New from Cursed Media — The Spectral Voyager II: Timeslip Radio, Chapter One: The Vertical Plane
Brad Abrahams and Jake Rakitansky introduce Season Two of "The Spectral Voyager," focusing on the 1984 Doddleston phenomenon where Ken Webster received messages from 16th-century Thomas Harden via a BBC Microcomputer. The hosts detail Lucas's arrest by Sheriff Foulshurst, the tragic execution of his page Catherine, and the arrival of a cryptic future entity named "2109." While skeptics cite missing floppy disks and linguistic inconsistencies as proof of a hoax, the lack of a confession and Peter Trinder's authenticated dialect leave the case unresolved. Ultimately, this unexplained intersection of history and technology sets the stage for upcoming investigations into trans-temporal communications across Europe. [Automatically generated summary]
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Messages From Another Century00:05:18
Dearest listener, Jake and Brad here.
We are proud to present to you the first episode of season two of the Spectral Voyager Time Slip Radio.
This is a six part mini series about messages that showed up on old technology from people in places that don't track with our current understanding of time.
We talk to scientists, paranormal investigators, and eventually I will be lowered into a time cave.
Hear the rest on Cursed Media.
That's cursedmedia.net.
See you on the other side.
This is the first thing I have understood.
Time is the echo of an axe within a wood.
We heard
you clamoring for a counterweight to the daily hellscape, for an hour-long respite to let your mind break from its confines, a means to push past the melt and the slop.
For The Spectral Voyager, Season 2.
We wanted to try something different this time around.
Instead of a new story or topic every episode, we're going to deep dive into one specific phenomena and the strange, inexplicable stories surrounding it.
Jake, have you ever seen The Lake House from 2006?
I have, and it was bad.
Yes, it is truly terrible.
But beneath the softly lit, schmaltzy mainstream romance is an esoteric, paranormal tale.
You see, the plot involves Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock communicating with each other across different times, separated by two years.
And this time crossed romance blossoms via trans temporal letters passed through a mailbox.
While the film never gets into the how of it, it's an unlikely example of the subject of our new series Instrumental Trans Communication.
I'm Brad Abrahams.
And I'm Jake Rakitansky.
And this is the Spectral Voyager Season 2 Time Slip Radio.
What if what we think of as contact from the dead, from ghosts and spirits, were really living people or consciousnesses reaching out across time?
That's the question at the center of the ITC paradox.
What if ghosts were really time travelers?
It's a phenomenon where people receive messages, mostly through electronic devices, from people that should not exist in the present time.
The devices can be old computers, tape recorders, radios, televisions tuned to dead channels, or telephones that aren't plugged in.
The senders claim to be from another decade or century, or from the future, or from somewhere they can't quite describe.
Some say they're dead, others insist they aren't.
One entity in particular called itself the technician and said it had never been human at all.
Something avid listeners know from the previous season is that I'm not a ghost guy.
Unlike Jake, whose entire personality is Ghostbusters, out of everything paranormal, supposed hauntings have just never captured my imagination.
That's why ITC interests us both so much.
It's got time slips and time loops, retrocausation, non local consciousness, and obsolete technology.
And there may even be some sort of scientific mechanism behind it.
I'll also admit that the question of whether the people who've passed are still out there, whether they might be reachable, has felt a lot less academic to me lately after losing someone near and dear to me.
The nature of the evidence here is also different from almost anything else in the world of PSI.
We're talking type messages on floppy disks, recorded voices on tape that audio engineers can't totally account for.
And phone calls that the phone company confirmed never occurred.
And in a cottage in the English countryside, a schoolteacher borrowed a BBC microcomputer from his school, left it running in his kitchen, and came back to find messages from someone claiming to live in that same house, but from a far different time.
It's with this story where we begin today.
But before we get into it, we're going to ask something of you all.
Our listeners are a skeptical lot, with finely honed critical thinking skills and fortified defenses against the fringe.
This is almost always a good thing.
But for this series, we want you to loosen the grip a little.
Let yourself stew in something strange and wondrous for an hour each week, without reaching for comforting explanations.
If even that is asking too much, then just think of it as good storytelling, which is how we're approaching this whole season.
The Guitar Player's Power Struggle00:03:12
We will, however, make this one promise the only person mentioning anything quantum will be an eminently credentialed quantum engineer.
The vertical plane.
In northwest England, in the county of Cheshire, you'll find the city of Chester, one of the last English cities to be conquered by the Normans during their crusade in the 1000s.
It is also the town that houses a tiny cottage where a high school economics teacher made contact with a series of people from another time, at least according to him and about a dozen other witnesses.
The vertical plane, first published by Ken Webster in 1989, begins like a ghost story, except Ken would assure you that a poltergeist was the least of their problems.
Our tale begins at Meadow Cottage in Doddleston near Chester.
Ken and his girlfriend, Debbie, have been living at the cottage together, slowly grinding through some serious renovations, both physical and emotional.
And the way Ken talks about these renovations, it's like he's going to war.
Yes.
I've never heard someone so put upon by some cottage renovations.
Yeah, he is in a constant power struggle with the house itself in so many ways ways that are very obvious, like in this dimension, and ways that are obviously not.
Ken opens the story somewhat anxious and depressed.
It seems as if his relationship has hit that bizarre plateau period where neither person is ready to break up nor get hitched, and so you end up skating around at all by encouraging each other's hobbies.
A friend, Nicola Bagulli, or Nick as she's called, arrives for a stay at the cottage.
She'll help them decorate.
The atmosphere in the cabin seems chill enough.
There's a room where some instruments are set up so that Ken and his friends have a creative space to work on their electronic music.
If only we were able to find the tunes.
I know.
I searched far and wide.
This reminded me exactly like my senior year of college.
Including the relationship plateau?
Ummm.
No, that was different.
I was haunted by a different kind of ghost for that.
Another story for another time.
The first strange thing to happen was footprints appearing on the walls in late August or September of 1984.
They were sideways on the wall, traipsing between the kitchen and the bathroom, like someone following some unseen MC Escher staircase.
The cabin's inhabitants immediately suspect a rowdy guitar player friend who has access to the cottage via the backroom music studio, but the shoe size seems too small.
A size 5, they estimate.
They figure it's a prank, and since they're painting over the walls, anyways, no harm, no foul.
It's when the footprints reappear the next day in a slightly different position that Ken, Debbie, and Nick get a little freaked out.
Ken claims the footprints were six toed and consisted entirely of dust from the creaky wooden floor.
A couple of days later, after a grocery haul had been left to sort in the morning, the group awoke to find all of the cat food tins stacked neatly in a pyramid on the countertop.
Once again, the guitar player, John, is blamed, as someone in the group points out that he has a weird sense of humor.
Is John the Julian of the group?
Yeah, he's like, they call him like the lazy guitar player.
But I mean, if it is John that is, you know, if he's behind this hoax, it's not lazy at all.
Cat Food Pyramids and Text Games00:09:56
In fact, he probably worked as much as any undergrad, you know, studying, you know.
The stacking continues the next day, this time piling together a much more chaotic assortment of perishables and non two bottles of lemonade, a bag of dried cat food, and a dinner roll.
Something about the preciseness of the stacking.
And the randomness of objects made a feeling of general unease begin to creep through the house.
Everyone was jumpy at night now, with both Ken and Deb swearing they'd been awoken by shadows lingering in a corner, only to turn on the lights and find that nobody was there.
As autumn turned to winter, a feeling of restlessness permeated the quaint cottage.
It did not have a lot of square footage, and so having three people living there simultaneously wasn't without its cons.
Nick was going stir crazy.
She had quit her teaching job towards the end of the summer in the hopes of being an actor, and was always keen to pitch or brainstorm her latest sketch idea.
Ken admits it is for this reason he rented one of the eight BBC microcomputers from his school library, so Nick could have a place to save her sketches and scripts, and Ken could remain low energy, unbothered.
These microcomputers looked so cool.
Like, I think they were some of the first PCs that you could have at home.
Yeah, I watched a couple commercials for them.
And Ken's plan worked.
Once he showed Nick how to boot up Edward and save her files to a floppy disk, if you remember those, she was off to the races.
She began going down the alphabet, saving her sketches to corresponding letters, and so on and so forth.
