CARL SAGAN – A Way of Thinking

Inspiration Journey
Published on Jul 16, 2014

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“Science is more than a body of knowledge, it’s a way of thinking.” Carl Sagan

Music: Michael Nyman – Second Morrow, The Other Side & The Arrival

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Caption author (Vietnamese) Nguyen Tran Nhat Duc
Caption author (Arabic) Hadi Abedah
Caption author (French) Ludovic Benistant
Caption author (Finnish) Vesa Putkonen
Caption author (Italian) daniele pibiri
Caption author (English) Tigo Passchier

My Hero.

A wise man. A giant among men.

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The Ahool



The legend of Ahool comes from the deepest jungles of Java. Witnesses liken this cryptid to a giant bat and sometimes to a flying primate. It’s first sighting was reported in 1925.

Ahool will not commonly attack humans but it has been known to.

Via cryptozoologyassociation




Looks like a giant bat or flying primate

It has a chimpish face

Large black eyes

Red wings

Large claws on forearms

Grey fur

Six to ten feet (two to three meters) tall

Has a wingspan of eighteen to twenty eight feet (six to eight meters)

Fun facts

Lives on the island of Java in Indonesia

There’s a related species called the Ropen on New Guinea Island

Named after it’s call that sounds like “ahoooooool

It’s accepted to be real by the people of Java

Scientific classification is “animalia, eumetazoa, bilateria, deuterostomia, chordata, vertebrata, gnathostomata, tetrapod, mammalia, theria, eutheria, laurasiatheria, chiroptera, megachiroptera”

Diet and lifestyle

Females live in groups

Raise their young together

Eat on any meat they can get their claws on, even humans

Mainly eats fish


The ahool is a giant bat species that hasn’t been discovered

It’s a surviving pterosaur


It was first reported by Dr. Ernest Bartels in 1925, when it flew over his head

He saw the ahool again in 1927

The ahool has been seen by hundreds of natives

In june 2008 two experienced pilots, well flying saw the creature. They thought it was another plane at first, but it then flapped its wings.

Via pantscryptid

The existence of this critter is controversial even amongst the cryptozoological community, but, hey, you never know.

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The Wendigo

Once a lost hunter, this being grew so hungry in the freezing cold that it fed on the flesh of fellow humans. This taboo deed lead to the being to have an eternal hunger for human flesh. The legend of the Wendigo came from Algonquian Native American folklore and shows a rather gruesome side to nature and supernatural at the same time.

The Wendigo is said to only be found in cold places, including Canada. Thanks to the immunity to cold, harsh conditions, it can survive even the worst of snow storms. Some describe the Wendigo to be a cousin of Bigfoot, some describe it as a cousin of the Werewolf. No matter what it is relative to, it indeed isn’t something to be sought after.

There are several additions to the Wendigo legend. It has been fabled that the Wendigo can infiltrate the minds of others to turn them into fellow Wendigo. It has been fabled that the Wendigo is fast, or it is extremely slow. Nonetheless, one attribute that remains the same throughout stories is that the Wendigo can mimic human voices to lure its prey.

Via ghostknowledge

They always look so much like a rake…



White River Monster


  • Grey skin
  • Four and a half feet wide (one and a third meters)
  • Twelve feet long (three and two thirds meters)
  • Huge mouth
  • Sharp pointy teeth

Fun facts

  • Seen only in White River in Newport, Arkansas
  • Featured in season two of Lost Tapes were they talked of it’s killing of three catfish noodlers
  • In 1973 a law was based to create a refuge for the white river monster, making it illegal to harm the animal in anyway.


  • It’s an elephant seal that entered the river~ this makes sense for seeing the grey giant body that could have been exaggerated, but it’s lifespan wouldn’t correlate with sightings, and likely wouldn’t be able to survive on food in the river
  • Could be a large unidentified fish~ I mean we are constantly finding new species so this might be just an unknown species
  • An ancestor of the Xiphactinus~ The description of the river monster is very very similar to the xiphactinus.


