of his book The Mothman Prophecies appears to have helped him and he spent the rest of his days giving lectures as the film brought his ultraterrestrials with the help of Richard Gere into the mainstream.

I have personally noticed this manipulation of these ultraterrestrials by Keel’s definition for a long time.  The lazy relegate their definition of ultraterrestrials as angels and demons but that has never suited me.  I have never been comfortable handing over my fate to beings that just flash in and out of my life with some advice—or appear in a dream to leave an imprint of instruction for me to execute.  If I had been Noah and God appeared to me in a dream telling me to build an Ark, I would have woke up the next morning and told him—“dude, I don’t have the time to build you a stupid boat.” And I would have ignored the command.  When the floods came, I would have survived somehow regardless of the advice.  My opinion is that unless the motives of such individuals from other worlds is known, there is no way to attribute value to them leaving you to play the part of a pawn.  Without knowing those beings personally there is no way to validate if the sources are good or evil.  My assumption is that they are almost always evil posing as good.  So to properly serve the good in the context of universal merit, those beings should be ignored.  In this way for years I have poked and prodded into their world without the usual fear of insanity because I simply don’t trust any of them even though they have constantly tried to throw me off the trail.

One night on New Year’s Eve my family was playing a late night game of Pirates the Constructable Strategy Game.  We were between rounds so as everyone got up and stretched I resumed to my living room chair to read another quick chapter of The Mothman Prophecies which I had taken an interest in after seeing the movie.  In the book there was a surprising amount of coverage of UFO lore and as I was reading it I couldn’t help but wonder if Steven Spielberg had read this very same book to inspire him to write Close Encounters of the Third Kind and Poltergeist because this was the subject matter by the very fact based reporting of John Keel.  I found the book terrifying refreshing and a key piece into a lifetime puzzle I had been assembling most of my life which attempted to define the world of Lovecraft’s Cthulhu.  As I had conceived that very thought outside my front window clearly over the golf course was a UFO floating freely over the tree line.  My first rational thought was that it was a helicopter picking up a crash victim, or maybe even some kind of pyrotechnic display celebrating the New Year.  But it was just floating there enticing me like a seductive siren attempting to lure me into the hidden rocks in the choppy waters of the ocean.  My children were in the kitchen so I calmly grabbed their attention and directed their sight asking them to identity what was there.  They went through the same process I did, helicopter, fireworks—UFO.  Once we realized that the strobe displays on the vessel did not look like anything Wright Patterson Air Force Base nearby could have put out—it was too large for a drone—and too lit up to be stealthy we put on our shoes to rush out and meet it. We piled into our car and raced down the road to intercept it as it was now moving slowly.  We turned left onto a road about a hundred yards north of our home and saw the vessel floating over a home valued near a million dollars and the strobe lights flashed down upon it.  I blinked to make sure my vision was not faulty and when I opened my eyes it was gone.  I stopped the car, got out and looked to the north.  The entire sky was filled with a blacked out vessel roaming northeast.  The moonlight had been showing the outlines of clouds, but this vessel concealed them all.  My kids saw it too and we watched as it was there moving toward downtown Trenton one moment covering the entire sky from our home, over the Miller Brewery all the way to Trenton.  It appeared to be about 7 or 8 miles wide.  Then within the blink of an eye, it too was gone.  If my kids hadn’t seen it with me, I would have thought it to be an illusion, but it was actually much more sophisticated as other minds witnessed it simultaneously.  Within 30 seconds of the encounter we were left wondering if we actually saw what we saw.  I got out of the car and walked up to the house where the vessel had loomed over and they had lost power.  Nobody appeared to be home at the time, but their internal lights had flicked back on and a computer in the living room that had been on was in a reboot phase.   So something material had been there and it caused the power to drop then come back on.

We had seen our first UFO as a family and it was exciting—it certainly wasn’t our imagination.  However, I was skeptical and not so sure that little green men came down from E.T.’s home planet to pick some flowers.  Rather, I was thinking of Keel’s ultraterrestrials—or even more cynically something like Lovecraft’s Cthulhu.  It was more than a coincidence that I was studying The Mothman Prophecies and reading about those exact occurrences at that particular moment.  And out of all the years I had been alive I had never seen a UFO until that moment.  I didn’t even have to leave my home to see it, the thing practically landed in my front yard to get my attention. But as soon as we could chase it down for confirmation and get our cameras turned on and toward the object—it was gone.  My intentions as it was happening was to find a way to get on the vessel and pull one of the pilots off and capture it so I could conduct a proper investigation.  I doubt that was the intention by the perpetrators—but that’s what was going to happen.

