The surprising recurrence of the Kabbalistic number 7
Talking about coincidences, I received today the most shocking email you can imagine. The message lists each time the number 7 appeared here, related to the extraordinary events that I’ve been describing. It was signed by “Ouroboros”, a rather enigmatic nickname. After googling a little I learned that Ouroboros is the name of an ancient symbol that depicts a snake eating its own tail… But let’s return to the email itself. The text was written in Spanish and this is my translation:
Your grandfather had spoken. Listen to the music of the spheres to understand his revelation. Seven notes will guide you:
- Samuel Goldstein died this year on July the 7th. That’s 7/7/7.
- He had 77 years when he died.
- He talked to you through the Spica for the first time 7 days after his passing.
- That day it was a Saturday, the 7th day of the week (according to the Bible and the Jewish calendar).
- 7 was the number engraved in the Parker 51 that belonged to the Devil.
- 7 were the ones who attended to that spiritist session were Aleister Crowley’s ghost materialized (half a dozen plus Fernando das Neves).
- Satan’s pen auction ended with 7 bids.
Ouroboros
I ignore who wrote this but I sure admire his (or her) portentous numerological wizardry. I’m still amazed, totally amazed.
A silent presence roams my house
I’m pretty sure that there is some sort of entity hanging out in my home. I can’t prove it, though, since it’s very difficult to collect irrefutable evidence in this case. I don’t know if this is my grandfather’s presence, neither; but if it happens to be him, then why doesn’t he speak to me through the radio receiver?
The day before yesterday I started to feel that annoying impression of being observed, specially in the kitchen or when I’m about to sleep. I noticed also that each time I approach the shelves filled with books I feel a sudden low temperature around me. That’s a very nasty and uncanny sensation: those chills sloping down the back of your neck, and the air that becomes as solid as glass… If you consider that here, in the southern hemisphere, I’m enjoying one quite hot Springtime, you can conclude (as I did) that the feeling is particularly odd and can’t be attributed to natural causes of any kind.
Balthazar, my cat, is also behaving in a rather atypical way, hissing to the air and growling relentlessly. He seems aware of something that I ignore. But as I said above, is just a matter of sensations, one of those truths that can only be known by intuition.
Strange coincidences
Wow. Goldstein Collection’s first item was sold. I’m amazed. But I also realized that I better catch a faster pace if I want to subsist only on this new weird commercial activity. The second artifact is as well already to be shipped to its new home. But A T, the winner of the pipe, did not contact me again. Which is at least curious, not to say enigmatic.
These last days I received a lot of input from some old readers and a few new passers by. I want to expose here a pair of coincidences that some perspicacious readers noted:
Coincidence 1: monica left a comment regarding that utterly strange formation above the bald man’s head in the snapshot. And a couple of minutes later an email from David fell into my inbox, mentioning that same unnatural figure. Monica guesses that it’s the Devil, while David envisions a suspicious face. I see there a skull. Three interpretations of the same chilling shape.
Coincidence 2: And this is quite fascinating… Sven, a guy from Finland who follows this weblog from its beginning, wrote me:
(…) I got in love with the Orloj and studied it for a few days. The clock has some captivating marionettes which exhibit some well known christian motifs. There are four little statues at the bottom of the Orloj: a chronicler, an angel, an astronomer and a philosopher. See that?!
You are the chronicler (isn’t *chronicle* one of your categories?)
The angel is Angel Manoukian (quite obvious)
Your grandfather is the astronomer (your said that he was an *astronomy devotee* or something like that).
The philosopher. I don’t know who might be, do you Matt?
Sven’s magical message left me thinking for the whole weekend. I have no answers for that last question whatsoever. Yet.
I saw the video one thousand times now but I can’t find nothing worthy about it. It seems just another dull touristic footage. I really wonder what’s its possible relation with Goldstein’s death. By the way, Goldstein wasn’t showing up lately so I’m staying with my bag full of unanswered questions again.
