eastGhost.com with M.A.P.I., Sep 2019.
Several teams attended in 3 groups: inside the Main House, inside the Summer House, outside on the grounds.
Approximately 10:30pm: Interesting, the colorful stationary "orbs" hovering near Liz and Cliff, southeast of Main House, despite no flash with only ambient lighting during long exposure. Numerous reports include communications with young aethereal prankster "Jacob" and sightings of shadow apparitions and the "little girl upstairs".
Gauss meter response, quiet at around 0.1 Gs for most of the night in the Main House, agitated and skyrocketed up to 13 Gs during our singing of Civil War era songs in the Summer House. Meter sat stationary. We took notice: "It was as if ghosts were dancing or whirling about unseen right in front of us."
Liz' copper divining rods were active as usual and responding promptly and clearly to questions posed; copper rods in a sanitized, human-removed apparatus did not respond to any prompting. LASER shadowing, animal boobytraps, and other meters and apparatii went silent/unaffected.
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Thank you, M.A.P.I.; we had a superb time.
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Consider the circumstantial evidence for Poe having been poisoned by Jesuits -- Edgar Allen Poe, a literary "Oprah Winfrey" popular celebrity of his time, and also (in recent Catholic publications) an oft-touted poker-playing good friend and next-door neighbor of Jesuits, seems most likely to have been poisoned whilst in Catholic-laden Baltimore, by Jesuits, as seems their wont, in order to silence his self-proclaimed greatest, longest and sadly final work, "EUREKA", which painstakingly posits the simple and pernicious dismissal of the intently humanity-minimizing Jesuitical cosmology thusly: An infinite number (or even merely the Jesuitically-insisted upon "vast number" - hear Carl Sagan's "billions and billions") of stars would make even the darkest night sky as bright as day.
With all the supposed stars in the Jesuitically theorized cosmos, the darkest night sky should appear bright as day.
Spookily, the U.S. Park Service docents at Poe's house in Philadelphia resoundingly demean EUREKA, apparently abetting to shame and mislead curious sheeple back into flock. Go try it yourself; mention EUREKA to a US Park Service custodian of the Poe museum in Philadelphia; login and report back what you hear. Witness their off-putting derision and ridicule first-hand, versus the otherwise reasonably expected warm welcome befitting any increased curiosity, discussion and wonder even mildly instigated by Poe -- after all it is his museum; open minds expect curators would be lighting and fanning fires not extinguishing them. Also look at how Poe's EUREKA -- his final, longest and self-proclaimed greatest work -- is suspiciously absent from nearly all publications available at the Poe museum. What a curious thing to have to dutifully seek out, and in there is the clue. Witness the handywork of Jesuit mislead and control by omission.
To celebrate this season of boo here are a few nighttime shots, exploratory notes and research findings that together weave an eerie menagerie. Below is the statue of Minerva at Forest Glen, Maryland. The aging structure is the remainder of a 'Spanish Dorm' at the northeast corner of the property. About one-half mile along Minerva's Medusa'd gaze looms the Mormon Temple.
This fascinating complex is steeped in oddity, military and medical intrigues, darkly intertwining and spanning from our nation's founding days to our present. Spooky enough all on its own, but when it's real, and militarily verifiably so, that's what really gets you ...transmogrifying mere goosebumps into palpable fear.
BELOW Statue of Minerva near remainder of Spanish Dorm
Forest Glen was a close-by ecape-destination providing early Washingon, DC residents cool relief in its comparative highlands (DC was in part literally a swamp, hot, muggy, Potomac River in the summer) before it was a premiere girls' finishing school; then it became an Army convalescence home before being used for biowar research ... and then ultimately becoming an expensive housing development (!).
Concerted efforts at reclamation and historical preservation have been ongoing for many years. The property was a failed (or abandoned?) farming thing, then a failed commercial thing, then a failed educational thing, then a failed military thing, and now it's a pseudo military-commercial historical-preservation compound meets high-priced housing collective kinda thing. The depth and twists of its many at-odds juxtapositions and uncanny energies give lasting allure to all things Forest Glen.
Also on the property is a magnificent Spanish Ballroom, an authentic Dutch windmill (sorority house), several other unusual structures, and Maryland's only real Japanese Pagoda.
BELOW Japanese Pagoda, Spanish Ballroom
BELOW Dutch Windmill Sorority House, one of the many fanciful housings for students during the finishing school era of Forest Glen.
