Hello everyone. I joined in a 2-hour radio show on Sunday (May 29th) with Della on Steve Genier’s “Evil Cabal Radio” (seriously, the name of this episode) with his other two presenters Alex (the ‘vampire’) Rondini and Zena Hagerty. Another guest also invited was Gareth Davies of Mindset Central and the subject was basically ghosts and the paranormal and the emergence of numerous cults and sects (including the ‘darker’ and more ‘possessive’ ones).
These topics were obviously discussed in some detail but one that did cause great amusement was the actual name of the broadcast, “The Evil Cabal”. Everyone was all in howls of laughter (especially Zena Hagerty) at the concept that we were all potentially ‘evil’, and I had to clarify that this was only a title given to us by a certain individual who posted on the Internet under a variety of false aliases; that anybody who dared to associate with one David Farrant (let alone be a friend of his) must be ‘evil’. This person had asserted that this was because that I (David Farrant) was ‘demonically possessed’ and that he had invited myself to be ‘exorcised’ by full members of his group to be exorcised (by the same group) at his at his small bungalow home in Bournemouth. This occurred in 2008 and this person had asserted privately that one of the conditions was that this must be completely without ‘any publicity’.
Fair enough, except for one thing . . . the person had made this personal challenged to myself via a local North London newspaper (which again, evoked more peals of laughter!).
The show is now in the archives on New Visions Radio, but the link to the link is a little difficult to follow as it only takes you to the main New Visions page.
I was contacted earlier this year by a lady called Sharon Clarke from County Antrim who was preparing a book focused on paranormal activity, ghosts and legends and paranormal investigations pertaining to Northern Ireland.
I am pleased to report that Sharon’s book is now available in bookshops and online, and am very excited about seeing the final result – “A paranormal collage of one woman’s involvement with the paranormal arena and her fight to promote parapsychology.”
Sharon is a hard-working mother of eight, who also keeps horses, but still manages to find time to conduct thorough research into the supernatural. Over the last few months we have had many involved conversations upon this subject, and I am proud to be able to promote her new book on my blog.
From the official promotion:
Voice in the Dark is available to order now from Amazon cost £15.99. It is a beautiful keepsake thanks to the images provided by obscura prints and Abandoned N.I. There are nearly 20 HD prints within the book.
Its contents features also contributions from paranormal celebs such as Jeff Belanger (Ghost Adventures writer and researcher), David Farrant (President of the British Psychic and Occult Society), Christine Hayes (Renowned medium and demonology expert and co-ordinator of ghosts n’ all things paranormal ),Greg Lawson (paranormal acclaimed author, of whom one of his novels will be soon a movie)..and Marty Stalker (Writer and Director of Hostage To The Devil, a film about the exorcist priest Malachi Martin).
This book will put Northern Ireland on the paranormal map as it has many local cases and in depth writings on local locations and investigations.
My own contribution involves an interview I recently gave to its author Sharon Clarke about the paranormal and psychic investigations.
The following article about ley lines first appeared in my book Dark Journey published in 1999.
David Farrant inside reputedly haunted Borley Church in 1979
In fact, I first visited the site of Borley Rectory with its extant church in 1979 and was immediately struck by a spiral arc of dense cloud that seemed to eclipse the immediate landscape. It was almost like looking at a rainbow, but made of clouds instead of having any transparent colour. This appeared to meet the horizon in front of Borley Church and join it again somewhere behind the church in the distance. Apart from this anomaly, the sky was almost clear apart from slight wisps of high cloud lying high above this lower mass.
I was with psychic medium Colette Sully on this particular summer’s day, but found the church locked; although a hand written notice pinned to the door gave directions for interested visitors to find the local caretaker who lived nearby in the tiny village. She was a pleasant lady in her fifties, and she trustingly reminded us to sign the visitor’s book for any opinions or comments. She said that she had not had any ‘ghostly experiences’ inside the church, but her husband had (who was out at the time) when he was leaving the church one evening. If I wanted to ask him about it when I returned the key – and if he was back by then – I’d be more than welcome. Unfortunately he wasn’t, and we had to make our way back to London, but we nevertheless managed to obtain some good interior photographs of the church . . .
LEYS – A MYSTERIOUS MYTH OR A STORY UNTOLD?