One night, in December of 84, the group comes back from spending a weekend with their good friends Dave Lovell and his wife.
Ken notices that the BBC microcomputer has been left on.
As he scrolls through the floppy index, he sees a bunch of Nick's single letter files, a colleague's timetabling outlines it was a borrowed floppy, and a new file, named strangely KDN.
Ken opened it.
Ken, Deb, Nick, true are the nightmares of a person that fears.
Safe are the bodies of the silent world.
Turn, pretty flower, turn towards the sun, for you shall grow and sow.
But the flower reaches too high and withers in the burning light.
Get out your bricks.
Pussycat, pussycat, went to London to seek fame and fortune.
Faith must not be lost.
For this shall be your redeemer.
So, this poem, it's like kind of creepy, but also just like a bad poem, too.
And I'm not sure in which direction I weighed it more in.
But it's like, if I got this, like if this showed up on my computer, I would definitely be creeped out.
But it also seems like, you know, it's like a high schooler's first attempt at poetry.
Right.
The pussycat, pussycat went to London.
I'd be like, okay, which of you bozos is up to this?
In chapter two of his book, Ken records his initial feelings after reading the message.
A shiver ran down my spine that threatened to shake my feet.
I caught the first two lines and read and reread them.
The rest I didn't seem to see in those first seconds.
It was obviously to us.
It was appalling.
I felt bad.
It's not until a couple of months later, in February of 1985, that Ken brings home another computer from his school's library.
Nick is back from holiday and wants to continue her sketch writing.
She's on the precipice of creating an alternate cabaret show.
Additionally, Ken is interested in drawing up a contract with a couple of the other musicians he's been jamming with.
They're going to go out to market with a couple of tunes.
And he didn't want to fight over ownership after the fact.
Yeah, he's that one friend in the band that like draws up a contract for every decision.
Gentlemen, the time has come.
Tells you a lot about him.
Debbie was looking to play some computer games to pass the time.
And I've included a couple screenshots for you, Brad.
Wow.
At the time, 1984, I mean, this was, this is, we've got a screenshot of Gremlins the Adventure.
I love the pixel art.
Yeah.
And there's, um, And it seems kind of like a sort of text adventure with images.
I've included a scene.
The text basically says, I'm in a living room, things I see, Christmas tree, sword on wall, open door, Peltzer remote control, gremlin kitchen.
What now?
Hit gremlin?
This is like one of those text games.
I mean, I mean, this is, I would have been all over this.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, there's one for Alien too?
Yeah, there's one for Alien.
So there were, when I read this in the book, I was like, what games are they playing on this thing?
And then I looked it up and there were, Quite a few, quite a few licensed IPs, you know, available to tinker around with.
Again, one Sunday afternoon, the computer was left on while the group was out puttering around town.
And when they returned, a new file appeared in the index titled Reate.
Ken quickly realized that whoever had made the file didn't quite understand how the software worked.
One need only type the letter C from Edward's menu before a clean file name would appear.
This person continued to type create as it appeared on the menu, thus naming the file as such.
That's such an interesting detail.
Yeah.
It's odd.
Uh huh.
This new message was way different than the original cryptic poem.
The spelling looked like old English, or rather, newer English before it was bastardized by Canadians and Americans like me and Brad.
We're talking circa the mid 1500s.
The message is as follows It has not been altered for the sake of this podcast.
I write on behalf of many.
What strange words you speak.
Although I must confess that I too have been badly educated.
Sometimes it seems changes are somewhat obstructive, for many a time they disturb me sleeping in my bed.
You are a worthy man who has a fanciful woman, and you live in my house.
I have no wish to alarm you, for it is only since the half-witted fool ripped apart my confines have I been tormented at nights.
I have seen many changes.
Lastly, the schoolhouse and your home.
It is a fitting place with lights which the devil makes and costly things which only my friend Edmund Gray can afford.
Or the king himself.
It was a great crime to have stolen my house.
L.W.
Well, shit.
I mean, that's pretty interesting.
Yeah, the description of lights being made by the devil, too, makes a lot of sense, I think, for someone from the 1500s.
We can discuss it more further on, but the biggest, I think, hurdle for me as I made my way through this story.
Is imagining what this entity was experiencing from their time period.
Or what this person, I guess.
Yeah.
Ken enlists the assistance of Peter Trinders, an English teacher at his school, who he said most of the other teachers at one point, quote, profoundly disagreed with.
He poured over Ken's notes excitedly in the school lunchroom one afternoon.
Charge house?
Wreathed?
Barful?
He was almost certain these were period authentic words.
After reading and rereading the original note from LW, Peter's final take?
If it is a hoax, it's a romp.
Yeah, wild romp.
See, to me, this sounds like a fun ass summer.
I can't believe nobody's made this into a movie, by the way.
All the beats are here.
It's the biggest indication of a hoax to me is that it's too well written.
A reply is drafted up by the three of them, and I believe they type the response into the same file where LW's message first appears.
In the reign of Queen Elizabeth II.
Dear L.W., thank you for your message.
We are sorry for disturbing you.
What would you like us to do?
Did you live in a house on this land in about 1620?
Do you want us to tell you more about our time?
Why write a poem?
Who is Edward Grey?
Is he related to the Egerton family?
Do you have a family?
Is the King James or Charles Stuart?
What is the charge house?
Was this village called Doddleston in your life?
And how many families lived here?
Thank you very much for your messages.
Thank you for not making us afraid.
Ken, Debbie, and John.
The next day, there was a reply.
The king, of course, he said, was Henry VIII, who was 46 years old.
The timing didn't really match up.
LW also signed his message with a year marked 1521.
Now, this was not a well known medieval idiom.
Ken was a little relieved.
It was looking like a hoax after all.
Although, I gotta say, to be fair to LW, in like the I believe that not everyone would know what year it was.
And I also think that not everybody would know how old the king is.
Sure.
Yeah, sure.
Like, if you ask me how old Donald Trump is, I don't know.
400?
I would say, like, 83.
What year is it?
I don't know.
2023.
February 16th, 1985.
Ken has purchased himself a Jaguar XJ6 coupe shortly before Christmas.
Yeah, I got to say, like, about 30% of this book is about his car.
Uh huh.
Yeah.
And about the drives he takes.
It's his second, potentially first love.
He's in town at a local mechanic shop and the damn thing won't start.
They run a heater on the engine for over an hour before getting it running and back out onto the road.
Ken describes his spirits rising as he drives back towards the cottage.
The car is feeling good, and if he was lucky, a new message from LW would be waiting.
Ken walked into the kitchen to see the BBC monitors stacked with blocks of text.
Let's fucking go.
Driving Towards the Cottage00:08:36
This was something.
LW's next message was rich with Tudor lore.
Something for everyone in the gang to sink their teeth into.
Peter had begun comparing words contained in the letters with the Oxford English Dictionary.
A misspelling here and there, but this was looking pretty damn accurate.
My goodly friend, I must needs say, how is it that there are many things of which I have no knowledge?
It seems to me that if you cannot say why you are in my house, then I can no more help you than if my wits had gone.
I have no kinsfolk I can tell you about.
My wife was taken with the pestilence, and the Lord did take her soul and her unborn son in fifteen seventeen.
My farm, it is humble, but it has a pretty parcel of land.
It has red stone footings and clean rushes on the beaten floor.
This season I have much to do.
I have to sow my barley early for my ale.
It is this that is my craft, Which I am best at, I fancy.
Also, I have to go to Nantwich to my known friend, Richard Wishell, whose farm is so great as to allow him a four year rotation of fallow.
I do so envy him.
He has much there, but nothing that delights me more than his cheese.
It cannot be equaled by any other for pleasantness of taste and wholesomeness of digestion.
My favorite detail here is the cheese.
Yes, I loved that.
It's the best cheese that he's ever tasted.
This passage goes on, by the way, for quite some time.
I mean, if you're.
Even mildly interested in this already, I would suggest reading the book because I've included maybe, I don't know, 35% of it.
There's so much that happens.
Yeah.
I'm trying to give you guys like the main beat so that we sort of can have a baseline from which to sort of jump off.
I do like that even like 400 years ago, people are worried about their tummies when they're eating cheese.