  • Said to have tales told of it since the American Civil war
  • First official sighting was on July 1st, 1915. A farmer saw a creature that had grey skin and was “three cars long, one car wide”
  • In 1937 fishermen were having a hard time catching fish when they saw the creature
  • Bramlett bateman saw the creature in 1937 and felt it was a threat to his crops, so he tried to get permission to blow up the creature with Tnt. Officials said no but reports of it brought a bunch of people. They planned to catch it with a giant net but that failed. A deep diver went into to try and find it, but didn’t. When groups were there, over a hundred people reported seeing it.
  • It was seen again in 1971.

via pantscryptid

Nice teeth.




brian hanley
Published on Mar 22, 2019

UFO Footage:…


Music: Deep Space by Audionautix is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution license (…) Artist:

Looks pretty good to me…

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The U.S. Mile Top Speed Racing Events
Published on Mar 27, 2017

The Ford GT from M2K Motorsports does it again, this time with a stunning run of 293.6 MPH at The Texas Mile. M2K’s Ford GT is now the World’s Fastest Standing Mile Ford GT, Texas Mile Track Record Holder- Beeville, Arkansas Mile Top Speed Record Holder, and now Texas Mile Top Speed Record Holder – Victoria. 1/4 Mile Speed: 161.7 1/2 Mile Speed: 219.5 1 Mile Speed: 293.6 Only at The Texas Mile…

The Texas Mile will return October 28-30, 2017 at Victoria Regional Airport in Victoria, Texas.


Check out our websites! The Texas Mile: The U.S. Mile:

Follow us on Facebook! Follow us on Twitter! Follow us on Instagram! @thetexasmile @usmileracing

Get off the highway and come out to The Mile. It is like running on a straight 1 1/2 mile section of open highway without the fear of tickets and jail time. A High Speed Shoot-out and Land Speed Racing Venue that compares to the likes of the legendary Bonneville that beckons one to “Drive in Your World, Race in Ours”!

!!! Holy Mother O’ Tim !!!

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Christone “Kingfish” Ingram – Catfish Blues

Silver Loggerhead
Published on Jun 20, 2018

Slidell La. Jazz & Blues Festival 2018

The man can play that thing!

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John Murphy
Published on May 17, 2014


A classic! She plays fiddle, too!


If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I’d been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I’d been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I’d been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I’d been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

He came to town like a midwinter storm
He rode through the fields, so handsome and strong
His eyes was his tools and his smile was his gun
But all he had come for was having some fun

If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I’d been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I’d been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

He brought disaster wherever he went
The hearts of the girls was to Hell, broken, sent
They all ran away so nobody would know
And left only men ’cause of Cotton-Eye Joe

If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I’d been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I’d been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I’d been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I’d been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

If it hadn’t been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I’d been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

Songwriters: Jan M. Eriksson / Orjan Kjell Anders Oberg / Patrick Edenberg
Cotton Eye Joe lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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Mean Mary – Blazing

Mean Mary
Published on Mar 1, 2018

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Blazing, banjo and guitar instrumental – Mean Mary with (brother) Frank James.

“Blazing” available now on: iTunes, Google Play, Spotify, etc.


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Jimi Hendrix Experience – Royal Albert Hall 1969 (Remaster+Enhanced Audio/ Colours)

Published on Mar 16, 2019

Extra Footage Little Wing /Voodoo Chile (Slight Return) Blocked Worldwide

The one and only James Marshall Hendrix.

“He was pure magic. You will not see his like again.” — Lemmy

The master playeth.

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32 More of the Creepiest Things Ever Said by Kids

  1. My daughter had an imaginary friend named Sally, she told me once about how Sally was in jail for chopping her mom’s head off….

  2. Two years ago my door bell rang. When I answered there was a little kid 4 or 5 standing there that I didn’t recognize. Before I could say anything, she yelled “just so you know it’s your turn to die!” and she disappeared around the corner again. I followed but couldn’t see her anywhere. Luckily I didn’t die.

  3. My 5 year old handed me a rock and said, “You can use this for your grave.”

  4. My daughter when we were home alone one night, “mommy, who’s that man on the ceiling?”

  5. My kids ( ages 5,4,&3) are constantly talking about the “bloody girls” in their rooms. They each go into detail about them. Their names… Their clothes, what they talk about. It started when my oldest had just turned three. He said that they had been in a small green car, that fell in the water. The water turned red and their mommy and daddy were really sad. He said they liked their rooms because they have fun toys.