THE 20TH CENTURY might have heralded a turning point in scientific knowledge, discovery and intention, but virtually none of this ‘human knowledge’ (because humans we are, and humans we remain) seems to have one iota closer to solving or understanding the numerous cases of unexplained phenomena world-wide which just will not seem to ‘go away’.
Amongst multiple categories of these cam be included … UFO’s, crop circles, (the strange appearance of precise geometrical formations that appear in isolated fields overnight, precognition (an ability by some people to ‘see’ – through vivid dreams or visions – events that have yet to take place) and telekinesis, another faculty possessed by some that enables them to move objects without the aid of any physical contact.
There are numerous other examples of unexplained phenomena, of course, which from a material or scientific point of view can neither be understood or explained, and these include the psychic abilities of some mediums and clairvoyants whose ‘powers’ apparently enable them to make people contact with spirits and forces unseen. There are too, of course, the numerous sightings of ghostly apparitions (whether of ‘people’, animals or even scenes of places or landscapes which have long since disappeared into history) which, over the years have been witnessed and reported by so many people.
The possibility that ‘ghosts’ might exist in their quite literal sense is one, in fact, often seized upon by vehement sceptics who seem to want to ‘debunk’ the entire field of psychic research. Assuming that all witnessed cases of unexplained phenomena must automatically relate to figures in white sheets that go around ‘groaning’ or ‘clanking chains’, or even ‘carry their heads’, materialists frequently use this misguided criteria as an example of the absurd and argue, perhaps understandably, that if these portray typical examples of ghosts and the unknown; then all similar legends and reports can safely be based on nonsense.
They would be absolutely right, of course; but only if such an assumption was based upon a supposition that was correct in the first place.
Fortunately however, the workings of genuine psychic research and the opinions and conclusions of those involved in it, do not quite work that way! In fact, dedicated psychic investigators would almost certainly be in full agreement with hardened materialists in that the whole concept of spookily-clad figures ‘wailing in the night’ can be ascribed to sheer fantasy.
But it is only a brief meeting point for, leaving more frivolous types of ghosts aside, dedicated researchers are aware that there is much more to the field of psychic research; not least its quest to understand unknown Laws in the Universe than could possibly be responsible for the numerous unexplained phenomena reported world-wide which, so far, no physical laws or any amount of material theories or reasoning, have been able to explain …
The possible existence of ley lines, (which, as already explained, are ‘lines of energy’ that cross the earth’s surface and might be responsible for the occurrence of many psychic phenomena), could be cited as just one example where modern science or ‘intellectual reasoning’ has entrapped itself within material boundaries and left behind ‘jewels of knowledge’ rich in potential wisdom, but luckily, not so easy for the taking.
A discourteous statement? Perhaps not. For if the protagonists of scientific research with all its available computerised technology, ever came to dream that there might exist some nebulous energy outside the scope of their text books, they would be among the first to try and exploit it, would they not?
Ley lines are, in fact, lines of energy that run in exact form across the earth’s surface and although the secrets of this energy are now all but lost, they were known (at least, to a much higher degree) to ancient mankind who were much more dependent on natural forces in Nature and within the earth itself.
Accordingly, far more advanced in the understanding of this potent – though natural – energy, ancient man was instinctively drawn to ley lines, building his settlements and early places of worship on or around them, using them for navigation purposes when travelling or hunting game and to utilise their qualities for his spiritual well-being. Essentially, ancient man was ‘drawn’ to these invisible lines understanding that they contained great wealth and power; indeed, they were so important to his life-style that he ‘mapped’ them with stone markers and monuments over vast areas of terrain, and this, with the awareness that an understanding of Nature’s secret forces could help determine his very survival.
Ley lines usually run in precise alignment across the earth’s surface and although many have been seemingly ‘lost’ among the teaming vicissitudes of the 21st century (many of their markers having long since vanished into obscurity or lines themselves buried deep beneath the concrete jungles of modern civilisation) they are nevertheless still ‘there’ and no amount of human theories or conjecture can in any way affect their validity.
But perhaps what is not so well known about ley lines, and the mysterious forces associated with them, is that many reported cases of ‘ghosts’ – or ghostly phenomena – and other unexplained happenings, just happen to occur along the course of ley lines.
To take just one example of ley lines and their possible connection with ghostly phenomena, one only has to look at the famous case of Borley Rectory which was said to be ‘considerably haunted’; not, least by the well known psychic investigator Harry Price.