They're like, it be well known to me, this delicious food caused much disturbance.
Yeah.
But we know that this man's cheese is wholesome on the digestion.
I mean, you would seek out that kind.
What else is there?
It's like, you know, there's a lot less treats back then.
And so something like finding a cheese that didn't give you, you know, tummy troubles, I think is probably just crab apples.
I think that's their only treat.
Yeah.
And now this time in this letter, he signs his first name, Lucas.
Ken sat down at the small kitchen table where the computer happened to be set up and took in the message.
In the background, he could hear Debbie screaming with excitement.
Contact.
Whatever had been haunting their house had decided to strike up a conversation by somehow interfacing with this library computer.
Ken makes a point to mention throughout the book, throughout this entire experiment, that they were not using the same computer.
There were eight computers at the school containing the Edward chipset, and Ken said he rarely was given the same machine.
Nonetheless, messages were coming through.
So, here's the big question How?
Could Lucas somehow see Ken's computer through a kind of bizarre rip in time?
They wanted to know.
Among other questions, Ken writes that if Lucas is in the 16th century, how was he able to send messages on the computer?
According to Lucas, it is Ken and his friends that make the quote, writing machine light up.
Mine goodly friend, mayst thou tell thee for what reason art thou asking many questions for which I can nay attain?
I am confused.
The writing machine is a wonderful thing, somewhat unnatural, I fancy.
Unknown to myself it may be, but I have seen you make lights on the box and am cunning.
Yes, I know of Bristol.
My kinsfolk did come from Bridgewater and Taunton by the river Tone until they died, to make merry.
I like to be at the ale.
Yes, sometimes I use the bridge at Altford.
Your merry-making pleases me but is rather noisy at times.
Will you tell your woman to play more of the flute thing?
Yeah, so it's still kind of unclear what Lucas is seeing at this point.
It's like he's seeing a box and he's seeing that it lights up, but that's about all the info that we're given.
Yeah, as far as we know, he's not typing.
It seems that he can talk to this thing and it records his speech.
It's enough to get Debbie to urge Ken to go to the Chester Library.
And see if there are any names Lucas produced that could be matched with hard history.
Ken is having a tough time.
Debbie is way more into this than he is.
If they found something in the library, it only meant that whoever the prankster was had probably sifted through the same material.
There were some names, half connections, easily ruled out as coincidence.
In February, one of Ken's friends, a guy by the name of John Cummins, picks up the book Poltergeist, a study in destructive hauntings by Colin Wilson.
Apart from the bizarre interactions with Lucas, the stacking of food and misplaced items have continued into the year.
No one is sure whether the two are even related.
John and Debbie come up with a theory that the cottage might be constructed on crisscrossing ley lines, leading to a heavy electromagnetic disturbance, ultimately fueling the haunting.
Pretty solid theory.
Yeah.
Ken begins to discuss the matter with his students and has them spend a reasonable amount of time and effort drawing maps to search for patterns.
The economics professor at the high school is pilling all his students.
I'm telling you, this is a movie.
This is a movie.
In fact, a lot of people at the school, both students and teachers, were pretty aware of what was said to be happening at the cottage.
And many offered to help in any way they could.
It was a community effort.
It's also like, yeah, small town, like rural ish England.
Not much to do, I imagine.
February 27th, 1985.
Ken has been helping Debbie move into her own house in East Green.
The poltergeist activity was really ramping up.
Chalk marks had appeared on one of the old wooden columns, and a lot of it seemed to center around Debbie, who was only 19 years old at the time.
They hadn't even had a computer in the house, it was tucked safely away somewhere deep within the school library.
Exhausted from the move, Ken returns home that evening to find the Meadow Cottage in moderate disarray pots knocked off hooks, a scarf flung about, a tie pushed up against the door, pieces of the newspaper scattered on the cottage floor.
In the center of it all was the floppy disk Ken had labeled Lucas W, where all of the pair's communications had been saved.
It had been knocked off of the shelf and out of its sleeve.
Ken sees this as a clear sign that whatever is occupying the same temporal space wants to keep talking.
Again, Ken rents the computer, this time with the specific intention of contacting Lucas.
At this point, they had it down to an almost science.
The computer sat on the table by the refrigerator in the kitchen.
A short greeting or message from us would be put on the screen.
Now, normally, this was all there would be on the particular file we were using.
The computer would be left alone.
The door to the kitchen would be closed.
If Deb was staying in the cottage, she'd sit in front of the fire very quietly.
Perhaps she'd fall asleep.
Anything from half an hour to a couple of hours later, she'd open the door and check beneath the message by scrolling the screen with the cursor keys.
If the computer then made an infuriating beep, the file was not open beyond the particular page and line indicated.
The next stage was to look for any new file names which might indicate a new communication.
Lastly, the existing files would have to be checked for additions.
Lucas had been known to use existing files and tag something on further down or indeed wherever.
It seemed like Debbie being in the house increased the chances for a message to be received.
More so if Debbie were alone.
When Ken and friends weren't killing time at the Red Lion, their local pub, waiting for a message to come through, Ken would engage in an activity they referred to as ghost busting.
Ken would typically go out to his car.
Shut the door, and play some music while Debbie lounged in the living room.
More often than not, a bleep from the computer and a whirring of the drive would indicate a new message had been written.
Over time, the group decides this is not the spirit of a dead person, but rather someone alive and well living in the same house 400 years in the past.
Lucas says he enjoys listening to Debbie's saxophone playing, and on more than one occasion writes a message regarding something said in the kitchen or living room as if their voices were somehow the ghosts of Lucas's reality.
Ghost Busting at the Red Lion00:15:07
Lucas admits that his servant thinks he's out of his.
Fucking mind.
Yeah, I just love this.
This is one of the sort of images or ideas that really made me want to do this series this idea that, you know, what we think of is being haunted and experiencing a haunting is to the other entity or the other person in another time, we're the person haunting him or them.
It's just, it's such a fascinating kind of mind fuck.
Folks, we're doing Interstellar and Ghostbusters.
Welcome to the Spectral Voyager season two.
Let's fucking go.
Exactly what I wanted.
Got my wish.
Mine goodly fool, mine linkman thinketh that thou art all in mine pan.
Thinks that you are all in my head.
He says I act like a seer, but I know you live now.
He also says that my blood is poisoned, and that it is my weak hinged imagination.
But I am not mad, I think, and told him so.
I also said it is like fairy gold that he should keep it secret until I write a book.
In time, Lucas begins to open up about his life.
He moved to the area known for its excellent pasture, and at the time he didn't have to pay any tax on it, which, you know, he mentions.
However, there's a sheriff that Lucas doesn't like very much who's been coming around recently trying to collect.
In his free time, he says he likes to catch salmon in the Dee as well as a place called Fluker's Brook.
Lucas likes fishing a lot.
He's also fairly well educated, claiming to have attended Jesus College at Oxford.
Lucas and Peter become fast friends as Peter tries his own hand at deciphering medieval English.
Oxford chaps.
Ken is jealous of their correspondence.
On one unexplainable occasion, Lucas comments on a photograph of Ken's Jaguar.
No one is sure how he's able to see such things.
I have to imagine that it's in dreams.
It's dreams, or, yeah, maybe it's just like murky imagery in the shadows.
Yeah, mind's eye, perhaps.
It's never really fully articulated.
My good friend, I have found thy cart.
My good friend, I have found your picture of the cart, but it is a crude thing, for without the horse, it won't go far.
Tell me, what unknown wood is this?
It is like silk.
I cannot describe it better.
Ken is stoked, to say the least, that his interdimensional cross rip roommate has asked about his car.
As we've mentioned before, Ken is a huge car guy, and specifically a Jaguar enthusiast.
He takes the opportunity to write to Lucas about life in modern times, 1985.
In your time, you used the strength of horses to till the fields, the power of the wind to move the sails of ships, and the moving water to turn the mill wheel.
We have many new powers.
None of them made by the devil, all are made by man.
The lights are wondrous, but the power is not a flame, but something called electricity.
If you see strange strands joined to the script device, these carry the electricity.
The electricity is made many miles away and brought by strands or wires carefully wrapped to keep the power safe.
For it can kill if interfered with by fools.
