CONTACT US Email: paranaughtica@gmail.com Twitter: @paranaughtica Facebook: The Paranaughtica Podcast Man, ghosts are old as fuck. So old, that we wanted to figure out what they are, why they are, and how they are. And why the hell do they scare people?We've got questions that we want answers to, and we'll go over those questions in this episode.....and 'some' of the answers that may be relevant. At any rate, we believe ghosts are real. And you should too. Today, we'll go over some of the history of ghosts, and of those who have sought answers.We'll also get into some of those nail-biting ghost stories that we plague our family and friends with while they watch their favorite television shows on their phones, all independent of one another.So get your velcro ready because we are about to go on an adventure! ***If you’d like to help us out with a donation and you’re currently listening on Spotify, you can simply scroll down on our page and you’ll see a button to help us out with either a one-time donation or you can set up a monthly recurring donation. You can also go to our Facebook page where we have a link to our Ko-Fi account and Pay-Pal account if you'd like to help out the show. We would greatly appreciate it and give you a massive shoutout on the show if you'd like! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
Out of the air is unbipped to breathe, and our phone is unfit to breathe.
We sit watching our TVs while some local newscasts take no feed today.
We asked if we'd homicides at 60's and fight on price.
Our defense the way it's supposed to be.
We don't think the bad, worse than bad.
Things like everything, everywhere is going crazy, crazy.
We don't go anymore.
We've seen the heights that are exploring the world.
These are getting smaller.
We say, please, at least create a friend.
We don't think we need a man.
Tell me, turn my TV, my steel belt, your radio, and my voice acting.
It doesn't even go out.
Well, I'm not good.
I want you to get mad.
I want you to protest.
I want you to ride.
I want you to ride to your congressman.
I want you to ride to your congressman.
I want you to ride to the heart.
It's always the first to get mad.
I'm a human being.
God damn it.
My life has been.
What's happening, bro?
What's new?
What's happening in your neighborhood?
Oh, you know.
Sometimes things are coming and going.
Like my bowels.
Yeah, you know, sometimes you just need a good push.
Coffee helps that.
I mean, you feel me on that?
I do, man.
Come on.
Oh, well, you know, some of the time.
Coffee gets the fucking shit going, you know what I mean?
It really gets those intestines to start contracting and pushing that shit through.
It just stirs up the old hurricane.
It really does, man.
Setting that aside for a brief moment, Scott, I'd just like to know, what is up with the number seven in the Bible?
I mean, it's mentioned over 700 times in both the Old and the New Testament, so what's up with that, dude?
That's a good question, man.
I actually don't know.
So I'm just going to be honest and tell you that I don't know, since I'm not an expert in those matters.
But I do like the number seven, especially seven up, dude.
But, you know.
I mean, I'm not trying to play down your question.
I'm sure there is some significance, especially 700 times.
That's quite a few, but, you know.
Anyways, I wish I had more of a complete explanation for you, but I really don't.
So don't hate me.
And that's fine, and I don't hate you.
Come on, man.
Don't hate me, dude.
I don't hate you, man.
I love you more than I ever did before.
Wow. Okay.
Well, Coop, I think there needs to be a little...
A little quid pro quo, you know what I mean?
A little squid pro roe.
Sure, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well, I'll give you this, man.
I know that numerology is pretty fucking huge in the Bible.
And that the number seven is said to symbolize completion or perfection.
But man, there has got to be a bigger meaning to it all that we've simply forgotten over time, right?
Oh, probably.
I bet you, you know, it could be the seven watchers, right?
The seven sages could be related to these people who...
We're part of the civilizing cult to rebuild the world after disaster.
I mean, you know, I'm just throwing it out there.
Yeah. We might have forgotten we could be a species with amnesia, to quote one of my favorite journalists.
But, you know, time will tell.
Time will tell.
I do know this, though.
It's said that God created the earth in six days and rested on the seventh.
But why did Moses go up to Mount Sinai seven times, bro?
And why did they march around the city of Jericho for seven days tooting their whistles until on the seventh day they marched around it seven times before the walls fell?
And why did Elijah pray seven times before a cloud that resembled a human hand formed and made a rain like never before?
These are all good questions, just in general, but good thought exercises for sure.
And why are there seven stars of God and seven angels of seven churches and seven gifts that are holy?
And do these seven gifts go to seven holy men?
Don't forget the seven deadly sins, homie.
Shit, dude.
Yeah, seven is pretty fucking important.
I agree.
I mean, clearly.
You're not wrong.
And there are said to be seven chakra points on the body, right?
Seven colors of the rainbow.
And seven musical notes.
Or the saptak sworas in the Indian fundamentals of music that are universal.
That's where we get the do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti.
Which stems from the Indian...
You're like ninja-ing my mind right now, dude.
I feel like I'm just sitting here just getting walloped with truths.
Dude, jiu-jitsu truths right there, boom, in your face.
It's all very interesting.
But Scott, in the Bible, which, ladies and gentlemen, this episode is not about, by the way.
We will get to the show here shortly, I promise.
But why are there seven spirits?
Oh, man.
Dude, I feel like I'm on Jeopardy and I'm losing.
I don't know.
I don't know.
You know that these seven spirits have names though, right?
Uh, yeah.
And that those names are the Helper, the Holy Spirit who is in you, a New Spirit, the Spirit of Grace, the Spirit of Glory, the Spirit of Supplication, and My Witness.
It may depend on which translation that is being referred to.
But, I mean, yeah, yeah, definitely.
Yeah. For sure.
Everyone knows that, right?
But, Scott, which spirit is the most powerful?
Can I phone a friend?
Yes, phone a friend.
Is there, like, some kind of resource I could use here?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Actually, hold on, hold on.
Let's call a friend really quick.
I'm really going to call a friend here.
Oh, yeah.
Okay, let's put this on.
Speaker phone.
Speaker phone.
Beep. Beep.
Beep.
Oh, hello?
Hey, buddy.
How you doing?
Great. Dude, just...
Oh, no, no, no.
We're not calling about that.
I have Scott.
Scott and I here are asking, or we're calling you to ask you a question.
Yeah, Scott and I are calling to ask you a question because I presented him with a question.
He doesn't know the answer to it, so he's phoning a friend.
Welcome to the show, my friend.
So, Benny, what spirit out of the seven spirits is the most powerful?
What in the hell are you doing to me?
We just need an answer.
I don't even get the question.
What the heck?
Out of the seven spirits, which one is the most powerful?
Well, let's see.
I think I could strangle...
Yeah, I think mine.
Oh, wow.
Okay, time's up.
You're not calling me right now.
What the heck?
All right, gotta go.
We'll talk to you later.
I don't even know what that is, the seven spirits.
I have no idea what that is.
That's fine.
We got the answer we needed.
Thank you, buddy.
You want to say goodbye to the audience?
Oh, he hung up.
I thought he was going to say Maker's Mark.
Yeah, that's a good one.
That's a good one.
That's the seventh spirit.
Well... I'll tell you who the most powerful spirit is.
So according to Google's algorithm, the most powerful spirit is Everclear.
Not the band, the booze.
I was on the right track, dude.
You were.
I was on the right track.
You were.
So today, we are going to discuss the topic of ghosts and ghouls and specters, spooks, phantoms, apparitions, poltergeists, haunts, wraiths, spirits, whatever one may call them.
It's just going to be...
You know, a lax show.
Nothing too crazy.
We're just going to discuss some random old ghost stories from way back in the day.
Yeah, I mean, you know, we're talking Adam and Eve.
We're just laying around telling each other stories about angry gods and demons at a place called hell.
Just like the tough truths in life.
Absolutely. But Scott, first, I think the audience is expecting some extra thick puddles of sticky ectoplasm that make up the greatest segment of any podcast in any dimension.
Oh, I love it when you do that, man.
That's true.
It's time for this week's segment.
Trey! Portrait!
Oh, yeah.
I know the music comes in and just washes me out, but I still like to do that.
No, it's great.
It adds to everything.
It's just perfect.
The band needs it.
The band needs the extra music.
The band needs that, exactly.
Alright, ladies and gentlemen, those of you who are following along with us today, welcome to Trey Per Trey.
Our first story comes to us from www.theguardian.com.
The Guardian, wow, I feel safe.
I do too.
This first one's out of England and Wales, and in a study recently published, apparently rising numbers of people...
Are being found long after death in England and Wales.
So just to provide some context of this headline, because I want you guys to know what I'm talking about.
I mean, you feel me on that?
I do, man.
Growing numbers.
And this is citing exactly from the study.
Growing numbers of people in England and Wales are being found so long after they've died that their body has decomposed.
It's definitely just like a shocking trend, you know, if you think about it.
People think partially it's because of social isolation and just aloofness in general.
Apparently such deaths have been rising steadily in England and Wales since 1980.
They think that there's a sort of a widespread societal breakdown.
People aren't checking in on people.
People are hanging out, doing a lot of stuff on their own, and then they die.
And then much after, like a long time after their bodies decompose, people realize that they're dead.
So that's what this study is talking about.
Damn. Yeah, so if you think about it, a lot of people would be shocked that someone could lay dead at home for days, weeks, or even longer without anyone being concerned about it.
Yeah. People in the community don't see them around, but they don't say anything.
And Dr. Lucinda Hamm of the University of Oxford and four co-authors who co-authored this study.
Said that, yeah, I mean, it can be a shocking thing, but why are the people not shocked, you know, when they're not hearing from this quote-unquote loved one or this person that they know who suddenly disappeared?