Indeed, from the 1920’s until well into the mid 1930’s, Borley Rectory acquired a fearsome reputation of being haunted by several different ghosts, in particular, by a phantom nun and a poltergeist that had a habit of immobilising physical objects in the air in direct view of witnesses; bottles of wine rising mysteriously from shelves and bricks and being suspended in mid air before suddenly crashing to the ground. ‘Phantom footsteps’ were frequently heard at night and sometimes a ‘goblin-like figure was seen inside the Rectory, whilst outside in the grounds, a ghostly nun was frequently witnessed by several different people. Events and sightings such as these continued unabated for many years, until the Rectory was eventually destroyed by a mysterious in 1939.
Whatever the truth behind all these tales (and most of these have been so well documented that further repetition would be unnecessary) is now impossible to tell. But it is an interesting fact that Borely Rectory itself was situated directly on a spot where at least two ley lines converge; indeed, still do.
Speculation or fact? Well, as its name might suggest “Borely” (a “bore” literally meaning a “tidal wave of great force”) was obviously originally named thus because of its position on a ley line and it is reasonable to assume (as is the case with many ancient monuments and sites) that the significance – if not importance – of ley lines was recognised by early architects and planners – even later architects and planners. (It is a matter of fact that when Borely Rectory was built in 1863, it was constructed upon the site on Borely Manner built in 1042, and before this, a Benedictine Abbey was said to stand on the site.) That this understanding was later lost is really academic for, like a meandering wave on a stormy sea, the energy in ley lines is never actually ‘lost’; although it can remain in a dormant state.
The Borely story is, of course, well known but, despite its destruction all these years hence, stories of ghostly phenomena still abound there. One of these is the ghostly nun who is still reported gliding along a certain walk-way which fell within the grounds of the old Rectory; while adjacent Borley Church only yards from the old Rectory site, has been plagued with stories of ghostly phenomena, even in years just gone. Back in the 1960’s (in the days when the church was still unlocked to the public), one group of aspiring ghost hunters reported hearing distinct –though unexplained – sounds and witnessing strange lights while they were keeping a vigil inside the church at night.
Yet perhaps all this is not so surprising if we remain in the context that a good number of ghostly figures might have a connection with ley lines; or rather, that such lines may be directly responsible for numerous cases of ghostly phenomena that are reported on and around them.
David Farrant, President, British Psychic and Occult Society.
I thought as it is May Day, and to perhaps get away from the sad tone of my last couple of Blogs following the passing of Jon Randall in April, you might like to read a true ghost story taken from my book Dark Journey published in 2004. It took place in an old deserted Manor House called Bloxworth situated not far from Bere Regis in Dorset. Members of the British Psychic and Occult Society (BPOS) first visited the area in 1979 to try and shed some fresh light of some reputed hauntings in the Dorset area. Bloxworth had been made a priority, because the host of ghostly stories that surrounded the place, which at that time lay forlorn and empty and invited intriguing speculation. The problem is (and as is commonly the case with unsolved ‘ghost mysteries’) local rumour can rarely bring psychic investigators closer to obtaining first hand accounts that are so essential in separating fiction from fact, and fact from legend. So it was with some satisfaction that local enquiries in the area led to four people who had actually had direct experience of Bloxworth’s eerie phenomenon when they were all friends as students in 1968. It was a striking physical manifestation; but each of them swore to its actual validity . . .
MIDNIGHT MANSION VIGIL
AN UNUSUAL ghost story with overtones of the macabre, if not incredulous, comes from a lady who recalls an event that happened in the late summer on 1968 – an experience, in fact, that was to leave a deep impression on her memory.
Sue, from Harefield, in Middlesex, was at the time a struggling student living in a bed-sit in Dorchester, and one evening returned there with some friends after having been to a local disco. She was with her best friend, Susan, and their two boyfriends, Adrian; and John, who was Sue’s fiancé. They had all gone back for a coffee and a late night chat.
It was a miserable night, rain having fallen continuously and, after discussing various topics, the conversation somehow turned to ‘ghosts’. At first, the discussion was a somewhat light-hearted affair (and was more than likely encouraged by the dismal conditions outside), but it was really Sue’s contribution that provoked most interest when she insisted that there was an old deserted house called Bloxworth Manor near a small village where she lived, some ten miles or so away from Bere Regis. Several sinister tales were connected to Bloxworth Manor and Sue emphasised that locals would never venture near the place at night.
