When You Go Looking for Bigfoot in Oklahoma and Find Something Stranger.
Bigfoot Research in Oklahoma
What starts as Bigfoot in Oklahoma research doesn’t always stay that way. In Oklahoma, investigator Coleman Atchley and the team at Red Dirt Cryptid Investigations found themselves chasing reports that blurred the lines between cryptids, paranormal activity, UFO encounters, and something much harder to define. The deeper they went, the stranger the phenomenon became.
This conversation started as a discussion about Bigfoot research in Oklahoma and turned into something else entirely. Time slips. EVPs that talk back. The Lady in White showing up where she doesn’t belong. Places where phenomena stack on top of each other like bad architecture.
This is one of those interviews where the lines between categories collapse. Bigfoot. Paranormal. UFOs. Consciousness. The land itself doing something we don’t have language for yet. You’ll hear it unfold in real time.
Coleman didn’t set out to be a documentary filmmaker. He started filming in 2021–2022 with friends who were brand new to Bigfoot research in Oklahoma. The first project was exactly what you’d expect. People learning as they went. Mimicking what they’d seen on TV. Hollering in the woods and cringing later.
But something stuck. The filming. The interviews. The fieldwork. Being in places where people reported encounters. That part hooked him.
After the first documentary, Coleman reached out to Brian of Red Dirt Cryptid Investigations. A message. A meeting. An invite to investigate. That was the beginning of a long collaboration with Brian and Eric, and eventually, Whispers From the Woods.
This time, Coleman wanted to do it differently. Less performance. More research. Something he could watch without embarrassment. In Bigfoot research, there’s a dominant framework. Flesh and blood. A biological species. A primate. Something explainable if we just find the right evidence.
Coleman started there, too.
But the longer you stay in the field, the harder it gets to ignore what doesn’t fit that model. Reports of mind speak. Cloaking. Lights. Experiences that don’t behave like animals.
And then there was the Lady in White.
Coleman jokes that he went looking for Bigfoot and found ghosts. But that experience changed how he understood the work. Not because he suddenly believed in the paranormal, but because he couldn’t unsee it.
When he started researching further, he found something unsettling. The Lady in White wasn’t just a haunted house phenomenon. She showed up in Bigfoot hotspots too. Places where multiple types of phenomena overlap. Not everywhere. But enough to notice a pattern.
Brown Springs doesn’t feel neutral.
Even people who aren’t into paranormal research describe it as heavy. Historically, it’s been a dumping ground. First for bodies in the 1800s. Later for organized crime. Violence layered on violence. Coleman didn’t know that history when he first had his experience. He didn’t research it until afterward.
What he remembers most is the woman’s hair. Wet. Clumped. As if she’d just come out of water. Her clothing looked 1800s. Her face had a Native quality. The possibility that she was a victim, not a symbol, lingers. Speculation, yes. But the land holds memory. And Brown Springs feels like it knows what it’s for.
Bigfoot sightings. Dogman reports. UFO activity. Paranormal experiences. They don’t compete here. They coexist. While filming Whispers From the Woods, the team followed witnesses to the location where a Bigfoot print had been cast. On the walk back, they heard it. A deep, guttural growl. Loud. Close. Too close.
Five times. It faded, then stopped. They searched. Nothing. Brian, who had always leaned toward the flesh-and-blood explanation, couldn’t reconcile it. Whatever made that sound should have been visible. It wasn’t. That moment shifted the entire documentary.
Later, at Brown Springs, while walking near the springs at the base of the cemetery, an EVP was captured. No one reacted at the time. No one heard it. Months later, while editing, Coleman isolated the audio. The voice was clear. Calm. Close.
“Say this place is haunted.”
It sounded like it was spoken directly into Brian’s lapel mic. Coleman wasn’t wearing one. No one remembers speaking. No one reacts on camera. The spectrogram made it stranger. Brian’s voice lights up the screen with layered frequencies, like a normal human voice should. The EVP appears as three faint purple dots. Minimal signature. Wrong shape.
Researchers familiar with EVP work say this happens. Clear voices without human vocal structure.
But that wasn’t the end of it. About thirty minutes after the EVP, the team conducted an EVP session in the cemetery. When Coleman starts the session, something feels off. He forgets how he usually begins. He hesitates.
Then he says it.
“A lot of people say this place is haunted.”
The same sentence. The same phrasing. The EVP had instructed him before he said it. No one knew until months later. Coincidence is possible. But it doesn’t explain why that exact phrase surfaced, unprompted, in a moment of confusion. One theory is subconscious pickup. Another is a feedback loop. Another is time folding in on itself.
Coleman describes another experience where an EVP recorder played audio out of order. Words spoken later appeared at the beginning of the recording. The opening appeared at the end.
It’s rare. But it happens. And it never happens at home. It happens in hotspots. Places where time feels thin. Flexible. Less linear.
I shared my own experience with sessions where language, imagery, and real-world events synced in real time. Not metaphorically. Literally. Birds. Volcanoes. Words spoken in trance were reflected moments later by people unaware of the session.
If time isn’t linear everywhere, then maybe these places aren’t haunted. Maybe they’re unstable. This is the question I couldn’t ignore. Why does the phenomenon keep interacting with Coleman? Not just appearing. Not just happening near him. But responding. Using his words. Folding him into the event.
Coleman doesn’t claim anything special about himself. But he talks about “lighthouse” people. Sensitive individuals who seem to draw activity, whether they want to or not. Not everyone notices. Not everyone reacts. But some people become part of the system. Observers and participants at the same time. That’s when things escalate. Coleman’s position is simple.
Bigfoot is weird.
It always has been.
Eight to nine-foot beings have been seen worldwide. Physical evidence without bodies. Telepathy reported by credible witnesses. Lights. High strangeness. Pretending this is just a primate problem is limiting the research.
At the same time, not everything in the woods is Bigfoot. Tall shadow figures throwing rocks may be categorized wrong simply because of location. If it happened in a house, we’d call it paranormal. In the woods, we call it Bigfoot.
That’s a problem. Without better categories, we can’t sort what’s happening. We just label and move on. Coleman is currently working on a Dogman documentary and preparing for a full-scale project focused entirely on Brown Springs.
Multiple investigations. Historical research. Folklore. EVP work. Time spent letting the place respond. Not chasing proof. Listening. Nothing in this conversation resolves cleanly. That’s the point.
If you’re waiting for the moment where someone explains it all, you won’t find it here. What you’ll find instead is a crack in the narrative. A place where explanations stop working.
The Alison Hartman ET experience began when she was just five years old. What started with a childhood encounter outside her bedroom window would become a lifelong pattern of UFO sightings, unusual entities, and experiences she still struggles to explain.
Alison Hartman is a lifelong ET experiencer from Greenbriar, Arkansas. She’s 42 now, and her first encounter happened when she was five years old. She woke up in the middle of the night, walked back into her bedroom, and noticed the curtains were open. Outside the window, sitting on a desk on the front porch, was a grey alien. Thin, wrinkled, large black eyes. Just sitting there, looking at her.
She didn’t scream. Not because she wasn’t scared, but because she didn’t want to wake her siblings and get in trouble. So she just stood there, staring back. Then she went to bed and looked out the second window. In the backyard was a small saucer-shaped craft, about the size of a van, with blinking red, yellow, green, and white lights. It was sitting on tripod-like legs. She closed the curtain, got into bed, and went to sleep.
The next morning, she was excited. Not traumatised. Excited. She ran around telling everyone what she saw, like it was the coolest thing that had ever happened to her. Her siblings remember it. Her parents don’t. Not long after, something else started showing up.
