The Strange Case of Patrick G (Part 2) Crypto-Zoological Creatures, Orbs and Milky Mists.

Continued interview with Patrick G, 80yr old man, Ireland, on his paranormal experiences.

Although the next incident seams slight to me and could very quickly be thrown away as a coincidence, Patrick thought it significant.  It struck him as otherworldly.  And perhaps it was.  I should say off the bat that Patrick is not religious, he was reared catholic but considers himself agnostic.  This incident happened when he was about twenty-seven years old, circa 1971.  I only mention it because something in his intuition considered it unusual.

I hit the record button.

‘It was All Souls, November 1^st, a big time for religious services in the church, and I remember coming home that evening.  I was after getting my first car, it was a Morris Minor, a green Morris Minor, two door, it had belonged to a doctor’s daughter, it was nearly brand new.  I loved it.  Well, I could do anything with cars.  I could pull them apart and put them back together.  Learned everything from me father, he was as good as any mechanic. 

So, this evening, All Souls evening, oh, I’d say it would be around half seven, eight o’clock, me mother says anyway, yez are bloody heathens in this house, you never say a prayer for the dead, you know the way, yez wouldn’t say a prayer for the dead, yez are nothing only a shower of pagans or heathens.  She gave us an awful lambasting. 

Anyway, I had to go to the village that evening, and I don’t know why, but I said to meself I’d go round by Killure where the old graveyard is.  I have a sister buried there.  And just passing the graveyard, I was saying Lord have mercy on me grandfather, and me grandmother, and me little sister when all the electrics in the car went out.  The lights, it wasn’t a lit-up dashboard, just a round glass, and it had the milage, and the lights and the ignition and the oil pressure, the whole thing went dead, and the car rolled to a stop. 

Now, that car was spotless, it was shining, new plugs, nothing wrong with it, the car was the same as the day it came out of the showroom.  Everything done, one hundred percent.  And here it rolls to a halt on a straight bit of road and dies on me.  I said what the heck, there must be a loose wire. 

I got a Luddy torch, and I opened the bonnet, had a look, pushed all the wires, plugs were in, the ignition coils, everything was grand.  I sat back in and pulled the choke and pulled the starter.  Nothing.  Dead.  Everything still dead.  I checked everything twice.  Repeated everything twice. Tried starting her again.  Nothing.  Still dead.  That’s when I said to myself, it’s not going to start.  I’ll have to head back.  Pull her in.  And it was then that I noticed where the car had stopped. 

The car had come to a halt right in front of the gate to the cemetery.  After that, I got a feeling down the back of me neck and I just turned on the ignition, pulled the starter and she lit up, everything came on and I drove away.’

Did you say your prayers?  I ask him, laughing.

‘I did…or did I? - I didn’t.  I didn’t say the prayer.  I didn’t say it.’

We laugh.  Patrick knows it’s a slender piece of nothing, but the eeriness of the car dying next to the graveyard where his family members are buried unsettled him enough to repeat the memory and test to see if I think it’s peculiar too.  We agree it is unusual but could be dismissed as a coincidence.

However, the set up to the incident has a theatrical quality that is impressive.   The conversation about the dead, the fact that it was All Soul’s night, the mysterious accuracy of the car stopping in the perfect location. The dramatic tension feels contrived.  The whole event fizzles with the curious sensation of intersecting subtleties.  Do the dead have force? Do they want to be remembered? Could the dead influence the living?  Can the dead direct conversation?  Can the dead cause electrical failure?  Can the whole idea be blown away by a gentle gust of wind, a sigh? 

Yes. 

But something of the peculiarity lingers.  Keep these questions in mind because later I will relate how something just might be going on here. 

That afternoon I dismissed the story as a coincidence.  Nothing more.

I continue recording him.

The next experience Patrick tells me about is altogether stranger, and, as he recounts the story, he is nervous.  Nervous that I will pathologize the experience in some way.  He doesn’t know how to tell me.  He’s worried I will think he’s mad. 

I don’t need to outline that paranormal experiences are the great taboo of our age.  If you are reading this article, you will be aware of how people who experience anything paranormal are treated, how they are ridiculed and dismissed.  I promise him that I won’t think he’s mad.  I listen. 

He begins.

‘I got with Maria.  She lived up in Kinsealy in Dublin.  I was coming home from Maria’s house one time; I left about midnight.  There was a road then round to the Baskin, Baskin cottages, a twisty ‘aul narrow bit of road and Charlie Haughey lived down on the left.  But there was one long, straight stretch, and this night I was driving down along that straight stretch of road and there was a dog.  It was a dog.   Now, the minute I saw it I knew there was something strange about it.  Something told me there was something strange about it.  This dog, it seemed to have a sheen or glow.’