Whilst listening to this story with a fair amount of ‘scoffing’, Susan and the two boys nevertheless insisted that they should pay a visit to the old manor house; if for no other reason than to satisfy their curiosity and prove such things did not really exist. Sue shrank from this proposal and argued that there could be some substance to the local stories that had given the manor – house its fearful reputation. But she was outvoted by the others and a little while later, determined to explore the place, they persuaded Sue to go and they set off in John’s car.
They arrived at Bloxworth Manor just before 2 a.m. and somehow managed to scale the wrought iron gates, which were topped by rusty barred wire and ‘guarded’ the long tree-lined drive that led to the house. The night was overcast and very dark, and although it had stopped raining, the ground was very muddy and intermittent splashes of water were still dripping heavily from the trees.
Cautiously, they felt their way forward along the muddy drive, unable to see more than a few feet ahead – even a pair of brilliant white trousers worn by Susan were barely distinguishable in the darkness.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity of stumbling down the drive, the oblique outline of the house came into view, looming menacingly against the dark skyline; a sky so dark, in fact, that no stars were visible to offer any semblance of normality.
A large lawn was scarcely visible in front of the mansion, the darkness making it appear like some foreboding swamp that warned against the intrusion of any human foot.
Suddenly, Sue exclaimed that she had seen a flash of light in one of the darkened windows. The others reasoned this must be a tramp sheltering in the building, but mounting apprehension coupled by a growing sense of unease about their surroundings, persuaded them to return to the entrance.
They started back, Sue last, but after a few yards something compelled Sue to look back, and another flash of light from the darkened mansion caught her eye. She stood, transfixed to the spot, and the next moment, a ‘shimmering light’ glided from the mansion and, in the form of a quivering column of fluorescent light, appeared in front of her on the lawn.
In her own words …
“I can see it to this day. It was a tall phosphoric light that moved across the lawn from the mansion and ‘stood’ in front of me. It was over seven feet tall taking the shape of a man of sorts, but rippling and trembling, its head seeming to move back and forth into the shining column.
I don’t know how long I stood mesmerised with fear, but I remember calling out … ‘John’, ‘John’, and he was suddenly at my side.”
In fact, alerted by Sue’s cries, the others had run back to go to Sue’s aid, and although Susan and Adrian had not actually see the ‘shimmering apparition’, an overbearing ‘sense of evil’ seemed to have descended on the surrounding area, and none were in any doubt that, whatever it was, possessed some kind of ‘demonic intelligence’ and was intent on making them quickly leave.
Without second thoughts, the group ran back up the dark driveway, desperate to reach the relative safety of the car. As they drove off, anxiously glancing into the retreating darkness, any previous scepticism was replaced by a relieved sensation that they had all had a lucky escape.
But Sue was the one who was worse affected. In fact, by this time, she was shaking and crying, unable to come to terms with her encounter with this unearthly spectre. In an attempt to reassure herself that the whole thing had not been her imagination, she said to John … “You did see it, didn’t you?” “Yes”, he replied, trying to steady his voice, “I wish I hadn’t. What on earth was it?”
This question, of course, remained unanswered, but the whole episode left a vivid impression upon the group, especially upon Sue and John who slept with the light on for a long time afterwards, unwilling or unable, to face the dark.
But this was not quite the end of this nocturnal adventure … The next day, under the reassuring safety of daylight, the four returned to the mansion to look for any clue that could have shed light on the previous night’s events.
The mansion still lay gloomy and foreboding, although daylight revealed that the house was securely locked and bolted, and would not have offered easy access to any nightly visitors, such as tramps.
But ‘clues’, there were none; and although their footprints were still quite visible on the muddy drive (especially where they had ‘ran for their lives’,) the grass where the ‘thing’ had appeared was completely undisturbed.
It seemed that the ‘mansion mystery’ would go unresolved; although one further factor in the story was to add a peculiar twist, if not dimension, to the events …
Later that day, when they visited Sue’s home in Bloxworth, her mother said (without even knowing about the night’s events), that a strange occurrence had taken place the previous night. At about 2 a.m. and all the dogs in the village had started howling and barking, a crescendo so prolonged that it had been remarked upon by many people in the village. No explanation for the dog’s ‘mass howling’ had been forthcoming. But it was a strange coincidence that this had occurred at virtually the same time that the intrepid group had encountered the ghostly apparition in the grounds of Bloxworth Manor.