She would go into the bathroom just to get space from her family, and a glowing green, cartoon-like dog would appear out of nowhere. Floating. With rings around its neck and tail. She named it Bernard. It didn’t talk. It didn’t interact much. It just showed up. And she had the sense it was connected to the same “them.” Like it was checking on her, she told her mom once and got brushed off as having an imaginary friend, so she stopped talking about it.
After that, things went quiet. For decades, there have been no major, vivid experiences. Just interest in the paranormal, typical curiosity, nothing that stood out. Then around late 2020 into 2021, everything came back. Hard. She started having in-person nighttime visits. Not vague impressions. Physical presence in the room. Enough that she started journaling because there were too many to keep track of.
She estimates at least a dozen in-person encounters since then, along with a much larger number of astral interactions and dream contact. She says she can tell the difference between a dream, an out-of-body experience, and something actually in the room. Some of the encounters involved what she describes as medical procedures. Some felt targeted and specific to her. One of the most significant events happened in January 2022.
She was under intense stress at the time, working 70 to 80 hours a week in a high-pressure banking job. One night, after waking up to let her cat out, she lay back down and tried to calm herself with meditation. Halfway through, she felt the air in the room change.
She opened her eyes and saw a being on the other side of the bed, reaching over her husband toward her. She recognised it immediately as non-human. Instead of fear, she felt calm. Curious.
She touched its hand. Then stood up. Another being appeared behind her. Taller. Same general appearance. They took her hands and began moving through the house. At one point, a screen appeared in front of her showing data, including what she interpreted as her frequency. Then they lifted her upward through the ceiling. Her vision went completely black, but she could still hear the environment around her.
When her vision returned, she was in a space that didn’t resemble anything physical. A vast black environment with people sitting in a circle, aware of her presence. Then another room. This one more structured. Green-toned. People standing in rows, rigid, almost vibrating. She was placed in a circle with them.
One of the beings kept pointing to a man nearby and repeatedly asked her if she remembered him. She didn’t. She guessed. Said maybe she knew him from work. Immediately after that, she was back in her bed. What hit her wasn’t fear. It was the feeling that she failed something. Only 45 minutes had passed. That same day, after years with the company, she quit her job. No notice. Walked away from a 20-year career.
Months later, through a chain of coincidences, she saw a documentary and recognised the man from that experience. She reached out to him. He confirmed he had missing time the same day. They spoke, stayed loosely in contact, but never fully understood why they were connected. He later died of pancreatic cancer.
In 2024, Alison had a near-death experience due to pulmonary embolisms. During that experience, she felt his presence again, along with a sense of clarity about everything that had happened. That their meeting mattered. That there was a larger arc she was part of.
Since then, she’s shifted her life. Focused on writing, her podcast, and her work. Her experiences didn’t stop. They continued. She describes ongoing encounters involving different types of beings, though most resemble variations of the “grey” archetype.
Some involve what she interprets as energetic upgrades, especially before travelling to high-energy locations. Others feel more clinical, including procedures involving her body. She’s had experiences that suggest reproductive involvement, which she connects to what others describe as hybridisation programs.
She also has what she believes is an implant near her ear, visible on an X-ray, along with recurring ear ringing and body vibrations that often precede encounters.
In one experience, she was taken outside to two crafts. One tic-tac shaped, one more rectangular. Inside, she saw what looked like a mix of beings and human-like individuals working together. She overheard a discussion about needing to revert to an older method for extracting metal, which led her to believe they were replacing or adjusting an implant.
She woke up with intense ear pain but no physical evidence beyond that. Across all of this, what stands out is her reaction. She isn’t panicked. She isn’t trying to fight it. She questions it. Pushes back at times. Sets boundaries when she can. But overall, there’s a level of acceptance.
She sees it less as random events and more as an ongoing interaction. Something structured. Something that’s been there her whole life, even when it went quiet. She also believes experiences like hers have increased since 2021. That more people are opening up, becoming receptive, or being approached.
Not because something new arrived. But because something that was always there is finally being noticed.
Stories like Alison’s raise larger questions about the nature of contact experiences and high strangeness. For another perspective on these recurring patterns, explore my article on the Ozark Mountain UFO Conference and the unusual conversations happening at the edges of UFO research.
Rush Arkansas Ghost Town sits within the Buffalo National River area and remains one of the most fascinating abandoned towns in the Ozarks. Once a booming zinc mining community, Rush grew rapidly before fading into history, leaving behind stories, ruins, and reminders of Arkansas’s mining past.
Rush is the only ghost town between the Mississippi River and the Rocky Mountains. It sits inside the Buffalo National River Park outside of Yellville, Arkansas. That sounds dramatic. The truth is quieter.
In the 1880s, prospectors flooded the Ozarks chasing rumors of lost silver mines buried in Native lore. They found metallic flakes in the rock and convinced themselves they had struck silver. They built a town around that belief. Tents went up. Wagons rolled in. Men arrived ready to get rich.
In 1886, a smelter was built. In January of the following year, during a test run, green zinc oxide fumes rolled out and crushed the silver fantasy. It was not silver. It was zinc.
Most men walked away. George Chase did not. He bought the claim and formed the Morning Star Mine. By the 1890s, it became the largest mining operation in Arkansas. Seventeen other mines joined the hills. Lucky Dutchman. Dixie Girl. Monte Cristo. Red Cloud. Zinc took over.
Rush grew fast. Workers poured in. They lived in tent cities nicknamed Rag Town. Sewage was an issue. Typhoid was a fear. Labor was brutal. Cave-ins were common. Men hauled ore by wagon over rough roads to Summit or Buffalo City to ship it to Joplin for smelting. Lung disease followed the work. Typhoid pneumonia lingered in the camps.
By 1916 more than 5,000 people lived there. Hotels, barbers, a pool, a general store, and a post office sprang up. At the 1892 Chicago World Fair the Morning Star Mine won a blue ribbon for a 13,000 pound chunk of zinc oxide. It did it again at the 1904 St. Louis World Fair. Arkansas zinc was having a moment.
After World War I, zinc prices collapsed. By World War II the Morning Star shut down. The mills were dismantled for salvage. Families packed up. The post office closed in the 1950s. In 1972 Rush was officially declared a ghost town and folded into the Buffalo National River system.
The Hicks property once held ten acres, a livery, a hotel, a general store, and the only stone building in town. The hotel burned in the 1950s. The store ran until the early 1940s and later became a residence. Today only the fieldstone retaining wall, a staircase, and remnants remain. The site has been digitally reconstructed by the Historic American Landscape Survey and an ESRI Story Map. On paper it still stands proud.
In person, it is mostly quiet wood and stone.
Getting to Rush
Rush is remote in a way that humbles small towns. I live in a place with 2,000 people, a Walmart, a McDonald’s, fiber internet, and reliable cell service. Rush makes that look metropolitan.
It sits sixteen miles outside Yellville, which itself barely blinks on the map. After you leave Yellville, the world narrows. Houses thin out. Farmland gives way to forest. The road twists and drops into green hills.
Cell service disappears completely. Not a bar. Not a flicker. Bring water, snacks, and common sense. The roads are rough in places with dirt and gravel patches that feel like they belong to an off-road trail.
Rush sits inside the national forest. Seeing the ruins means hiking. Wear real shoes. Expect steep, craggy inclines. The path to the Morning Star Mine opening is short on paper and long in your calves.
You will first pass a couple of old wooden houses behind wire fencing. They are the familiar internet ruins. Drive a little farther, and you reach the main site. A small parking area. Informational displays. Steps that climb toward the Morning Star Mill ruins. A looping trail that circles through the remains of the town.
Halfway through, a side trail climbs toward the mine. At the top sits a ventilation hole that many mistake for the entrance. Walk farther, and you find the actual opening sealed with metal slats because the mine is caved in. A second entrance sits beyond it, also sealed, but close enough to feel the mountain’s cracked skin under your fingers.
