Agency of Light upon Nitrate of Silver

The darkening act of nitrate of silver under the rays of the sun had been long known, but no attempt was made to apply this fact until the Apparitions and Visions Acts of 1802.


Also known as “Clara’s Trick”, the most accurate and beautiful representations are obtained through this agency of light and shadow. Miracles recorded in the Muratorian Plates (fig 37a) are accepted as canonical, though The Sources of the Acts cite the untrustworthiness of May-Brooke, the Historian of Penumbras, rendering dubitable all references to luminous flux incidents.

Ghost Story: “A goat in the room…”

You ask me tonight if I believe in ghosts. It sounds silly to me to say this, but yes, I believe in ghosts because I’ve seen a ghost. I want to make this clear because the last person didn’t believe me. I’m telling you this in all honesty. There are shades and shadows of souls, and they are around us all the time, but everyone cannot see them. As with my family many can see. My grandfather could, my dad, my auntie and occasionally me also, but my mom and grandma and uncle couldn’t even by looking at them directly, by me pointing out and speaking out loud about them. This caused some hilarious moments with my grandma as she became very hard of hearing. One night we were in our living room, I was sitting by the fire and she was near the bird cage, reading a book. I felt a cold draft, and felt a presence in the room. I told gram that there was a ghost. She kept thinking I said “a goat in the room.” It kind of made me laugh, and took the fear and dread from the experience.

Night Shot

Night Shot at Country Cemetary

It is difficult persuading you regarding the fright inside of me. Fright . , dog Django, , close to , , 50 feet, freaked , Django …. , Django, in the presence of – . . . who knows? and a hard snarl of the lowthroat. I frequently nightwalked my dog, but in the slow life of a small county, came on top of one native graveyard. We halted close to the slightly open gate (we portray here) and Django started to snarl this bodydepth utterance. Something was becoming incandescent  just off camera, to the right, approximately 50 feet. I age-freaked seriously for this, and Django remained in snarl. He would not be moved onward. This picture is of the door opened on this cemetery. The light would not be depicted in camera. I understand that this test probably does not swim regarding what I saw, or what Django detected, but I was in the powerful presence of something. I know this to be true. 

The following day I was going back to look, looking for what might have fostered incandescence. The little graveyard was really completely pretty and calm. Some of the gravestones had inscribed dates middle into the 1800’s.

Email from the Southwest U.S.


Tell me about the photo you took near Gallup. That’s a piece of work. Is it for real? Maybe it’s a skinwalker. You know about them, right? I used to hear some weird stories when we were a little closer to Four Corners. One that I can vaguely call up had to do with an out of the way dirt road, a late night drive, and a human/cat sort of hybrid that ran alongside the car for a while, on the edge –where the headlights met the shadow. And then disappeared. There’s a whole nother tradition of ghosty stuff down south of us in El Norteno but I haven’t heard as many of those tales. I like the idea of these shadowy souls floating around though, like a lot of things I’ve never personally experienced, I place it in my “i don’t know file.”
Anyhow cool stuff.



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