Can you fucking imagine the guy writing to you through a giant glowing orb from the other side of the chimney is telling you to keep an eye out for strands of magic that will kill you?
I felt like this was such a great breakdown of what electricity is for someone who would have no idea whatsoever.
Like it's, it's really kind of a kind of masterfully thought out.
I feel like.
Well, he is a teacher after all, which is true.
It's like what's kind of funny about this whole situation.
I think in so many ways, like Ken's story plays on the anxiety of like what it is to be in academics and what it is to be a teacher and.
You know, certain students, you know, your favorite students like another teacher better, or, you know, you feel so there's a lot of, there's a lot of like humanity that's woven throughout this story.
And I'm appreciative to Ken for really capturing, I think, the emotional moment almost as well as the details like of this phenomenon.
Yeah, it really is what sets it apart from most paranormal books or stories about the phenomenon, which are just about the phenomenon.
We get a good chunk of just what life is like in this small town and in this guy's life.
It makes for very compelling reading.
Yeah, it's very honest and very self deprecating.
He sort of fluctuates between kind of hoping that it's a hoax to being absolutely certain that it's real to not caring whether it's real or a hoax because he's sick of it regardless.
Yeah.
And so after Ken tries to sort of, you know, kind of give Lucas a picture of what the future looks like, for the first time, Lucas' tone shifts and he seems kind of terrified of Ken.
Mine goodly friend, pray what strange demon are you?
I am so confused.
You are goodly, I feel, but your lies frighten me much.
You said you are alive, but this is not so.
I have no wish to accuse you, but you also said that you are an educated man, and that you know of my friend Erasmus, but you do not mention my misspelled words.
If you were alive, you would say you do not know of Jesus College.
You also spoke of a power of which I have.
No knowledge.
Where does this power come from, and what did you study in your place of learning?
Where is it?
Because if you do not explain this to me, then I must make an end to my words with you.
This would cause me much despair.
It is not I that make you afraid, it is you that makes me afraid.
Lucas, what strange demon are you?
And it makes sense.
I mean, it totally makes sense if I'm trying to put myself in.
I mean, I would have, you know, the moment that the glowing box started speaking to me, I probably would have been like, this be the work of devils.
So, Ken, Debbie, and Peter discussed that were this to be real and not the best hoax ever to be known in Cheshire County, they would have to keep in mind that demons, magic, and unknown powers were very real to the average person.
Lucas writes to them further that he's consulted a learned man of the time who has advised him on keeping the Leems, which is what he calls the light box, the Leems Boyist, and all inside of it a secret.
Go me to see mine learned friend about your time.
I saw my learned friend concerning your time.
He had many a word to say, although he thinks that I am sick.
He advised me well.
He said that I must not tell a soul about this unknown world and about your people, else it is nothing less than a capital offence according to the crown.
I immediately swore that you are honest, but that it sometimes makes some people fearful, such as my servant.
Also, he asks me not to write again until he comes and sees the computer.
So I shall speak with you five days from now.
Your good friend, Lucas.
I mean, this is probably a really good idea when they're, you know, burning people at the stake for just about anything.
His friend's like, let me, I will come to see the glowing box and make sure it, I can, yeah, like, let me take a look.
We'll make sure it's not demons in there.
And instead, people from the future.
The difference, also unclear.
Claiming to have seen a ghost or worse communicated with one was also an offense punishable by death.
If this was somehow actually happening, The consequences were extreme.
This wasn't a computer game.
This was a person's real life.
After convincing Lucas that they meant him no harm, the messages resumed.
But to Ken's dismay, many of them were directed towards Peter Trinders, who becomes somewhat of the Dan Aykroyd character in this configuration.
Very eager, pretty confident his research was pointing to it being authentic, and wanting to push the experiment as far as it would go.
Ken is depressed.
It's like he doesn't want to be.
The center of attention, but when he isn't, he throws a little tantrum.
It's so human.
It's so human.
He's not afraid to look like such a whiny bitch in this.
I love it.
It's me.
I can relate.
To make matters worse, Lucas had seemed to take quite a liking to Ken's girlfriend, Debbie.
Everyone was in love with Debbie, I think.
He talks about everybody wanting to come by to hang out with Debbie, like the guys in the band and all this stuff.
They all wanted to hang around Debbie.
I was surprised that the term tomboy has been in use for at least like 500 years or 600 years.
Is that true?
I was thinking about that.
It was the one word that I was like, surely that can't be like a word that was around back then.
Well, if Peter Trinder says it was.
Mine goodly woman, you are well schooled, methinks, for a she, but somewhat a tomboy in some way.
I do not wish to be offensive to yourself, for you are a most perfect partner that would satisfy any man.
But you must know your place and serve my friend well.
Next, you will say you have a card tiger.
Or can travel on some unnatural bird.
Please ask your man if I can have words with the man you call Peter, for I may speak with him in my own language.
It is difficult to read the words that you write.
Cart Tiger.
Oh, so Cart Tiger is what he calls Ken's jag.
And this is a real slap in the face for Ken.
Lucas is going after his lady and is like, get me the other guy who can actually type.
And it kind of sends Ken into a little bit of a downward spiral.
Lucas probably saw me as uneducated, despite my earlier claims to come from a college background.
Ironically, it had been Peter's suggestion nearly a month ago that I write quite straightforwardly, i.e., avoiding pseudo mediaeval construction.
The only outcome was that Lucas couldn't read my words.
I was therefore cast as the ignorant peasant.
Henceforth, I tried to adjust my messages to suit the circumstances.
I felt rather deflated.
He was answering a question left weeks and weeks ago.
It was a suggestion of Peter's to probe his understanding of some particular words.
Jake's was one such word.
It meant lavatory.
Peter told me to write, Is this the toilet in the yard?
No wonder lucas thought me a peasant at times.
Jake, how do you feel that the word for toilet is your name?
Well, now we know what they used to call me, the outhouse.
And it's a medieval outhouse, too, which can you imagine the size of the bugs in there, the kind of webs?
Pooping directly into a spider's jaws, probably, right into a spider's nest.
I'm never leaving the outhouse.
You open it up, I'm cocooned in there.
I once went, I had to go to sleepover camp when I was like an adolescent, and there was an outhouse that was.
That, like, you had to go in because it was like sort of a tent based camp.
Like, you really lived outside of cabins, like out in the wilderness, but there was an outhouse and it had the hugest spiders in it every time.
Going in there was like a medieval torture device for me because, like, I'm already weird about pooping and, like, going in there and just seeing them kind of like eating bugs, like, just a foot above my head.
Giant spiders.
I'm talking like the size of my hand.
It was awful.
Awful.
I'm so glad that I was born in the early 1980s, right around when Ken and his friends were communicating with Lucas.
Ken's resentment for Peter grows.
And it makes sense.
Peter's at home with his wife, enjoying the magnificent mystery from afar that just so happens to validate his skill set in his favorite hobby.
Meanwhile, Ken was living this shit.
The house was in a constant state of disrepair.
Between the never ending construction and the not infrequent poltergeist disturbances, Ken's patience was wearing thin.
To add insult to injury, Peter was pushing to get the Society for Psychical Research to come and investigate the cottage.
Lucas had correctly identified a Latin inscription as well as its location at Oxford University.
Peter also believed the messages were too authentic for a hoaxer to generate this quickly.
Ken reaches out to John Stiles at the SPR, but he's so shy he puts his parents' address instead of his own.
The correspondence with Lucas was creeping out into the real world.
Ken writes in his diary that he kind of wishes he was just having a normal summer.
It's this Lucas business and the plans for the next building work.
I can't concentrate.
Maybe I'm bored with music.
The new musical express still arrives at the shop every week, but I only skip through it.
My life feels that it's off course.
I should be whacking round in the country in a van with a band playing at village halls and the pubs, not messing around with houses and cars and mortgage and some poltergeist.
The activity increases.
Items continue to stack.
And then a breakthrough.
Debbie experiences an incredibly visceral dream, starring Lucas.
But they're not off having adventures together in some far off dreamland.
They're still trapped in Meadow Cottage.
In the vertical plane, Debbie goes into great detail about this first extraselestial interaction with their friend in the computer.
I blinked and blinked again.
There was something different.
Very different.
Yes, I saw the room was unusual, but that posed no problem at all, as I was obviously dreaming.