Another mile down the road stands the stone foundation of the McIntosh Mill. The masonry still holds its shape with stubborn dignity. Farther still lies Rush Landing on the Buffalo River, where you can swim or kayak and hike toward other mine foundations and sinkholes.
It is a beautiful place. It feels untouched by spectacle.
Experiencing Rush
I went with my mom, my sister, and my boyfriend. We hiked the trails, climbed to the mine openings, circled the ruins, and then I did what I always do. I asked everyone what they felt.
The answer was simple. Nothing.
No heavy air. No agitation. No prickling skin. Just quiet.
It felt neutral. Peaceful. Visually stunning, but energetically still. That surprised all of us. Mining towns usually hum with residue. Accidents, hardship, greed, ambition, death. The ground often remembers.
Rush does not seem to cling.
We talked through theories. Maybe the people here had different intentions. Maybe the companies were more straightforward business operations than cutthroat ventures. Maybe when the money dried up, the town simply exhaled and moved on.
My sister pointed out that in many haunted places, something unresolved lingers. Injustice. Suffering. Sudden tragedy that leaves energy behind. Her,e it felt like people left because work ended. They took their lives and their stories with them.
Even the mine openings felt calm. Rubble scattered the mountainside from old blasting, but the earth did not feel wounded. Plants and trees grew over the scars. Nature reclaimed the slopes without drama.
The only subtle impression any of us sensed leaned older than the mining town. More connected to the land itself than to the white settlers who carved into it.
When I got home, I looked up the metaphysical properties of zinc. It is considered a transformational stone. It is said to help with sudden change and to banish grief. It is associated with miners and geologists. Make of that what you will.
The Contrast: Brunckow’s Cabin
I expected Rush to feel like Brunckow’s Cabin outside Tombstone, Arizona. That place is a different story.
Frederick Brunckow developed a silver mine there in the late 1800s. Between 1860 and 1890, twenty-one people were killed in or near the cabin. Most were buried on site. It earned the title of the bloodiest cabin in Arizona history.
Getting there requires a brutal trek across desert terrain, including private property, rocky washes, and a creek crossing. Investigators often get physically ill in the wash before reaching the cabin. Nausea. Sudden weakness. A strong urge to turn back.
Shadows move near the ruins. Voices echo. Rocks fly. The air feels thick and hostile. I have returned multiple times with different groups, and the activity repeats. It is consistent. It is heavy.
Rush felt nothing like that.
My Take
In nearly thirty years of investigating, I have walked through many abandoned places. Most carry some imprint of what happened there. Rush feels resolved.
The ruins sit in the Ozark hills near the Buffalo River, where baptisms once took place. The sky was blue the day we visited. The wind moved gently through the trees. Sunlight filtered over stone and rusted metal.
Even near the mine openings where explosions once cracked the mountain, the energy felt calm. Broken stone lay scattered, but the land did not feel angry.
Rush feels like a chapter that closed cleanly. A town built around zinc. A boom that faded. People who left when the work ended. Nature that stepped in and covered the rest.
It is beautiful. It is quiet. It is not haunted.
And somehow that makes it even more interesting.
If you enjoy forgotten places and Ozark history, you may also enjoy my article on the strange encounters, folklore, and high strangeness stories that continue to emerge throughout the Arkansas Ozarks.
The haunted Vermont farmhouse at the center of this story wasn’t just rumored to be haunted. According to witnesses, it became the site of poltergeist activity, unexplained photographs, missing time, shadow figures, and a growing sense that something unseen occupied the property.
Like many investigators, Paul didn’t start out looking for the paranormal.
The paranormal found him.
What began as strange childhood events in a Vermont farmhouse slowly unfolded into a long series of eerie encounters involving unexplained shadows, missing time during sleep, mysterious photographs, EVP recordings, and something investigators often describe as a “zone of fear.”
In this conversation, Paul shares the experiences that led him down the paranormal path and the evidence that still makes him question what might actually exist beyond the normal world.
Paul grew up in Holland, Vermont, and says his first real encounter with the unexplained happened when he was in fourth grade. At the time he and his friend Justin were just kids watching paranormal shows like Ghost Hunters. The idea of ghosts was more entertainment than reality.mThat changed when Justin’s family farmhouse suddenly became the center of strange activity.
Looking back now, Paul says he wishes they had documented what happened. At the time, they were just kids trying to make sense of something that felt impossible. Even today, he admits the story sounds unbelievable when he tells it. But the experiences were real. And they stuck with him.
Some of the most unsettling events happened during sleepovers in Justin’s bedroom. One night, three of them fell asleep on a futon placed against the wall beneath a window. When they woke up the next morning, all three were in completely different positions than where they had fallen asleep.
Paul had started the night on the edge of the bed. When he woke up, he was now at the window. Justin had somehow ended up half on the floor and partially under the futon. Justin later remembered waking up half inside his closet. None of them remembered moving. And none of them remembered anyone getting up during the night.
For that to happen normally, someone would have had to:
• throw off the blankets
• crawl past the other two people
• step over them in the dark
• and somehow reposition everyone without waking anyone up
None of them recalls anything like that happening. To this day, none of them can explain it.
Another night in the farmhouse produced something even stranger. Paul and Justin looked out the bedroom window and saw a shadow figure outside. The shape was unusual and didn’t resemble anything they could replicate later. Even more confusing was the lighting. They couldn’t determine what could have been casting the shadow, or where the light source could have come from.
Justin also remembers an incident involving an orange juice container that appeared to suddenly explode or fly across the room and hit the wall. Paul wasn’t present for that particular moment, but it’s one of the memories Justin still talks about. Before the farmhouse events, Paul had already experienced smaller moments that he now looks back on differently.
When he was about seven years old, several deaths in his family happened close together. His grandfather died in 1994. Within 24 hours in June of 1995, he lost another grandfather and an uncle. That was the first time he truly understood death.
Around that same time, something strange happened one night in his childhood bedroom. He woke up in complete darkness and tried to leave the room. But he could not find the doorknob. He searched the wall and door over and over again, feeling for it, but it simply wasn’t there. Eventually, his mother opened the door.
She told him the doorknob had been only a few inches away from where he had been reaching the entire time. But for reasons he still can’t explain, he couldn’t locate it. Another strange detail from that house involved the attic. Some nights, he thought he could hear voices coming from above, almost like people laughing and talking.
Later, he wondered if it could have been the television in another part of the house. But at the time, the voices sounded like people gathered together, almost like a group playing cards or talking. Years later, in 2007, Paul and his band visited an abandoned church to take photos for fun. That night, they heard what sounded like a woman screaming in the distance, almost like someone being attacked. They dismissed it at the time because animals can sometimes produce similar sounds.
But the location would become important later.
In 2011, Paul returned to the same area with friends while exploring local haunted locations. When they stepped out of the vehicle near the abandoned church, something immediately felt wrong. Paul suddenly felt overwhelming nausea, strong enough that he thought he might throw up. One friend heard what sounded like a growl.Another thought he heard chains dragging against the church wall.
All three of them experienced an intense wave of fear at the same time. They quickly returned to the vehicle and left the area. The moment they drove away, the feeling disappeared. Paul describes it as stepping into what investigators sometimes call a “zone of fear.” Something about that specific location triggered a powerful physical reaction. Interestingly, Paul says he has visited the site about seven times, but that experience only happened once.
The road near the abandoned church has its own folklore. One story involves a male hitchhiker ghost that people claim to see walking along the road. Another nearby legend involves a woman in whitewho appears along Marble Street in West Rutland. According to one witness, an older man named Frank saw a glowing woman in a veil standing by the road. He offered her a ride. She entered the car. Then vanished.
Stories like that appear across the country, but the Vermont case follows the same pattern that many investigators recognize.