What colour was it?

‘Black.  It was the size of a smallish Labrador.  I knew there was something not right about it.  I was just about to pass it when the darn thing stopped.  It looked in my direction.  It hadn’t a dog’s head.’

Pause.

‘This is where you think I’m crazy.’

No.  I reassure him.

‘It had pointy ears and a big round head, and it had the most horrific face that you ever saw, and it laughed.’

I try to get a clearer description.

‘It had a very round head.  And a cat-ish like face.’

Cat-like?

‘A demonic looking cat.  It looked demonic.’

Did it make eye contact with you?

‘It did.  And it laughed.’

And it was illuminated by your car lights.

‘The skin, or the hair, it looked to be a sort of semi sheen or glow.  A glow coming off it.  That’s the first thing I noticed, even in the distance, that it glowed.’

And did you get a terrible fright?

‘I did.  When I saw it, the hair on the back of me neck stood up.  I was afraid.  Do you think I’m mad?  I never mentioned it to anyone before.  I’d have been locked away.’

Pause.

‘The only thing I remember that night, was that there were flashes of lightening that lit up the road in front of me.  No thunder.  No rain. Lightening in the sky, sheet lightening.’

This side note of the electrical storm, the lightening without rain or thunder is interesting.  More recently data is being collected regarding electromagnetism and visions.   

Did it have teeth? I ask.

‘I don’t remember.  I don’t think so.  I remember the eyes.  It had big eyes.  Yellowish eyes and it laughed, it actually laughed.  It stopped, dead on, when I was passing, just before I came to pass it, just before.  It turned its head.’

So, it saw you.  And what did you do?

‘I just put me boot on the accelerator.  I was terrified.  I can still see it to this day, you see the damn thing haunts me.’

We talk a bit more and I wonder if there are any folk legends of a black demon dog in the area.  He didn’t know.  I asked him if he could remember if there had been a crime committed on that stretch of road.

‘I wouldn’t know anything about that, but it wasn’t far down from Haughey’s estate.’ (Charles Haughey one time Taoiseach of Ireland).

Patrick laughs, ‘sure I suppose there were quare things going on in there.’

The idea of crypto-zoological interdimensional creatures is the stuff of folklore and legends, and readily dismissed by serious paranormal researchers.  The paranormal community is doing its best to introduce mappable data as serious-minded researchers explore High Strangeness. 

The crazier stuff is left for the fringe element, as the more technological data is collated.  Respected scientists are stepping up to show that there are in fact quantifiable measurables available for fields that up until now seemed to elude scientific scrutiny.  Scientists like Dr Dean Raddin, Dr Russell Targ, Dr Hal Puttoff and many more have documented evidence that clearly demonstrate telepathy, precognition, telekinesis, and remote viewing among other things, exist. 

At the moment, UAPs dominate the paranormal sector.  The focus is on measurables, a look at Lex Fridman and Retired Naval Officer, Commander David Fravor discussing velocity and wind shear as they measure the speed of the now famous Tic Tac UAP is a demonstration in point.  When Luis Elizondo (former counter-intelligence agent and director of the Advanced Aerospace Threat Identification Program) did a round of interviews during 2021 and 2022, he listed the five observables ad nauseum. 

The way to engage the public with the idea of Aliens is to keep the focus of attention on measurables, how fast, how visible, through what medium?  Air? Water?  Was there a sonic signature? A boom?  Was the machine antigravity? Etc.   The paranormal aspects have not been denied, they have been acknowledged but understandably unexplored, there are too many unknowables, the conversation could become unmoored by the paranormal, with no facts anchoring the information. 

If too much focus is put on paranormal events the mind rejects everything and it’s a case of throwing the baby out with the bathwater, if one set of facts are too crazy, all the facts get polluted by the crazy.

Here, I’d like to draw your attention to the work of Doctor Colm Kelleher, an Irishman and leading scientist.  His LinkedIn profile reads – Experienced program manager in biotechnology and aerospace with successful management of DoD contracts, commercial biotech programs, aerospace ECLSS programs on tight deadlines and under budget.  –  He worked for Bob Bigelow at the National Institute for Discovery Science (NIDs) and was part of the scientific team at Skinwalker Ranch.

I introduce Dr Kelleher here because Patrick’s story curiously chimes with an incident that happened on Skinwalker Ranch and Dr Kelleher’s response and scientific enquiry into the case is of relevance.

