Located in the mountainous northern region of Tochigi, near Tokyo, the rock is something of a tourist hotspot.
— Read on nypost.com/2022/03/08/ancient-japanese-killing-stone-said-to-contain-evil-demon-has-cracked-open/
2022 herr we go! Now we have demons unleashed! Joking aside, this is a story I want to follow so I can see what becomes of the rock. Should they repair it, or let it remain as and where it is?
“It was nearly midnight when he started on his return over stony hills and hollows. Though he was a bold youth, he became silent as he approached the lonely valley known as Rocky Ravine. When half way through the tortuous cliff between the hills a sound attracted his attention. On his right, near tho top of the hillside, a curious figure was seen creeping from rock to rock and keeping well in the shadows. It carried something which gleamed brightly now and then as the moon’s rays fell upon it. It came nearer aud nearer the farmer, who had crouched down behind a clump of blackberry bushes, with a strange feeling of dread within him. The mysterious being animal or man approached until it reached the roadway within ten feet of the boy, when with a bound it sprang to the top of a huge boulder, where it crouched for a moment in the full glare of the moon. Frank Rose gave one look back and then shut his eyes with a gap of horror. The thing upon tho rock was a man. But what a man ! When Frank got home that night he told his story of what he had seen upon the way of a creature which, though it walked on “all fours” and was covered with hair from head to foot, carried a gleaming axe and displayed other indications of being human. It was gaunt but muscular, and had burning eyes that shone through long, fancied locks of hair. He had seen this thing but for a moment as it crouched upon a rock. Then it leaped down on the other rock , and he made his way out of the deserted valley as quickly as possible. Young Rose’s story created little agitation among the neighbors. They practical pooh-poohed it, the superstitious added it to their list of ghost tales and inwardly resolved never again to be caught in the neighborhood of Rocky Ravine after nightfall….
But the adventure was not to end so lightly. On the very next night, Henry Simon and William Downey, stock buyers, living in another county, rode within a short distance of the dreary valley, when they were astonished to hear the reverberation of a succession of blows, evidently made by some instrument of steel or iron. They tied their horses and walked up the dark ravine until they arrived at a tremendous cavity which had evidently been excavated by human hands. Twenty feet below in tho darkness some one was striking blow alter blow upon tho rocky bottom of the pit. ” What are you doing down there?”‘ shouted Simon. For answer a stone came whizzing through the air, narrowly missing Downey’s head. A big, hairy creature sprang out of the hole with a frightful yell and disappeared with surprising rapidity over the side of the hill, still carrying its steel tool, though running apparently upon four legs. The traders were Stupefied with astonishment, aud lost no time in getting out of the neighborhood.”
Excerpt from the Philadelphia Times, August 1892…
Sketch by Brandon Scolf (I think)
“Little Wolf is my spirit guide; he keeps me safe and loyal.
To the pack, to my family, to my tribe;
We hunt together, moon father and I.
Moon mother watches over the pups that sleep.
While we hunt so we all can eat
I am sure the pup dreams of his time to hunt
But our pup watcher is hypervigilant.
One snapped twig, and she’s ready to fight to the death.
Because no one’s aloud to disturb the pups rest
Father Moon gives me the nod
And now the hunt is on until the dawn
I am the wolf now, we are the wolves now
Listen closely for my howl
Husband, Johnny…I hear faintly from the door
It’d time for you two to wake up now
You can be the wolves no more
It’s morning now your hunt is through
And you have work and wolf school to go too
So kiss that baby brother
Quick, come here now and kiss your mother
I will keep an eye on your sleepingbrother while you’re gone
And I’ll count the minutes while I wait for you to return “
Poem by me
Stunning photography by William Hacker
In the January 1887 Del Norte Record the following article told of a close encounter with Bigfoot, then called Wild Man, in the area between Marble Mountain and Happy Camp. The experiencer, Mr. Jack Dover, was considered an upstanding and trustworthy citizen with a high credibility factor.
I do not remember to have seen any references to the ‘Wild Man’ which haunts this part of the country, so I shall allude to him briefly.
Not a great while since, Mr. Jack Dover, one of our most trustworthy citizens, while hunting saw an object standing one hundred and fifty yards from the bushes.
The thing was of gigantic size – about seven feet high – with a bull-dog head, short ears and long hair; it was also furnished with a beard, and was free from hair on such parts of its body as is common among men.
Its voice was shrill, or soprano, and very human, like that of a woman in great fear. Mr. Dover could not see its foot-prints as it walked on hard soil.
He aimed his gun at the animal, or whatever it is, several times, but because it was so human would not shoot.