The hitchhiker gets in the vehicle. And disappears moments later.
The event that truly pushed Paul into paranormal investigation happened on October 28, 2011.
While exploring a cemetery with friends, Paul felt something strange to his left. He asked his friend to take a photo. When they looked at the image, something unusual appeared beside him. The photograph shows Paul’s shoulder and arm. Next to him appears to be a floating form. Some people suggested it could be cigarette smoke.
Paul says that the explanation doesn’t fit.
He was smoking at the time, but the smoke in the image looks completely different from the shape beside him.
To him, the form looks like a female figure floating vertically, almost as if it were demonstrating it could move in ways a human body cannot.
When the image is zoomed and rotated, Paul believes he can see:
• hair
• a face
• a gown
• and possibly a raised hand
Five months later, Paul and his friends returned to the cemetery to see if anything else would happen. They recorded audio while taking photos. At one point, Paul thought he heard a voice whisper:
“What is that?”
The voice seemed to be reacting to the equipment they were holding. He had a voice recorder. His friend had a camera. As if whatever was present had never seen those objects before. Later, they took more photos. One image appeared to show particles or condensation forming unusual shapes in the air.
Another photograph captured something that looked eerily similar to the raised hand from the original image. To Paul, the shape looks like the same hand appearing again, but more clearly formed. Looking at the photos together, we discussed what the shapes might represent.
To Paul, the original image looks like a floating female spirit raising its hand. To me, the shapes in the photo resemble something else entirely. Almost like a creature on all fours, possibly with wings. That raises a fascinating possibility that appears in many paranormal cases.
Multiple witnesses can observe the same phenomenon. But each person perceives it differently. Some investigators believe these entities might not have a fixed form at all. Instead, they may appear differently depending on the person experiencing them. Which raises the bigger question.
Are these beings physical?
Or are they something more like energy that our minds interpret into shapes we recognize?
Reports of poltergeist activity and unexplained encounters aren’t limited to Vermont. You may also enjoy my investigation into the Hopkinsville Goblins encounter and the strange events that continue to puzzle researchers decades later.
The Hopkinsville Goblins case has fascinated UFO researchers, paranormal investigators, and high-strangeness enthusiasts for decades. While attending the Ozark Mountain UFO Conference, I found myself following a strange trail of conversations, synchronicities, and unexpected connections that all seemed to circle back to the famous Kentucky encounter.
This was part of a larger trip, and if you’ve been following along, you know the conference itself was its own strange little ecosystem of UFO researchers, experiencers, remote viewers, late-night conversations, and the usual blend of sincere curiosity with just enough weirdness to keep things interesting.
One of the conversations happening around the conference involved SRV, a form of remote viewing that differs from traditional CRV. And whether you believe in any of that or not, I’ve noticed something over the years: when you’re in alignment with something, synchronicities start showing up like they got your forwarding address.
Now, I am not a “run up to TV people and demand selfies” person. Absolutely not. I’ve been in paranormal spaces way too long to get starstruck over cable television. Most of that world is heavily produced anyway, and I’m constitutionally allergic to pretending otherwise.
At AlienCon, I mostly sat quietly, observed people, posted content, and watched the circus unfold from a safe emotional distance.
That is my natural habitat.
But at the Ozark conference, I had just spent time in the car talking about Ben Hansen’s Hopkinsville Goblins episode for the podcast, and suddenly the universe shoved him directly in front of me at the conference meet-and-greet.
So I made a decision.I was going to be that person.
The Friday night meet-and-greet was smaller and quieter than the Saturday event probably was. My mom had gone to the convention as a vendor but skipped the social portion because she was exhausted from doing readings all day.
I went alone.
Which, for introverts who can fake extroversion in short bursts, is basically psychological warfare.
Ben was there, talking with attendees, being approachable, and I figured if I didn’t do it then, I’d spend the next six months mentally replaying the missed opportunity like some kind of paranormal director’s cut.
So I walked up to him. And I told him what happened when I visited Kelly, Kentucky.
If you don’t know the Hopkinsville Goblins case, here’s the quick version.
In 1955, a family in Kelly, Kentucky, reported an encounter with strange small humanoid beings after a glowing object allegedly descended into the woods behind their farmhouse. This became one of the most famous “alien encounter” stories in UFO history. Except technically it happened in Kelly, not Hopkinsville. Hopkinsville gets the branding because that’s where the police station was.
Classic municipal theft.
When I visited the area, I had an experience involving one of the Sutton family descendants. At one point, one of the women connected to the original family actually approached me while I was there. So when I started telling Ben about that, he was immediately engaged.
He told me that one of the Sutton relatives still lives near the original property. The actual farmhouse is gone now, but the foundation remains visible if you know where to look. The current property owners are not exactly thrilled about random paranormal tourists wandering around their land, which, honestly, is fair. We had seen the original foundation, taken photos, and respectfully kept our distance.
I asked Ben about something that had bugged me.
When we visited, we couldn’t get all the way back into the deeper woods where the alleged crash or landing supposedly happened. There just wasn’t a safe path.
The woods get dense. Dangerous dense. The Sutton descendant who guided us didn’t want us to get hurt. But we did learn something interesting. Behind the property are cave openings.
The theory, at least locally, is that if something strange did happen there, those cave systems could explain movement in and out of the area. Underground passageways. Hidden access points. Weird Appalachian underbelly stuff.
I even asked permission to take home a rock from the site. It currently lives in my house. He told me the most memorable part of his Hopkinsville trip wasn’t the goblin lore.
It was ticks. Seven of them.
Apparently, after filming B-roll in the woods, he got back to the hotel and had to spend the evening removing ticks with tweezers.
Nightmare fuel.
But then he told me something stranger. While filming in the woods, he heard something big moving around nearby. Something ominous. Large enough to trigger the internal “is this a bear or a Bigfoot?” alarm.
Apparently, locals had mentioned that the area had Bigfoot reports, which is not exactly calming bedtime information. So he moved away from the noise. And nearly stepped on a baby deer.
That detail hit me sideways.
Because when I visited the Sutton family property, we noticed deer tracks everywhere. Fresh ones. Right near the house. Small prints. A young deer. And it stood out to all of us at the time. Now, if you’re not intuitive, this may sound like me assigning cosmic meaning to woodland hoofprints.
Which… okay, maybe.
But sometimes something gets your attention for no obvious reason. The deer tracks did. So standing there, listening to Ben describe nearly stepping on a hidden baby deer in those same woods, it felt like some bizarre full-circle punctuation mark. Like reality had been holding onto a thread and finally tugged it.
I tried explaining this to Ben.
He was polite. But let’s just say he was not exactly operating from a mystical-symbolic framework. Ben is a deeply logical person. Nice guy. Very generous with his time. Clearly patient with strangers asking bizarre questions in hotel bars.
But intuitive? Psychic?
No.
So let’s talk about the actual case because this story is weird as hell.
On August 21, 1955, the Sutton family and visitors were at their farmhouse in Kelly, Kentucky. Eleven people total. Eight adults. Three children. The farmhouse was simple. No telephone. No television. No running water. Just rural Kentucky life.
Billy Ray Taylor was outside getting water when he claimed to see a silvery object fly overhead and descend into the woods behind the house. He described it as having a rainbow-colored exhaust. That detail alone is fascinating because it doesn’t neatly fit the standard UFO template.
Billy Ray ran inside and told everyone. Predictably, no one believed him. Until about an hour later. The dog started barking. Lucky Sutton and Billy Ray went outside. And that’s when they saw it. A glowing humanoid figure about two and a half to three and a half feet tall.
According to witness descriptions:
Its head was oversized and round. No visible neck. No nose. Large glowing eyes. Thin mouth. Pointed ears extending above the head. Broad upper body. Spindly lower limbs. Oversized, clawed hands. Webbing between the fingers. And a metallic silver-blue shimmer.