The video was found! We have a winner!
I’m shocked! I’m really shocked… The video was finally pinpointed. It all happened so fast today that it was really breathtaking… It started with the contest entering Digg’s homepage (Sven, a loyal reader of Goldstein Collection and already a friend of mine, helped me with the promotion), then the traffic was so humongous that the server admin had to disable the site for an hour or so. And finally, when it went online again, I received an email from “A T” with the requested url:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=VsojXx7fGeo
I wrote back to A T in order to arrange the shipping of the Brazilian pipe. By the way, due to obvious reasons I’ll leave its strange story for later.
I’m rushing now to write this post in order to announce that there is already a winner…
I’m exulting!
Now, I’ll start to analyze the video and see what this movie has for me.
And here is the footage:
Find a mysterious YouTube video and win!
As you may already know I’m after a truly evasive YouTube video that will reveal the secrets behind my grandfather’s eerie death. I’m not alone in this quest, though, since a bunch of really great people is already helping me out. But we feel stuck, halted in what it seems to be a dead end… Thinking about how to overcome this situation I had a stunning idea: to run a contest offering a splendid reward!
So here it is… The wicked Goldstein Collection’s YouTube contest!
The objective: To find the footage within the gazillions of videos in YouTube’s massive database.
The prize: a strange cannabis smoking pipe, involved in a bewildering Brazilian spiritism session where the ghost of a famous black magician was invoked. (If you want to know the complete story of the pipe, please wait for my next post).
The rules: There aren’t any. Who needs them anyway? The winner will be the one who first sends me the url of the video. My email address is goldsteincollection@gmail.com. Simple.
The starting point: This fascinating frame…
In a previous post I already explained how did I get this snapshot. There you will also be able to read more about the puzzling events that surrounded Samuel Goldstein’s passing away.
With this giveaway I expect to add an incentive interesting enough to renew the strengths of the team that’s already working in this case, and to sum new people to this weird pursuit. The more we are, the faster that video will appear…
So, do you want to win a paranormal object from the Goldstein Collection? Then go and find the video!
Goldstein Collection’s first item up for auction
After finding a way to receive money from the abroad (it’s not so easy if you live in Argentina), I listed on eBay the first item of the collection. It’s a vintage Parker 51 pen that belonged to the Devil and was stolen from Satan’s pocket right after signing a deal with him. If you want to bid for the item please follow this link:
Devil’s Parker 51 Pen stolen from Satan’s pocket
This acution ends on Nov-16-07.
In the next post I’ll copy the item’s description, starting this way the desired gallery of paranormal artifacts and mystic paraphernalia which compose the Goldstein Collection. For this purpose, I’ll create a new “Collection” category. So if you click it, you’ll see post after post, my grandfather’s wonderful assortment.
What happened with EVPs?
I had not even one instance of paranormal communication lately and I’m sort of disappointed about that. I believed that after quitting my job the messages’ frequency rate would be greatly increased. But that did not happen. The Spica is now operating almost all day long, specially by night, since I found that, without the imposed schedule of a regular daytime job, I’m a rather nightly creature.
So now, if you want me to put things clear, I would say that I’m following three simultaneous and entwined directions:
- To keep alive the connection with my deceased grandfather.
- To find that YouTube video Goldstein was seeing when he died.
- To sell the Goldstein Collection.
These last days I’ve been centered primary in the first goal of the above list. Maybe too centered. EVPs can be as tricky as addictive and that’s the possible reason for my lack of success in hearing my grandfather’s voice. I’m not a Latin expert, but could it be that the word “addiction” is derived from the negative prefix a- plus the term “diction”? If this is correct, according to my speculative etymology, “addiction” could mean literally “without diction”, “without spoken expression” or “mute”. That’s pretty amazing because it explains why my obsession (call it addiction) interferes -or simply pauses- my grandfather’s diction.
