Do you know of anywhere in Leeds or the surrounding areas which are known for strangeness (not Elland Road!) , cryptozoological sightings, hauntings, places of note, general Forteana etc?
stonedoggy said:nothing specific but the walk from near the stationto the craft market which takes you unde the station arches, through the dark bits and then over the roaring canal (still under the arches) gggives me and a nimber of sensible friends the shudders!
stonedoggy said:not "ritual sacrifice in the days of youre"?????? yeeeee----HA
I've woeked on more than one site where the first digger to come up with something which could believavly be labelled "of unknown but ritual use" got free beer.
Never took long... not if your mind works in the right way anyway.
Glad others knew about the arches and canal... reading back my description I realised that it sounded too daft to be true!
It escaped and is responsible for all those times when you drop a book or other heavy object on it but when you move the object there is no body.lordmongrove said:Number 8 Rokeby Gardens was the focus for a two year experiment to create a tulpa or thought form in the shape of a giant spider.
Hi, I'm Richard Freeman.
It was me who did the two year experiment in thought form creation. It was in the basment of a student house in Rokeby Gardens. I can't recall the number now, but I think it was number 8. I used meditation and strobe lights to get into altered mental states and visulized the giant spider on the altar. As well as this I placed an old biscuit tin in a crawl space behind a tiny wooden door in the wall of my room. In the book was an account of an occultist who had foud some cursed tome in an old book shop in Hebbdon Bridge and summoned up an inter-dimensional spider god, Atlach-Nacha, mentioned by Clark Ashton Smith in his story The Seven Geases. The occultist goes mad and says he is going to kill himself out on the moors. The gateway is left open in the cellar. I did this in the hope some future tennant (not David) would read it, become alarmed and go down into the cellar and find the playpen of evil!
The party Crazy Jane mentioned [see thread] was the second one where I got everyone chanting its name round the altar like that scene in the Dr Who story Planet of the Spider with Jon Pertwee - where the monks chant to summon up giant psychic spiders. The idea was to feed the tulpa or thought form. During the first year I was doing this, there was a swarm of huge house spiders in Leeds! I twice saw a vistion of a white spider four feet across, once in the altar room and once at the bottom of the stairs leading down into the cellar. It seemed flat and two dimentional. I didn't think it had any objective form outside of my mind. Before O left i rigged the cellar light to explode, left the altar in situ together with a white mask covered in dead flies and walls bedecked with symbols and pages from surrealist artist Max Urnst's Seven Days of Kindness.
Years later i bumped into a guy I used to share the house with. He told me that a born-again Christian had opened the little door, found the little alcove, seen the little box and read the horrid little book! He raced down to the basement and in the flash of an exploding lightbulb saw the spider god's lair.
Apparently two priests exorcised the house and the altar was burnt in the back yard. RESULT!!!! [Yith: minor typos and spacing corrected for clarity]
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