But the undefined deaths, which is kind of what they're calling it, people who died at home specifically, who have gone undiscovered, they've gone up considerably, and not just for one gender, but both genders since 1980.
So, it does say that men are more than twice as likely as women to be discovered in a decomposed state.
Interesting. According to the doctor's study.
I know, yeah, that's interesting, right?
More people are more apt to look in on the women and not so much on these, you know, I don't know, maybe isolative men.
But more often than not, they find the women before they're fully decomposed.
And the men, the opposite.
But pretty crazy, dude.
They cite specifically one case, Laura Winham.
She was 38, had severe mental problems, and she was found in a mummified, almost skeletal state at her flat in Surrey in 2021.
And this is more than three years after she had died, so it took that long for her to be discovered.
And in another case, Sheila Cilione...
She was 61. She was found badly decomposed in her flat in London, and this is two years after she had died.
Holy shit!
Exactly. Yeah.
You've cut off all of your links.
I mean, everybody in the study, all the co-authors, link it exactly to loneliness and just loss of social networks in general.
But it's a very common problem, so try to keep your friends close.
And your enemies closer.
The enemy's closer.
They may be the ones to find you.
To quote the World Health Organization, last week, loneliness was declared to be a threat to health on a global scale and pose a risk of an early death.
So, let's try to, you know, try to get out there, man.
Get out there.
Scare up a chess game.
From time to time.
Yeah, dude.
I mean, yeah, I'm glad they're coming out and letting people know.
Like, maybe you just have an extra game of backgammon from time to time or throw some hearts, maybe.
Pinochle. You know, a little pinochle.
Just throw a dice from time to time.
Get in that alley and just, you know, play some craps.
Throw a couple bills down.
Yeah, that's right.
Just put it all on black.
On that note, our second story comes to us from thewashingtonpost.com.
A second recipient of experimental pig heart transplant surgery has passed away almost six weeks following the surgery.
Now just to give a little background on this headline, Lawrence Fawcett knew, this guy knew, that his last chance at life was an emergency heart transplant.
The only heart available was from a pig.
So the 58-year-old agreed to it last September.
Said he was hoping for the absolute best, but knew that he was only the second person in the world to undergo that procedure.
It was very highly experimental surgery.
And they didn't guarantee that, you know, no one said, oh, this is for sure going to work.
They said, hey, we can at least try.
Right? So, immediately after the surgery, he did show some significant progress.
And they thought, you know, it just seemed very positive, right?
But then the heart began to show signs of rejection, which is, of course, the most significant challenge involving just transplants in general.
And nearly six weeks after the surgery, Fawcett passed away.
So he is the second patient to die after receiving a genetically modified pig heart.
So, so far...
Geez, what happened to the first person?
I believe it was a similar situation.
David Bennett, he actually died two months after his groundbreaking surgery back in 2022.
So this second death comes about 19 months after the first person passed away.
Same kind of deal.
It was just a rejection of the heart.
I mean, doctors are hoping.
That maybe this organ swap from genetically altered animals could address the shortage of organs available.
So that's the point, is there just aren't enough organs available for these transplants.
So they're looking at alternate means, but honestly, so far it's not looking good, is what I would say.
Two for two.
Not good.
Two for two.
So we'll see who the next person is.
I feel like, just from my perspective, I feel like the next person would probably be kind of wary about it.
You have to be at the last straw.
I got nothing.
Let's do it.
I got nothing to lose.
Give me the pig heart.
Even then, I wouldn't do it.
Time to go, man.
I don't want a pig's heart in me.
Just chalk it up to...
Yeah, because then you're just living with a pig's heart.
At every second, you're like, this could just stop.
Any fucking second, it's a pig's heart in my body.
You have no idea what that's going to be.
They don't live as long as humans.
No, and they're not humans.
Even though the closest to a human in terms of organs and skin and shit, yeah, it's most similar to a human being.
But man, I don't know.
Animal heart and a human just obviously doesn't work.
It's just not meant to be there.
No. Pig's heart's a pig's heart.
Human's heart's a human's heart.
That's why we have different hearts.
But hey, if you can make it work, you can make it work.
I could see you that, you're just that old guy on the porch, you know, like years down the road.
He's like, you know what?
Human's heart's a human's heart.
Pig's heart's a pig's heart.
Get off my lawn.
Yeah, I have signs up.
It's a huge, like, yeah, dissenter amongst the radical organ replacement wave.
Humans have human hearts.
Pig's heart stay in pigs.
Yeah, that's me.
That's me in about five years.
Well, more on that as more experimental studies come to the forefront.
Our last story of this week's Trey for Trey.
Thank you for following along, ladies and gentlemen.
Comes to us from Reason.com 2023.
Chicago police.
Oh boy.
Here we go.
Chicago police.
Oh no.
They admit to raiding the wrong house.
Raiding. Wow.
So the Office of the Inspector General released its final report on Wednesday and concluded that...
The police have raided this house multiple times without doing basic investigative work contributing to botched raids.
Do they just...
I mean, that's just crazy, bro.
They just pick a house and they're like, let's do that one.
Let's just go raid that one.
I'm not really sure.
So, like, one of the examples in the article that they give, they bust into this house, they humiliate this poor woman.
She's naked.
It's a wrong door.
Oh, what the fuck?
In 2019.
So they bust on in.
Wow. On a faulty tip, handcuff her, force her to stand in full view of the male officers as they search the home, and then realize that it was not the right home.
A false tip.
Like, how would you not be furious over that?
I would be very furious.
Absolutely. But my question is, anybody can call to make a report of a neighbor that they don't like.
Like, oh, I think...
This neighbor's doing something.
You know what?
Then the cops, the Chicago police are like, well, let's not do any investigation.
Let's just raid it.
Arrest the person.
Yeah, they're like, oh, we got probable cause.
And they just bust on in there.
Because a neighbor said something.
Like, what the hell?
At least the lady, you know, she did file a lawsuit.
And they settled for $2.9 million.
So she was paid for grievance.
But still, just to like have the police bust in and handcuff.
I mean, you're not going to forget that.
That's pretty fucked.
You know?
But she wasn't even the only victim.
So there's another Chicago area lawyer, Al Holfeld, and he has represented 11 different families, all with separate lawsuits saying that the Chicago Police Department pointed guns at their children during botched SWAT raids.
They were not criminals.
They had nothing to do with anything.
The police busted on in, guns drawn.
I mean, this is insane, dude.
That's fucked up, dude.
Insane. The article goes on to talk about one case where they actually handcuffed an 8-year-old child.
And in another case, 17 police officers busted up into a family's house, guns drawn during a 4-year-old's birthday party.
Man, I would be so pissed.
I remember reading about that.
I would be so mad.
So at least some of the families are getting a little bit of recompense for this.
There's a story here in the article.
In 2018, a family claimed that Chicago police stormed their house, pointed a gun at their three-year-old girl, and they settled out of court for $2.5 million.
Why are police breaking into homes and pointing guns at three-year-olds, four-year-olds, handcuffing eight-year-olds?
This is insane.
Yeah, I think...
I mean, obviously, more than just record-keeping, but practices, I feel like, should be reviewed on going into a situation like this in force, right?
So you have a ton of people, and you're pointing weapons at children?
You know, like, that should not be something that...
No, where's the training?
...is allowed.
Exactly. That's what I'm asking here.
Where is the training?
Like, what is the review of practices?
That's crazy.
And the governor, who's it?
Governor Lightfoot?
Or Mayor Lightfoot, I believe?
Yeah, Mayor Lightfoot?
So she needs to get her shit together and figure out what the hell is going on with the police force.
Yeah, they need to be pulling this department in, talking about this is the right way to do it, this is the wrong way to do it.
I know there's, you know, there's complications and there's outstanding situations, but the amount of times that this has happened is absolutely ridiculous.
No. I mean, there's another report of another Chicago family who saw that officers raided their house three times in four months, allegedly looking for someone that the residents of that home didn't even know.
Right. They said that he had moved.
The person they were actually looking for had moved to California like a while back.
Or something like that.
And they kept showing up looking for him at this place because it was the last recorded address that this person had on file.
How many times does it take?
And they're just like, no, he's still not here.
Yeah, he's still not here.
A month later, you go back, no, he moved, remember?
We talked about this last time you raided us.
Exactly. And they just had never bothered to, you know, yeah, they just never.
And the tip that they were acting on in that case specifically was from an anonymous informant that said that the person had possessed an unlicensed handgun.
And that's all it is.
And they're busting into this dude family's home over an unlicensed handgun.
It wasn't even like he was making threats or something where this person has to be stopped right away.
It's like, no, they could probably take some time and track him down.
Well, again, it's just a neighbor who calls and makes a report and without an investigation, they just go there and break in, assuming that the neighbor is telling the truth.
The anonymous tip?
Seems like a huge response to some anonymous tip with no surveillance, no nothing.
I mean, it's clear that our Constitution absolutely means nothing anymore.
Our First Amendment, Second Amendment, Fourth Amendment, all being violated on a daily basis.
It's like these cases, there's no warrant, and they just go.
There needs to be a warrant.
These are unreasonable searches and seizures without warrants.
What the fuck?
Absolutely. And this isn't isolated.
This happens all over the country all the time.
By police officers.
Yeah. Absolutely insane.
I mean, remember that trend?
It was called swatting?
Yes. Yeah, no different.
Fucking horrible.
Busting in on a tip.
It's just some kid playing games.
That's basically all that is.
Yeah. That's basically all these are is swatting.