Lucky and Billy Ray shot at it. Because of course they did. Apparently, the being flipped backward and ran off. Then another appeared at a side window. Shot at that one too.
Another approached the front door. Then one reportedly reached down from the roof overhang and grabbed Billy Ray’s hair. At which point more shooting occurred.
The creatures allegedly floated or bounced to the ground rather than falling normally. At this point, the whole family barricaded themselves inside while hearing movement and scratching on the roof.
Eventually, they fled to the Hopkinsville police station. And here’s the thing. All eleven of them went. Not one dramatic storyteller. Not one intoxicated cousin.
The whole damn family.
Police responded. Military police from Fort Campbell reportedly responded too. They found shell casings. Bullet holes. Evidence that a lot of shooting had happened. No creatures. No physical alien residue. No tiny silver corpse.
Nothing.
Then, after the authorities left, the entities allegedly returned. One reportedly appeared at Glennie Lankford’s bedroom window around 3:30 AM with its hand against the screen.
Watching her.
At daylight, the activity stopped.
Years later, I spoke with Glenda, one of the descendants.She was direct. According to her, her father deeply regretted ever reporting what happened. He wasn’t attention-seeking. He wasn’t trying to get famous. He was terrified. She said he described shooting at the beings and hearing the impact like hitting a tin can.
That’s such a specific sensory detail that it sticks with you. She also corrected the common “little green men” branding. They weren’t green. According to family accounts, they were bluish silver. The green branding happened later because Kelly is an Irish town and the festival organizers leaned into the aesthetic.
Branding ruins everything.
Glenda said her grandmother, a deeply religious woman who didn’t tolerate drinking, also witnessed one of the beings. That matters because the drunk-hillbilly-hallucination explanation has been the lazy go-to dismissal for decades. And yet no evidence of alcohol was found. No known history of elaborate deception. No obvious gain.
If anything, the family’s lives got worse.
People trespassed. Stole items from their home. Mocked them. Turned them into a local spectacle. Glenda said her grandmother sold the property within two weeks because she couldn’t take it anymore. That doesn’t sound like people basking in successful hoax glory.
One thing Glenda mentioned stuck with me. She said Fort Campbell personnel arrived with large trucks and blocked off the area. According to family lore, something was removed. No public documentation I’ve seen confirms exactly what, if anything, was recovered. Could be folklore accreting onto memory. Could be a misinterpretation. Could be something mundane. But it remains part of the story.
The deeper I get into paranormal research, the more I notice the same patterns appearing across UFO sightings, folklore encounters, psychic experiences, and hauntings. If that idea interests you, explore more of my articles on high strangeness, spirit communication, and paranormal investigation.
Political Witchcraft: Did a Ritual Influence the 2024 Election?
Before diving into this post, I want to make it clear that I’m a pretty liberal witch. I am okay with hexing and binding. I’m not a fluffy white lighter and I believe spiritual bypassing is bullshit. I believe everyone should have basic rights. I’m fiercely opposed to Project 25 and Trump in general.
Now, I know there’s some debate among magical practitioners about mixing witchcraft with politics. Some argue we shouldn’t use magic to influence political outcomes. But honestly, what’s the point of practicing the craft if you can’t use it for the greater good of humanity?
Historically, many witches have wielded their power for political purposes. Let’s take a look at some examples that have caught the media’s eye:
“Gardner, who would later become the founder of modern Wicca, joined a coven of witches in the New Forest. According to legend, on Lammas Eve, August 1, 1940, Gardner and several other New Forest witches got together near the town of Highcliffe-by-the-Sea to cast a spell on Hitler to keep the German military from invading Britain. The ritual that was performed that night became known by the sort-of-military-sounding code name Operation Cone of Power.”
“According to LIFE magazine, the party featured “a dressmaker’s dummy, a Nazi uniform, nails, axes, tom-toms and plenty of Jamaica rum,” and was inspired by a book by occultist and writer William Seabrook that was popular at the time: Witchcraft: Its Power in the World Today….
“The chief hexer again intoned: ‘Hitler! You are the enemy of man and of the world; therefore we curse you,’” LIFE continued. “‘We curse you by every tear and drop of blood you have caused to flow. We curse you with the curses of all who have cursed you!’ After each line, the entire group responded: ‘We curse you!’
The ritual ended with an effigy of Hitler being decapitated and buried in the forest “to be devoured by worms.”
“By chanting ancient Aramaic exorcism rites while standing in a circle around the building, they could get it to rise into the air, turn orange, and vibrate until all evil emissions had fled. The war would end forthwith.”
Ed Sanders of the Fugs had thoroughly researched exorcism practices and wrote a ritual that included “purification, calling upon the elements, surrounding the Pentagon with cornmeal, singing, and shrieking.”
Here’s an excerpt of the ritual:
“In the name of the amulets of touching, seeing, groping, hearing, and loving, we call upon the powers of the cosmos to protect our ceremonies in the name of Zeus, in the name of Anubis, god of the dead, in the name of all those killed because they do not comprehend, in the name of the lives of the soldiers in Vietnam who were killed because of a bad karma, in the name of sea-born Aphrodite, in the name of Magna Mater, in the name of Dionysus, Zagreus, Jesus, Yahweh, the unnamable, the quintessent finality of the Zoroastrian fire, in the name of Hermes, in the name of the Beak of Sok, in the name of scarab, in the name, in the name, in the name of the Tyrone Power Pound Cake Society in the Sky, in the name of Rah, Osiris, Horus, Nepta, Isis, in the name of the flowing living universe, in the name of the mouth of the river, we call upon the spirit to raise the Pentagon from its destiny and preserve it.”
Fast forward to 2017, Michael Hughes created a binding spell for Trump and hosted monthly virtual ritual parties on the waning crescent moon in his Facebook Group.
Bind Trump Sigil Created by Michael Hughes
“Bind him so that he shall not break our polity Usurp our liberty Or fill our minds with hate, confusion, fear, or despair And bind, too, All those who enable his wickedness And those whose mouths speak his poisonous lies I beseech thee, spirits, bind all of them As with chains of iron Bind their malicious tongues Strike down their towers of vanity”
The last binding happened on January 12, 2021, at 11:59 p.m., ending Trump’s reign as President. However, with the new presidential race, the group has restarted their monthly hexes, hoping to keep him out of office.
As a tarot reader and psychic, I’m fascinated by society’s cyclical nature, especially during election years. I’ve been pulling cards around the election to see how the energy is shifting (or staying the same.)
It was in a quiet stalemate until the assassination attempt on Trump at a Pennsylvania rally on July 13, 2024. After that event, the energy shifted dramatically.
(AP Photo/Evan Vucci)
My intuitive hunch was that one single event sparked a domino effect, giving Trump that extra edge. He’d fall into the role of martyr and oligarch, his supporters would back him even more hardcore, and those on the fence would start to follow him out of guilt.
I pulled tarot cards to get a glimpse of the environment right after the assassination attempt. Here are the cards I pulled and my interpretation:
BIDEN
Four of Swords + Two of Swords
Four of Swords = Rest or sickness. A time of reflection or getting out of the spotlight. It can also mean retiring.
Two of Swords = On the fence. A standstill
Interpretation: People are on the fence about him. Nobody wants to vote for him. I also saw this as him being sick or taking a respite. Possibly, leaving the race.
TRUMP
Hierophant + The Moon
Hierophant = He is seen as a Godhead and also a martyr.
Moon = Shenanigans. The unseen. Things happening behind the scenes.
Interpretation: Right now, he’s looking good but it’s a ruse. There are things afoot that we don’t know about yet. Could be timing or it could be intentionally hidden.