BELOW Italian Marble Fountain, a prideful centerpiece long ago drained and silenced; recent restoration efforts have provided new hope of watery resurrection.
Bad deaths alerted by numerous seances undertaken on the property and an unshakably intertwined history of military misery and biowarfare taint the area. The same commander at Frederick Maryland's FORT DETRICK (25 miles to the northwest) is also in-charge of the adjacent Forest Glen Annex and its noxious Walter Reed Army Institute of (biowarfare) Research. By some accounts, the Army spent '7 figures' on work in the woods immediately northwest of the FGA – but exploration revealed only one of 7 bridges was shored-up, not even rebuilt; meanwhile, what are expensively out-of-place: Numerous sink-tubes, filled in, capped, yet having automatic monitoring sensors and electronics, ostensibly 'gas sniffers' but more likely having something to do with potential bio-outbreak-causing leakage from the nation's [publicly-admitted] largest germ warfare lab and production monster sitting right up the hill...
BELOW Path to Expensive Bio Sensors In The Woods Adjacent To BUILDING 503 – "The Walter Reed Army Institute of Research (WRAIR) is the largest biomedical research facility administered by the U.S. Department of Defense."
Totally coincidentally, of course, Maryland's first “outbreak” of West Nile Virus was detected in the woods immediately west of the Forest Glen Annex biowarfare production facility. This hauntingly mirrors the first detected "outbreak" of Lyme Disease in Old Lyme, Connecticut, at the very spot where the ferry landed from Plum Island, the USDA's zoonotical / tick-born disease research facility, also totally coincidental, of course, but that's a whole other intrigue – see the books HIGHER FORM OF KILLING and LAB 257.
BELOW Beta Castle at Forest Glen, sensitives routinely pick-up strong spiritual energies. Washington Post archives confirm a deadly fall from the rooftop in early 1900s. Rods, ouija and guardian-angel communications respond fervently along the path in front of the castle. Reported experiences here have included muffled voices, foreboding of anger, and "stones thrown".
BELOW What was around back in the lower floors, however, gave a totally different kind of eerie chill – animal cages, lab facilities, and what one sensitive described as "an impenetrable veil". Unclassified military records confirmed medical and biowarfare research; nearby massive BUILDING 503 biowar lab echoes these findings.
Regarding the expensive housing uncomfortably nearby, in the scheme of things DC and compared to the still-buried live World War One munitions in DC's initially-pricey Spring Valley neighborhood (on American University land once used by military for testing / proving grounds), namely Mustard, Chlorine and Phosphgene gas munitions -- "yellow cross", "green cross", and "white cross", respectively, named for the markings on the bombshell casings -- wealthy families living within eyesight (and positively within slightest-whiff distance of accidental toxin release) of the nation's largest [publicly-admitted] biowarfare lab and production facility hardly raises any dead. Yet.
Walter Reed Army Institute of Research -- This article is about the U.S. Army medical research institute (not the hospital). Otherwise, see Walter Reed (disambiguation). The Walter Reed Army Institute of Research (WRAIR) is the largest biomedical research facility administered by the U.S...
The Forest Glen area of land was originally owned by the Carroll family, of Founding Father infamy, and it was long ago a tobacco plantation. In those days, Rock Creek, which empties into Washington’s Georgetown near the first lock of the C&O Canal, was much deeper and rapidly flowing; now it is barely a trickle sans rainstorms. Tobacco was harvested and rolled down from the higher ground to the Rock Creek and then floated down to Georgetown upon shallow raft, it is said.
BELOW Moving shadows and phantamasgoric mists appear throughout the property, which is unexpectedly steeply terrain-ful with many intricate bridges, statues, constructs, stone carvings and features hidden by growth, forgotten to time.
The Carroll graves in nearby cemeteries are very interesting to visit with empaths and spiritual friends, even in the daylight but especially as dark waxes. Slave graves long ago covered over (relocated? doubt it) give credence to spine-chilling tales of hauntings, both audible and sightings all over the facilities, including inside the WRAMC Commissary and reported off-official-record by military personnel. If you can imagine "Poltergeist" happening to the military, that gets at the deeper, darker, multi-faceted soul of Forest Glen.