Exactly. And they're children, man.
Yeah. Oh, yeah.
Four-year-old birthday party.
Like, oh, let's go.
Let's go bust that party.
Yeah, there's some shenanigans going on there.
Boom! Get on the ground.
You know what I mean?
Yeah, terrible.
Absolutely terrible.
Absolutely terrible.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, grim Trey portray stories today, but thank you for sticking with us.
That's it for this week's episode.
Portray. Portray.
*singing* So good man.
You know, we've got to talk about them.
Every week, we bring three stories to talk about.
So, absolutely.
Hopefully the listeners are listening and talking out there.
Absolutely. But okay, man.
Let's get into this then.
Actually, before we start, I just want to say that Scott and I are firm believers in all things ghost and the paranormal.
One could say that we are firm-ass believers.
Oh, yeah.
I agree 100%.
Always working on the glutes.
Gotta work on the glutes.
Ghosts and glutes.
That's pretty much my whole life.
Ghosts and glutes.
That might be the name of the show.
Ghosts and glutes.
I like it.
Alright, man.
So first, I wanted to ask you, dude, what do you think ghosts are?
Like, what are they?
What are they made of?
What do they consist of?
What is their chemical makeup?
Explain it to us.
I like that.
I like that.
So, my take, and this has always kind of been my take, or the thing at least that resonated the most with me, is that ghosts are just the...
A bit of us that sticks around for whatever reason, doesn't quite break through the next plane of existence, gets held up.
I don't know, it could be like a loop, like a memory, or like a strong emotion that implants on a location for a specific reason, and it just hangs around.
And I guess if we're getting into the nitty-gritty, I guess it would just be some kind of leftover signal from, like...
Some electrical discharge of our body.
That's what I think.
A lot of people could have differing opinions, which is great.
Have them.
That's awesome.
I don't know.
This is just my take on what I think a ghost is.
That's a great take.
It's like a record.
Just a lost record of something that once was.
That makes sense.
It makes sense.
Why wouldn't we see a lot more ghosts?
That's true.
That's true.
You know?
Why don't we see a lot of ghosts?
But I did hear this one theory that, you know, if we do live in this, like, AI world, like we're in a game, essentially, right?
We're all these programmed, I don't know, binary codes, right?
Okay. And in this game, this is basically alternate universe, this alternate reality universe that...
This matrix, if you will.
And so the theory is that...
The ghosts are like a glitch in the Matrix.
So that little program, like in GTA, you know, you're walking down the streets in GTA, the game, and you just see the same person just walking around in circles, whatever.
And it's just like, that's what the ghosts are.
They don't even know what they are.
They're just a glitch.
That's an interesting theory.
Yeah, right, right.
So this whole simulation that we're in occasionally has a little hiccup from time to time, and that's what the ghost is.
It's just like a loose signal, just like an end of programming that wasn't quite completed or just never deleted fully.
Right, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Never delete it fully.
Yeah, that's interesting.
I like that take.
But it's like, I don't know, man.
I don't know, because there are so many different variations of ghosts, like poltergeists, and they throw shit around and make noise and open cupboards and shit, and then there's just the ghost that just stands there and does what you were saying, just repeats the same thing, and it's stuck there.
So, like, there's different forms of these things.
Exactly. Yeah, you got the loop, you got the actual motion, you got the ones that just show up in photos and stuff like that, you know?
Or just touch you, and you're like, what was that?
Yeah. But who knows, man?
Who knows?
But there is an understanding that ghosts, in their classic sense, are made up of ectoplasm, which comes from the ancient Greek meaning outside, or plasma, and that which has form.
In biology, ectoplasm is actually the non-granulated, elastic outer part of a cell's cytoplasm.
The closest thing to reference it is often an amoeba.
And you can see videos of amoebas doing some pretty fucking awesome shit, man.
Some ectoplasmic contractions on YouTube if you want to be entertained for hours on end.
But in spiritualism, ectoplasm was a term first coined in 1894 by Charles Reschet, a physical researcher, which means...
A substance or spiritual energy exteriorized by physical mediums.
And while it has become widely popular in the minds of millions, there is yet to be solid scientific evidence that it actually exists.
But this substance, that is ectoplasm, is said to be the energy form of ghosts or spirits or demons or whatever, which is entirely separate from the medium themselves.
Another physical researcher from the early 1900s, Gustave Guillet, explained it as being very variable in appearance, being sometimes vaporous, sometimes a plastic paste, sometimes a bundle of fine threads or a membrane with swellings or fringes or a fine fabric-like tissue.
Even famed British author and physician who birthed the greatness of Sherlock Holmes, Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle, Thanks,
Arthur. The whole idea of this spiritualistic ectoplasm really took form through the notion of what's called an ectenic force.
What is that?
I don't fucking know.
But those early researchers were trying to find a physical explanation for numerous reports of telekinesis during seances.
And this was first hypothesized by Count Aginor de Gasperin to explain the communications of spirits through the phenomena of table tapping, where the spirits would basically tap once for yes, twice for no, whatever.
And he would go on to conduct many experiments with another dude named M. Theory, who was a professor of natural history at the Academy of Geneva.
The pair would claim some success in their experiments, but apparently the results of their experiments have never been adequately duplicated or substantiated independently.
Speculation would grow, and soon the idea of a fluid or some kind existing within our bodies that could be released with the intention to influence matter outside of ourselves, a psychic force.
This would be heavily scrutinized within their own circles, but would later be claimed to be responsible for the levitation of random objects that the physical investigator, W.J. Crawford, witnessed when he attended numerous seances put on by the medium, Kathleen Gallagher.
He would later describe this substance as plasma, which could be felt but not seen by the naked eye.
Later, though.
Another physical researcher and physicist, Edmund Edward Fournier d'Albet, would attend some of these seances by Kathleen to see this plasma and all of these objects levitating around the room.
But instead of witnessing anything paranormal, he would witness that she had a fine white fabric called muslin between her feet in which she was manipulating nearby objects with.
Which, I mean, if you think about it, it's pretty impressive that she was able to, you know...
Fool so many people with just, like, a fiber that looked kind of like spider's web a little bit.
Right. I mean, for so long, like, people thought she had control of this stuff.
Yeah. I think it's impressive myself.
I'd be like, you know what?
Keep the money.
Because you're good.
You did a great job.
You did a great job.
Yeah. They were like David Blaine's.
Who's that?
Who are those?
Exactly. David Blaine and that other guy.
Yeah, yeah.
They were like the...
Chris Angel.
Chris Angel, or whatever his name is.
I didn't mention this in this episode, but the Fox sisters, if anyone knows who the Fox sisters were, they were back in the 1800s.
They also tricked a lot of people into thinking that these pictures of them were of real ghosts when it was just like cotton.
They had cotton that was hung up and strewn about, and they would take pictures of it saying that this cotton in the pictures were ghosts, but they got caught.
Eventually, they were just like, no, you caught us.
We were lying.
Exactly. They all get caught in the end.
But in the late 1800s and early 1900s, it was a time of heavy paranormal belief.
People from all walks of life were very interested and heavily influenced by the art of seances and spiritualism, especially around the time of the Civil War.
People like Houdini and President Franklin Pierce and his wife, Jane Pierce, as well as Mary Todd Lincoln and her husband, President Abraham Lincoln, and some others, of course.
I mean, they were all...
Pretty interested in spiritualism and what it could possibly accomplish.
And it's fairly well known that Lincoln was pretty into seances and it's reported that he would call on the spirits to help guide him through all the bullshit going on during his presidency.
It's said that Mary Todd, his wife, hired famed medium Nettie Colburn Maynard to sit with Honest Abe and call on the spirits to advise him if he should sign the Emancipation Proclamation or not.
And obviously, the spirits told him to dip that quill deep in some ink.
Yeah, I mean, we all saw the outcome.
Exactly. Right?
So, we know what they must have said.
Dip it.
Wouldn't that be so interesting to be in a time where that was something that people would gather for and shut the walls and they would all sit there and ask a spirit something and everyone would sit and listen?
I just feel like that doesn't happen anymore.
No, I think we should go back to that.
Would have been fascinating.
We should definitely start doing that.
Like table tapping?
Yeah, where's my muslin?
So all that shit's pretty interesting, right?
But Scott, you've heard about Lincoln's dream, right?
Ooh, I'm gonna be honest.
I might need some background information on that subject.
Yeah, no problem.
So in 1865, after a few years of seances, Lincoln confided in his friend Ward Hill Lehman.
That he was in the East Room of the White House and there were the sounds of grieving people as he noticed a corpse in the center of the room.
Lincoln said he asked a soldier that was standing guard who the dead person was, to which the soldier replied, The President!
He was killed by an assassin.
And at that moment, Lincoln is said to have awakened.
And on April 11, 1865, he told his friend that he was strangely annoyed by the dream.
And ten days after the dream, on April 14th, Lincoln would attend the play Our American Cousin, which was just a hoot and a holler at Ford's Theater where he was allegedly shot and killed by John Wilkes Booth.
But it is said that his ghost would often visit Mary Todd, his wife, until her own death.
And it still haunts the White House to this very day.
I know I'd be definitely, definitely a little bit, I don't want to say perturbed, but concerned, maybe?
If I had a dream that was that specific.
And then suddenly, not too long after that, someone was like, hey, do you want to go?
You know, like, suggests the circumstances that I dreamed.
Right. I'd be like, yeah, no, I'm good.
I'm going to stay home.
You guys go have fun.
Like, do what you're going to do.