I have two other objectives to watch over. Therefore I must let it flow and remember to stay in motion.
My selling plans for the Goldstein Collection
To wake up without the alarm-clock’s buzz is quite an experience. I really recommend it to everyone. Add to it a slow-paced breakfast and the satisfaction is complete.
But lets talk about the collection… I’ve spent this past weekend delving into my grandfather’s treasure, re-organizing it and thinking about what would be the best way to trade this fascinating paranormal bonanza. After meditating for several hours, I finally decided to sell each object separately. This kind of “retail” solution will allow me to show the collection in its fullness, adding to www.goldsteincollection.com the following feature (which, by the way, was this site’s original purpose): to serve as a gallery for the quintessential assortment of haunted artifacts and mystical paraphernalia that Goldstein had gathered during his lifetime. In that sense, the “one at a time” plan is ideal since it will give me occasion to gradually tell here each object’s own curious story -and post along some pictures.
While I was surrounded by these amazing items I realized the huge sentimental value of this collection as a whole. And, of course, I won’t even try to hide that fact. There is also an enormous amount of sorrow involved in this idea of selling it. But freedom is more valuable than any material possession, and that is something Goldstein would agree with; the idea was his after all.
I’m a free man again
I quit my job today. It was a risky move, but I’m far of being regretful. The time had come for me to move along and advance; regardless of the direction, the secret is to be in motion and remain in motion. Isn’t this Newton’s first law, after all? I’ve spent three years in a row stuck in that office, feeling just plain miserable. But no more. This morning I’ve submitted my resignation letter and believe me that I feel now diaphanous as a ghost. There are still some legal issues which require to be solved, but the sensation of freedom is complete (and priceless).
To follow my grandfather’s commandment was not an arduous decision. Anyhow, I hated this blood sucking job and, obviously, I had no great desire to evaluate the situation. Yesterday was my last awful day at work and, while my body was physically confined in the office, my mind was already here, at home, engaged with Goldstein’s last surprising commission.
For good or bad this is the beginning of something new. I’m excited and expectant like a prisoner that have just broke free. The impact of this decision is still unmeasurable. Will see what strange opportunities the fate will bring.
Number Stations
I gathered with Angel Manoukian this last Friday night. A couple of days ago I invited him to come home to discuss about the nature of the EVP phenomena. I had some weird ideas on what I called the Supernatural’s Physics of Reception and I wanted to contrast them with the point of view of a specialist. In fact, I needed someone savvy enough to confirm (or deny) these eccentric hypothesis that assaulted me lately.
Angel arrived punctual at 22:30 and I served some quickly prepared vegetarian snacks. (Margin note: I’ve inherited a few splendid things from my grandfather, from rare books to his whole collection of paranormal artifacts, and I count the vegetarian diet as one of those inherited treasures. Some day I should tell here how come the eldest son of a ritual slaughterer -a shoykhet, in Yiddish- became a merciful vegetarian in his early teen years). We ate and talked in a very friendly mood, surrounded by the Spica’s white noise interference as our background music. Basically, our whole conversation swirled around Goldstein’s significant figure. We shared some of those great anecdotes of my grandfather and, in a curious way, that made me feel at peace. At least for as long as our dialogue lasted.
During our meeting, Manoukian revealed his latest project: at this moment, he finds himself analyzing the feasible paranormal sources of this yet unexplained phenomena widely known as “Number Stations”. These Number Stations are untraceable shortwave radio channels that carry cryptic messages, generally odd series of numbers and alphabets. Usually spoken by a female voice, the broadcast signals are being tuned worldwide from almost one hundred years back (that means by the time of the first human radio transmissions and the very beginning of the radio era).
Manoukian’s studies will lead him to travel, mostly to Europe and probably to India also. But I don’t know exactly to what purpose. He will be away for one month or so, though. It seems that Goldstein himself suggested to Angel to conduct this investigation; that was before his death.