I did the same thing as I spent some time hunting for a Mothman one summer in the regions where sightings had occurred.  I was determined to capture the creature and put it in a zoo dispelling any folklore about it with scientific fact.   But the more I looked, the more obvious it was that I was not going to find it—it would have to find me because those things only appear in our dimensional plane of reality when they want to.  Over time I concluded that the UFO at our home, like the Mothman hunting, was a creation by ultraterrestrials to bait me into insanity by feeding my curiosity and thus directing my thoughts on the matter into a direction they desired.  The circumstances were just too perfect to be real in the context presented.  After that event I had a lot more respect for John Keel—he was certainly on to something.  And without question H.P. Lovecraft was as well.  The reason his Cthulhu mythos is so terrifying and is still very much alive after a century of development is that deep down inside we know there is some truth to it.  The fictional creation of Cthulhu is an attempt to put into mythology a reality that is difficult to otherwise deal with.

To a writer like Lovecraft who had been tormented by ultraterrestrial monsters in his dreams from a child to an adult constantly and lost both parents to insanity his philosophy of cosmicism is understandable.  The philosophy of cosmicism states that there is no recognizable divine presence, such as a god, in the universe, and that humans are particularly insignificant in the larger scheme of intergalactic existence, and perhaps are just a small species projecting their own mental idolatries onto the vast cosmos, ever susceptible to being wiped from existence at any moment. This also suggested that the majority of undiscerning humanity are creatures with the same significance as insects and plants, who, in their small, visionless and unimportant nature, do not recognize a much greater struggle between greater forces.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosmicism

John Keel had come to many of the same conclusions as Lovecraft when he said at the end of his book The Complete Guide to Mysterious Beings, “there are entities on this planet, and around it, that are far beyond all efforts to translate them into understandable cellular creatures.  They are not real in the sense that we are animals motivated by sex and emotions.  They are part of the energies that were scattered into space billions of years ago.  Their intelligence is so vast and so ruthlessly inhuman there is no way for us to comprehend it or communicate with it as we talk to dolphins.”  Keel would then propose twice in that same book, “Someone within two hundred miles of your home, no matter where you live on this earth, has had a direct, often terrifying, personal confrontation with a shape-shifting, unbelievable. (ultraterrestrial)  Our world has always been occupied by these things.  We are just passing through.  Belief or disbelief will come onto you from another direction.”  What Keel was talking about was essentially Lovecraft’s Cthulhu.

Charles Fort said in his 1931 book Lo! during the time of Lovecraft, “There may be occult things, beings and events, and there may be something of the nature of an occult police force, which operates to divert human suspicions, and to supply explanations that are good enough, for whatever (minds) human beings have—or that, if there be occult mishiefmakers and occult ravagers, they may be of a world also of other beings that are acting to check them, and to explain them not benevolently, but to divert suspicion from themselves because they, too, may be exploiting life upon this earth, but in ways more subtle, and orderly or organized fashion.  In “The Call of Cthulhu”, H. P. Lovecraft describes the fictional Cthulhu as “A monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind.”[5] Cthulhu has been described as a mix between a giant human, an octopus, and a dragon, and is depicted as being hundreds of meters tall, with human-looking arms and legs and a pair of rudimentary wings on its back.[5]Cthulhu’s head is depicted as similar to the entirety of a giant octopus, with an unknown number of tentacles surrounding its supposed mouth. Cthulhu is described as being able to change the shape of its body at will, extending and retracting limbs and tentacles as it sees fit.”  This description is remarkably like the Mothman and is a creature of imagination brought to life through the reality of some ultraterrestrial shape shifter which is a trick as old as time.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cthulhu

Many of the cultures of times past as in the present which call for sacrifice to bring about something desired must point their superstitions toward these creatures.  Not surprising those who attempt to map out that realm of the ultraterrestricals even in a fictional sense—such as the Cthulhu end up dead.  Lovecraft died by the age of 46 and many who go down a similar path end up in the same state.  Looking into that other world brings upon the cells of the human body an undoing which prevents living.  I too have seen this as most notably reflected in my personal UFO story.  There have been many times when shape shifting entities made their entrance onto the stages of existence and did just as Charles Fort stated—“policed” the explanations of reality to suit their desires.  But if an inquiry into the other realms goes too deeply, then death is soon to follow.  Sometimes it’s not even by deliberate attempt.  Every year, roughly 15,000 people vanish under the most incredible circumstances, again according to John Keel’s studies into the matter.  “A family man steps into his backyard to mow the lawn. He is never seen again.  A waitress steps out of a restaurant to put a dime in the parking meter and disappears forever.  A family of five in a suburb melt into nothingness, leaving behind all their cloths, bank accounts, the family car.  We have dozens of puzzling cases in our files.” (Keel’s files)   These Cthulhu stories by Lovecraft are terrifying—because they are grounded in a reality we are aware of but dare not probe.

Most people are happy to carry a lucky rabbit’s foot, avoid unlucky associations, or pray to a deity to navigate through the minefield of the ultraterrestrial traps.  I have seen the attempt firsthand to divert my own attention obviously when doing an investigation by having those same beings throw me a bone as a UFO flew outside my front window to take me in a direction of inquiry they approved of—a classic case of misdirection.  Entire societies have adopted the notion of sacrifice in substitution for productivity to essentially satisfy their unconscious appeasement of these metaphorical Cthulhu’s which loom like gargoyles over charity events and suck off the vanity of opulent socialites and the perfume bathed on to cover the smell of their decaying flesh.  From the darkness of other dimensional realities our world is observed and manipulated to suit the needs of the ultraterrestrial, not our own as the strings of many living marionettes are tied to the fingers of an actual Cthulhu.