ANOTHER PERSON
The World + Knight of Wands
The World = Closing out of one cycle and bringing in another.
Knight of Wands = Someone young with some fire. Brings in a new energy.
Interpretation: A new person would bring in a new life force to the election and get things going. It would change the stale mate energy. In my notes, I wrote: “As of right now, I feel like this is the person that would win the election.”
OUTCOME OF THE ELECTION
IN THE ENERGY RIGHT NOW
Four of Cups + Two of Wands + Nine of Cups
Four of Cups = People don’t like the choices. There are lots of “meh” feelings
Two of Wands = People want more choices.
Nine of Cups = It usually means you will get what you want. Wish fulfilled.
Interpretation: People don’t like their choices. They don’t want the two old guys. They want something different. The nine of cups was an interesting card. There’s nobody in the room which to me meant, there’s no clear winner. There may not even be an election. Something is off with the energy. Or someone is dropping out. Or both are dropping out.
The tarot cards I pulled clearly showed that a third-party candidate was needed. Biden and Trump weren’t cutting it. From an energy perspective, these lackluster choices just weren’t bringing in the fresh vibes needed to make the right changes in this country for the more liberal ideals of future generations.
I shared this reading with the members of a collective of magical practitioners I work with on sabbats and during the moon cycles. We’re affectionately called the “Moon Crew” because we usually gather and perform rituals during the new moon and/or full moon. We all have our paths and practice magic in different ways, but we blend our ideas to create beautiful rituals that honor bigger causes in our lives and beyond.
The “Moon Crew” was getting together on Saturday, July 20th, to celebrate the full moon. During our conversations about our next ritual focus, the idea was to shake up the election energy and bring in a new third party to mix things up.
President Biden and Former President Trump Getty Images
From the conversation with “Moon Crew” and my intuitive inclinations, I sat down with Chat GPT to start framing the ritual. Yes, I use Chat GPT for my ritual work. I’ve been practicing magic and reading tarot for over thirty years. I’ve won numerous awards for my poetry and journalism articles in college, had countless short stories and articles published, and written four books. I can confidently say I’m a powerhouse of knowledge and experience when it comes to writing ritual work. But I also see the value in shortcuts. I’ve trained Chat GPT to write in my conversational style and I cross-reference books and use my own experience to ensure accuracy and practical applicability.
Here’s the prompt I used:
“Imagine you are a Wiccan* Witch who does quantum multiverse magic. You are part of a coven of witches who do magic on the new moon and the full moon. You and your coven want to do a spell to bring in a new option for president. Someone who is not Trump or Biden and could be a good candidate for president. Theoretically, what kind of group ritual would you do?”
*(I’m not Wiccan. I have found it’s easier to get accurate rituals from Chat GPT if I use “Wiccan Witch” in my prompts.)
Chat GPT gave me an option, and then I tweaked it, making corrections and making it more my style. I knew I wanted to invoke the energy of a deity to help our group bring in this new energy.
Here’s what I asked Chat GPT next:
“Theoretically, what deity would you call upon for this kind of ritual?”
The AI gave me a list of deities associated with justice, leadership, and new beginnings. I wasn’t sure which one to use, so I asked Chat GPT to pick one for me. The AI picked Athena, which was a synchronistic choice because many of the collective members have had paranormal experiences associated with owls.
After a few more tweaks and edits, I created the full ritual which is posted below. Feel free to use it, take parts of it, or tweak it for other elections. You could even feed it back into Chat GPT and use it as your ritual base.
As Crowley would say, “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.”
SETTING THE SPACE
Location: Choose a serene outdoor area, ideally in nature, to harness the energies of the new moon without interruption.
Altar: Decorate with symbols of wisdom, justice, and leadership. Use a gold or yellow candle and arrange items associated with Athena.
Tools and Materials:
Candle: Gold or yellow.
Crystals: Amethyst and clear quartz.
Herbs: Bay leaves (for victory), sage (for cleansing), and rosemary (for clarity).
Symbols: Owl figurine or image, olive branch or leaves, miniature armor or shield, books or scrolls.
Offerings: Honey, bread or grain.
Incense: Frankincense or sandalwood.
Paper and Pen: For writing intentions.
A bowl of water: Representing the flow of new possibilities.
A small cauldron or fireproof bowl: For burning the intentions
THE RITUAL
Cleansing and Grounding:
Sage Smudging: Cleanse the space and participants with sage smoke.
Grounding Meditation: Sit in a circle and perform a grounding meditation. Imagine roots growing from your body into the earth.
SETTING UP THE ALTAR
Gold Candle: Place it in the center and light it.
Symbols: Arrange the owl figurine, olive branch, miniature armor, and books.
Offerings: Place honey and bread.
Incense: Light frankincense or sandalwood.
Casting the Circle:
Circle Formation:Call upon the four corners. Stand in a circle, holding hands. Visualize a protective bubble of white light forming around the group.
INVOCATION OF ATHENA
High Priestess: Stand at the altar, holding the gold candle, and say:
“We call upon you, Athena, Goddess of wisdom and strategy. Bestow upon us your insight and guidance. Help us manifest a leader wise and just, one who will lead with integrity and strength. We seek your divine wisdom to guide this ritual and bring forth a candidate who embodies the virtues of fairness and clarity.”
WRITING INTENTIONS
Paper and Pen: Distribute paper and pens to each participant.
Writing: Each participant writes their intention for a new, ideal presidential candidate on the paper. Focus on qualities such as wisdom, fairness, and integrity.
Charging the Intentions: Once written, hold the papers between your hands and visualize them filled with golden light and positive energy, infused with Athena’s wisdom.
ENERGY RAISING
Chanting and Drumming: Begin chanting the following mantra to raise energy:
"Wise Athena, hear our plea, Guide us to a leader who will be, Fair and just, strong and true, Bring forth a candidate new."
Drumming or Clapping: Use drumming or clapping to amplify the energy.
QUANTUM MULTIVERSE VISUALIZATION
Visualization: Close your eyes and visualize the quantum multiverse. Focus on drawing the best possible candidate from these timelines into your current reality, guided by Athena’s wisdom.
Group Focus: As a group, imagine this ideal candidate emerging and stepping forward to lead with wisdom and integrity.
BURNING THE INTENTIONS
Fire Ritual: Light the intention papers from the gold candle flame and place them in the cauldron to burn. Visualize the intentions being released into the universe.
WATER BLESSING
Blessing the Water: Hold hands around the bowl of water, infusing it with the raised energy. Visualize it as a conduit for your intentions, carrying them into the flow of the universe.
Releasing the Water: Pour the water onto the ground, symbolizing the release and grounding of your intentions.
CLOSING THE CIRCLE
Gratitude: Thank Athena and the elements for their presence and assistance.
Closing the Circle: Close down the four corners. Visualize the protective bubble of light gently dissolving. Ground any remaining energy back into the earth.
POST RITUAL
Grounding: Share a meal or snacks to ground and celebrate the ritual.
Reflection: Spend time journaling or discussing the experience and any insights gained during the ritual.
Here’s the variation of our ritual based on what we had on hand and how we were feeling in the moment. We did the ritual in my backyard, mostly grass, so my partner mowed a circle into the lawn. Instead of writing our intentions on paper during the ritual, we took some quiet time sitting at the table on my patio and wrote them down beforehand.
One of the collective members brought his magical tools and set up a traditional altar on a table in the middle of the lawn circle. An orange candle, a white owl, and a sword earring were used to represent Athena. We skipped the traditional bread and honey offering. Instead, after the ritual, we ate cake and thanked her for her service.
We sat in the circle on lawn chairs. My partner used incense of dragon’s blood, copal, and myrrh to cleanse everyone per his tradition. After the cleansing, I facilitated a short grounding meditation that rooted us into the crystalline grid of the earth.