Stay back.
Make some biscuits.
And you're not going to link in me, man.
Yeah, man.
You know?
Get away from me, John Wilkes.
Yeah, get out of here!
They're like, what?
They're like, what?
What are you talking about?
So regardless...
Of who you were in the day, if you didn't believe in spiritualism, you sure as hell heard about it.
It was everywhere.
Magazine ads, billboards, first day orientation for the new job, pre-packed school lunches, even snail mail.
Fascinating. It was popular in all of Western culture, but the idea that we can connect and communicate with spirits from the afterlife goes back many thousands of years.
Many, many thousands of years.
But in the more modern version of spiritualism, the more that people heard about it, the more that people paid closer attention.
And the attention was helped quite a lot by the utilization of photography by all these spiritualists who hoped to capture physical evidence.
And while some may have caught something unexplainable, the majority of the photographs would only work against their cause.
The Society for Psychical Research began to really investigate these mediums and spiritualists and quickly began to weed out a ton of the fraudulent actors.
Photographs would reveal that these people were cutting out pictures from magazines, such as faces, and...
Pinning them to string with a bit of gauze and cotton and dangling them in the air while tapping their foot on the table.
One such cutout by the magician Carlos Maria de Heredia had the letters Le Miro on the back of it, proving that it was cut out from the French magazine of the same name.
And it would be found out that she was using cutouts of faces of U.S. President Woodrow Wilson, King Ferdinand of Bulgaria, In 1922,
the Christian University in Norway would send some people to investigate a Danish medium named Einar Nielsen.
Initially, the Danish Society of Psychical Research issued their own report of him, which praised him highly for his abilities to communicate with the dead.
This seemed a little ironic to the Norwegians, being that the Danish gave nothing but favorable reviews for a Danish medium.
So they'd go on to attend his seances, and they soon discovered that all of his ectoplasm was totally fake.
Oh, man.
Isn't that always how it goes?
Oh, yeah.
Check it out.
We're gonna check it out.
Oh, he's full of shit.
Fake. Fake.
Damn it.
What's a sectoplasm?
Fake. I bet they were disappointed.
They were.
The new reviews by the university in Norway put the spotlight on the spurious Danish reporter, which would end up becoming a bit of a media storm.
And it was a blow to the Danish Society of Psychical Research, which tarnished the group's notoriety.
But that's not the worst of it.
Oh, I'm...
What? Okay, I want to hear about this.
According to Brady Brower, in his 2010 book, Unruly Spirits, The Science of Psychic Phenomenon in Modern France, Einer Nielsen was further put to shame when he was caught hiding the ectoplasm that he was using for his seances up his Hershey's Kiss.
Whoa! And this, yeah, and this was obviously a deeper punch in the rumper than the last time he was called out.
Goddammit. Yeah, see what you did there, man.
And then, in 1932, the leader of his own spiritualism group, Jost Carstensen, would write a pamphlet which he published far and wide that exposed all of Nielsen's dirty tricks.
Einar kept working as a medium until his death, but was never considered to be credible after having found he kept his ectoplasm in his tart.
I mean, that's fair, though.
That's not gonna inspire, you know, people to...
Come and want to be a part of what you got going on.
They're just going to be like, nope.
I'm not paying money for that.
You'd have a very small and precise fan base.
Yeah, just diehards.
I heard a guy who keeps his ectoplasm in his butt.
Oh, that's a guy I need to go see.
Gotta see that.
I'll pay some coppers for that for sure.
Hell yeah.
Or we could buy loaves of bread for our family.
Yeah. Let's go to this medium.
Let's go to the tart plasm guy.
There's this other one too.
Mina Crandon.
She was a famous medium who could produce ectoplasm during her seances.
During one such seance, Mina produced a small ectoplasmic hand that came out of her stomach and waved all over the place.
And remember, seances must be done in very dim light because ectoplasm cannot be seen in light.
But sometime later on, some biologists would study that nasty little ectoplasmic hand and would find that it was made of a piece of animal liver that was cut to shape.
And it turned out she couldn't eat it quick enough before they were able to brighten the lights.
Oh, man.
That is commitment to the act, though.
You got to give her.
She had some balls for that one because, you know, like you're going to eat liver every time that you do this seance.
Like, whoo.
Yeah, they're just like, turn on the lights quick!
Yeah, turn it on!
And it's their lamp, so you have to go light the lamp and turn the lamp thing up.
And yeah, she's just over there trying to eat this liver really as quick as possible.
She's acting as she's retching, but she's throwing down this liver every single time.
Every time.
Where was she getting the liver?
That's my question.
That's a good fucking question.
Well, her career ended, and Walter Franklin Prince, the American parapsychologist, described that case as...
The most ingenious, persistent, and fantastic complex of fraud in the history of psychic research.
I mean, yeah, though.
Yes. Pretty on point.
And there was a book that exposed all the medium's tricks called Revelations of a Spirit Medium in 1922.
It was a heavy hitter and attacked hundreds, if not thousands, of spiritualists, which is why when the book first came out, every copy of the book was bought by spiritualists and burned.
Take that, they said.
Yeah. Take that.
And another medium was exposed when her technique of ectoplasm turned out to be nothing more than swallowing cheesecloth and then regurgitating it.
Rough. Yeah, seriously.
Swallowing a cheesecloth?
Oh my gosh.
Yeah, that's not soft.
No. Maybe it was a little bit back then.
I don't know.
Doubtful. But because of all this negative exposure and being cast as frauds and snake charmers, the interest in spiritualism and doing seances made a rapid decline in the public sentiment.
The public sentiment would, however, pick back up in the years to come.
So Scott, what is a ghost?
With your best surmising, explain to us what a ghost is.
I'm gonna just...
I'm gonna stick with my original answer, dude.
I've already answered this once.
You'll probably make me answer it again.
Maybe we're stuck in a loop.
But I think it's a loop or an emotional memory left behind.
I don't think it's a glitch in the matrix and it's certainly not swallowing a cheesecloth or hiding ectoplasm in your ass.
It's definitely neither of those things.
I concur.
I concur.
I'm gonna stick with my original definition for now.
Okay? Alright.
Just for now.
So... This is from the Oxford.
A ghost is an apparition of a dead person which is believed to appear or become manifest to the living, typically as a nebulous image.
What do you think about that?
Okay. Okay.
It's from the Oxford.
Well, I can't disagree.
It's the Oxford.
I mean, the apparition part, because I guess we both, you know, I agree with the apparition.
You see this thing.
Nebulous, also gotta agree there.
You know, I'd say that's, you know, I could buy that.
I could get behind that.
Let's go on.
A ghost usually takes this ectoplasmic energy form, essentially a fluid shell of their old self, which is what people typically see, right?
Many ghosts are reported to appear like a person, but sort of see-through, and they're ephemeral, meaning that they only appear for a short period of time.
Yeah, they kind of flutter on in.
I mean, I'm not...
I'm not hating this description.
You're not hating it, but...
Is there a but?
They're full of shit!
Yeah, right?
They don't know what they're talking about!
God, the Oxford.
Man, who wrote that thing?
No, go on.
I'm sorry.
I apologize.
I'm not trying to hold up the show.
All right.
Go ahead.
Continuing. John Kachuba, a ghost researcher, wrote a book called Ghost Hunters back in 2007 and wrote...
Einstein proved that all the energy of the universe is constant and that it can neither be created nor destroyed.
So what happens to that energy when we die?
If it cannot be destroyed, it must then, according to Dr. Einstein, be transformed into another form of energy.
What is that new energy?
Could we call that new creation a ghost?
So, what do ghosts do, Scott?
What are they purported to do?
What is their purpose?
I think at this point, right, like in society's development, most people think ghosts haunt.
They don't leave.
They are around.
I mean, they just kind of hang out.
They just kind of hang out, man.
It's like the layperson's definition, though.
I'm not trying to get fancy like the Oxford, but they just kind of hang out, dude.
And they, I don't know, they freak some people out.
Other people are like, eh, I got a ghost in here, but it's not a big deal.
So they just kind of hang around and chill.
Yeah, some people, like, they take their perception of it when they see a ghost is, like, more spiritual and, like, positive.
Yeah. Other people see ghosts and it's, like, a negative demonic feeling and then they hate it and they think it's evil.
Yeah, right.
They're like, ugh, and they want to get away.
Some ghosts, yeah, some ghosts just sit there, stand there.
Some ghosts look like family members and some ghosts just walk through walls and disappear.
Yeah, it's weird, man.
The things that I've seen...
We're, like, not see-through.
They were full-on form, like, it was solid, you know?
You see, I put my arm up.
Solid! Yeah.
Like a dick.
Touch it.
Whoa, dude.
Bro. Fuck.
This is a kid's show.
Yeah, man, there's kids listening to this.
Yeah, sorry.
Well, we don't really know what ghosts do, man.
We don't know.
Some people who've seen ghosts say that ghosts gave them a good fright.
Others say they feel calmest about them when they see them.
Others yet throw water at them and ridicule their name and demand that they return to where their wretched souls came from, which doesn't always turn out well.
And some people report visual manifestations and the displacement of objects, the moving of objects in real time, the appearance of strange lights.
There are many reports of sounds, such as knocking, tapping, footsteps, and the faint sound of muffled speech.
Some people report vivid laughter or screams.
And some people report the sound of musical instruments, which would be fucking great.
And sometimes, they just make a lot of noise and break a lot of shit.
Those damned poltergeists.
Yeah, like noisy ghosts.
