He lived in a world where reality peeled at the edges like old wallpaper. Philip K. Dick — the restless writer behind Blade Runner, Minority Report, and The Man in the High Castle — spent his life questioning whether anything around him was real. He claimed to have seen visions of alternate worlds, to have spoken with an intelligence that lived beyond time, and to have glimpsed the hidden machinery behind existence itself. 

On the afternoon of April 30, 1945, Berlin was collapsing into rubble. Soviet artillery shook the streets, and in the Führerbunker beneath the Reich Chancellery, Adolf Hitler supposedly took his own life alongside Eva Braun. The bodies, burned hastily with gasoline, were meant to erase any trace. For many, the war ended with that act. Yet almost immediately, rumors began: What if Hitler hadn’t died? What if the body was not his at all?

In the margins of ancient texts in the the darkes shaddows of history and faith, one could read the very interesting claim that Jesus of Nazareth and Mary Magdalene shared more than friendship, that their connection was profound, intimate, and that a child was born from this couple. The true lineage of the actual Christianity. 

The fields are hushed now, their golden bounty gathered in. The last apples hang heavy on the branches, and smoke from hearthfires curls into the cooling air. It is the equinox, that rare moment when day and night share the sky as equals. Across the old world, people celebrated this turning of the year with a festival of harvest, of gratitude, and of the solemn knowledge that winter waits just beyond the horizon.

Beneath mossy stones, inside hollow hills, or deep within the roots of ancient trees, the Vättar dwell, the unseen neighbours of humankind. In Scandinavian folklore they are one of the hidden folks, small but powerful, guardians of nature and keepers of secrets. To respect them was to live in harmony with the land; to anger them was to invite misfortune, illness, or worse.

Fairies have always dwelled at the edge of human imagination, shimmering between beauty and terror. Neither wholly benevolent nor entirely wicked, they belong to the twilight of belief,  that liminal realm where the natural world conceals the unseen. They are not the winged darlings of children’s tales but forces of nature, fickle, proud, sometimes generous, sometimes cruel.

In the dark hours of night, the draugr would rise from the mounds and graves. Neither ghost nor living being. With swollen, corpse-blue bodies, reeking of decay yet brimming with unnatural strength, the draugr comes to spread terror, and crushing the breath from the living. According to the old Sagas, death itself can't silence the greedy, the violent, or the unfulfilled humans who are laid to rest.

Deep in the forests, a gaunt, ash-grey figure with hollow eyes, is said to be wandering, looking for humans to corrupt and destroy. It moves quite silently, the first thing a human notice, is the strange and eerie odour of decay and decomposition. The smell of death.

Something ancient walks the forests of North America. Towering, covered in dark hair, and always just out of reach, the creature known as Bigfoot—or Sasquatch—has become one of the most iconic and controversial figures in modern folklore. Despite being dismissed by mainstream science, sightings persist across decades and geography, whispering that perhaps something truly wild still lurks in the shadows of our so-called tamed world...

Lammas is more than a quaint tradition, it’s a living, breathing moment in the Wheel of the Year that connects us with the pulse of the planet and the ancestral wisdom of those who came before. It reminds us that life is a series of sowings and reapings, and that even in abundance, we must prepare for change.

In the heart of one of America’s most bustling metropolises, a chilling mystery has taken flight. Since 2011, Chicago has been the epicenter of a strange and unsettling phenomenon: repeated sightings of a large, humanoid, bat- or bird-like creature with glowing red eyes. Dubbed the "Chicago Phantom," this entity has earned comparisons to Mothman and other winged cryptids, sparking fear, fascination, and fierce debate.

In the quiet, humid night of June 18, 1953, in Houston, Texas, a peculiar event occurred that has since taken a place among America’s most bizarre cryptid sightings. Known today as the "Houston Batman," this strange entity appeared in the darkness before three witnesses. What they saw that summer night has baffled skeptics, intrigued paranormal researchers, and sparked theories ranging from cryptozoology to extraterrestrial visitation.