I felt myself frowning.
How very odd.
Why was I standing in an overspread fireplace?
Another intrusive idea squeezed itself into my confusion and took possession of my thoughts a picture of Alice in Wonderland trying very hard to reach the bottle from a giant table way above her head.
As I took a step forwards out of the fireplace, a movement to the right of me caught my attention.
It was a man, a poorly dressed man whose presence was unpredicted.
How odd this dream!
I reproached myself for not being able to think of any words to describe my feelings other than odd.
It's strange indeed, Maid.
The man spoke with a thick accent and a look of complete surprise in his eyes.
He placed some kind of hammer down on the large, primitive table, then stood up in obvious bewilderment.
Had he heard me think, or did I speak?
Why had I never had this problem in dreams before?
I usually get a choice as to whether I'm heard or not.
So, I thought that this was interesting because this starts to kick off a number of dreams where Debbie and Lucas begin to interact.
And we'll talk about one a little bit later, but it's weird.
It's less dreamlike and more like she is appearing like a ghost in his world.
In his time.
Yeah.
Yeah.
And then the subsequent messages seem to reference these dreams and what's happened in these dreams.
Very interesting.
What if ghosts were just two timelines kissing?
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Peter Trinders heads to Oxford to do some more snooping around, hoping to match Lucas's words with historical consistency.
Unfortunately for Peter, he arrives on the campus on April 1st.
He has a very hard time getting anyone to take him seriously.
The Brasenose College librarian, Robin Peedle, has mercy on Peter and displays a genuine interest in tracking down Lucas's records.
It's mostly a bust.
There are some names Lucas has given that appear in the school's record, but Lucas himself is nowhere to be found, at least in the pages of history.
Back at the cottage, it felt like they were making real progress.
Lucas's friend, the learned man, had come to investigate the lemes himself.
At the same time, in 1985, John Bucknell and Dave Welch from the Society for Psychical Research arrived in Chester to investigate Meadow Cottage.
Ken and Lucas's story was branching out into their own respective real worlds, and each with its own set of grave consequences.
The SPR researchers do not make Ken feel any better about the situation.
They show up looking to debunk the phenomenon instead of observing it.
Yeah, this was kind of, you know, I don't know.
I've heard about the SPR, but I was surprised just how sort of hard nosed they were about it all, too.
Like, they didn't want to believe at all.
And I think that's a good way, if they are going to be investigating psychical phenomena, that's a really good way to approach it.
It's just like 99.9% of the time, this is a hoax and this is how we're going to come into the situation.
Right.
And, you know, they're pretty quick to point out that access to the kitchen from the upstairs music studio would make hoaxing really easy, which somehow is something that none of them.
Have thought of.
I remember there's this moment in the book where the guy's like, Well, actually, you could just kind of climb down from there, couldn't you?
And they're all like, Oh, yeah.
Like, basically, anytime the researchers show up, like anytime the real Ghostbusters show up, they basically, like, nothing happens and it's a total bust.
Yeah.
Which is very frustrating for the reader because obviously you start, you know, you're on their side, you're on Ken and Deadly and the gang's side, and you like, you desperately want someone else to see this phenomenon.
But of course, like anything, you know, paranormal, it's never going to happen on command or when you want it to happen.
Ken is depressed.
The researchers leave without a single message being recorded.
Later that night, in one of the most frightening moments in the book, Debbie has a second dream about Lucas, but this one is much darker and more violent.
In the dream, it's almost as if Debbie is the ghost in Lucas's home.
He's shouting at his young page, Catherine, around 14 years old, forcing her to stand inches away from Debbie, demanding to know if she could see her or not.
Catherine was working on the small kneeling stool.
She was oblivious to my presence entirely.
Lucas strode into the room speaking words I could not understand.
They were for Catherine's benefit.
He stopped and saw me and greeted me.
Catherine stood up.
She looked very worried.
Lucas turned to her and told her not to be afraid and that I was harmless, but she just looked blankly at him.
Then Lucas stiffened and his mood changed.
I saw he was angry.
He shouted something at Catherine and she ran to him.
She seemed to be very frightened of him.
I asked Lucas what he was saying, but he cut me short.
He pushed me into the center of the room and asked me to pick up a knife from the table.
To Lucas's and my own astonishment, my hand went straight through the whole table.
Other than a prickly feeling in my right arm, I felt nothing.
Lucas seemed to think it was a conspiracy and started losing his temper some more.
He pushed Catherine into the center of the room to face me.
She was very upset and confused.
He seemed to be repeatedly shouting at her to look at me.
She started to cry.
She was very young, Lucas.
What are you trying to do?
Please don't shout at Catherine, I pleaded.
There is nothing more uncomfortable than seeing someone cry.
Be still!
Why do you not show?
Lucas asked me crossly.
By this time, I was getting upset.
Lucas shouted at Catherine once more, and she ran out.
I think I felt nothing but hatred.
This ruined my image of Lucas as a kind and gentle man.
He was a real bully.
In my upset and temper, I said something, but I can't remember what.
Perhaps I was too upset to hear myself.
But it really upset Lucas.
He turned away to face the shelves.
His arms were crossed.
He gave out a little whine and just closed his eyes.
I couldn't tell whether he was crying.
I went to move closer, but without looking at me, he pointed to the chimney.
He wanted me to go.
I was so mixed up and so confused, but I still hated him.
I walked to the chimney and found myself once again back half asleep near the cottage fire, waiting for messages or a distant sound of thunder.
I thought this was like really scary.
This reminded me kind of like a Mike Flanagan style horror scene, you know what I mean?
Yeah, and also, just like up until this point, Lucas has seemed like a pretty benevolent figure.
And then this kind of paints him as having some sort of explosive temper.
You know, I don't know much about this era, but the idea that you have like a 14 year old girl as like your live in page or something.
I'm not sure.
Well, Lucas's wife has died, right?
She died like of the plague or something.
The pestilence, yeah.
Pestilence.
And now he has this 14 year old girl.
But apparently, this was very normal at the time because there were so many orphans, and he educated us about this.
A lot of live in children.
Yeah, yeah.
If you weren't family, you felt some kind of duty to like, you know, mop the floors and, you know, sort of leaven the bread.
To sort of pave your way for this stranger allowing you to live in their cottage.
Yeah, exactly.
With ghosts.
And it goes horribly for Catherine.
Oh, God, yes.
Much like the temperament of the dream, the poltergeist activity in the actual cottage begins to intensify and reach a fever pitch.
Lucas no longer needs the computer to communicate with the cottage inhabitants, by the way.
After Debbie leaves out a piece of charcoal and paper, messages begin appearing on it whenever the kitchen is empty.
And I've included a little sample that you can see.
Yeah, this.
This script is so cool.
Yeah, it is really cool.
It's kind of beautiful.
Gosh, whoever, you know, if it's not real, I usually find myself kind of saying the other way around if it is real, but if it's not real, whoever perpetrated this, I mean, put a lot of effort into it.
Sure.
And if that isn't creepy enough, Debbie arrives home one day to find all of the furniture stacked in the center of the cottage.
Did you see?
So at the end of the ebook that we had, they had photos.
Like documenting all of this?
Did you see those?
Yeah, I did see those, yeah.
Yeah, like the stacked furniture.
Like it was actually like, oh fuck, like that would not be easy to do.
Yeah, no, it's legit.
A legit stacking.
I dropped Ken off at school after spending the night at East Green, then drove over to the cottage to feed the cats.
It was 9 a.m.
It was not until I walked up the path to the front door that I sensed something was very wrong.
Perhaps it was the cats sitting on the garden wall watching me rather than circling my feet as they usually do, which prompted this unease.
I turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open.
In the living room, I came face to face with a six foot high pile of furniture.
It appeared to me in that instant to have been tossed by the little finger of a giant.
Instantly, I took a step back and out of the door and slammed it shut.
The cat still watched me in silence from the wall.
I didn't know quite what to do.
By the end of April 1985, something has changed in Lucas's tone.
He's fearful.
Not of the people in 1985, but from his own time.
Word has spread of the Leems Boist, and there are whispers around town that Lucas and his page Catherine have been consorting with devils.