Right? I mean, that's what that means in German, right?
Noisy ghost?
Yes, yeah, noisy ghost.
But it's generally understood or agreed upon that when a person dies, someone we love, for instance, their soul or human spirit separates from the physical body and becomes more of an ethereal presence or a plasma such as ectoplasm, which can be transferable through solid structures,
which is why we often hear reports of ghosts moving through walls.
That is an oft-quoted description of the ghosts that people have quote-unquote seen.
Is that they easily move through substances that, you know, a solid-bodied person amongst the living would not be able to achieve.
You know what would be really hilarious?
If, like, you actually saw a ghost and it went to walk through a wall and it just, like...
If it just couldn't do it.
Yeah, it just hit its head.
It's like, oh, what?
What the hell?
This never happened before.
They told me not to go this way.
Poor ghost.
Poor ghost, man.
Totally. That there are 12 dimensions,
12 spatial dimensions.
CERN? The European Council for Nuclear Research has been at the forefront of figuring out how and why the universe works.
They have been conducting studies since at least the 1940s or 50s to try to figure out the overlap of the physical and the spiritual worlds.
They have been forming theoretical frameworks relating to the string theory and the fundamental forces of nature that govern the universe, which includes the theory of ghostly apparitions.
But even within CERN, there are dissenters of so-called ghosts.
Brian Cox, a professor who works at CERN, says he has dismissed the existence of the paranormal world entirely through his research.
He says that ghosts cannot exist simply because in order for them to exist, as is generally understood, and to interact with matter, i.e.
living humans, us, that they would need to be made up of a type of matter that CERN and their Large Hadron Collider would have discovered by now, according to him.
His whole argument on the matter if ghosts are real or not is that, quote, we would have found them by now.
Oh, damning.
Damning. Just like, I don't know, that's just kind of entitled to me, right?
You got the scientist, he's got research behind him, he's got, you know, doctor whatever, blah blah blah.
And he's like, well, if ghosts were around, we would have found them.
How come we haven't found the exact starter of the universe?
You know, like, how come we haven't found...
There's many things that we haven't found...
There's a lot of shit.
...yet. Doesn't mean that it's not there.
And... You know what I mean?
On the same page here, just because they're working with this large Hadjan Collider, doing their little experiments and whatnot, how do we know that is the framework to find ghosts?
Maybe to find ghosts is a completely different framework from that, you know?
So he's resting his whole proposition on just the fact that he works at CERN.
And their specific research in a specific area, you know, I mean, that's not what is going to tell you that ghosts are real or not, but that's entitled.
Yeah, I mean, the Hadron Collider is a big particle accelerator, and they're trying to break down atoms, molecules, or electrons, I should say, into the smallest pieces that they can get.
And they still haven't achieved going smaller past a certain point.
So they don't even know what's there.
They don't know.
Maybe ghosts are made out of that.
I'm just saying, if that's what your argument's going to be, I feel like there's some legitimate counterpoints to that.
But anyways, I digress.
Something like, how about Neil deGrasse Tyson, the famed comical scientist that people tend to love and adore and trust?
Well, he pressed Brian Cox on his assertion and asked him, So if I understand what you just declared, you just asserted that CERN, the European Center for Nuclear Research, disproved the existence of ghosts.
To this, Brian Cox responded, Yes.
And to clarify, Brian is only going off the LHC's ability to read the smallest, most minute bursts of energy that is said to be created when particles collide.
How he correlates that to whether ghosts are real or not is beyond me and beyond all who know that ghosts do exist.
And another famed comical scientist that women and men tend to bust nuts over is Bill Nye.
And what does Bill Nye think about ghosts?
This is what he says.
Scott, why don't you go ahead and say what he says.
This is an actual quote.
Fuck them.
Fuck them all to hell.
Screw them all.
I don't care.
That's straight from Bill Nye.
Straight from Bill Nye, dude.
Bill Nye.
Fuck them.
Fuck them all to hell.
Screw them all.
I don't care.
Bill, calm down.
Sorry they cancelled your show.
Bill Nye the science guy.
Chill, bro.
Get some water.
Nah, nah.
He didn't say that.
He didn't say that.
He did say, however, that he does not believe in ghosts at all.
He thinks they're all garbly gook.
Well, you know, people are entitled to their opinions.
Doesn't mean that they are true or false.
Absolutely. But real quick, we need to put some balance in here, okay?
In 2021, a poll was conducted of 1,000 Americans.
41% of them said that they do believe in ghosts.
People Magazine.
Shout out to People.
Thanks for all the awards and the mentions.
Thanks, People Magazine.
They came out with a similar article the same year saying that 50% of Americans believe in ghosts, while 39% believe in aliens from other planets, and 27% believe in Bigfoot.
And, in Canada, 46% believe in ghosts.
Okay. You know, honestly, that's fairly high numbers for this study.
Collected. Well, I mean, what we're seeing over and over is at least half of Americans believe in ghosts.
I mean, it's definitely demonstrating that even though it's been quote-unquote disproved time and time again, people still believe.
It's not going to change anything.
People believe.
And you know what?
And I'm just going to offer this now.
Maybe ghosts exist simply because we believe they exist.
Putting the energy out there.
I want you to chew on that.
Chew on that.
Which, side note here, a lot of poltergeist activity is thought to just be a lot of teenage angst, typically in girls, where they just get so pent up in those teenage years and you're just like, eh, everything's sex.
And there's so much energy going on, the negative energy.
And, you know, the theory is that all of this energy is just shot out and it makes other things happen because everything is energy.
Everything has energy around it, right?
We're, like, submerged in energy.
We're all electrical.
So what do you think about that?
I could see it.
I mean, I know I've, myself, in the tender teenage years, I have put much angst out into the world.
Actually, I'm surprised that that angst didn't push back, honestly, with the amount that I was pouring out there.
But maybe it's just how I channeled it.
I don't know.
It just depends.
Could be.
Yeah, it's individual.
I could totally see it.
But of course, ghosts are still heavily kept within the confines of folklore despite the large numbers of hardened believers.
And sure, television and streaming shows such as Ghost Adventures and all the other ones who purport to have caught undeniable proof of the existence of ghosts are for entertainment purposes.
But this is not to say that they have not caught undeniable proof because I'm sure they have.
I'm sure they caught something.
Absolutely. Not all of it can be faked.
Maybe all of it can.
They get this little blip.
Kind of hard to build a profitable show around a millisecond of blip.
Yes. Also.
Yes. Right.
I mean, you need more to hook an audience.
And that show's been going on for like 25 years.
It's just...
Yeah, yeah.
It's insane.
Tough business model, though.
Yeah. It's tough.
Well, let's go back to antiquity, way back in time.
Let me ask you a question, Scott.
Are there ghosts in the Bible?
As in, does the Bible contain passages that reference ghosts as we know them today?
I would say that there are appearances in the Bible, but largely these appearances weren't considered to be ghosts as much as they were considered to be an actual physical representation of the person that they were referring to.
So yes and no, I would say.
Okay, so through the research I've conducted, I've found that the Bible does indeed reference ghosts and familiar spirits, and it also warns people against having anything to do with them and says that they are basically evil.
Scott, what's your thought on that?
Yes, well, that all stems from certain translations, but familiar spirits are...
Another word for the Bible's demons.
So if you're talking about demons specifically, then yes, it makes sense that the Bible would be cautioning people against consorting with said demons.
So that's just specific to that.
You know what's crazy?
What's the author, Zachariah Sitchin?
Zachariah Sitchin?
Yep. When he was translated in the Sumerian text and he found mentions of like, you know...
Enki and Enlil and Marduk and all those demigods way back in the day.
Well, Marduk is mentioned in the Bible, and that's really interesting.
Yes, it's also worth noting, and this is important, that Zechariah's...
A lot of his translations were not correct, according to experts in those fields.
So I'm just going to throw that out there.
I'm not going to say which ones were and which ones weren't, because I am not an expert myself.
I have heard that.
But it has been brought to light that some of those translations are just his own add-ins to what the text actually said.
See, I was thinking about this the other day, about how we've translated all those old texts.
Oh yeah, it's like a giant game of telephone.
Yeah, it's like, how do we know what they're fucking saying, man?
Those symbols could have meant something completely different back in the day, and over generations they changed meanings, and everything's just been changed so much for so long.
That's a great point.
It's an interesting sidebar, but yes, I agree with you there.
Yeah, well, okay.
Back to Ghost.
They're old as fuck, okay?
Ghosts are old as fuck.
In fact, in October of 2021, a whopping two years ago, you remember that shit?
Two years ago.
Barely, yeah.
Barely remember that.
Well, an article was published online by the Smithsonian that said that a 3,500-year-old Babylonian tablet was found, which they think could be the earliest known depiction of a ghost.
The archaeologists think that it is part of a guide to the exercising of ghosts.
The piece is small enough to fit in the palm of a hand and has detailed instructions on how to get rid of all those pesky ghosts that linger around.
The directions call for the person to make a pair of figurines, one man and one woman.
Then they are to make two vessels of beer.
And at sunrise, they need to speak some ritualistic words that call on the Mesopotamian god, Shamash, to take those unwanted ghosts to the underworld.
Simple as that.
Easy enough.
And Irving Finkel, a curator at the London Museum where the item is housed, says that whoever created the piece was a master craftsman who knew his shit, and that the tablet was most likely kept in a magician's library or in a temple, giving it great importance.