But unlike Keel and Lovecraft I do not believe the human race is destined to be meager insects in comparison to the cosmos.   I believe in the thin veil of cosmicism but do not believe that the Cthulhu type creatures residing there are superior to the human being.  If they were, there would not be all these elaborate tricks, like UFO’s landing in our front yards, or strange stories to captivate the tabloid lover in all of us—to keep us distracted and thus sacrificing to these gods of the unseen.  Their tricks only have power of the one way mirror for if they enter our reality with us, they discover they have no real strength—only the ability to scheme for their own ends as a competing organism.  And that goes for any entity in the universe—if they were so bold and audacious, they would not avoid direct contact and hide behind curtains of dimensional reality.  So there is nothing really to fear from them once it is understood that they gain all their power and terror from dwelling in the unknown.  But science is taking human beings into their realm whether they like it or not—and once we are there—there won’t be anywhere for them to hide any longer.  They are not to be feared, but to be conquered and the way to beat them is to remove the concept of sacrifice from the human landscape.  They obtain their sustenance off the emotional energy of the human race by a means not yet discovered and require misery, fear, and death to fuel their own existence.

Good horror touches these known truths—these deep suspicions we all have that just walking out to the mailbox may be the last time our bodies inhabit the earth.  We all know someone who has suffered from paranormal experiences yet nobody discusses it because we feel the breath of the Cthulhu on the back of our necks.  We try to counsel ourselves that the breath we feel is God and we seek to appease him with more sacrifice at churches, or financial donations and our prayers, but deep down inside we suspect that God is really a Lovecraftian monster ready to yank our lives from our bodies and consume it like a snack on Superbowl Sunday.  So we don’t name the evil for fear that it has power over us, we don’t talk about it with others for fear that we might be discovered betraying our overlords.  But those beasts have no real power—only the ability to operate from concealment.  Cellular attacks can be countered, diseases overcome, and mental breakdowns—alleviated by a strong—well-read mind.  If one is playing the Arkham Horror game which is a Lovecraftian journey I said weeks ago that I would take because of the nature of it, the characters of Harvey Walters and Sister Mary who both have a sanity of 7 would be the type of examples I’m refereeing to.  I like Harvey and would like to teach everyone to be more like him so that they could have a proper defense against the Cthulhu terrorists of inter-dimensional sacrifice.  But man’s fate is not destined to yield to these creatures, rather the other way around—which is the big secret they don’t want you to know about dear reader.  The human mind has the power to create these Cthulhu monsters—but it can also destroy them.  The reality of the horror of the Cthulhu is that they cannot match the productive enterprise of human imagination and effort.  With those efforts the driving force of humanity, the Cthulhu has no defense leaving the ultraterrestrial empire without armament in a war that is as old as time.  It would be my position to teach people how to make those Cthulhu into pets instead of Gods and the horror of their imprint into a children’s story.

Rich Hoffman

 

 

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Making of Tail of the Dragon Novel: Taking on “fear” at Moonville and the Mothman of Point Pleasant

Fear is the most abused emotion that potential dictators use to advance their positions.  Anytime an individual or organization of any kind uses fear to attempt to move emotions into seeing their point of view, their argument will be a weak one that contains hidden intentions deceitful in nature.  Overcoming fear is therefore the primary task of any potential modern-day hero and is one of the most prevalent themes in my most recent novel, Tail of the Dragon.  The main character Rick Stevens is a man who has incredible command of fear, and is motivated to respond more aggressively when the strategy of fear is thrown in his direction by forces who seek to rule him.  In order to write about such a character I felt I needed to face down any fears that might linger in my own mind, so I organized a motorcycle trip with my wife and son-in-law across southern Ohio to the extremely haunted Moonville Tunnel in Vinton County, to do some rappelling off that ghost town monument.  Later, we planned to head down to Point Pleasant, West Virginia to visit the 8th Annual Mothman Festival, which is an outdoor exhibition of fanfare to celebrate the framed monster which terrorized the citizens there in the 1966.  For me, one of the scariest books I’ve ever read was the Mothman Prophesies by John Keel which was made into a Richard Gere film many years after the publication.  The non-fiction book was truly alarming stuff and captures wonderfully the very mysterious happenings that occur routinely in southeastern Ohio, where monsters, murders, and supernatural events are rather commonplace.  These endeavors lead to the video below which is Part VI of The Making of Tail of the Dragon the novel.  Click here to see the previous installment.