BELOW - Area map of Forest Glen with some highlights marked. Several residents living on the property and nearby have contacted us to confirm these findings and report other experiences. Orbful photographs and wil-o-wisps are common, along with disembodied shrieks at night not attributable to corporeal animals. It's not just 'one or two' but dozens. Over years. Claimants include well-to-do residents and active military personnel.
Regarding the endless amount of military, medical, political, and Occult weirdness that permeates DC and surroundings, you just have to know where to look and who to ask for the good stuff – and that is nearly never any 'official' sources or controlled outlets.
Visit Forest Glen sometime when you get a chance; much of it is open to the public without ID checks. Walk in the woods, bring a camera and some copper divining rods, maybe some dice, an open mind, and at least one unflappable friend of stout heart ...just be careful what you touch and even more careful about what touches you.
Be sure to login and add your pictures, findings and experiences to the organic research / findings / experiences entry on Forest Glen. Same goes for other haunts and attractions collected in our gargantuan haunts database.
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Naval hero Stephen Decatur is one of many who died from wounds at the infamous Bladensburg Dueling Grounds.
The Bladensburg Dueling Grounds was located just beyond and to the northeast of DC. For decades in America's early days, many men fought there duels of honor.
The dueling grounds are gone, noted now by a historical marker along Route 450 in Maryland. But the events that happened there so many years ago left an indelible impression. Victims of the 50 duels, men like Stephen Decatur, have perhaps left phantoms behind in their wake doomed to endlessly replay events now forgotten.
Death lingered long after dying was over. The duelists who walked away were sometimes scarred forever by what had transpired. In those days, a question of honor was often settled at gunpoint, such as in February of 1819.
Colonel John M. McCarty challenged his cousin, then-former Virginia senator, General Armistead T. Mason. The duel was over a woman's honor. McCarty believed neither should escape settlement: He proposed they both jump from the (then new) Capitol building or else both sit atop a lighted keg of gunpowder. Unsurprisingly, Mason refused the idiocy. Finally both agreed to fight at 10 paces with single ball muskets.
At next sunrise, the duel took place and Mason was killed. McCarty suffered a wounded hand and lost use of his right arm. In the following years he never forgot that horrible morning but eventually he lost his mind.
It is believed that he has returned to haunt the dueling grounds, never having recovered from murdering his cousin.
Daniel Key, the son of Francis Scott Key (author of the "Star-Spangled Banner"), festered an argument over a long sea voyage with a friend, John Sheburne, over the speed of two steamboats. When they reached Maryland they agreed to a duel on the field of honor. Unlucky Daniel Key was killed with a single shot in June of 1836.
As blood spilled in Bladensburg, ghost stories grew. These stories caused concern over the legality of dueling. Maryland laws did not apply to citizens of DC. In 1838, an incident took place that caused such a public outcry that Congress was forced to act.
Jonathan Cilley, a popular Maine congressman, was shot to death by William Graves, another congressman from Kentucky. Graves had been a stand-in for New York newspaper editor James W. Webb. Cilley had called Webb corrupt, and Graves, being a friend of the editor, took the remark rather personally.
Graves, adept with firearms, challenged Cilley to a duel who thought the whole thing foolish and never expected any duel to actually occur. Nevertheless, he found himself at Bladensburg with a rifle in his hand. The two men took up positions 80 yards apart and both fired. But no one was struck.
Round two. But still, neither fell. They agreed to take one more shot, and this proved fatal for Cilley. His leg was shot out from under him, cutting away an artery and he died in a matter of seconds on the cold ground, leaving a wife and three small children.
Cilley was barely cold before public outcry began. The next session of Congress was forced to make dueling, or accepting or making a challenge, a criminal offense.
The law appeased the public, but it did not end dueling. Instead, challenges were declared in secret and the duelists met in at Bladensburg under the cover of darkness. Not until the Civil War did the "sport" of dueling die out completely.
Bladensburg has since endured change. The small inn, where numerous duelists and their "seconds" met for a toast or some "liquid courage," is long gone, and urban growth has swallowed all but a small portion of the grounds. A few trees remain with the nearby river that was once called "Blood Run" but now is called "Eastern Branch".
Some few who visit Bladensburg occasionally report seeing dark, but not transparent, figures walking across the area, apparently specters from another time and place.
Bladensburg is located northeast of Washington, on Highway 202 in Prince Georges County. The former dueling ground is located near Fort Lincoln Cemetery, and a historical marker is located in front of the grounds on Route 450.