But at any rate, the belief in ghosts is deeply rooted in every culture all throughout the world, all throughout time, from the ancient Sumerians, to the Romans, to the Greeks, to the Mongolians, to the Akkadians, to the Sardom of Russia, to the Olmec, to the Maya, to the Inca, to their aboriginal peoples in Australia,
to literally every fucking geographical location all over the earth from the beginning of human thought to present day.
Ghosts, in their many forms, exist in literally every culture.
And that is...
So what does that say?
That is exactly my point.
That what if ghosts exist simply because we believe that they do?
And that's a point that I'll keep coming back to because our ability to make something so is so strong in our world that if we put effort into something, largely, like much of the time, we can manifest that thing that we're putting effort into.
And that's been proven time and time again.
So I'll just keep coming back to that.
I'm going to keep coming back to that.
Yeah. Yeah, like the tulpa.
It's a concept originally from the Tibetan Buddhism, found in later traditions of mysticism and the paranormal of a materialized being or thought form, typically in human form.
It's created through spiritual practice and intense concentration.
So what do you think about that?
You think it into existence.
That's exactly what I'm saying.
You create a tulpa.
That's exactly what I'm saying.
And that's a real thing, like you said.
It stems from Tibetan Buddhism.
And there are some really crazy stories, man.
Yeah, let's not get into tulpas because I can go on for...
So yeah, now let's begin with a couple of the earlier instances of famous historians writing about ghosts in antiquity.
The Roman author and statesman Pliny the Younger recorded one of the first notable accounts of ghosts in one of his early letters during the first century AD.
He wrote of a specter of a man.
With a long, scraggly beard who rattled chains and was actively haunting an old house in Athens, Greece.
He said that the house was large and spacious and was in a great location, yet the house wasn't occupied by anyone and nobody would dare to live inside of it.
The locals all said that the house was haunted and that the rattling of chains could be heard as well as the sounds of metal striking metal.
He wrote that some of the locals would investigate the sounds from time to time.
And once they ventured inside the house, they'd be met with the apparition of an old man with a long ruffled white beard, empty sockets for eyes, heavy chains latched around his ankles and wrists.
Wow. That would be quite the bold description.
I mean, walking in and seeing that, multiple people are reporting that.
Yeah. Interesting.
As it came to be.
The original owner of the house could not stand the ghost incessant noise, which is understandable, and put the home up for sale at a much lower price than it was worth.
Then, one day, a Stoic philosopher named Athenodorus Canaanites made a visit to Athens and had randomly stumbled upon an announcement about the sale of the house.
So Athenodorus is looking at the property listing and saw that nobody was putting up an offer, which he thought was really strange considering how nice and cheap it was.
He became a little intrigued and began to ask the locals what was up.
They'd tell him that the place was extremely haunted which only made the Stoic more interested and he would go on to purchase the property.
Athenodorus immediately put up his little writing space at the front of the house and upon nightfall, he lit his oil lamp and began to write.
At some point during the night, as the man was riding away, he began to hear the faint sounds of the rattling of chains.
He refrained from pausing his work to look around for the source of the noise, basically pretending that he wasn't interested in what the ghost was doing.
And I think we've all been there, right?
Right, you lying in bed, about trying to sleep?
Yeah. I think we've all been there.
Yeah. You just, yeah, you're like, this is not, you're like, this is not happening.
This is not happening.
Anyway, Athenodorus ignored the ghost and kept writing, but the ghost became more incessant with his chain rattling, trying to get the man's attention.
Finally, once the noise was basically right in front of him, he looked up and saw the old man specter with chains.
The ghost looked at him and raised his finger at him, but rather than react in a fearful way...
The old stoic simply raised his hand and gestured for the ghost to wait while he finished his writings.
It's said that the ghost respected his wishes and patiently waited.
When he was done, he returned his gaze to the ghost, who then beckoned him to follow him.
The stoic stood and grabbed his oil lamp and followed the ghost outside to the yard.
At some point, the ghost quickly faded away, and Athenodorus then put a marker where he last saw the ghost with a pile of grass and leaves, then retired for the night.
The next day he awoke early and sought some assistance from the locals to excavate the grounds, which they did.
And there they'd find the buried skeleton of a man bound in chains who was apparently tortured to death.
Upon the finding, the skeleton was removed from the location and given a righteous burial.
And from that day forward, the house was free from hauntings.
Ooh, I love that.
I just love how that lands.
I know, it's good.
I mean, they have this proof of concept, right?
All these people are reporting this specific circumstance.
They dig in underneath, and they find the circumstance has been there all along, like this thing that people have been seeing.
Can you imagine?
I think that's wonderful.
Can you imagine?
Remember when we talked about that Afghanistan, the Afghanistan ghosts, and they were basically on just a field of bones?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
That was a long time ago, but yeah, I remember that.
They were digging trenches, finding bones, and then all that weird ghost shit started happening.
Oh yeah.
Alright, so, what do you say we head to the Middle Ages, down there in medieval Europe, which is said to have lasted from the 5th to the 15th century AD, one of the best periods of time to be alive.
That's quite a claim, man.
Yeah. Plague.
Let's go back to those times.
Yeah, dude.
People are dying of consumption.
Yeah, and dancing.
Dancing to their deaths.
It would be during this time that the peoples would basically separate two different types of ghosts.
One type were the souls of the dead, who were said to have a purpose for returning to the realm of the living.
And the other type were demons.
The dastardly demons were said to have one purpose, to torment and tempt the living.
The only way to tell the two apart was to demand to know their overall intent with the name of Jesus Christ.
And you know what they say?
Don't fuck up with the Jesus.
Is that from the Big Lebowski you're talking about?
Yes. Yes.
Classic. Classic film.
Man, he played that part so well, too.
I loved that part.
Shut the fuck up, Donnie!
Poor Donnie, dude.
Poor Donnie.
Great character.
I love that guy.
Anyways. During those times, it was generally believed that most ghosts were souls that were trapped in purgatory, which was or is a stopping point for souls after physical death.
It was or is a process of purification before the final judgment.
It's said that the penance the souls would receive was more or less related to the sins that they committed in life.
The ghost of a man was condemned to bite off bits of his own tongue to chew on and swallow for an unspecified amount of time, which time, as we all know, is just a man-made construct, right?
Yeah, I mean, like the original Moonlight.
Events are happening and progressing all around us, but time is our human designation that we've assigned to it.
Now that we're vagina deep in the Middle Ages, I'll recount the story of a poor old laborer in Revolche.
Rival. How do you say that?
Rival? Rival?
I would guess rival.
Rival? In Rival, England, who was walking back to the town which he lived with a fat sack of beans upon his back after his horse became injured and wasn't able to hold the weight.
The man had been walking for some great deal of distance before coming to a horse that was standing on his hind hooves while holding the front hooves up in the air.
The man was frightened and begged the horse to do him no harm.
And when the man spoke, these wincing words, the horse transformed into a pile of hay with some sort of light emanating from the center.
The man was absolutely shocked, and he cried out to God to keep such evil away from him and his beings.
And at that moment, the pile of hay then transformed into the ghostly shape of a man.
The ghost itself wasn't frightening.
It was actually...
Very kind, and it spoke to the man.
It even asked if he could carry the weight of the beans instead of the laborer, and the laborer was more than pleased.
From there, the ghost carried the beans for the man all the way to a distant stream, all the while conversing with the man about everyday problems like the potholes in the roads, and the rising taxes, and the financial system, and the tyrannical government conducting unconstitutional surveillance within factions that worship Moloch while sacrificing children for their adrenochrome.
And they're saturated blood.
Common things.
I don't know about that last part.
I'm gonna be honest.
Don't know about that last part, but I was with ya until the adrenochrome.
We'll skip it.
We'll skip that last part.
Alright. So once they reached the stream, the ghost told the man it could not pass over it.
And right then, the man was shocked upon realizing that the sack of beans was again on his own back.
And the ghost was gone.
Ooh! The beans!
I love it.
I love it.
I think that's great.
You gotta have the beans in the story, otherwise there's nothing there.
There's no character there.
No, I feel like the beans are like the cornerstone of that tale.
Yes, that is the cornerstone of that tale.
Spooky stuff though, right?
Absolutely. Very spooky, very spooky.
Alright, so this next one comes to us from a tiny village which is settled in the region of Ornay in Normandy, France.
This story is pretty wild, and in contextual imagery reminds me of a Hieronymus Bosch painting.
Oh, sweet.
I love me some Hieronymus.
Let's get into this story which comes to us from an 11th to 12th century Benedictine monk named Orderic Vitalis.
Orderic was a chronicler and a friend of another priest named Wackelin.
Waka-waka-what?
Wackelin? Yeah.
I'm unsure of his first name.
Could have been Christopher, but who knows?
Oh yeah, Christopher Walkolin.
I bet.
Yeah, probably was, man.
So, where Derek would chronicle the life of his friend Walkolin, and the story we're about to go over is widely thought to be the first European ghost story that was ever written down.
And survived to tell about.
In the small village of Bonneville, Priest Walkeland would serve the people through the church of Saint Aubin of Anjou.
He was a busy priest with much to do and many confessions to take.
Not only that, he was the go-to guy for anything, literally anything.
Oh, kind of like Carl over on 43rd, that homeless dude.
Yeah, yes.
So he's got like seven or eight of those old school TVs.
You're like, damn, how do you even bring those things along with you every day?
Where does he get them?
So heavy.
Yeah, dude.
And that stash of Pokemon cards he has, he's got all sorts of random shit.
Bro, I was over there like two weeks ago, and he had like a 40-gallon fish tank.