I have told the story of Moonville in other articles, so I won’t repeat it here but to say that the old ghost town of Moonville just to the east of Athens, Ohio has some strange connection to supernatural elements.  Out of the three times I’ve been there with my family, two of those times involved supernatural happenings.  However, this most recent trip on the motorcycles did not have a supernatural occurrence leading me to conclude that whatever the content of those living in a supernatural realm, they feed off the fears, and anxieties of participants who willingly believe in their schemes.  I have seen ghost-like images and strange things at Moonville, but I have never seen anything that could actually bring harm to people.  Most of the supernatural events occur because they exist outside of our observable reality.  The extent of their power is regulated to the effect they have on the imagination.  Moonville unlike another ghost town that I wrote about in the Kerr City remote Florida ghost town is known for its excessive numbers of teen suicides, grisly murders, and the disappearance of visitors who are easily pounced upon by aggressive individuals who hunt in those remote woods.  The Moonville area is very rugged and can only be reached by a dirt road.  If something happens along that road which is several miles from any civilization, there is nobody to hear you scream.  To me, this is the source of most of the ghost stories.  Young people go there to “feel” something positive or negative, and once there and intoxicated on drugs and alcohol, the ghosts get into their heads and accelerate their imaginations into jumping off railroad trusses, hanging themselves, or committing vile acts against other.  So to go to the Moonville Tunnel means to either surrender to these emotions, or to remain in control of them.

When we left early on a chilly September morning in Ohio with the tinge of autumn in the air, we knew it would be the last major motorcycle trip of the year as the weather was simply getting too cold for long distance riding.  I was nearly finished with the manuscript of Tail of the Dragon and was set to turn it into the publisher by Christmas of that year.  Even though I had a formal invite to publish the book, I still had to go through the process of having it accepted out of nearly 2000 other submissions, so it was not a done deal at the time.  American Book only publishes roughly 80 titles a year, so the odds were still against the novel being put into print.  After all the work I had done on the book over the summer and all the travel which preceded this supernatural journey which has been chronicled in previous “Making Of” submissions, there was a good chance that Tail of the Dragon would not make it through the publication process.  So the anxiety was mounting for me.  It is one thing to engage in a creative process, which is what I had been doing, and enjoying.   It is quite another to begin thinking of such endeavors as a business enterprise, which was the phase that I was at.  I still needed to nail down some of the character traits of Rick Stevens fearlessness, which was difficult to do with the anxiety I was feeling over the publication of the book, so I needed an “EXTREME” situation to bring my own mind out of it.  So my son-in-law and I decided to tackle several supernatural themes on a long day trip to the east.

Rappelling at Moonville is something my family had always wanted to do.  The tunnel itself cuts through a steep hillside and runs through where the ghost town used to reside.  It’s an interesting engineering feat for a group of people who built the tunnel during the period of the Civil War.  The town Moonville lived and died due to the mining of iron for the war, as the area was rich with iron mines which appear to be connected to the supernatural happenings—something to do with effect on gravitational waves and how the mind perceives them.  I would attribute this heavy concentration of iron to the heavy reporting of ghosts in the buildings at Ohio University at Athens just a few miles away, and the swarm of Big Foot sightings that occur in the area.  I am happy with the footage I was able to get during the event.  It takes viewers on an interesting journey across the face of the tunnel in a way that only a rope can provide.  It really gives an appreciation for how human beings were able to create such a tunnel in the first place before modern excavating equipment large enough for a train to travel through.  The area at the time of Moonville’s rise to power was one of the most remote places in The United States, yet people built the large tunnel essentially by hand.

For whatever the reason, whether by reputation, or some chemical reaction in the brain caused by the iron deep in the ground, or actual inter-dimensional beings that use such places as points to and from other planes of reality, Moonville is an intimidating place.  On a previous visit my family took to Moonville around midnight, we found local college kids camped out in the tunnel attempting to brave their fears against the supernatural with collective reassurance and drugs.  They dealt with that subtle hostility of the place with chemical evasion and communal reassurance.  But on our motorcycle trip to Moonville with all our equipment packed on the back of our bikes, we were pretty much alone.  We had the tunnel to ourselves with only the ghosts to witness our time there.  That made rappelling off the tunnel a unique experience that is not easily duplicated.

We had no obvious paranormal encounters on this visit to the Mooville Tunnel.  Other than the obvious uneasy feeling that accompanies the place, it was a peaceful and beautiful day.  The ride to the tunnel was long, and cold as the morning air had been very chilly, in the lower 40s.  My wife stayed cold well into the afternoon.  After a few hours of rappelling my son-in-law and I warmed up and began to sweat a bit.  By mid-afternoon, the temperature was up to the mid-seventies as we found our motorcycles where we had parked them along the dirt road in Vinton County from the short hike into the hills to the tunnel entrance.  The railroad which ran through the area is now long gone as the only real relic from the period is the tunnel and some dilapidated old railroad bridges that travel west across a swampy lowland.  Our next destination was the Mothman Festival at Point Pleasant, West Virginia about an hour’s drive to the south.