The member who brought the altar called the four corners, and then we held hands to visualize the bubble around our circle. Next, I grabbed the candle and spoke aloud the Athena Invocation. We went around the circle, each person sharing what was on their paper, highlighting what was most important to us. Then we held our intentions in our hands and chanted the Athena mantra ten times, getting louder with each chant.
Next, I took the group through a quantum visualization to bring the person into the middle of the circle. After the meditation, we discussed what we saw and how we felt. One member focused on merging all our energies into one solid person. I felt a female energy come in with dark hair and brown eyes. Another member saw someone in a brown pantsuit.
After the visualization, we folded up our papers and each took a turn lighting them with the orange candle and burning them in our makeshift cauldron (an old pot from my kitchen). At first, the papers wouldn’t burn. It felt like the energy was still stuck in a stalemate. So, we collectively focused on moving the energy, loosened up our paper folds, and then the intentions started to burn rapidly.
Instead of using the water as a blessing, we used it to cleanse and consecrate our energies after the intense work we had done. We passed around a chalice of water, dipped our fingers into it, sprinkled it on ourselves, and imagined the ritual being complete. Then we dumped the water into the ground.
We gave gratitude, closed our circle, and then ate that cake I mentioned.
Is it a coincidence that Biden bailed less than 12 hours after we invoked Athena and performed the ritual? Probably. But then again, maybe not.
Call me cray cray or delusional, but in my world, our ritual helped push the energy forward and tip the timeline. I’m not saying it was just our collective—there were surely other magical practitioners out there doing their own rituals. I feel we added to an energy that was already manifesting and becoming real. We just breathed more life into it.
Why Are People Talking About Charlie Kirk Conspiracy Theories?
This is a summary post of the podcast audio above.
Charlie Kirk might be dead. Or maybe he isn’t. Depends on which timeline you’re in. In this episode, Stephanie and I went straight into the vortex of what’s being called his assassination sifting through hexes, media spin, and psychic noise to see what’s really sitting underneath.
It started, naturally, with witchcraft.
A few weeks before Kirk’s supposed death, Jezebel published an article titledWe Paid Some Etsy Witches to Curse Charlie Kirk. It was meant as a joke, something between a puff piece and a digital hex party. The writer literally hired two or three Etsy witches to throw simple curses the kind of thing you’d expect to find on TikTok, not in a major publication. Nothing deadly, just silly stuff like “make him poop his pants” or “let everyone hate him.”
Still, the timing was strange. When Kirk was allegedly shot a few days later, the article exploded across social media. People started connecting dots that maybe weren’t supposed to connect. The Jezebel article got scrubbed, reposted, scrubbed again. Even the apology vanished. But I found it buried in the Wayback Machine.
If you’ve never used the Wayback Machine, it’s the digital ghost of the internet. Every deleted page lives there like an old curse that refuses to fade. You can’t just search the front page; you have to dig for the original link, the direct artery. Once you find that, you get every snapshot that ever existed. It’s tedious, but it’s witch work in its own right tracing lost trails through time.
The article itself was innocuous, barely a hex. Just some Etsy candle-burning and cheap symbolism wrapped in humor. But of course, once you throw Charlie Kirk’s name into anything remotely occult, the Christians lose their minds. Megyn Kelly jumped in next, calling it “the devil’s work.”
Let’s stop there for a second.
I’m not Wiccan, never have been. The whole “rule of three” whatever you send out comes back threefold has been twisted and watered down for years. Karma isn’t an even exchange. It’s energy in motion, not a math equation. A curse only holds power if you believe in it. You can throw shade, bind someone, write their name in purple twine and shove it in the freezer, but if the target doesn’t care? It bounces off. Energy requires consent.
When people like Megyn Kelly say, “this is why we don’t play with witchcraft,” I laugh. You’re not afraid of the devil you’re afraid of mirrors. Hexing isn’t summoning Satan. It’s working with the same spiritual current prayer uses. The devil is you, sweetheart.
So yeah, Jezebel “cursed” Charlie Kirk, he “died” a week later, and everyone lost their collective minds. Coincidence? Probably. But here’s where it gets strange synchronicities started stacking before it even happened.
Two days before the assassination, South Park aired an episode where Cartman literally becomes Charlie Kirk. Same look, same rhetoric, same smugness. They even titled it like a parody campaign episode. I remember watching it thinking, “I know this guy’s face, but I don’t care enough to know why.” Then Kirk “dies,” and South Park suddenly takes a three-week break. Claimed they “missed a deadline.” Maybe. Or maybe they decided to give the simulation a breather.
Creative people pick up frequencies before they become news. Call it intuition, collective consciousness, whatever. There was something building around Kirk — the energy of exposure, unraveling, collapse. Artists channel it first. Then the event lands, and everyone says, “How did you know?”
Stephanie pointed out how weird it was that his name was everywhere all of a sudden. A Jezebel curse, a South Park episode, and then an assassination within the same week. You can’t script that kind of timing. Unless the script was already written.
For context, if you somehow avoided knowing who Charlie Kirk is, he’s a white nationalist influencer who founded Turning Point USA at eighteen a political nonprofit that somehow manages to make billions. He built a brand preaching “traditional values” to young Christian men while helping to prop up Trump’s mythos as America’s chosen savior. Think youth pastor energy but fascist.
That’s where Stephanie and I started spiraling not on whether he deserved the hex, but on how much energy was already orbiting him. When you get that big, that loud, that polarizing, you become a lightning rod for collective projection. You’re not a person anymore; you’re an egregore.
So when he dies (or doesn’t), what’s actually dying? The man? The myth? Or the energetic structure everyone built around him?fter the Jezebel curse talk came the predictable wave of Christian outrage. Erica Kirk, Charlie’s wife, said she was “so rattled” by the witchcraft article that she called a Catholic priest to come bless the house. But the details didn’t add up. How did they even see the article that fast? Who in their audience reads Jezebel?
That’s when the whole thing started smelling like performance.
Megyn Kelly called it “the devil’s work,” and Erica said they prayed over it, reversed the curse, and didn’t even really believe in witchcraft — but they were still deeply offended by it. Which, cool, you can’t have it both ways. Either it’s real and you’re protected, or it’s fake and irrelevant. Pick a lane.
The irony is that prayer is literally a reversal spell. The same energy, different branding. They just renamed it to make themselves feel holy.
Maybe it’s all of it.
I brought up the question we were both thinking: was this all just weird coincidence, or were people already picking up on Kirk’s energy before it happened? Because between the South Park episode, the Jezebel curse, and a psychic YouTuber predicting a political assassination that same week, the synchronicities were stacking hard.
The YouTuber in question had done a reading on Trump’s chart and said, “If something happens, it’s going to happen in September.” She thought she was talking about Trump or J.D. Vance. But maybe she was tuning into the same energetic field just mislabeling the target.
Energy doesn’t care about names. It moves through archetypes.
So what if all these people writers, comedians, witches, intuitives were picking up on the same psychic event before it landed in physical reality? What if Charlie Kirk’s death was already echoing through the collective?
Stephanie pointed out that timelines aren’t linear, which means art and prophecy bleed into each other. You can sense the tremor before it hits the surface.
The point wasn’t whether the hex worked. It was that the collective narrative already had enough charge to manifest something.
And when the “something” happened, everyone needed a villain.
That’s where the witch hunt came back in. Megyn Kelly, Erica Kirk, and the Christian-right media took the hex story and turned it into fuel for their ongoing war on women — specifically, women with agency, intuition, and power.
Because witchcraft, at its core, is about reclamation. It’s women deciding they don’t need a priest or a husband to access divinity. It’s rebellion dressed as ritual. That’s why it scares them.
