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FINDINGS -- Haldeman Mansion Investigation, Bainbridge, PA

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.

We welcome other investigators to login and add their findings, comments, links.

Thank you, M.A.P.I.; we had a superb time.

RESEARCH -- How School Destroyed Your Curiosity - Amanda Rachwitz

Karma demands They must disclose intent to victims

Poesoned by Jesuits: Discover Jesuit Subterfuge In Action

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.

FOREST GLEN: Higher Form of Boo Under Charm of Eras Past

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.

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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.

Military Wiki -- Walter Reed Army Institute of [biowar] Research

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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Washington, D.C.'s "The Washington Monument" is the best-known DC-area obelisk, being (in case you didn't know) the tallest unreinforced free-standing masonry structure in the world.

The Masonic Temple (within eyesite of #1, in central Alexandria, Virginia) is #2. Interestingly, G.W. was a Mason.


Much lesser known, a third obelisk is sits on the Potomac in (relatively) nearby Shepherdstown, West Virginia: the James Rumsey Bridge/Monument. Across the river is C&O canal Lock #38. Shepherdstown is the oldest in WV. James Rumsey demonstrated a steamboat twenty years before Robert Fulton, but it was not a commercial success and the glory escaped him.

Baltimore sports #4: the original "Washington Monument." (Howard, Lombard & Liberty Sts.) [I understand there may be a second, substantial, obelisk type monument also in Baltimore.]

Popes Creek, VA has obelisk #5, at George Washington's birthplace. In case you were curious, Big George also lived at Mount Vernon, Virginia and at Ferry Farm (near Dickerson, Maryland). There's also a small obelisk over GW's grave in Mount Vernon. They have George and Martha all tombed up together in a locked mausoleum in a tree grove on the Mount Vernon grounds. K-reepy.

Another Baltimore obelisk stands at Herring Run Park (Mount Vernon neighborhood/Peabody Conservatory at Madison + Centre Sts.; moved in 1964 from North Avenue east of Harford Road): the world's first obelisk dedicated to Christopher Columbus. Baltimore has two other monuments to Columbus, too! Getting smaller in height but not in scope, Edgar Allan Poe's gravestone is an obelisk.

James Rumsey (1743-1792): American Genius
By Jim Surkamp

James Rumsey was an 18th century blacksmith in Shepherdstown who transformed himself into a modern scientist. According to ironworker/Rumsey expert, Dan Tokar, Rumsey seemed to possess a three-dimensional laboratory in his mind's eye where he created objects never before seen or touched by man. He would assemble these figments in his imagination, making the resulting contraption go forward, backward, constantly re-creating their particulars to suit his fevered fancy.

Most of his time was spent repairing all things iron in his village, making him a man central to much activity. He would also be hired to study grist mills along the Town Run en route to the Potomac, spending hours trying to figure new ways water could be directed to hit a water wheel or other surface to generate the most motor power with the least waste of water power. One day he obtained a copy of John Theophilus Desaguliers' exposition on the principles of Newtonian physics. Surely what must have freed his mind was its simple dictum: "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction."

His inspired work on directing water to create power easily segued over to a new way of looking at this old problem: enclose water, heat it, and direct the steamy pressure out a controlled passage. Using only the crudest supplies, he banged out a boiler from pieces of guns and scraps from the Antietam Iron Works directly across the river in Maryland.

In a scene right out of the movies he chanced to meet the revered Gen. George Washington in September, 1784, in an inn in Berkeley Springs. When Washington rose to leave he may have - figuratively - already agreed to not only pay for his meal, but to pay Rumsey to build him a house in the town, and to witness a demonstration of this intriguing man's new-fangled craft - the steamboat.

From that day on, Gen. Washington spent inordinate amounts of his energy chasing a dream of unifying the young country's inland natural resources and the coastal ports, relying primarily on a canal system and steamboats like the one this fellow Rumsey would make. Washington started by hiring Rumsey to be the engineer to the Patowmack Company to develop this vision.

When Rumsey's steamboat was successfully tried on the banks of the Potomac in Shepherdstown on December 3, 1787 with Gen. Horatio Gates, Henry Bedinger and many others on hand, this steamboat worked some twenty years before the better-known steamboat of Robert Fulton. In truth, Rumsey's steamboat, which taught Fulton much, would have won a science fair and maybe not alter history. Venture capital was not accumulated so early in our history to help. Crucially he yielded to the erroneous advice of no less than Ben Franklin, who said paddlewheels would not be needed to make the boat work just fine. He was very wrong. Fulton made sure his boat combined paddlewheels and steam propulsion. Fulton's boat went much faster.

Armed with a letter of introduction from Franklin, Rumsey, the "country mouse," set sail in 1788 for the world capital of commerce - London. During his time in Europe, he even spent a day in March, 1789 "talking shop" with Thomas Jefferson, then our ambassador in Paris. Each man wrote a friend of the interview.

Rumsey wrote Benjamin West March 20th. He uses a humorous code equating his designs to a hobby horse, fearing the loss of a trade secret to other claimants to being the steamboats inventor.