We arrived to a town packed to the rim with people coming to see the various paranormal oriented exhibits celebrating the haunting of the mysterious Mothman who appeared there the year leading up to a major bridge collapse that killed many from the town.  The Mothman terrorized members of Point Pleasant solidly for 13 months up to the bridge collapse.  It is an excellent example of one of the largest group hauntings in American history.  For me, coming to the actual site was a way to put sights and smells to the words painted on my mind from that terrifying book, which is excellent.  The book, unlike the Richard Gere film, went even further than just the strange Mothman creature into the realm of the paranormal.  In the book, Keel covered many mysterious elements that ended up becoming major motion pictures elsewhere.  The movie Men in Black produced by Steven Spielberg was a comedy look at an actual phenomena that took place in Point Pleasant during the Mothman huantings, leaving many to wonder who the government looking Men in Black really were.  They behaved like FBI, or CIA agents, but proved to be something else altogether.  Spielberg was born in Cincinnati, Ohio, and appears to have read The Mothman Prophesies in his youth, because his film Close Encounters of the Third Kind seemed deeply inspired by The Mothman Prophesies.   Close Encounters took place on the Indiana, Ohio border in the same general region of the country and to this day, no filmmaker has made a better movie on the subject of unidentified flying object sightings than Spielberg’s Close Encounters.  Much of activity that occurred in Close Encounters actually happened at Point Pleasant during the Mothman hauntings.  For a solid year between 1966 to 1967, journalist John Keel chronicled some of the craziest paranormal activity ever recorded in one area with the exception of Area 51.  I always believed that some of the U.F.O. activity was from experimental aircraft at the relatively nearby Wright Patterson Air Force Base, but only a few of The Mothman Prophesies U.F.O. sightings could be explained away with experimental aircraft.  There seems to be more to those stories that defy observable explanation at this current time.

Whatever it was, the entire town has found a way to relieve their tension over those events, and that is to have a festival every September to celebrate the strange happenings.  For me, it was haunting to look at the actual buildings and locations first hand as I read about them in the book. It was difficult to imagine why such a remote place had provoked so much paranormal activity, but it had.  To me the huantings at Moonville and Point Pleasant over a long period of time had common elements that were directly related to the region.  There is something dark and menacing in those places.  The locals don’t notice it much as they have only ever known such fear present in their lives.  But for those who come from outside that area, the tinge is easy to detect.  Standing on the banks of the river at the Mothman Festival I spoke with my son-in-law about The Yellow Creek Massacre which was a brutal killing of several Mingos by Virginia frontiersmen on April 30, 1774 which was one of the main incidents that contributed to Lord Dunmore’s War.  That terrible incident occurred nearly where we were standing as outlined in a favorite book of ours, The Frontiersman by Allen Eckert.

Chief Logan was a good friend of the English-speaking settlers in the region and was away on a hunt but his wife Mellana, his brother Taylaynee, Taylaynee’s son Molnah, and Taylaynee’s sister Koonay were among the slain. Koonay was also the wife of John Gibson a prominent trader between the English and various Native American groups who at the time of the massacre was on a trading expedition to the Shawnee.

The Greathouse group lured the Mingo group under Taylaynee into their camp with a promise of liquor and sport. Then they sprung an ambush on the Mingos and shot them dead. After the killings many of the bodies were mutilated. In a particular brutal killing Jacob Greathouse ripped open Koonay’s abdomen and removed and scalped her unborn son. The only member of the first group who was not killed was Koonay’s two-year-old daughter who was eventually returned to the care of her father, John Gibson, after she had for a time been in the care of William Crawford.  To me, the coincidence between the two events, the killing of the Mingo group in 1774 and the terrible events of the Mothman haunting in 1966 along with all the crazy UFO sightings and the mysterious Men in Black were somehow connected.  Such a concentration of strange events in the same area not to mention the collapse of the Silver Bridge right before Christmas at the end of the 13 month Mothman hauntings killing 46 people on December 15th 1967 are more than a coincidence.  Fear lives on the banks of the Ohio River in Point Pleasant, West Virginia for reasons that extend deep into human logic and history.

The travel to these places I didn’t expect to solve any of those lingering riddles.  However, I did want to get a sense of how Rick Stevens in Tail of the Dragon would deal with ever-present fear, as he contended with a legal system representing the entire country coming after him during the greatest car chase in the history of car chases.  I’m not a very skittish person by nature, I am used to a certain amount of ever-present danger.  But it is quite something else to put the mind into the kind of situation that Rick Stevens finds himself involved in during the events of my novel.  Studying the people of Point Pleasant at the festival, and climbing around in the deep woods of the Moonville Tunnel actually set my mind right on the issue.