Very quickly this is the testimony.

A military officer turned up on Skinwalker Ranch.  He was a sceptic.  Unflappable.  A non-believer.  The team named him Axelrod (after Ingo Swann’s secret agent called Axelrod in his book Penetration).  Axelrod has a paranormal experience.  He tells no one.  Goes home and then his wife has an experience.  She’s looking out the window into their back yard and sees an enormous wolf standing on its hind legs with its arms (paws) folded, leaning against a tree looking at her.  Terrified and dumb founded she decides to say nothing to anyone.  A few days later their teenage children rush into the kitchen and tell their parents there’s a wolf in the yard. The whole family rushes out.  The wolf who had been standing by the same tree, ran off on its hind legs, kicking up dust and leaves in its wake.  Shook to the core, Axelrod tells the NID’s team.

The first thing Dr. Kelleher wondered was, if there was a pathogen at the Ranch that attached to the officer.  Had Axelrod been infected by a virus?  Had he been subsequently infecting others?  He asked, ‘was there some kind of hallucinogen causing visions? Trouble is there were claw marks in the tree.’ Dr Kelleher says.  ‘So, this is not only a mind effect, there are physical effects as well.’

The famous Hitchhiker effect was born.  Both Dr Kelleher and George Knapp have explored this phenomenon in their book Skinwalkers at the Pentagon.

When interviewed by Kurt Jaimungal George Knapp discusses the ‘Dino Beaver’ both Dr Kelleher and a military agent witnessed.  A crypto-zoological creature as bizarre as Patrick’s demon dog.

Further on in the Axelrod story Dr Kelleher says, ‘one of the Axelrod kids got besieged by orbs one night in 2011 and woke up with physical marks on his body, a lot of red welts on his body.’

In Irish fairy lore proximity and contact with the Sidhe or beings from the otherworld usually leave the person with an ‘affliction.’  Sometimes this affliction manifests physically as a sickness, a paralysis, or more frequently as an unsteady state of mind.  Mingled with the affliction can be the awakening of a gift or talent.  For example, many famous fiddle and flute tunes in traditional Irish Folk music are said to have been given to the musicians ‘from the fairies.’  Other gifts include the development of the second sight.

Back to Patrick and his yellow eyed glowing demon dog that looked at him and then laughed.

I would like to conflate two things.  Both may not be connected, but there seems to be some relationship between the sighting of crypto-zoological creatures and orbs.

Axelrod’s son sees an enormous wolf and is subsequently attacked by orbs.  Patrick sees a glowing demon dog and next tells me about seeing an orb.  There is a long lapse in time, years, between the encounter with the crypto-zoological creature and the orb encounter, so as I say both phenomena may be connected, or then again, might not be connected.  It all depends on what time is.

‘The strangest thing happened in the mid-nineties,’ Patrick tells me. ‘Now Dee was gone away, not long.  Dee is my daughter.  I just have the two.  Dee and George.  I was coming down from the village, there’s a gate lodge down there and it was at one of the gate lodges of the local castle.  I was driving slowly, and I round a corner and here, not far in front of me was this red orb.  It was about four hundred yards in front of me.  It was about twelve feet in diameter.  Maybe fourteen feet.’

So, large.

‘Yes.’

How high do you think it was off the gourd?

‘Wouldn’t be any more than fifty or sixty feet.  It was evening, broad daylight.  I was probably after finishing work or getting milk or something.’

On an empty road?

‘At the entrance to the castle, by the lodge.’

And it’s glowing?

‘It was a bit more orange-y than the disc I saw in 1958, but also red-ish.

Did it look like it had a fuzz around it?

‘No.  It looked like the surface of the craft I saw.’

Do you mean it was metal?  

‘I couldn’t say. I don’t know, but it wasn’t see-through or misty.  It was solid kinda looking.’

Any apertures?

‘No.’

Any sound?

‘I was in the car.  I didn’t hear any sound.’

How long did you see it for?

‘It must have been two and a half to three minutes.  Then in the blink of an eye it streaked across to the horizon, to a red dot and vanished in the blink of an eye.’

I ask him multiple questions; did he get a feeling of love emanating from the orb? Did he feel like it was watching him? Was there any heat off it?  Was there any distortion in the air?  Did it flash or change? Any missing time?

The answer every time was no.

‘Not long after that orb, something happened.’ 

