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Wärndorfer and the Poltergeist of Lerchenfelderstrasse 158

“There are only two types of people in the world, those who can extrapolate from incomplete data…” – GrouchyRabbit.com

Aren’t you pleased science solved that pesky Yeti problem?  2,176 more words

Anthropology

The Bedevilment of Benvenuto Cellini

“Sometimes you have to confront your demons and sometimes even let them loose to genuinely find a place where you can gain some understanding” – Peter Mullan… 2,320 more words

Anthropology

Hell is for Railroad Telegraphers

“Is it a fact—or have I dreamt it—that, by means of electricity, the world of matter has become a great nerve, vibrating thousands of miles in a breathless point of time?” 1,103 more words

Anthropology

Friends Don’t Let Friends Hunt Ghosts: The Dogged Haunting of Ballechin House

“True friends stab you in the front” – Oscar Wilde

One has to be careful who they hang out with.  Like it or not, your friends are a reflection (although often a carnival mirror view) of who you are.  1,970 more words

Anthropology

Lunar Consciousness

Pen and ink drawing.

A time when that which is turned away from the brightness of day comes round into full view.

Reflected in a bottomless, shining obsidian pool. 34 more words

Internship of the Undead: Christopher Monig, Afterlife Apothecary

“I would make bold to opine, that here the most fretful and malicious ghost, that ever begrudged the living their enjoyments, and had the most lively inclinations to mar them, what, between the murmur of the waters, and the music of the trees, would be so fascinated as never to dream of wandering beyond the narrow girth of its grave, or of revisiting its former haunts, and mingling again in the affairs of men, to prosecute its wonted avocations, like the restless apothecary, Christopher Monig, or those two pestilent knaves, the Cobbler of Breslaw, and the Alderman of Pentsch in Silesia” 1,303 more words

Anthropology

Turtles to the Left of Me, Turtles to the Right: The Practopoietic Loop of Causation

“I believe nothing, I have shut myself away from the rocks and wisdoms of ages, and from the so-called great teachers of all time, and perhaps because of that isolation I am given to bizarre hospitalities” 1,252 more words

Anthropology