As his messages grow more desperate, Ken, Peter, and Debbie try as best they can to come up with some kind of historical detail, something that can prove to the sheriff that they are real and not some type of witchcraft.
The baking begins.
They knock on Peter's door at 11 p.m. that night.
Hoping the three of them can come up with a way to save Lucas.
Peter interprets the first left for Lucas as to mean that the three of them, Ken, Deb, and Peter, must find a way to communicate with the king, potentially via the sheriff.
If they could sift through the region's history and warn the king of a future plot, something of value, potentially Lucas could be let go.
This is so movie brained, isn't it?
I know, it's so movie brained.
I love it.
On the way home that night, around 2 a.m., Debbie bursts out laughing.
She says, We're trying to save a man from the 16th century.
Can I tell my friends, you know, when they ask what I've been doing?
Oh, just trying to save a lovely chap who's been dead for four centuries from this thicko sheriff.
We were up all night finding out how to do it too.
What'll they say?
Deep in his research, Peter digs up dirt on a guy named Henry Mann, a political rival of the sheriff, and claims he's found evidence that he once wrote to Elizabeth Barton professing his allegiance to her.
As she'd end up being executed in 1534 for treason, Peter thinks it might be of some value to the king.
They admit to Lucas it's not much.
But it's the best they've got.
Lucas says it's too late.
He goes before the court tomorrow, and even if the sheriff could benefit, he has no sway once the matter goes to court.
Lucas asked for a final message of his to be published in Ken's book about their communications.
My goodly friend, to all people concerning good friends Ken, Peter, and Debbie, although I am long dead in your time, I would like you to believe that my friends are not furies nor devils.
But great men and a good woman who write this book not for themselves but for your better understanding.
Although many foolish people will turn away from this unknown thing, those that can learn will find great knowledge if you do not turn away from what is true.
The people of my time cannot learn, for we are thrown in prison for thinking and reasoning on what is not explained.
So we learn only what the crown will teach and not what there is to be learned.
I am a man of God's book, but I will die for this very reason.
I pray you understand me, for life is too short to go to God with nothing learnt.
Farewell, my good, honest friends.
May your God receive you, and long live Oxford, Lucas.
So, pretty intense.
Yeah, I mean, it's the one, it's a death of someone who has become their friend, but also they are, I guess, responsible for it in a way.
Definitely.
I mean, had Ken never brought the computer home, I mean, this guy would still be, you know, eating the best cheese in the region.
Exactly.
With wholesome digestion.
Yeah, he'd still be feeling good.
And he's gone.
A new person begins to message them from within the leams.
A man calling himself John, a friend.
The same learned friend Lucas had brought to see the box?
Unclear.
He tells the group that Lucas has been arrested by the sheriff.
He also informs them that the sheriff would very much like to speak with Ken, Debbie, and Peter.
However, when anyone from their time attempts to move the leams, it fades and disappears.
So I thought that that was kind of interesting that depending on who's around, especially Lucas says if people who don't believe, like skeptics, When they come around, and even the SPR field officers, Lucas says that, like, when that guy's in the house, because he can kind of sense what's going on in their time, he says the box, the light fades.
So, like, a Richard Dawkins sort of person would not be able to see the Leems.
A Travis View would not be able to see the Leems.
I guess Travis and his ilk kind of dim the light of the world, is what they're saying.
To their surprise, after a couple weeks, Lucas reappears.
He's been released from the dungeon.
It seems like the sheriff, John Foulshurst, has put Lucas on some kind of home arrest so that the Leams may continue to shine bright.
He's not out of the woods yet, but he's been spared the executioner's block for now.
Mine three cruel friends, I do weep so that I am again free to be with my friends, again at least for a short time.
It is wrong that I cannot hold you close, but am only to show such love for my friends on the Leams.
I know you as well as my own family.
Since your time was open to me, before that I. never knew friendship so true, though it is over many years of change and we are so often confused.
But I need your words so that I may take comfort from them.
I must rest so that I may speak with you tomorrow or else I will make no sense of my words to my good friends.
I need time to weep.
Lucas.
I felt like palpable relief when Lucas returned.
I was really sad, this idea that he'd been like hung for using a computer.
Yeah, I know.
Oh my God.
And Lucas is sort of, he's the most kind of sympathetic, well rounded character in the book.
Yes, yes.
And in the coming days and weeks, the cottage crew would have loving communications with their dear medieval friend.
Lucas would once more write Debbie a love poem Deb, mine sweetest of all the creatures, please do not be so upset.
for it overwhelms me with sorrow that you think I do not wish to speak with you.
From the time I first saw you, I was choked by my own breath, for although your fashion is unknown, I must say I was full of melancholy.
I think it would be quite wise not to think of such conversation with you, and ignore my feelings of love.
Ken is a good man, who I also love.
Do not show this to Ken and say no more on this matter.
My foolish love to you, maid.
Lucas.
And then towards the end of the book, we get the kind of, I would say, like M. Knight sort of reveal, where Ken and the gang learn more from Lucas about how the light box initially came to him.
Mine brother Ken, me dost thank you for yourn wording, them have giften mineselves goodly stead.
I thank you for your words.
They have given me base upon which to understand the lemes.
I now tell you about what you might call an antic.
Catherine was sleeping in the chimney seat, so I went over to pick her up and carry her to her bed, when I saw a green light shining from the walls of my chimney, and from this light stepped what I thought was the devil himself.
I never feared for my soul so much in my life, but so afraid was I that I couldn't move away from this strange messenger.
He said, Fear not, good Thomas.
You are starred to be a great man if you do not have fear but keep your faith strong.
Then, after other words which I do confess were not like devil talk, he was gone, leaving the lembs which appeared to be the same as your computer.
I immediately woke Catherine, but she didn't see the lembs, nor hear me speak with the metaphysical person.
But she said, You silly Thomas were in your dreams, now don't frighten me with your disturbed thoughts.
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So to mope, I did for there shone the lembs, but Catherine saw it not.
I was so worried for my sanity that I spoke the Lord's Prayer all night, but it would not go, but sat with glee, unseen by all but myself.
Then, two days afterwards, Catherine was singing in the chimney, by the fire, and lemes, and I saw that her words appeared on it, so when Catherine went walking, I tried verses myself, and other words, and gained knowledge about the lemes.
Do you want more about the lemes?
Yeah, this is really interesting.
And then did you catch the detail, Brad, that he said the guy who brought it to him was glowing green?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Like whoever it was might not be like human as we know them to be.
Also, the detail finally, like learning that where Lucas sees the Leem's boist is at the chimney.
So, not where Ken has the computer, but instead everything seems to be kind of coming out of this weird chimney portal.
Yeah.
It's as if like things have slightly shifted over 400 years and like, Where things sit in Ken's reality are slightly different, which I also thought maybe that could explain the footprints on the wall.
Right.
Interesting.
Yeah.
Going all the way back to the very beginning of this.
So, in a further exchange with Peter Trinders, Lucas asks if he and his friends live in the same year as the man who brought him the light box.
Peter tells him that they live in 1985.
And Lucas is like, no, that's not where the other guy's from.
They said they're from the year 2109.
What?
And so it's a big kind of like record scratch moment where you find out like there's somebody else that's communicating through the computer.
And you go back and look at the very first message, that sort of like weird poem.
It's basically they realize that it can be attributed to this entity that they jokingly kind of call 2109.
In fact, the way that Ken first starts communicating with it is he's like so pissed.
He's like at the end of his rope.
He thinks that he's being hoaxed and he like sits down on the computer and he's like, Hello, 2109, like, you know, basically kind of like trying to bait them.
And they get this response: Ken, Deb, Peter, we are sorry that we can give you only two choices.
One, that either you have your predicament explained in such a non-rhyme way that you may have instant understanding, but cause what should not be to happen.
Or, two, try to understand that you three have a purpose that shall in your lifetime change the face of history.
We, 2109, must not affect your thoughts directly, but give you some sort of guidance that will allow room for your own destiny.
All we can say is that we are all part of the same God, whatever He, it, is.
2109's tone is a lot different than the others who have spoken or attempted to speak through the leams.
Their tone is smug.
Almost taunting and chock full of pseudoscientific explanations, as well as riddles of frequencies and signals.
And they also seem to misspell every other word inexplicably.