I have this day had a good ride upon my hobby. It was by the particular request of our American Embassader that I took this ride, and glad I was of the opertunity of mounting, having been so long out of practice, by being in a Country where the people could not understand the Language in which I explained hobbys gates. Mr. Jeffersons Hotel was the place appointed for me to Exercise, and I had not been long mounted before Mr. Jefferson bore me Company, and fine sport we should have had, would time have permitted; but dinner time came on and Company arrived that had been invited to dine. The horse was therefore obliged to be Stabled; however Mr. Jefferson was so pleased with hobby, that he borrowed him of me, with the Explanation of his gates. - I know very well that what I have said will convey to you a Very Clear idea of the business of the day, but I beg you not to explain it to anybody (not nobody) in the Same way. To be Serious, you cannot Conceive how attentive Mr. Jefferson has been to my business. He has been to the Hotels of a great number of the nobility to gain their interest in my favor. But the most of them are unfortunately for me in the Country at the Election now holding. When they return I have no doubt but I shall succeed in the object of my Journey.

What is much in my favor is Mr. Jeffersons being the most popular Embasador at the French Court. They are Certainly fond of america in this Country, for American principles are bursting forth in Every quarter; it must give great pleasure to the feeling mind, to see millions of his fellow Creatures Emerging from a state not much better than Slavery . . .

On March 24th, Jefferson wrote a Mr. Willard about his meeting or interview with Rumsey:

(Rumsey) His principal merit is in the improvement of the boiler, and, instead of the complicated machinery of oars and paddles proposed by others (John Fitch - ED), the substitution of so simple a thing as the reaction of a stream of water on his vessel. He is building a sea-vessel at this time in England and she will be ready for an experiment in May. He has suggested a great number of mechanical improvements in a variety of branches; and upon the whole is the most original and the greatest mechanical genius I have ever seen . . .

Just weeks after arriving in London, Rumsey landed an interview with potentially perfect sponsors: James Watt and Mathew Boulton, the owners of the world's largest steam engine company. They were now in the black and ready to do business.

Boulton had two stacks of patents and drawings to evaluate - one of Rumsey's work, the other of a relentless rival, John Fitch - both claiming to have invented the steamboat, both with a large state's backing and charter. Perhaps after slipping on his pince-nez and filling his cup with tea or something stronger, Boulton's informed eye wandered over Fitch's papers, and soon thereafter shoved the pile aside as being spurious. He then began entering Rumsey's world - his three-dimensional imagined laboratory - going through Rumsey's magnificent drawings rendering, for example, the shallow draft for steamboats that would cover the Mississippi River decades later. He perhaps was in awe of one particular "thought experiment:"

Studying the Archimedean screw, the corkscrew shape used to extract corks from wine bottles, Rumsey imaginatively looked at this shape from the end, "flattened" it to two dimensions and began calling it a "propeller." Not bad for a man living at a time when propellers were not yet pushing iron ships across the Atlantic and lifting airplanes through the skies.

Boulton brought Rumsey back in and said: "We shall make an offer to you that we shall not make to any other," which was ownership in their company, in exchange for Rumsey's creating for them steamboats to sell in America. Had there been email or telephones, this could have been easy to say yes to. But the innocent country blacksmith feared accepting the offer would somehow betray his sponsors, including Franklin, at the Philosophical Society in Philadelphia, who paid for his voyage. Most certainly they sent him to London to get just such an offer as the one made.

While Boulton fumed and waited, John Vaughn, a poor choice of advisor and agent, continuously fed Rumsey with doubts about this sterling offer. Poor Rumsey did not know Vaughn had his own secret designs to start a rival company in Ireland. Rumsey escaped the discomforts of this dilemma by immersing himself happily in the building of another boat, the "Columbia Maid," to be tried on the Thames. He fell deeper and deeper in debt in a city of huge debtors' prisons that were quite full.

Finally, the letter from Boulton came - "Sir (Mr. Rumsey) it seems you counter-balance substance with shadows . . . You, sir, have mistaken the road for the goal." Boulton was suggesting that Rumsey, like many inventors, wrongly believed that creating the final drawing was the hardest part of creating a manufactured, saleable product.

Desperate and sponsor-less, with Vaughn's talk only that, Rumsey wrote a friend in Shepherdstown that he was actually visiting the debtor's prisons and seeing their wretched inmates, certain that "someday this too will be my home." He could not tell his wife, with two children, in Shepherdstown in a cabin on Duke Street (the site of today's Catholic rectory).

On the eve of the trial of the new boat, and very much in debt, Rumsey rose to speak before the Philosophical Society in London. He was almost breaking with stress. The room for him began to spin and spin, then went black. When they revived him briefly the next morning, James Rumsey's last words were: "I must die."

Even though he had been in London only for months, he was buried in St. Margaret's Chapel at Westminster Abbey. They knew already what sort of man he was.

And there was another man also in London with common friends of Rumseys, named Robert Fulton. A recent edition of the "World Book Encyclopedia" notes that Rumsey died in 1792. Fulton's entry says the year he began working "in earnest" on the steamboat was - 1792. Perhaps he got started by taking a carriage to the London Patent Office and asking for the file marked "Rumsey." He too knew what sort of man he was.

Goddard Space Flight Center


Missiles are obelisks, too, no?

Point Lookout Obelisk, monument for 4,000 Civil War prisoners who died there.