We returned home later that evening well before the sun had set.  The experience was surreal.  We had traveled nearly 400 miles that day yet I was writing that night the final touches of Tail of the Dragon to meet my submission deadlines.  The trip had moved so quickly that it seemed like we had never even left that day.  My anxiety over that deadline had evaporated after the hard ride realizing that fear is really just a state of mind.  My family had stepped over fear and had a nice trip that day in the land of the supernatural.  What we discovered was that most of what anyone has to fear is mostly in the mind, and it is easy in such states of consciousness to see how silly it is for society to build their entire civilization on “fear.”  Ultimately Rick Stevens in Tail of the Dragon lives his life beyond the grip of fear which infuriates the “fear monger” controllers represented by the police and their puppet master politicians.  When Rick stands before a judge in Tail of the Dragon with the threat of life imprisonment for defending himself, he behaves with a level of confidence and fearlessness that is simply unfathomable in modern society.  But to tell a story of real freedom in the human mind, it is “fear” that must be overcome, and for Rick Stevens he must deal with the worst of it in Tail of the Dragon. 

It is this premise against fear that eventually helped the novel jump out over those thousands of other manuscripts to become published, so the work was well worth it.  Fear is the means that is used to control massive portions of the population whether the fear is generated from a supernatural source or a political fear monger.  The intent is the same, to control the behavior of individuals away from freedom and toward tyranny.  Rick Stevens in Tail of the Dragon is committed to living his life without fear, and this causes him great danger from those who insist that he stay under their control.  But like the ghosts of Moonville, Ohio, the real fear that the authorities have to impose on Stevens is only mental.  Once it is realized that man is superior to the ideas of the infantile authority driven dictators of politics and power it is soon discovered that real power is really generated among the human race in their ability to generate, or deny fear.  If a person develops the ability to live beyond the realm of fear, they will discover how foolish such notions used to be for them, and they will find freedom there to greet them.  It is on that side of the mental spectrum that readers are discovering such freedom through the life of Rick Stevens.  A life without fear sets the mind into the kind of focus which is rare in the history of mankind, a life that Rick Stevens achieved with a $20 million dollar muscle car in a car chase to end all car chases, in the novel Tail of the Dragon.

Now, here is a clip from one of our previous visits.

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Secrets of the Shadow Makers: Unidentified Flying Objects and the real Men in Black

I first ran into my recollections of Neil Armstrong–the astronaut as a kid in the museum up in Wapakoneta, Ohio. I then read about him as he appeared in Chuck Yeager’s book Yeager during the time that Tom Wolfe’s great book The Right Stuff had been made into a wonderful film. But Neil Armstrong for being the first person to walk on the moon has been something of a quiet spokesman on the topic and has a reputation for not wanting to speak too much about his experiences. However his crew mate Buzz Aldrin has not been so quiet and has let out over time that there were encounters with intelligent life during the Apollo missions.

All this was fun speculation however I was a bit stunned when Steven Spielberg and Michael Bay took the speculation of that first moonwalk and used it as a way to introduce their fictional Transformer robots in Transformers 3. I would have thought NASA, Armstrong and Aldrin would have protested such an outrageous use of their likeness, but they didn’t.

Instead the movie came out, and the talk was all about how cool the Transformers were and how hot the supermodel in the film was, but not much talk went on about the strange events of that first moon landing. After all, there are many conspiracy theorists who believe that the entire moon landing was a fake designed to convince the Soviet government that America had beat them to the moon to demoralize the communist country.  Being a fan of Spielberg for many years, I have an idea of how much money he has personally invested into the research of extraterrestrial life, and without a doubt he had access to detailed discussions with Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin at some point in the past and felt comfortable enough with their statements to inject them into the movie he produced.

My interest in extraterrestrial life stems from my rather detailed research into world history, comparative religion, scientific evolution and the time line of philosophic thought. After my own investigations into The Mothman Prophecies of Point Pleasant, West Virginia and searches around the deep woods of south eastern Ohio for cryptozoologic creatures and remnants of the legendary Bigfoot, I cannot report seeing such creatures, but understanding that there is a lot more to the world we are living in that is not revealed to us. After seeing how our society denies the existence of socialism and Muslim extremism right in front of our faces, something that is just too big and outside the parameters of accepted religious understanding is just too much for people to comprehend. For me the final proof came when I realized that archeologists and anthropologists were hiding a great number of discoveries to protect the education institutions that founded original thesis concepts, and that science was more interested in maintaining the status quo rather than truly understanding the REAL nature of human existence and the origins of life. CLICK HERE FOR MORE.

So I do not say it lightly when I say that most of what the modern human being thinks he or she knows—they aren’t even close yet. Our feeble grasp of our history, of our nature, and of our potential future is but a blade of grass in the vast never-ending horizons of the Midwest in America where grass can be seen as far as sight will take us. Humans have a lot to learn and it is our superstitions, religions, and fears of discovery that hold us back.

Mythology, which is another subject of mine that I study intensely, is formed in that attempt to bridge what we can rationally discover through a philosophy such as Objectivism by Ayn Rand and what we suspect is just over the horizon of thought. When we observe something that does not fit neatly within our senses, yet know that something has occurred, we are left to piece together the puzzle pieces logically, and logic does not take us to the door of virgin births, and gods who grant wisdom from unknowable places in time and space. Nor is the mathematics of Pythagoras in 490 BCE going to provide everything we need, because much is still unknown waiting for a philosophy to uncover the tools to detect more of the known world.