Their spelling is horrible.
And Ken, when 2109 starts speaking through the computer, Ken is basically like, okay, this is definitely a hoax because the spelling is so bad.
Yeah, or non corporeal entities just don't care about spelling.
Yeah, maybe once you've passed over, that just becomes inconsequential.
2109 repeatedly positions themselves as intermediaries who can see or manage the link between Ken's present and Lucas's past, but they're not very helpful.
Ken often sees them as noisy meddlers as opposed to someone enriching the communications between him and Lucas.
There's even one point where Lucas suggests moving the physical BBC microcomputer to a different part of the kitchen, believing that the slight shift in positioning might keep their comms secret from 2109.
Sadly, this does not work, and eventually 2109 returns.
Telling them that they should contact a quote brilliant researcher and ufologist, Gary M. Rowe.
He is further along than they are studying the phenomenon, it says, and may be of some assistance, but only if Peter Trinders reaches out to him.
I mean, this story, I was like kind of all in from the start, but as soon as ufologist entered the fray, it's like, wow, it's ticking every single box now.
And the future people in the box are telling them to come.
I mean, I guess it's no different than the 1985 future people in the box telling Lucas to contact.
The sheriff.
I guess it's just one, you know, a couple generations removed.
Yeah.
So, Peter does contact Gary Rowe, and he shows up at the cottage with all sorts of professional looking equipment, claiming he'll be able to monitor the cottage and try to get a better understanding of the messages.
Then, inexplicably, 2109 begins dealing with Gary in a bizarrely exclusive way, forcing Ken to use sealed envelopes titled For Gary's Eyes Only.
They warn against Debbie and Ken being pushy or rude to Gary, implying he serves some greater purpose in the whole thing.
It's a great way to trigger Ken, too, because this is exactly What rubs him the wrong way is being left out of something.
Yes, and Webster, of course, doesn't trust Gary, who seems to be on his own side quest.
2109 later tells Ken after Gary leaves that Gary will still fail despite his superior knowledge.
Ken's basically left not knowing what to believe.
There's somewhat of a eureka moment where 2109 shares celestial coordinates to draw attention to a solar event they believe to be visible in Ken's time.
The SPR researchers are quick to point out that the coordinates are backward, but a friend of Ken's, Frank Davies, realizes that from a galactic Perspective, i.e., someone looking at our planet from outside of it, the coordinates make sense.
Ken has maintained that a hoaxer would not think of this detail.
Yeah, maybe.
That doesn't really make that much sense to me, but what do I know?
What do any of us know?
Lucas is eventually freed for good from the clutches of the sheriff.
Apparently, Peter's tip about Bishop Mann is something of value, and Lucas returns.
free to live in the cabin for a short time because the land is about to be turned over to the Guz, Guziver, Guznerver?
Guzner.
Guzner, the Gros, Grosner, Grosner.
And when Ken and his friends ask, like, what became of Catherine, because there had been, Lucas had said earlier that there had been rumors going around that she had been taken and burned to the stake as a witch.
Lucas does tell them that that is true, that Catherine has been murdered.
A really dark turn.
Yeah.
Philo Ken.
ye may have returned, but Catherine be Brent.
Friend Ken, yes, I have returned, but Catherine is burnt.
You said there were no burnings in Chester, but it is otherwise, for there are many for so-called uncleansed souls that have been taken this way by the people of my time.
The King's men only shrug at this practice and look the other way.
Catherine was a good maid, and I brought this on her.
She was perfect and did not know the corrupts of man and such that could harm her, for I did all I could to keep her from these wretched people.
My sweetest, sweet Catherine, you will never leave my thoughts.
I was so unhappy to hear this.
I remember the sorrow and pain we'd felt when Lucas himself had been taken.
I remembered it had been my responsibility to say whether these communications should continue.
Because they had continued, I had helped destroy his Catherine.
She was only 14.
The short, sad life of Catherine the orphan.
Yeah.
Dead at 14 for talking about a computer.
Burned at the stake.
Yeah.
For talking to.
They had just brought it home for a couple of computer games.
It is an odd, like, that's another if hoax.
There's a lot of odd details, but the whole Catherine saga is a real weird one to have in there.
Well, and this sort of.
The way it kind of ends up is that basically Lucas, you know, it gets down to like.
These final days where Lucas is basically moving away, and then you know, it seems pretty clear that he doesn't think that they're going to be able to communicate, he can't move the leams or anything like that.
Yeah, and it's funny because Ken is like he's still kind of bitter about the whole thing because everybody else is taking their time asking their questions to Lucas.
And you know, Lucas is talking to Peter, wants to know a couple things, and Ken feels like his precious time is kind of like slipping away.
And you know, it's very interesting to me.
This story is like everybody is kind of in love with Lucas throughout this whole thing, yeah, yeah, yeah.
And soon after the, you know, Catherine being burnt at the stake, Lucas finally feels like he can really, truly trust Ken and the gang and reveals his real name.
So it's not Lucas Wainman and it's never been Lucas Wainman.
It's Thomas Harden, Harwarden.
Yeah, which is also the town that Peter lives in is named after.
Yes.
You know, is named after.
Yeah, Lucas was the name of like his mentor.
A learned man.
A learned man who he was very fond of and he took his name.
And then, of course, once they have the real name, they go back.
To Robin Pedell, who, if you remember, is the librarian, the curious librarian at Brasenose College, and he does end up finding a record of Thomas Hardin.
And it says this Hardin Thomas, Brasenose College fellow in 1530, still in college, 1538, charged with expunging the name of the Pope, E Codem Manuali, December 1538.
And I think that means he crossed the Pope's name out.
Yeah.
Which, wow, bold.
Yeah, he was like a little bit of a troublemaker who was probably like in college a little too long, a little bit of a Van Wilder type.
Yeah.
And in the next section, I'm going to bring that point to a little finer tip.
Perfect.
In the final days, as the messages wind down, Ken and his friends do get one final message from Thomas, signed with his real name.
It is the last communication that the group will have.
The last communication with Thomas, that is.
Mine true fellows and sweet maid, may wilt write mine book about mine brothers and maid.
My true fellows and sweet maid, I will write my book about my brothers and maid.
and of the end of Lucas and their little puppy, and of our love for each other.
One day, you will all sit down at my table, for wine and meat, by the river in Oxford, where we shall read each other's books and laugh, and we shall speak of truth and good men, watching Oxford change together, forevermore.
In your time, my book is old, but I shall not go to my God until it is written.
Then we will all be truly embraced.
My love to you all.
I shall await you in Oxford.
Thomas Hardin.
There's one final message from 2109, and it seems to be a sort of explanation, a line by line breakdown of that original poem.
It's fascinating.
Ken, Deb, Peter, true are the nightmares of those that fear.
What you fear will be your reality if you let it.
Believe in yourselves.
Safe are the bodies of the silent world.
As long as your kind cannot penetrate our world, we are safe.
Turn, pretty flower.
Turn towards the sun for you shall grow and sow but the flower reaches too high and withers in the burning light knowledge will be your progress but your kind are coming close to getting their fingers burnt indirectly you may prevent this Get out your bricks.
Get ready to build.
Write the book.
Pussycat, Pussycat went to London to seek fame and fortune.
The cat went to visit the Queen, but instead frightened a little mouse under the chair.
Ultimately, London will be a significant place.
Stick to your main aims.
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It doesn't matter how hard they seem to get.
Do not be distracted by that tiny mouse that has a deceiving charm.
Faith must not be lost.
You all rely on each other's faith.
There is another person to come.
They will be the help we need.
You will know them when they come.
Thomas did eventually write his book and soon died.
Shortly after, he placed it in a secure place.
It shouldn't take too many years to find it, though he wrote it in Latin with the help of a friend that he met in Oxford.
The inscription reads Me writes this in the hope that mine fellows may one day find this book and may ower lands be not so distant.
We will finish now.
You have a lot of work to do.
There is no need for you to ride back as we will have gone.
Thank you for your cooperation.
2109.
What if it's us?
What if we're the third piece of the puzzle, Brad?
What if the Spectral Voyager Season 2 is the catalyst needed to find the missing link of the Doddleston puzzle?
I'm beginning to fuss.