  6. My son (3 at the time) threw a huge tantrum when we were trying to leave the house because he “didn’t want to crash and die”. After about 10 minutes he just stopped and was ready to go. As we were walking out of the house there was a very bad accident on the street in front of our house – right where we would have been driving if he hadn’t thrown his fit.

  7. “The shadow man keeps talking to me at my window.”

  8. My almost 4 year old burst in on me in the bathroom. When I screamed for her to get out, he said, “Mommy, it’s just a coochy. I see them all the time!”

  9. I was reading a story to my daughter when she suddenly slammed it shut, point to the empty doorway, and screamed “you get out of here! You’ve killed enough people!”

  10. My 2yr old talks and walks in his sleep. About a month after his second birthday I heard him talking in his sleep in the middle of the night so I thought aww cute I will go listen. Peeked in and he was sitting bolt upright in bed eyes wide open hands folded in lap. He said, “naughty mummy. Naughty daddy. No more mummy, no more daddy.” Then he laughed really creepily lay down and started snoring.

  11. “I need to get my hands on a giant penis so I can put this fire out all the way!”

  12. After finding a dead baby bird in the driveway from a nest up above, my 4 year old told me he knows where to bury it so it will come back alive.

  13. “Daddy, when can we get rid of that kid hanging in my closet?” I asked her what she was talking about and she told me all about a teenage boy who was hanging by a belt around his neck in her closet. I went to her closet there was nothing there, and she said he only is there when I’m not around.

  14. My son was crying in bed at 3 am and tells us he is afraid because there is a man in his bed. We ask him about the man and tell him to ask the man to go away. The following day he tells us the man’s name is Frank…my husband’s uncle who died the night before. Also later that week we were driving along in our van in complete silence and my son said “Frank’s here.”

  15. “There are three dead kids buried in our back yard. They told me where we can find them.”

  16. My child comes into the house with a baby gecko latched onto his finger. He proudly says “Look Mom he likes my finger.” I say “Get him out before he gets loose in the house” My 3yr old then says “No. Im going to put him in the drawer with all the baby frogs.” “What drawer has all the baby frogs in it?” “Ummmm…the one in your closet.” he says. I recovered 3 baby frogs from my bathing suit drawer.

  17. My brother was giving all the kids candy. One of my daughter’s friends was over and my brother asked her, “you want some candy little girl?” She said, “you’re supposed to be behind a bush when you say that”

  18. My son was crying in his room saying mummy Elmo keeps talking to me, I went in his room and tickle me Elmo was laughing…..ummm he had no batteries!!

  19. My five year old son once looked up at me while we were watching a movie and said, “I think I remember coming out of your no-no.”

  20. “Mommy, there’s a kid covered in blood in my bedroom and he won’t go away.”

  21. My son, Mason, told my fiancé he was going to cut his heart out and eat it.. He’s 3.

  22. The first time I brought my boyfriend over, my daughter walked over (she was three), looked him dead in the eyes, and said, “I think it’s a good idea to take your pants off now.”

  23. When my son was three he told me that he really likes his new daddy, he’s really nice. My husband is his one and only daddy. I asked “Why is that?” He replied “My old daddy was really mean. He stabbed me in the back and I died. But I really like my new daddy, he’d never do that to me.”

  24. My 4yo shook me awake one night and asked if she could sleep with me because tonight the old woman at the window was being mean for some reason.

  25. An 8 year old I used to teach had a hard time with eye contact and appropriate touch. He looked me straight in the eyes one morning, not missing a beat, and told me, “you know, I think you’d look a lot better if you were dead in my basement.”

  26. My 7-year-old son asked me, “So, Mom, when I’m 41 like you, how old will you be?” I replied, “I’ll be 75.” Without missing a beat, my 5-year-old daughter added, “Or dead.”

  27. Last week i asked my kids what they wanted for Christmas. My son said “For Christmas i want you to live forever” then my daughter says “I’d rather have a pink ipod.”

  28. My six year old was crying in her bedroom. It took lots of asking and she finally told me that a strange man had shown up and told her that I would be dead before midnight.

  29. “Mom, why is that lady from the cemetery sitting in my room?”