Our bed was in the far room, a window, like that one there, that window is eight foot by four foot.  I can’t think in metric.  We hadn’t double glazing, we had just glass.  I made that window myself, out of red deal, it broke my heart to throw it away when we got the double glazing.  But anyway, my aunt was a dress maker, and she made the curtains, they were heavy and lined for to keep in the heat.  They were brown, chocolate-ly brown.  It was night, naturally we were in bed.  My son was down below in the bedroom on the far side, there was a wall between us.  Me son was there right.  Something woke me up.  I looked at the clock.  I don’t know what woke me because I never wake in the middle of the night.  Now, right, something woke me.  I remember looking at the clock.  The room was dark.  I looked at the clock, I had to turn on the torch, a rubberised torch.  I kept a torch by my pillow.  I put on the torch, and I looked at the clock.  It was exactly twenty past two on the clock.  Now the clock had a luminous dial on it, the numbers you could see.  I could still see the hand there at twenty past two.  I just lay back on me side, this side, the head to the bed was next to the far wall, looking out the window.  The wife was the far side of me, snoring her head off as usual and next thing I saw a glow on the window, a sort of light on the window.  Now, I’ll tell you what I thought, I thought that there was a car parked outside the gate with the headlights shining in.  That’s the first thing that came into my head.  The light stayed.  I thought what the hell is this, maybe a courting couple, pulled into my driveway and were parked there with their full beams on.’

Did you hear an engine?

‘No.  I didn’t hear anything.  Anyway, I am looking at the glow coming through the dark curtain and because it didn’t go away, I thought, is there something after happening, or is there someone coming to tell me bad news in the middle of the night.  Not long before a nephew of mine had been killed off a motorbike in England.  That was in my memory.  What the hell, I was thinking, now has something else happened? I was looking at it and then I noticed the light started to get brighter, it grew in intensity.  Whiter.  And it kept getting bright.  Really bright.  And the whole curtain was a soft white, milky glow.  Do you remember the old cinema screens back years ago, maybe you’re too young, that the screen would turn soft white, well that’s the way the curtain was inside.’

Wow.  What did you do?

‘I did nothing.  I did nothing.  I just watched it.’

How long did you watch it for?

Well, I’m supposing what I’m telling you now didn’t last three minutes, maybe less, from start to finish.  From when I first woke, seen the light, looked at the clock – twenty past two.  The light grew in intensity until the whole inside of the curtain was a soft milky white, not glaring, or flat, now here’s where, the next thing, down sort of half ways, that glow turned into a mist or fog, a soft fog or mist, the very same colour a soft milky white.’

Did the mist come into the room a little?

‘It started to come towards me, into the room.  At this point I must have thought what the hell, I remember trying to put me arm around, to put it on the wife’s shoulder, like I didn’t want to waken her or frighten her.  I think the reason I said nothing because if I woke her she’s start shouting, she’d create a racket, wake the kids, I just wanted to keep her quiet.’

But, you were alarmed?

‘No. No.’

And how far into the room did the mist come?

‘It started to come and keep coming towards me, and at that point maybe I did get a bit alarmed, and I put me hand on her and I remember going, I hope to God she stays quiet, and I might have said ‘shhh’ I didn’t want to make a noise.  When I tried to lift my arm, I couldn’t move.  I was paralysed.  I couldn’t move. The next thing I was out.  I was gone.  Never remember anything.  Until the next morning and when I woke the next morning as usual, I remember the whole thing, but what happened in between I could not remember.’

And do you think you might have been visited?

‘I don’t know.  Now right, here’s the thing.  I never mentioned it to anyone.  No one.  Not even herself.  I never opened me mouth to anyone.’

To this day?

‘Oh, I did later.  Years later.  Now.  Here’s the strange part of it.  Remember my son was in the far room.  He had been going to secondary school when it happened.  It was October, November, it was winter, and my daughter was visiting with her boyfriend, and they were sitting and talking in the kitchen, and I was sitting at the table reading the paper.  I wasn’t passing any remarks on what they were talking about, but I remember listening to them.  It might have been around Halloween or something (perhaps All Soul’s night? I wonder thinking of his experience at the graveyard all those years ago).  They asked one another had they ever seen anything strange, a ghost or anything?  No, I never, I never.  The next thing they come to me son George, and he spouted off, well, the only thing I ever saw strange, that ever happened to me.  I remember one night there a few years ago, something woke me and when I woke the room was full of a strange white light. Now as sure as you have that pen in your hand there, I nearly fell.  I wasn’t taking any part in the conversation, but I nearly fell off the chair.  I sat up and took notice.  I stopped reading.  And then next thing he says is.  I saw this strange light and I heard this strange voice in me head saying, don’t be afraid, you won’t be harmed, go back to sleep.

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