Full of fish, no less.
Like, dead fish?
No, dude.
No, it was a fully functioning, I'm talking saltwater tank, right?
So you got the tank on the top.
Had a tank on the bottom.
Working pump, he had it hooked up to like a car battery or something.
Damn! There had to be at least six or seven different kinds of coral in there.
I mean, he said he started them all from like little polyps, you know, and then they expanded in his tank.
He like snuck them in from, I don't even know when, because I mean, they were fully mature coral.
And then there's, like, little sea fish, like, swimming in and out, and there's, like, pirate ships, and, you know, those wavy plants that don't look like they're real, but they're actually real, and then, I mean, of course there was the sucker fish, right?
Everyone's got a sucker fish in the tank.
Just paste it up right there, and I'm like, oof!
I don't get it.
What's up with this guy, man?
Where does he get this stuff?
Yeah, I don't know.
I don't know where he gets all that.
He just sits all this stuff up on the 43rd corner, and he just, where does he get it?
How does he transport it?
It astounds me.
It astounds me, dude.
But yeah, he's got it going on over there, man.
Everything you'd ever need.
He's got the full setup.
Yeah. He's got warm, old English 40s, vaccine passports, cat litter.
I don't get it.
I mean, good for him, though.
It seems to be going well for him.
So, in the month of January, in the wonderful year of 1091...
Priest Walkelin was summoned from his post at the church to make a short visit with a sickly man who happened to live at the furthest end of the parish that the priest served.
The visit, it went well.
Nothing was much cause of alarm.
And Priest Walkelin began his walk again and headed back home in the darkness.
In the vast expanse of distance between the sickly man's house and his own was completely uninhabited by man.
But the priest wasn't afraid of anything.
This dude battled demons in hand-to-hand combat.
He was into some shit.
Today, he would be considered the Randy Savage of priesthood, bro.
Macho man, Randy Savage.
Oh, yeah!
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold.
Don't buy any unripe bananas.
Yeah, because you won't live to eat them.
Oh, my God, that's a great one.
Randy Savage, dude.
I'm the Tower of Power, too sweet to be sour.
He's a sister and writes poetry, man.
That dude was the shit.
Oh, he was a poet of our time, for sure.
Fuck yeah.
Absolutely. Yeah.
Well, this guy, Walklin, he feared nothing, man.
And as he was walking along, he suddenly heard the tremendous sounds of a stampede coming from the darkness.
He instantly equated the sounds to be coming from the army of Robert de Bellamy, who he quickly thought were on their way.
To attack the castle, of course.
Robert de Balamy, though, was said to be known for his brutality, and where Derek Fatalis would actually write in great length about Robert, including the following.
Grasping and cruel, an implacable persecutor of the church of God and the poor, unequaled for his iniquity in the whole Christian era, as well as the tyrant who had disturbed the land and was preparing to add still worse crimes to his many offenses of plundering and burning.
It is said, That Robert de Bellamy was the inspiration for the legend of Robert the Devil, which is about a Norman knight that finds out that he is the son of Satan.
Upon finding out that he's the spawn of Satan, he decided that he'd live up to the name and lived a life of adulterous sin.
But not all was lost, and he would eventually repent and essentially be born again.
So Priest Walkenland took pause in his stride when he heard the thunderous sounds approaching him.
Not wanting to be confronted by a potentially dangerous and threatening army, he quickly sought out some shelter to hide behind as they passed.
With the aid of moonlight, he spotted a small group of trees out in a field and wasted no time in scurrying over to them.
But before he could reach the trees, an enormous man, as in a giant, in every sense of the word, who was armed with an equally large club, suddenly shouted for him to stop where he was.
The priest, who was never afraid of a thing under the sun, instantly found himself shaking uncontrollably.
The giant man stood next to the small priest who stood in silence, and the two waited as the rumbling troops passed by.
Walkenland watched as a very large number of people began to pass by who were all carrying all sorts of items upon their heads.
We're talking furniture, stacks of clothes, animals such as sheep, and other ridiculous things that people don't generally carry on their heads.
It was described as if hundreds of robbers were in the process of pillaging a village.
Walkerland's eyes lit up when he realized that many of the passing troops happened to resemble those of his neighbors and friends that had recently died.
He also realized that as they passed, they gave out shouts of the most excruciating suffering as they were being tormented for all of the sins they committed.
Once they all passed by...
They were followed by a number of corpse bearers for the occasion, who the giant then joined as they marched away.
There were said to be as many as 50 beers, each of which was carried by two bearers.
Bosters. Australian for beers.
Bro, bosters is gross, man.
Australians don't even like it.
I know, they're like pissed that it's associated with them because it's kind of nasty.
Yeah, and guess what?
What? It was created by two Americans who moved to Melbourne from New York in 1886.
It wasn't even brewed in Australia.
It's brewed in a number of other countries, but not in Australia.
And the company isn't even owned by Americans or Australians.
It's owned by the Japanese brewing group Asahi Group Holdings.
Oh no!
Is that ridiculous?
I actually didn't know that, so my mind is blown.
And full confession here, I'm just going to set the record straight.
I totally used to drink Foster's back in the day because it's cheap and you get a lot of it.
In those big cans, right?
They always had the bigger cans.
Exactly. You just get those massive cans.
It just tasted like garbage.
Oh, right.
At least I'm...
I know.
It wasn't...
It just...
Yeah. Yeah.
It wasn't good at all.
Anyway, dude.
A BIA, in this case, is basically a coffin or a movable platform that dead bodies are carried on to be cremated or buried.
But on top of all these BIAs...
We're groups.
Just overflowing groups of little persons.
And all these little persons were described as having smaller bodies while their heads were as large as barrels.
That's a quote.
Imagine that.
What were they looking at?
I just like...
No, I can't imagine that.
Just imagine that.
This just sounds ridiculous.
And then, Priest Walkelin noticed...
Two Ethiopians carrying an immense trunk of a tree, to which a poor wretch was rudely bound, who in his tortures filled the air with fearful cries of anguish.
For a horrible demon sat on the same trunk and goaded his loins and back with red-hot spurs until the blood streamed from them.
Then, Wakolin realized that the poor wretch was the assassin of a fellow priest two years earlier, a man named Steve.
Oh, Steve.
Steve. Yeah, I remember that guy.
I guess the name he's generally known by is Stephen the Priest.
But, you know, the homies called him Steve.
Oh, they totally called him Steve back then.
So after Steve passed by, along came a crowd of women that seemed to never end.
Just waves of women.
But they were riding on horses in female fashion.
That's a quote.
Whatever that's supposed to mean.
But they were seated in saddles that were lined with red-hot nails that stuck into their bare buttocks and lady parts.
Priest Walkelin watched on with some degree of primal interest and some degree of godly shame, but he had watched as the horses trotted, which caused the women to raise from the saddles and fall back into the nail.
What was going on here?
I don't have any frame of reference.
This is crazy.
We'll get to it.
As the tortured women rode by in agony, Amidst the cries, they would shout out, Whoa!
Whoa! And were hence forthcoming with their many confessions for their sinful transgressions committed while alive among men.
In this group of wailing women, Walkelin recognized more than a few noble ladies.
He also witnessed that the donkeys and mules that they had with them held the quote-unquote women's litters of others who were still alive.
So I think that means...
They're talking these women were adulterous.
They had babies out of wedlock with other men.
And so on these donkeys and mules were all these...
What were they calling back then?
Bastards. Bastards, yeah.
The unwanted.
Bastard children, yeah.
So I think that's what that's talking about.
This is terrible.
And by this point, Priest Walkelin is dug in.
He's entrenched.
He is fixated on this procession and can't wait to see what comes next.
Just like you.
You ready to see what comes next?
Let's see it.
The next group that came by consisted of a number of monks and clergy, with their judges and their rulers, and the abbots and bishops carried croziers in their hands.
Croziers, by the way, are a type of staff with a curled top.
The bishops and clergy all wore black capes, while all of the monks and abbots wore black coals.
All of the men gave out grotesque and sickening moans and groans.
Some even called out to Priest Walkelin by name, begging him to pray for them.
In the mix of all these tormented souls on their way to judgment, the priest would report that he saw a few of these men who were highly esteemed and who, in human estimation, were now associated with the saints in heaven.
The priest, now desperately in need of some new undergarments, stood shaking as he leaned on his staff and continued to watch in horror.
immediately following the rest of the procession was an immense army that had no visible color only total blackness and fiery flames the entire invisible army was mounted upon the greatest war horses they had the sarah jessica
parker war horse
Shut the hell up, dude.
The greatest warhorse.
The Sarah Jessica Parker warhorse.
Yeah. Every warrior and every horse was fully armed and ready for battle to end all battles, and they carried with them black banners that flew loose in the south and southeast winds.
Then he saw Richard and Baldwin, the two sons of Count Gilbert, who had recently died.
And then came along a viscount and lawyer, Landry of Orbeck, the same Landry of Orbeck that had attacked poor old priest Walklin at an earlier date.
He had also accepted bribes for his own pleasure and perverted justice for his own gain, and he shunned the poor.
Landry was lamenting and excruciating patience.
And the message read...
Okay, listen, honey.
It was me that killed the family dog after it took a dump in my favorite shoe.
And I know, I know.
I get how much Bobby truly loved that dog.
It was a wonderful dog.
Really great dog to have around.
Very great dog.
And Bobby loved it.
I mean, he loved it more than anything.
Even us.
But us.
It's the cycle of life and death.