The range of the curiosity is between Marble Mountain and the vicinity of Happy Camp. A number of people have seen it and all agree in their descriptions except that some make it taller than others. It is apparently herbivorous and makes winter quarters in some of the caves of Marble Mountain.”
– found in The Hermit of the Siskiyous by L.W. Musick
https://activenorcal.com/a-history-of-bigfoot-sightings-in-northern-california/
Steve Baxter Art:
Whenever I think of Melon Heads my mind pictures the Garbage Pail Kids. These are one of the least covered cryptids out there.
There are a few states out there that can lay a claim to these warm and fuzzy cryptids. Michigan, Ohio and Connecticut.
This version of their origins is from the great state of Connecticut. Here is the history of them according to the lore on Wikicheatia…
“The melon heads are descendants of a Colonial-era family from Shelton-Trumbull who were banished after accusations of witchcraft were made against them causing them to retreat to the woods. This variation attributes the appearance of the melon heads to inbreeding. Melon Heads allegedly prey upon humans who wander into their territory.”
I chose that tale because you know I love the history of the colonists. I can almost see this situation happenings. Many early settlements banished people and families from their settlements, it was the worst punishment because you would most likely starve or freeze to death. It’s the unthinkable taboo, but to survive they may have had to make some desperate choices.
Inbreeding could also happen amongst the banished with just a few others maybe that have also been banished. As far as cannibalism goes, they already have proof that the Jamestown Settlement had practiced cannibalism in their desperate hours before they all disappeared. Maybe when they disappeared they become melon heads too.
Moving on to the melon head tales of Ohio. From Wikipedia…
The melon heads are primarily associated with the Cleveland suburb of Kitkland. According to local lore, the melon heads were originally orphans under the watch of a mysterious figure known as Dr. Crow (sometimes spelled Crowe, Krohe or Kroh or known as Dr. Melonhead. Crow is said to have performed unusual experiments on the children, who developed large, hairless heads and malformed bodies. Some accounts claim that the children were already suffering from hydrocephalus, and that Crow injected even more fluid into their brains.
Eventually, the legend continues, the children killed Crow, burned the orphanage, and retreated to the surrounding forests and supposedly feed on babies.
And lastly the lore from Michigan. Again from Wikipedia…
The melon heads of Michigan are said to reside around Felt Mansion, although they have also been reportedly seen in southern forested areas of Ottawa County. According to one story, they were originally children with hydrocephalus who lived at the Junction Insane Asylum near Felt Mansion. The story explains that, after enduring physical and emotional abuse, they became feral and were released into the forests surrounding the asylum. The Allegan County historical Society asserts that the asylum never existed, although it was at one point a prison; however, the story has been part of the local folklore for several decades.
We know most lore has some kernel of truth in there, and all these tales have a similar theme. People abandoned, banished or runaways from society who fled to the forest. If you came upon these people in the forest you would be alarmed. If they were tortured in an asylum or infirm in some way maybe even with birth defects their appearance may be unsettling to say the least.
Did they become cannibals to survive a harsh winter? They most likely would. We have never known the harshness these people suffered through. Do I believe these melon beads are a cryptid? I’m going to say no. To many stories can be easily explained like above but when I’m visiting these states and wandering their forests I’ll keep my open…just in case.
Articles of note..
https://www.clickondetroit.com/features/2017/01/18/the-legend-of-the-michigan-melon-heads/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melon_heads
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydrocephalus
https://www.newenglandhistoricalsociety.com/the-melon-heads-of-connecticut/
Pictures from Google Common
“I know how much we wished and needed that 2021 ball to drop
We all hoped and prayed the covid and negativity would stop
But a glittering ball, a symbol, won’t do the trick
This is all humanities job to fix
We have to want peace
and make it so
Forget your other resolutions,
they have to go
Who cares if your thin
if you’re never happy
Who needs to plan to travel more
When covid has you laid up on the floor
Your inner peace will come
When we treat everyone like one
We are all the same on this big rock
And I’m happy to wear a mask and help stop the virus’s clock
Who would know if you bad day,
if that’s how treat people everyday anyway
Smile, live, love, laugh
Kick this negativity in the ass
I don’t care if your democratic or republican, hunter or vegan
You’re a human being and so am I
And I’ll do whatever I have to, to make sure you don’t die
I’ll also smile and
I’ll help you if you fall
If you ring I’ll answer your call
Afterwards my heart too
will feel ten foot tall
My soul is at rest
When I know I’ve done my best
I’ve treated you
how I would like to be
Open your eyes and see
See us as we are
And set yourself a higher bar
I know it’s hard to began,
hard to see through it all
But all of this starts with us
Not that big glittery ball”
Poem be me, copyright 12/21
Happy New Year everyone, and remember, let all the negative be forgot, I’m happy to be here with all of you on this big beautiful rock…
And may this be humanity’s best….