  30. A friends daughter (3 years old at the time) told my friend in a very quiet voice: ” I will put a towel over your face and send you to live with Jesus!”

  31. “Aren’t you gonna say hi to Uncle Chris?” By my 3 year old when I was watching her jumping on the trampoline….Uncle Chris drowned in the lake 9 years before she was even born, and nobody in our family talks about it, ever. I asked her where he was and she pointed to the garage and said” He tells me to be careful” Whoa….

  32. As she pointed to the old wood stove in the middle of our front room: “Jimmy said that was where he did it.” I asked her who Jimmy was and what he was talking about, she said “Jimmy is the guy who comes and talks to me at night. He said he killed his mom right there.” My daughter was five.

Source: myhauntedsalem

Yep. Mighty creepy.



The Troll Bridge

“Don’t be a pussy, Ryan! Just do it!”

I would’ve rather stuck my head in a blender and turned that shit on puree than do this, but I didn’t have a choice. It was either go across the bridge or be called a pussy the rest of my life. Or at least until the end of the summer. When you’re eleven, there’s really not much of a difference.

The only way to end this endless teasing was to cross the troll bridge. Well, we called it the troll bridge. We weren’t sure what it was really called back then. It wasn’t anything special, just a small stone bridge that went over a creek just outside of town. It wasn’t used much anymore, it wasn’t big enough for a car to go over and there was talk of tearing it down, but it just never got done.

I was scared of my own shadow back in the day, but there was just something about that bridge that put off any sane person. Maybe it was how solid your steps sounded when you walked across or how you swore you could hear dripping water, even during a hot, dry summer like that year.

Kids would say a troll lived under there. Which really was a ridiculous notion, the ditch underneath carved itself ever deeper every year during the spring floods but it still wasn’t deep enough for a giant troll. Still though, stories about a half blind, drooling monster from your worst nightmares ready to grab any passerby was enough for me to keep my distance.

But the kids made it a rite of passage. Cross the bridge and come back. Some of the more daring kids would stick their arm over the edge to taunt the troll into grabbing them.

I was the only kid who hadn’t done it yet. Darren was the one who practically dragged me there on that boiling summer afternoon. I felt like I was about to be baked alive, the back of my neck already felt stiff and tender with a sunburn. He gave me a shove and I nearly fell on my face.

I swallowed. “I’ll do it, I’ll do it!”

Darren nodded and crossed his arms, everyone’s eyes on me as I stood at the troll bridge.

Just there and back, I told myself, and maybe they’ll finally leave me alone.

My intent was to leg it as fast as I could. Like ripping off a band aid, the trick was to do it quickly. First pass I did just that. I reached the end before I knew it, turning around and throwing my hands in the air. I did get a few cheers but Darren was less than impressed, just staring me down as I began the return journey.

I came to a stop when I heard music.

My mom was making me take violin lessons at the time and it had become habit to listen carefully if I heard it playing on her CD player or if there was a busker at the local farmer’s market. But this wasn’t a CD or an amateur. This music sounded almost ethereal with how perfect it was. And much to my shock, it was coming from right under my feet.

Forgetting about my friends waiting for me at the other side, I walked to the side and stuck my head over the edge. I heard their startled gasps as I teetered a bit, trying to get a look at the musician making that delightful sound.

On first glance I thought they were a woman, their nearly white blond hair was so long it almost reached to their thighs and they were startlingly beautiful. They weren’t wearing a shirt though and they were absolutely a dude. They didn’t have shoes and only wore mud spattered jeans. Their violin was pristine, the brown wood shining as the bow hummed across the strings. The man sat near a puddle, eyes closed as he continued to play.

“Ryan, what are you doing!? We get it already, let’s go!”

Darren’s irritated voice shook me from my daze and I stood back up, sheepishly walking back to my friends. Somehow the few feet of difference made it impossible to hear the violinist. It didn’t matter though, everyone was cheering me on and clapping my back. Even Darren looked upon me approvingly, a rare occasion indeed. The sound of an ice cream truck in the distance caught our attention and ten minutes later we were all enjoying a delicious frozen treat and all talk of the bridge was forgotten.

But I didn’t forget the violinist. And I couldn’t forget how perfect his music was.

The next day was supposed to be my lesson, but Mr. Birk had come down with the flu so I was free to do what I wished with my time.

