The Indian Rope Trick.
A magician and his assistant would take to the streets of India. The magician would throw a rope into the air and it would stand at a 90 degree angle from the ground. It just looked like the rope went into a hole in the sky. The magician's assistant would then climb up the rope, disappearing into the clouds. The magician would then call his assistant back to the street. But the boy wouldn't climb back down. So, naturally, the magician would become angry. Rules must be followed. Laws must be obeyed. He'd shout and shout but his assistant would remain in the clouds. The magician would then become so enraged he would grab a sword, bitch the whole way up the rope then disappear himself. The assistant's bloody arms, legs, head, and torso would then fall from the sky back to the street where the audience had gathered. Money would be made. The magician would then move on. To the next street. The next audience. The next dollar. The next assistant.
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The following article appeared world-wide on September 16, 2005:
Man's static jacket sparks alert
An Australian man built up so much static electricity in his clothes as he walked that he burned carpets, melted plastic and sparked a mass evacuation.
Frank Clewer, of the western Victorian city of Warrnambool, Australia, was wearing a synthetic nylon jacket and a woollen shirt when he went for a job interview.
As he walked into the building, the carpet ignited from the 40,000 volts of static electricity that had built up.
"It sounded almost like a firecracker or something like that," he said.
"Within about five minutes, the carpet started to erupt," he told Australian radio.
Perplexed firemen evacuated the building and cut its electricity supply, thinking the burns could have been caused by a power surge.
"There were several scorch marks in the carpet, and we could hear a cracking noise - a bit like a whip - both inside and outside the building," said fire official Henry Barton.
Mr Clewer said that after leaving the building, he scorched a piece of plastic in his car.
His clothes were measured by firemen as carrying an electrical charge of 40,000 volts, the Reuters news agency quoted Mr Barton as saying.
The fire official added that the charge was close to being high enough to cause the items to spontaneously combust.
In July of 1955 Erkson Gorique, a successful American importer, traveled to Norway to purchase some glassware and fine china. Although Gorique had travled all over the world, he had never been to Noway before. Niether did he know any one in Norway.
As he arrived at his hotel in Olso, Norway to check in, the clerk recognized him and greeted him by name. Gorique was a little confused as to how the clerk had recognized him. She insisted that he had been to the hotel a few months earlier, and that she had remembered him because of his unusal name and distinctly American appearance. Everywhere Gorique went, one person or another seemed to recognize him, even a Mr. Olsen who he was buying the glassware and china from.
When Gorique asked Olsen about why everyone was recognizing him, Olsen told him about the Vardogers. According to a common belief in Norway, it is not unusal for a man to come home from work early, tell his wife to start dinner, sit down, and then disappear. The disappearing man is called a "Vardoger", and is not the actual man. Then the real man will return home at a later time, to find that his wife has already made dinner.
The Vardogers do not appear to be dangerous. They seem to be rather helpful, as in the case of Gorique, who's Vardoger helped him to become aquainted in a foriegn country. Mr. Olsen said to Gorique on the subject, "I can offer you no concrete explanation for our Vardoger. But it is not such a rare thing as psychic phenomena go. At least not here in Norway. You really shouldn't let the expirence upset you so much. "
- October 2002 was a bad month for old-age record holders. The oldest living woman, oldest man and oldest American all died. > Kamato Hongo, recognized as the world's oldest person by the Guinness Book of Records, died of pneumonia on Oct. 31 in her native Japan at 116. She had held the title since March, 2002, after the death of 115-year-old American Maude Farris-Luse. > At the end of September, Yukichi Chuganji, the world's oldest man, according to Guinness, died at 114 in southern Japan. But in mid-October a man named Sek Yi, died in Cambodia. His family said he was 122 years old but his birth date is not documented. Japan's Health, Labor and Welfare Ministry said Mitoyo Kawate of Hiroshima -- 114 years old – is now the oldest person in Japan, but there has not been an official announcement by Guinness. > Elena Slough, documented as the oldest person in the U.S., died Oct. 5 at the nursing home where her daughter died three days earlier. She was 114 or 115, according to different sources. The Gerontology Research Group said Slough was born on July 8, 1889, making her 114 years old at the time of her death. What is not in dispute is that Slough had been the oldest person in the United States since April, when 113-year-old Mary Dorothy Christian died in San Pablo, Calif.. The oldest fully authenticated age to which any human has lived is the 122 years and 164 days of Frenchwoman Jeanne-Louise Calment, who died in 1997.
for years until now for reasons i will not go into, i will say this, she was an astrologer to the stars, now you don't get that without havin the goods. she predicted that republican dirty tricks team would rip out our dental work and replace them with transmitters in our fillings.
Eugène Eyraud, the first Christian missionary to Easter Island, brought tuberculosis in 1867 which took a quarter of the island's remaining population of 1,200. No statues were reported standing at the time of his arrival.
"Roy Cleveland Sullivan was a Forest Ranger in Virginia who had an incredible attraction to lightning... or rather it had an attraction to him.
Over his 36-year career as a ranger, Sullivan was struck by lightning seven times - and survived each jolt, but not unscathed. His seventh strike put him in the Guinness Book of World Records.
Lightning strikes:
In 1942, the first lightning strike shot through Sullivan's leg and knocked his big toenail off.
In 1969, a second strike burned off his eyebrows and knocked him unconscious.
In 1970, another strike left his shoulder seared.
In 1972 his hair was set on fire and Roy had to dump a bucket of water over his head to cool off.
On August 7, 1973, another bolt ripped through his hat and hit him on the head, set his hair on fire again, threw him out of his truck and knocked his left shoe off.
On June 5, 1976, a sixth strike in 1976 left him with an injured ankle.
On June 25th, 1977, the last lightning bolt to hit Roy Sullivan sent him to the hospital with chest and stomach burns in 1977.
His wife was also struck once, when a sudden storm welled up as she and her husband were out hanging wash on the back yard clothesline.
On September 28, 1983, Roy Sullivan died at age 71, reportedly of a self-inflicted gunshot wound over troubles unrelated to lightning".
"Here, then, is what I was able to note immediately after the decapitation: the eyelids and lips of the guillotined man worked in irregularly rhythmic contractions for about five or six seconds … I waited for several seconds. The spasmodic movements ceased.
The face relaxed, the lids half closed on the eyeballs, leaving only the white of the conjunctiva visible, exactly as in the dying whom we have occasion to see every day in the exercise of our profession, or as in those just dead.
It was then that I called in a strong, sharp voice: 'Languille!' I saw the eyelids slowly lift up, without any spasmodic contractions … Next Languille's eyes very definitely fixed themselves on mine and the pupils focused themselves … After several seconds, the eyelids closed again, slowly and evenly, and the head took on the same appearance as it had had before I called out.
It was at that point that I called out again and, once more, without any spasm, slowly, the eyelids lifted and undeniably living eyes fixed themselves on mine with perhaps even more penetration than the first time. Then there was a further closing of the eyelids, but now less complete. I attempted the effect of a third call; there was no further movement and the eyes took on the glazed look which they have in the dead.
I have just recounted to you with rigorous exactness what I was able to observe. The whole thing had lasted twenty-five to thirty seconds.
"- Dr. Jacques Beaurieux, upon viewing the beheading of Henri Languille on June 28, 1905.