And that dog provided us a family of three with an amazing meal consisting of a relatively high protein content when compared to that of the last four house cats that we had.
I mean, did he not, Ethel Dreda?
Did he not?
Also, honey, honey, baby, hey, hey.
Remember to record that ball game on Saturday?
It's gonna be the biggest game of the millennia.
Mark my words.
Wow, man.
That's obviously a very, very important message to get to the wife, man.
Doubtful she ever got it, though, but you never know.
I mean, yeah, he really covered the basics there.
Just hope the ballgame is recorded.
Writing it down as it happens.
Yeah, just etched.
Just like a Rembrandt-style set of paintings.
That would be great.
Rembrandt? Dude, that would be sweet.
I liked renditions of all the old artists, dude.
Yeah. Some Bonachellis.
Totally. So as the troops marched on, pushing Landry forward, one of the troops said to the priest, Believe not, Landry, for he is a deceiver.
Once the troops and all things passed, the priest began to reflect on what he had just witnessed, and said within his mind's eye, Doubtless these are Hennikin's people.
I've often heard of their being seen, but I laughed at the stories, having never had any certain proofs of such things.
Now, indeed, I assuredly behold the ghosts of the departed, but no one will believe me when I tell the tale unless I can exhibit the mortal eyes, some tangible proof of what I have seen.
I will therefore mount one of the horses which was following the troop without any riders, and will take it home and show it to my neighbors to convince them that I do speak the truth.
Yeah, fair enough.
Yeah, fair enough.
And then he set out to capture one of the steeds at the back of the procession and was able to snatch the reins of a black steed, but the beastly animal was easily able to violently burst away from his grip and disappeared back into the troops.
Walker Lynn grew upset at his failure, but was quick to bounce back and devise a simple plan to run ahead and position himself in the middle of the path and wait for a horse to trot by.
And soon enough, a horse came trotting by, and the priest put out his hand.
The horse came up to him and allowed him to mount.
At the same time of mounting, the horse gave off a horrendous snorting, and from those big-ass nostrils came clouds of vapor as large as full-grown oak.
Quickly, the priest put his left foot into the stirrup and grabbed onto the reins, and as he grabbed onto the saddle, he instantly felt that his foot was on fire.
He looked over and sure enough, his foot was resting in red-hot iron.
Simultaneously, the hand that he held the bridle with was totally frozen, which he felt deep in his vitals.
And in the midst of all that shit going on, four monstrous knights rode up to him, muttering detestable cries and shouts.
They weren't happy that the priests had commandeered one of their horses, and three of the four grabbed his garbs.
The fourth one...
Told the rest to let him go because he also had a message he wanted the priest to give to his own wife.
When the priest asked him who he was, the knight responded that he was.
I am William de Gloss, son of Barno, and was once the renowned steward of William de Bretel, and his father William, Earl of Hereford.
While in the world I abandoned myself to evil deeds and plunder, was guilty of more crimes than can be recounted.
But above all, I am tormented for my usuries.
I once lent money to a poor man and received a security mill which belonged to him.
As he was not able to discharge the debt, I kept the mortgage property and left it to my heirs, disinheriting my debtor's family.
You see that I have in my mouth a bar of hot iron from the mill, the weight of which I feel to be more oppressive than the Tower of Red.
Tell, therefore, my wife Beatrice and my son Roger to afford me relief by speedily restoring to their right heir the pledge from which they have received more than I advanced.
Man, you just don't get ghosts like that anymore.
That ghost, like, found such a...
just, like, a congenial way of being cold.
He, like, just talked about this stuff that he had done, but he was just like...
Sounded like your buddy, like fresh back, catching a wave right in the barrel on a great California afternoon.
Like, damn.
It's hard not to like him.
Seriously. It seems nowadays all you get are ghosts who want to throw things at you and tell you to get out.
I mean, we have been around for a while.
The ghosts probably just are like, get the hell out of here, man.
This is my house.
We don't belong here.
This is my house way before it was your house.
Exactly. So Priest Walklin replied that he wouldn't be able to accomplish such a feat because he didn't know who William de Glasse or his family or his wife was.
And even if he were able to track down his wife, she'd just laugh hysterics at him.
And he didn't want that, of all things.
The Phantom Night persisted until the priest conceded.
Then, the priest changed his mind because he started to think about the implications of a priest conveying a message of a damned spirit to a living soul.
It's not right to publish such things.
I will on no account tell anyone what you require of me.
And that really pissed the already angry knight off.
In fact, the knight was so pissed that he grabbed the priest by the throat and dragged him along the hard ground all the while crying out in nightmarish whimpers and whines.
And the priest felt the hand around his throat return like fire.
And in an instant he cried out, saying...
Help me, Holy Mary, the glorious Mother of Christ.
The priest's cries for help did not fall upon deaf ears, for a friendly horseman rode up to them and brandished a large sword over the knight's head and exclaimed in a very manly fashion.
He said, Will ye kill my brother, ye accursed ones?
Loose him and be gone.
Wow! Get this man an acting gig immediately!
In due time, the knights all took off with their tails between their legs, leaving a trickle of urine as they went.
And once the priest and the horsemen were alone, the horsemen said to him, Do you not know me?
The priest shook his head, saying no.
I am Robert, son of Ralph LeBlond, and your brother.
Priest Walkelin was completely taken aback, confused, and rather astonished at this insane series of events that just unfolded before his eyes.
That's when the horseman, who, in this part of the story, is now referred to as a knight, related a number of intimate things that both had done in their childhood together.
The priest continued to act dumb and said that he had no recollection of anything he was being told.
Then the knight told him that it was he that raised Priest Walklin after his parents had died and that it was he who loved him more than anyone else.
He told him that he sent him to school in France and gave him money and clothes and everything he needed to have a slight advantage in life.
He told the priest that he did everything he could to benefit him in every way possible.
Then he told the priest that he seemed to have forgotten all of the nice things that were done for him.
And now, at this time, he is purposefully refusing to admit that he recognizes who this horseman knight is.
After a long and awkward pause that only such a situation would afford, the priest began to burst into explosions and rivers of tears and admitted that he was lying about not recognizing him.
At that point, the brother then said, You deserve to die and stuff, and to be dragged with us to partake of the torments we suffer because, like, you've ravishly laid hands on things which belong to our reprobate crew,
and that's not very cool.
It's so uncool that no other living man has, like, ever dared to make such an attempt.
But the mass that you sang today, earlier, not sure if you remember that, but it has saved you from perishing, and also has permitted me thus to appear to you, and to, like, unfold to you my wretched condition and stuff.
So the horseman knight brother of the priest continued to tell him about having to leave poor old Walkland because he needed to travel to England, and during those travels he had committed many sins.
Oh boy, man, many, many sins.
And he said that...
By the Creator's order, his life was ended, and has since had to undergo the most intense and unending suffering for those sins, sins of which consisted of hours and hours, days in, days out, of nothing but dry-ass masturbation.
Just laying tread on the palms, you know?
Just crazy palm blisters.
Just, like, insane.
His brother continued to speak about all the sufferings he had to endure for many years.
He spoke of...
Flaming armor.
Infernal stench?
Intolerable weight?
Scorches us?
Inextinguishable? You know what I mean?
The priest, of course, did not know.
And the horseman continued.
I have been tormented with unutterable sufferings, man.
But when you were ordained and sang your first mass, my beautiful brother, your father Ralph was like, released from purgatory or whatever, and the unnecessary weight of that stupid shield I had to carry finally fell from my arm.
I still carry this stupid sword, but I mean, I'm pretty confident that by the end of the year, I will be super relieved of that burden as well and stuff.
Poor dude.
Well, he continued to talk about his sufferings and mentioned a mass of bloody gore that was in the shape of a man's head, which was entangled within the spurs of his boots.
He explained that he used to enjoy the spurs that were once shiny, but due to all of the people he murdered, he now had to carry this bloody mass, which weighed him down more than if he were carrying Mount St. Michael.
He also had to explain that it wasn't really blood after all, but it was actually fire.
His final words to the priest were the following.
I'm, like, not permitted, my brother, to converse any longer with you, for I must hasten to follow this unhappy troop here.
Let me tell you, they're unhappy, and it's a real drag.
But alas, remember me.
I pray you.
And give me the sucker of your prayers and alms and stuff.
Because in one year after Palm Sunday, I trust to be saved.
Man, and with those remarkable words, the horseman knight and brother of the priest trotted off back toward the troops.
Immediately afterward, the priest became seriously ill for an entire week with God knows what, but he would recover soon enough.
He would go on to live in good health for almost 15 long years after that incident before succumbing to death.
And that...
It's the end of the story.
And I think for the episode.
Man! That last story, dude.
Like, could you imagine being part of all that?
I would hope that I'm seeing it and not part of it.
You know, not part of that procession.
Yeah, like actually being included.
I'd be like, oh, I do not want to be a part of this.
Being like Walkland's position, watching it.
I'd be like, damn, man.
Shouldn't have fucked around, brother.
Christoph Walkelin.
Yeah, Christoph Walkelin.
Oh, man.
Yeah, I love these stories, man.
They're pretty great.
Pretty great.
Well, a lot of them are...
I mean, they're no different.
I mean, what's interesting about it is they're really not that much different from the stories that people tell today.
And this is hundreds of years later.
Thousands. Thousands of years later.
It's crazy.
Historical ghost stories, like the main...
The crux of these stories have just been passed down through the years, and not much has changed, so it's pretty interesting.
Yeah, I think so.
Pretty interesting, man.
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