So I chose to go back to the troll bridge. Alone.

I was lucky I didn’t break my neck sliding down the bank, even more so that I didn’t accidentally drop my violin case. My mom would’ve blown her top if I’d broken the damn thing.

My perilous journey had not been in vain, as the moment my feet touched the ground I heard the music. I looked up and there he was. The violinist.

He clearly knew I was there, judging by his smirk, but he paid me no mind as I walked through the empty river bed up to him. I almost reached the puddle next to where he sat when I came to a stop. I don’t know why exactly I stopped, I suppose some instinct deep inside told me I should go no further. Or maybe it was common sense not to get too close to the weirdo with the long hair playing a violin under a bridge.

So instead I opened up my violin case and presented it to him. “Hey, um… I play too,” I said, my voice shaking.

The violinist’s playing came to an abrupt stop and he looked up at me. My skin crawled as I stared back into his eyes. I’m not quite sure what was wrong with them, it was like the river blue color of the iris had started to bleed into the whites of his eyes, making them unnatural in appearance. “… Show me,” he said, sounding breathless in his excitement.

And so with shaky hands I managed to squawk out ‘Happy Birthday’ to this incredibly talented man. My cheeks were probably bright red when I finished. I felt ashamed that I’d performed for someone so incredibly talented.

The violinist was quiet for a moment before raising his hands to clap. “Bravo, bravo! It’s been so long that I’ve had someone play for me, it’s a real treat. Would you like me to show you some things?” He said.

I couldn’t nod any more vigorously and he laughed, picking up his own violin and starting to play.

I was there until the sun was going down. My fingers were cramping and my arms ached but I was learning so much. I only realized so much time had gone on by when I looked up and saw the sky was turning orange. “Crap! My mom’s gonna kill me, I’m late for dinner!” I hurried to pack away my violin. “Sorry for taking up so much of your time, can I come back next week?” I’d been having so much fun that I never even bothered to ask his name.

“I’m afraid, my little friend, that next week you should stay as far away from my bridge as you can.”

The man was now beside me, tilting up my chin as he shook his head. His eyes seemed to be an even deeper blue now that it was starting to get dark. “You’re just lucky you did everything right, not knowing who you come to. But it’s going to rain next week, and it will rain heavily. So keep your distance, because next time your luck will not save you,” He said.

The heat of the day didn’t take away from the chill that shot down my spine. I only nodded wordlessly before bolting, clambering out of the river bed and scraping my arms up something good before I ran home. As predicted my mom was about to send out the dogs for me and I was just lucky she didn’t send me to bed with no supper.

I’m not sure what else I expected coming from a crazy guy living under a bridge. But his weather prediction ran true. Storms and pouring rain. All week. I imagine that river bed overflowed with raging water.

My mom woke me up early on Friday morning to tell me the news. Darren and another of my friends Jacob had drowned last night.

The theory was that they’d gone down to play and one of them fell in. The other tried to help them out and ended up getting washed away as well. During the funeral all I could think about was the violinist under the bridge. Had he drowned too? They hadn’t found another body, but he could’ve just been washed away.

I didn’t make the same mistake that Darren did. I waited until the water levels went down a bit before heading back to the troll bridge. It wasn’t close to overflowing anymore, instead it was just a small stream that probably wouldn’t go above your ankles. I crossed the bridge and listened carefully. All was silent except for the sound of bubbling water for a few minutes.Then I heard the violin once more.

I ducked my head over the edge and looked down. There he was, still playing, his feet resting in the water. I felt relieved and almost called out to him when I realized he had something stashed behind him. A bright red bicycle.

Darren’s bright red bicycle.

I didn’t stick around. I took off running and never looked back. I never went back to that bridge and I never will.

As I’ve become an adult, I’ve found out two things about our little town. One, that we’ve always had an abnormally high amount of drownings for the area. It’s not uncommon to lose five or six people a year, sometimes more, usually children or women. Unusually it doesn’t even have to be a flooding season for people to die, all there needs to be is a few inches of water for a body to turn up. And two, that bridge had a name before we called it the troll bridge.

It was the Nixie Bridge. Named after a creature that lurked underneath, playing his violin to lure in those who were foolish enough to listen to his song.

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