The human tendency to believe that everything has been invented is the approach of the living dead, the modern version of the zombie who uses Lao Tzu as a crutch to hide from the danger of adventurous knowledge and reside peacefully in a life of harmony, and contentment. Compared to where the human race should be, we are no more advanced than Thales of Miletus and his deduction that everything in the universe is made of water, which is true if the basic material of the cosmos is analyzed at one level of understanding. We know now that there is much more to the cosmos than these simple observations made in 540 BCE.

Within the year of this writing the news in the scientific community is ablaze with the discovery that neutrinos have destroyed the premise of Einstein’s equation E=MC2 by moving beyond the speed of light for the first time in human history. The media wishes to profess that Einstein was wrong, but he was not. He was no more wrong than Thales of Miletus; he observed the world and went as far as he could with limited knowledge. Within 100 years, quantum mechanics using sub atomic particles went further than Einstein could. And in 100 more years we will discover that breaking the light barrier with neutrinos is an archaic field of endeavor. We currently know that 72% of the universe is made of something called Dark Energy and another 23% is made up of Dark Matter. Only 4.6% of the Universe is made up of Atoms, the stuff we detect with our senses—only 4.6%.

I am 100% sure that our current government in the United States, for the same reason that religions desire to maintain control over their flocks, wish to deny science—to revert back to The Dark Ages–so that they can still be in charge, have maintained a level of secrecy against the public from what they have learned. They are motivated by the same trends Plato observed in his book The Republic in his cave allegory. Those who are in positions of power wish to keep that power due to a primitive desire in the human mind to maintain hierarchical relationships and such thoughts are a sickness. They stand in the way of mankind’s fate.

This is why I believe that Neil and Buzz discovered on the moon what they sought out all along, relics from a society either camped out in observation of life on planet earth, or an abandoned facility in a state of serious decay. I believe this is the primary reason that funding has been cut to NASA and we have never returned to the moon. The governments of earth wish to keep the spirit of human kind under their thumbs so to preserve the old order of stupidity prevalent for over 10,000 years. Earthly governments wish to keep mankind quiet for the same reason that Athens sentenced Socrates to death, because to the view of the Athenian government, Socrates was corrupting the minds of the young with his questioning philosophy. Socrates was offered to be exiled disgracefully, or to drink a fatal dose of hemlock in 399 BCE. Socrates chose the hemlock but lived on in his pupils first Plato, then the magnificent Aristotle who then instructed Alexander the Great.

We are no different now than we were then. A few minds think ahead of the social train of thought while everyone else lingers behind. When the rest of society catches up with those great minds it’s finally realized that everyone should have listened. A few hundred years’ later great minds like Jesus, Buddha, Confucius, and many others are finally recognized for their genius by followers who are simply second-handlers and fill in their own lack of proper recollection with myth. And the frustration continues.

The gates of wonder are open, yet mankind fears to go in because we still cling to leaders to lead us! In America we rebelled to push these leaders away, and we created the greatest country in the world using the miracles of capitalism to drive a technological boom unheard of in the history of the world, culminating sadly in that space voyage with Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin and Mike Collins. For the last 50 years America has enjoyed the technology developed during the NASA space race, but since Bill Clinton took office in the 90’s NASA has been dumbed down and defunded like the rest of society through a public education system that cares more for thoughts and feelings than adventure and scientific breakthroughs. This is done not to advance mankind, but for the kings of the hill to remain where they are, and to eliminate competition to their thrones of power. These days America is no different in their quests to throw off the shackles of political confinement than any other country in a global push for socialism. The motive was articulated by Plato in 340 BCE by the Allegory of the Cave which portrayed that the knowledge of the world is limited to mere shadows of reality and truth. And this is what our modern world is, mere shadows of a reality we do not yet have the courage to face.

Listen to Neil Armstrong in this clip at The White House in one of his rare and cryptic dialogs. This is not the speech of a conspiracy theorist, a con man, a hustler just trying to sell a new book. This is the voice of a fantastic test pilot who became an astronaut and had the courage to ride in a capsule the size of a car through the vast ocean of space to hit a small, unknown target. And what they found there was beyond human comprehension that is easy to see in hindsight.

If the human race starting with America could have the courage to tell it’s politicians to go to hell and shut the hell up—and get out of our way—we would discover on the moon the remnants of earths distant past, colonies set up to stage landings onto earth. We would also discover the means there of galactic, possibly intergalactic travel with technology that would make our discovery of the neutrino seem childlike. We would then discover on the planet Mars that Ray Bradbury was not so far off on his Martian Chronicles novel published in the 1950’s. There will be archeology on Mars that reveals great societies long gone and eroded away. Some of them coming to earth to settle, some of them trading with earth like America and China trade today, and we will discover that all this occurred over 100 million years ago and that these are our ancestors, and that the characters of Noah, and Solomon are our close relatives in the concept of time, instead of the distance figures we think them to be. We will also discover on Mars that some of its inhabitants left our solar system all together to settle someplace else in a cycle that is as old as time itself.