The hypocrisy is that Erica Kirk, the supposed “traditional wife,” was never traditional at all. She built a career as a model, worked Trump’s pageants, and now runs a multimillion-dollar organization while preaching submission. She’s playing a role the Virgin Mary rebranded for Instagram. White dress, blonde hair, perfect lighting, crocodile tears. It’s all marketing.
Stephanie and I couldn’t stop laughing about it because it’s so performative. The “mourning wife in white” wasn’t grief; it was branding. And that’s what this whole saga feels like — an image campaign.
They’re not mourning a man. They’re manufacturing a martyr.
Tradwife culture isn’t about tradition; it’s about control. It’s about putting women back in the box while pretending it’s a choice. It’s soft patriarchy wrapped in gold foil.
And Erica Kirk is the poster child for it.
The irony is, she’s out here telling women to stay home and raise children while she’s on stage in full glam, running a company, and monetizing the death of her husband. If that’s “biblical femininity,” then Eve’s out there rolling her eyes.
Stephanie said it best: “June Cleaver was an actress.” That 1950s ideal everyone worships? Completely fake. The women who sell it now are just repeating the performance but with better filters.
Once you strip away the theatrics, what you’re left with is the footage the part no one seems to agree on.
According to the “official” story, Charlie Kirk was shot during an outdoor event. The video shows him on stage, mid-sentence, when something hits. He jerks, blood spurts, and then he collapses. But even that felt… off.
I watched the footage a few times. The timing didn’t make sense. You see the hit first his body reacts and only a second later, the blood appears. There’s a delay that doesn’t feel natural. I’m not an expert on ballistics or hunting, but it read as weirdly staged. Like the physics didn’t line up.
Normally, something like that would be wiped from the internet within hours. Graphic content like this doesn’t linger. But for some reason, the clip stayed up. People were posting it, remixing it, analyzing it frame by frame. TikTok, X, Telegram all of it saturated.
And that’s the part that didn’t make sense to me. When something truly sensitive hits the web like a real assassination the platforms all work together to scrub it. That’s part of the cross-platform agreement no one talks about publicly. But this one stayed.
So was it oversight, or permission?
Stephanie pointed out that when something triggers a single platform, the others usually auto-purge it too. It’s not a conspiracy theory it’s standard moderation protocol. So why was this clip immune?
Then there was the shooter. Supposedly a young man named Tyler Robinson. Depending on which outlet you read, he was either a lone wolf, a trans-rights extremist, or a gamer turned terrorist. The narrative changed every few hours.
One report said he wrote memes and gamer phrases on the bullets like “based” and “NPC.” That alone tells you how ridiculous this got. The media cherry-picked his online history to shape a villain that fit every bias at once.
If it was real, it was intentional. If it wasn’t, it was scripted.
The details were messy. The bullet, they said, entered the back of Kirk’s neck and lodged in his spine. Which might explain the delayed blood, or not. Stephanie’s husband hunts, so I asked her what he thought. He said, yeah, from a certain distance that could happen. It’s rare, but not impossible. So maybe it was real. Maybe the physics check out.
But even if it was, why did the story evolve so fast? Why did every news cycle twist it into something new?
Within hours, the “trans shooter” angle took over another culture war weapon to throw on the pile. Then came the political infighting. Then Candace Owens entered the chat.
Candace dropped a full episode about it, claiming the official timeline made no sense. She didn’t accuse anyone outright, but she planted the seed that the whole thing felt staged — or at least cleaned up after the fact. She even asked her listeners to send her information to piece it together.
And that’s when the conspiracy web really started tightening.
Candace had history with Kirk. She used to work with Turning Point. She wasn’t just another pundit; she was part of the machine. So when she broke ranks to question his death, that raised flags.
Stephanie said Candace’s tone wasn’t grief it was exposure. Like she was more upset about the cover-up than the death itself. Meanwhile, Erica Kirk was busy doing performative sainthood in white lace, smiling through press conferences.
So we started to wonder what if Candace was being used to steer the narrative? A controlled opposition, dropped into the chaos to shape what people believed.
Her husband’s tied into British government networks. Tucker Carlson was suddenly echoing her talking points about media control, 9/11, and Israel. It started to feel like a coordinated awareness campaign, not a coincidence.
I’ve seen this pattern before. You take something shocking, break it into pieces, hand those fragments to the influencers your side trusts, and let them rebuild it into whatever version benefits your agenda. The truth becomes irrelevant. The energy is what matters.
When Tucker Carlson started questioning Israel at the same time Candace was hinting at foul play, the pattern was complete. Two major right-wing figures planting the same kind of seeds at the same time both after a highly publicized death.
And then we hit the real question.
Was Charlie Kirk’s death even real?
Because every time we chased the trail, it split again. Some people said he was shot. Some said it was a blood capsule. Some said it was a setup to martyr him for political gain. And then came the weirdest theory yet that he’s not dead at all.
Once the dust from the shooting settled, the narrative shifted again. This time, everything pointed toward Israel.
Candace Owens and Tucker Carlson both started hinting that Charlie Kirk had been under “tremendous pressure” from donors to stop criticizing the Israeli government. He had been questioning the war in Gaza, calling out what looked like genocide, and that didn’t play well with the conservative Christian power brokers bankrolling his empire.
According to Candace, the pushback was immediate and heavy. Kirk’s organization Turning Point USA had deep ties to Christian nationalist movements like the Seven Mountains Mandate. If you’re not familiar, that’s the ideology that says Christians are called to take control of seven key areas of society: government, religion, family, business, education, media, and entertainment. Basically, they want a theocracy with better branding.
So when Charlie Kirk started drifting off script questioning Israel, pushing back on the narrative he became a liability. He was part of the machine, and then suddenly he wasn’t. And in these movements, dissent doesn’t go unpunished.
I asked the obvious question: why would they turn on their golden boy? If he was helping push the same theocratic agenda, why eliminate him? Stephanie reminded me that in their mythology, Israel isn’t just a political ally it’s prophecy. The entire rapture narrative depends on Israel’s survival.
That’s when it clicked.
The end-times cult logic goes like this: before Jesus can return, Israel has to fulfill its divine destiny. Every war, every act of violence, every conflict in that region becomes proof of prophecy. The more chaos, the closer the second coming. So when people like Kirk start questioning Israel’s righteousness, they’re threatening not just money or politics — but the narrative itself.
They can’t have their own people breaking the spell.
Which made us wonder was this all theater? A ritual sacrifice to reinforce belief?
Because the timing, again, was eerie. Kirk questions Israel, dies days later, and then every major Christian pundit gets on air to defend Israel’s holiness. If this were a movie, you’d say the symbolism was too on-the-nose.
At that point, I pulled out my tarot deck. Not to prove anything, but to see what the energy around all of this actually felt like.
The cards were messy.
The reading didn’t tell me if Charlie Kirk was dead. It told me that the story we’re being fed is a shapeshifter. That every version of events is designed to bend public focus in a specific direction away from whatever actually happened.
It’s energy control. Narrative magic. Propaganda as spellwork.
Stephanie pointed out that even if Kirk is dead, the story has already become something else a myth weaponized for politics. His death (or performance of death) turned into an emotional anchor, something to rally the faithful. Whether by bullet or branding strategy, it worked.
And that’s what the cards kept whispering: It’s not about the event. It’s about the energy it created.
By the end of the reading, I didn’t feel closure. I felt distortion like the whole thing was built to keep people oscillating between belief and disbelief forever. Which is how control works. Keep them questioning reality just enough to make them cling to your version of it.
When you step back, it’s not even about one man. It’s about how we’re trained to worship narrative over fact. To treat media as gospel and doubt our own intuition.
So maybe the real question isn’t whether Charlie Kirk is dead. Maybe it’s whether we’re still alive enough to tell the difference between theater and reality.
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