Do you hear what I hear?
A howl, a howl. Deeper than a growl,
That will make you run for a mile,
Yes it will make you go running for a mile…
Do you see what I see?
A bear a bear I think I saw a bear
Standing straight with hair everywhere
Yes, he’s standing straight with hair everywhere
Do you smell what I smell?
A smell. A smell
That could make you faint as well
So strong you’d have to move right along
Yes so strong you’ll be running right along
Do you hear what I hear?
A crack. A crack I heard a branch crack
Who could make a sound like that?
Yes who could make a branch crack like that?
Do you feel what I feel?
The stare. The stare…
Coming from over there,
Yes coming from way over there
Yes there is something definitely standing over there…
Do you know what I know?
Bigfoot is real. Yes he’s really really real
And he’s standing right over there
And it’s definitely not a freakin bear…
Listen to what I know…
He’s real. He’s real
It’s quite a big deal
And he’s standing out here in the snow
And you better be ready to believe if you go…
Just some holiday fun. Have a great Christmas Eve!
And she came with her siren song
“And she comes to us singing her siren song
To lure us out to the trees one by one
This lady of the forest
Is no true lady at all
She has a tail we can’t mention
And her back was made of bark and hollow
The men come back with no energy to stand
They are so weak now they can’t lift a hand
Oh how do we resist this siren foe
When she comes at night
Standing there baring all near the campfire glow
We’re doomed because there is nothing else we can see,
Nothing else we can know…”
I hope everyone is having a great Monster Monday, this monster, The Huldra or Lady of the Forest is from Swedish folklore,
She tempts men to the woods and drains them of their energy. She is said to have a tail and a hollow bark back.
Have an awesome evening…
Once in the Freetown Forest, I had an overwhelming feeling that I wasn’t alone. I felt overwhelmed and nauseous. I want to state though, that I didn’t feel threatened, just overwhelmed. My sister snapped a pic of me that moment and got a shot of me surrounded by light with a weird clear orb near my face. (Many have seen this pic already but I’ll include here again).
I didn’t see that as it was happening, I just knew something was happening. People report strange sightings of light in the woods all over the world. And often times it is followed by, or before a bigfoot sighting, and on some occasions a UFO sighting.
Every camp in the high strangeness community has different theories as to why this phenomenon could be happening. Bigfoot is an alien, the orbs are alien. You get the idea. And really? We don’t know what’s happening. We just know something odd is happening.
If we leave out the “bigfoot is an alien” part. There is something that possibly ties all three together without the bigfoot is a flesh and bone camp and bigfoot is inter dimensional camp going at it. May even be tolerable to the Ufologists as well.
If we believe that we aren’t the only intelligent life in the universe, and we believe to that they are studying us, why would they not also be studying bigfoot? He’s a life form on this rock too is he not? Maybe the orbs in the forest ARE coming from a ufo and they are checking out the big guy too, maybe snatching up one or two of them. And while all of the insanity is happening here comes the bigfoot researcher wandering through the forest at night as he/she always does and walks right into this melee.
It is possible all could be seen together…at the same… in the same spot. This is one of the reason I never brush anyone or anything off as crazy.
And In just my final little say on what one kind of orb or light could be is, there is so much energy on this planet from life forces. So much life and death happening daily. That energy, I feel could present itself as an orb or light. Does that sound crazy to you?
Have a great Monday everyone…
Art by Steve Baxter
You can see his work and contact him here…
https://mysteriesillustrated.art/sasquatch
Photos are my own
Insane thoughts by me for another weird thing I’ve found in the woods….
I haven’t tortured you with a poem in awhile…happy Monster Monday!
“She rises from the deep
Black of eyes,
Hair of red
Claiming bodies and souls
As she rises from the dead
Spawning from deep on the ocean floor
Where her body lays no more
She comes up to feed,
then goes back to the deep
In her soul there is only darkness,
Bitter from her drowning demise
She comes for those who tell their lies
She was cold hearted before
But now there is only evil that awaits on the ocean floor
Only when she claims enough souls
Can she stay on the surface
Then her evil will lay before us
She must be destroyed
This evil can not walk the land
There will only be blood upon the sand
She dreams of revenge
For her untimely end
Racking up the bodies
Taking them where the water is murky
Only one thing will stop her reign of terror
Finding those that let her sink to the bottom forever….”
Poem by me titled From the Deep
Art the Crimson Mistress