We will also discover that god is not out there in the heavens someplace or even on a distinct planet, but resides within one of the 11 dimensions that we are just beginning to get our minds around in quantum mechanics. These realities parallel our own existence completely in a complex pattern that can only be explained through the new rules of physics that show themselves at the quantum level.

But such discoveries will seem like science fiction always to the individual who seeks collectivism in a herd of cattle migrating through a bar or night club on a Friday night intoxicated and looking for a place to satisfy their sexual stimulation. They will belittle such concepts like amended ideas about the start of the human race, or technological breakthroughs that are easily within grasp, because they are living in a land of shadows, and are victims to the creators of those shadows.

It is even beyond comprehension to most minds that our current governments may actually be in present contact with extraterrestrial life, or are analyzing the documents left behind by such cultures that are kept locked away in private vaults peered at by those who wish to crown themselves kings. It would not be Presidents like Obama and the Russian KGB agent Putin who would involve themselves in these activities, because they are mere puppets to the hands of power that hold the cash they eat from.

I’m not personally interested in the shadows of our lives. I’m interested in what makes the shadows. To prevent investigation into their activities, the shadow makers have created the term “conspiracy theory” and other mechanisms to control speech and investigation, and alien technology falls under the umbrella of lunacy. Any serious scientific examination is discouraged either by politics or religious beliefs into the world behind those two facades. It is there that the real answers reside.

In my own life I have scrapped much of what I was taught in public education and in my 23 years of religious training on a quest to see what makes the shadows in our lives, and for me, it is easy to see the shadows everywhere, and many times I can see the shadow dancers in their true form as they cower in disgrace hoping to remain in the world of illusion. To a large extent that is what I report here every day at Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom, my observations of the shadow makers and what their motives are—as the rest of society seems content with just the images of shadows. We talk about school levy problems, public education deficiencies, philosophy, psychology, world history, politics, collectivism versus individualism, and the art of living a good, healthy life. Many who know me here believe that I’m an old-school cowboy type who wants the world to revert back to the days of John Wayne’s America—which I do. But more than that I love science, and all the possibilities that are before us, and it’s not just an anger at the progressive institutions who seem determined to take America back to the Dark Ages and reject the traditional values of American Excepetionalism, but also in the rejection of scientific discovery in favor of archaic protections of beliefs that belong to the evasive second-handlers.

I don’t wish to maintain a world that has national health care, or a Social Security system. I wish for sickness to be cured and old age to be eradicated through science. I do not wish to have a world of greenie weenie carbon credit salesmen running our governments. I wish to take manufacturing into space and onto the surface of the moon where heavy equipment can be moved easily and trash can be dumped directly into space. I do not wish one global world under socialism controlled by a few banking tyrants. I wish to spread the brilliance of the United States Constitution into China, and the countries of Africa, even Russia the art of capitalism to bring prosperity to the entire world as adventurers begin to colonize space. I don’t wish to maintain roads to the level we are today, because I want my own personal Skycar from Paul Moller so I can leave my driveway and be in Disney World just a couple hours later from anywhere in the country. Driving a car is archaic. You should just be able to plot in your coordinates and the thing will fly you to your destination while you sleep. CLICK HERE TO SEE MORE.

I’m not interested in the restricted vision of our current world. I’m not interested in learning what they like, care about, or fear, because to me, they are simply in love with the shadows because they fear the unknown. I want to know what kind of archeology we will discover on Mars, and that seems so far away right now because academic institutions aren’t even open to the discoveries on planet earth like the situation of Malden Island. CLICK HERE FOR MORE. I want to know the truth. If there are extraterrestrial influences, I want to speak with them directly—not behind the face of some goofy politician. As an American I don’t recognize any higher authority besides myself, and I don’t want a bunch of comb over politicians standing in the way of my understanding and my will to learn more. I want the infinite possibilities that are before the human race and anything that stands in the way of those possibilities is an enemy to my life of adventure.

It is sad that America has not returned to the moon. But the fact that we haven’t says to the world that our world governments wish to remain the shadow makers. They do not want to yield their monopoly on our understanding. They do not want us to discover that they are useless to us, because the discoveries that sit directly in front of the human race are infinitely productive, and beneficial. And the world of tomorrow is not destined to be enshrined in tyranny, and social apathy, but in discovery, adventure, and never-ending quests to see the makers of the next shadow on the wall. This is the fate of humanity that has been concealed by our would-be-kings to ends of preventing mankind from maturing into a fully technological society no longer dependent on leaders and their disreputable arrogance.

It’s a world so far only seen in myth, but in the case of keen observation, the myths of our culture are closer to reality than the shadow makers and their governments who cover themselves in secrecy by the funds we all send to them. All we must do is declare our independence, cut the money which maintains the façade and embrace this new world that extends beyond faith, beyond convention, into the world of tomorrow and all its possibilities.

Myth reflects reality in the eyes of an artist. Many times, the keys to understanding a deeper concept is in our fantasies in the form of fiction.

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Rich Hoffman
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