So, rationally speaking, the simplest explanation here is that Ken, Debbie, and Peter made the whole thing up.
The story's too bizarre, it's too neatly structured, it's just too good.
Like Jake mentioned, it's like a movie.
So, here's what points to it being a hoax, and there are legion points here.
So, as mentioned, the narrative escalates almost too neatly.
There's an arrest, there's a death threat, there's a love triangle, there's a tearful farewell.
Another point is that Ken, Debbie, or someone in the village always had physical access to the computer, and no message ever appeared while anyone was watching the screen.
Yeah.
The early messages contain modern punctuation, though 2109 later claimed responsibility for adding it after the fact.
Oh, right.
That's right.
They claim, yeah, they claim.
Claimed that they were manipulating Lucas's messages to make it easier for them to read.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Also, there were a bunch of historical errors in the first batch.
Like Jake mentioned, he got Henry VIII's age wrong.
He placed himself at Kinnerton Hall, which didn't exist yet.
There were references to an Edmund Gray, which seemed to be from the wrong century.
So, not looking good, but that seemed to just be at the start.
Then there were the Society for Psychical Research investigators who concluded that human agencies were at play, though they never filed an official report.
And weirdly, when Ken followed up, the SPR told him that one of the investigators left the society and the other two had never been members in the first place.
Yes.
Another point in the hoax column is the original floppy disks have been lost.
So all primary evidence can no longer be examined.
And then, perhaps most damning, was a linguist named Wright appeared on a TV program at the time and analyzed the frequency of adjectives placed before nouns in Lucas's message.
And found that it matched Ken's prose in the vertical plane almost exactly.
It was about 26% of the time.
So, other adjective before noun placement in the Tudor period came in at around 32%.
So, that's like a 6% disparity, which I don't know if that's a lot or not.
Yeah, I don't know either.
But still.
So, this tips the scales slightly towards a single author.
It's potentially damning, like I said, but she only analyzed like a section of writing from both Ken and Lucas.
And it was just a single metric given in a TV segment and was not a published study by any means.
Hmm.
And it could also be that Ken tried to adapt Lucas's style to help with comprehension, something he said they were all trying to do so that Lucas could better understand them.
Yeah.
So that's most of the points for it being a hoax.
And, you know, none of that sounds great for the veracity of the tale.
For the other side, if this is a hoax, it's really one of the most inexplicable ones we've ever read about.
The first being that after an initial interview or two after the book came out, Ken never gave a single interview afterwards.
He never did a press tour.
He never sought out fame or attention from the story besides that initial publication.
And so I think if you are perpetrating a hoax, at least in modern times, you usually want something out of it.
And Ken really got nothing.
It, in fact, was a net negative for him.
Second, Peter Trinder, he checked.
Almost 3,000 words from the messages against the Oxford English Dictionary, and the overwhelming majority were period accurate to the specific region and era that Lucas claimed to be from.
And just remember that Trinder, you know, he had a background in English and said that he could not have produced anything of that quality, although we are taking his word for it.
Linguists noted that dialect forms pointed to a specific region and generational profile in the southwest of a middle aged man that isn't achievable by working backwards through a dictionary.
So you'd have to know how people in that place and time spoke, not just the words they used.
Which, like that, to me is very fascinating.
As we mentioned, you know, Lucas's real identity turned out to be Thomas Hardin from Brassinose College.
And that, as Jake said, he was expelled in 1538 for supposedly crossing out the Pope's name.
But Thomas said that was wrong and that he'd actually been expelled for refusing to cross out the Pope's name.
And Robin Peetle at Brassinose checked the original source documents and found that Thomas was right.
The published story had it backwards.
I mean, that's pretty.
I mean, yeah, a hoaxer would have had to locate and read an unpublished primary source.
That contradicted a standard reference to plant a correction that no one would ever think to check.
Like that, that is very bizarre.
And it's like, or it's like a sort of pathological hoaxer at play here.
Yeah.
I mean, I have never run into anything that is so 50% bullshit and 50% believable.
I am so on the fence.
And I think that that's why we chose this particular story as kind of a jumping off place for yours and my investigation into this idea.
That we've got ghosts miscategorized.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
And then lastly, in 40 years, that's how long this has been or more, no one has come forward to claim credit, confess involvement, or been identified as a hoaxer.
Like that's wild.
Like as we're seeing now, even the Patterson Gimlin film is starting to be revealed as a hoax.
Yeah, so no collaborator has broken ranks.
There's not been a deathbed confession, and sadly, Peter Trinder has died.
And as one researcher put it, who would be arsed and why?
So after the book came out, Ken and Debbie did some limited press and television, and the television networks did thoroughly vet they were who they said they were before publishing anything.
The response was immediate ridicule and accusations of fraud.
It damaged Ken's career as an academic and economist, and he disappeared completely to this day.
Peter Trinder, who authenticated the language, like I said, sadly died in 2019, and the SPR now says they have no record of the investigation ever taking place.
Which is weird.
There's weird stuff with the SPR because.
There's also a weird, a weird, like, kind of like footnote in the book that one of the investigators just disappears one day and, like, a new guy is replaced.
And 2109 is, like, very interested about the new guy.
His name is Nick, I think.
They're like, to find out what you can about that guy.
Who's that guy?
Who's that new guy that's here?
Like, very suspicious of all this stuff.
So there's a whole lot.
And it really gets into the weeds.
I mean, yeah.
Yeah.
And so basically, nearly every sort of thread that you could verify.
To be able to either debunk or prove this story is gone.
It's just like gone and gone dark.
But Debbie did surface on a forum years later in a Facebook group and wrote Ken nor myself have had any experiences before or since the Doddleston phenomena which would be regarded as paranormal.
Both Ken and I are now living fairly normal lives and feel very privileged to have had such an experience.
To this day, we really are no closer to any answers on the whole thing.
And believe me, we have continued to search.
So that's the final word on.
The vertical plane story.
Well, there's actually one more thing, Brad.
In 1987, the same year the Doddleston messages ended, a couple in Luxembourg named Maggie and Jules Harsh Fischbach received a message through their own equipment.
They were ITC researchers, completely independent from anything happening in Cheshire.
The message was marked 2105, and it told them to contact someone called Keen Webster.
They'd never heard of him.
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This is the first thread connecting Doddleston to the wider world of ITC, and it's where our series goes next.
So, this was just one fantastical case, but the story of ITC goes a lot further than Doddleston.
Here's what's coming in the rest of Time Slip Radio.
A Swedish filmmaker records Birdsong and hears his dead mother's voice on the playback.
He spends the next 28 years making recordings.
A couple in Luxembourg build a receiving station in their home and start getting phone calls, faxes, And television images from a group of entities from beyond.
A man in rural Germany gets over 300 messages on a Commodore 64 plugged into nothing but a wall outlet.
A researcher catalogs phone calls from the dead and ends up a cold case murder himself.
And in Italy, a man conducts live sessions with a broken radio for decades in front of hundreds of witnesses.
Researchers pull the vacuum tubes out, but the voices keep coming.
These cases are about one part of this season.
We sit down with neuroscientists, quantum engineers, And veteran paranormal investigators to hypothesize about what the hell is going on.
And by the end of the series, Jake and I are going to peel ourselves off of our well worn podcasting chairs and find ourselves somewhere we really shouldn't be.
In the next episode of the Spectral Voyager Season 2, we start trying to understand this as both an engineering and a consciousness problem.
Until then, listeners, see you on the other side.
Without knowledge you have fear.
With fear you create your own nightmares.
Dead to one, O man.
Thanks for listening to this first episode of the Spectral Voyager Season 2.
We've really wanted to go all out for this series and lull you guys into a creepy, cozy nook where you can escape from our modern hellscape for a short while at least.
Jake got the opportunity to ask a credentialed quantum scientist about.
Anything in the world, and asked him how real the ghost scenes in Interstellar were.
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Yeah, in stereo.
It's, I think it's the first QAA.
Could be wrong about this, but I do believe it's the first QAA product presented in stereo.
Theoretically, we could burn this on vinyl, but it would have to be like a three disc set or something like that.
I don't think you get like a ton of space on vinyl.
But, anyways, like, trust me, we're not even done recording and I'm already thinking about the vinyl press.
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