Newsletter

Title : AN OCCULTIST'S HONEYMOON
Author : Stories from the book Mysteries of the Unknown...M
Date :

A number of overnight visitors to the Great Pyramid have reported odd
happenings within its walls, but the strangest experience by far was
related by Aleister Crowley, self-styled "Great Beast" of the occult
world.

Crowley was an Englishman who had founded a secret society devoted to
what he called sexual magic. He visited the pyramid on his honeymoon in
1903, declaring his intention to spend a night in the King's Chamber.
Once ensconced there with his bride, he lit a candle and began to read an
incantation. All at once, Crowley later reported, a pale lilac light
bathed the room, allowing him to continue without his candle.

Despite the mystic illumination, Crowley had a rather prosaic complaint
about his bridal suite. The hard stone floor, he said, made sleep
impossible.

Mrs. Crowley's opinion is not recorded.

******************************************************************
A LEAP ACROSS SPACE AND TIME

It was the 'strange, cigar-shaped cloud" he recalled, that gave Bruce
Gernon, Jr., the first hint that his flight on December 4, 1970, would be
out of the ordinary. With his father as copilot, Gernon had just taken
off in his Beechcraft Bonanza from Andros Island in the Bahamas, bound
for Palm Beach, Florida.

Gernon remembers accelerating quickly to avoid the thick cloud, but it
seemed to rise to meet him and then to envelop him. Spying a small
tunnel through the cloud, he dived down, hoping to exit into clear sky on
the other side. But this was no ordinary cloud. "The walls were glowing
white with small white clouds rotating clockwise around the interior,"
Gernon later recalled. The plane seemed to pick up unnatural speed, and
for several seconds, Gernon and his father experienced weightlessness.
Then the airplane exited from the tunnel and entered a greenish white
haze--not the blue sky he had seen ahead.

Trying to fix his position, Gernon was startled to observe his compass
rotating counter clockwise. His navigational equipment would no longer
function and he was unable to make contact with radar control.

Through the haze, he spotted an island and, calculating his flight time,
thought it must be the Bimini keys. Minutes later, Gernon recognized it
as Miami Beach instead. But how could that be? Little more than half
the expected flight time had elapsed.

Landing at Palm Beach, Gernon checked his clock. A trip that normally
took him about seventy-five minutes had taken only forty-five, and he had
burned twelve fewer gallons of fuel than usual.

In the years that followed, Gernon considered himself among the lucky who
lived to tell of an unaccountable journey through the Bermuda Triangle,
having been the victim of an apparent time warp.