What do you do when faced with a story that is not just downright bizarre, but that blends issues relative to both Ufology and Cryptozoology into the mix? Well, I know what some researchers do (because they’ve told me!): they ignore them, largely because such reports don’t fall into the nice, relaxed, comfort zones they have carefully cultivated. Fortunately, I have no need nor desire for comfort zones, and I see no reason at all why we should self-enforce rigid belief-systems on phenomena we’re still trying to grasp. So, with that said, read on…
In the summer of 1968, a man named Alistair Baxter – who had a lifelong interest in tales and legends of lake monsters and sea serpents – traveled to Loch Ness, Scotland and spent nine weeks armed with a camera and binoculars, while quietly and carefully monitoring the loch for any unusual activity of the beastly variety.
Baxter never did see the elusive creatures of Loch Ness, but he did speak with numerous people who had seen them. And, after being at the loch-side almost constantly for five weeks, a decidedly unusual event occurred. Baxter was awoken in the middle of the night by a curious humming sound that was emanating from a bright, small, ball of light about the size of a football that – at a height of around fifteen feet from the ground – was slowly and carefully making its way through the surrounding trees that enveloped Baxter’s modestly sized tent.
Suddenly, and without any warning, the ball of light shot into the sky to a height of several hundred feet and hovered in deathly silence over the still waters of Loch Ness. For reasons that Baxter was at a loss to explain, he felt an overwhelming urge to go back to sleep and the next thing he knew it was daybreak. But the strangeness had barely begun.
Shortly after breakfast three men in black suits appeared outside of Baxter’s tent seemingly out of nowhere and proceeded to ask him if he had seen anything unusual during the night. He replied that he hadn’t, at which point one of the three men then turned to his two colleagues and made what Baxter said was “a strange smile.” The man turned to face Baxter. “We might return,” said one of the mysterious men in black and all three departed by simply walking off into the woods. They never did return, perhaps fortunately for Baxter.
Most interesting of all was the fact that for the following three nights, Baxter had a recurring and frightening dream of a large and lumbering ape-man pacing outside of his tent and that then headed down to the shores of the loch, whereupon, under a star-lit sky, it would tilt its head back, wail loudly and stand staring at the ink-black water.
The dream always ended the same way: with an image of a huge and ominous atomic mushroom cloud exploding in the distance and the beginning of a Third World War and the end of our civilization.
Lake monsters, the dreaded Men in Black, Armageddon, Bigfoot-type beasts, and ethereal balls of light flitting through the trees that surround the mysterious waters of Loch Ness – what on Earth, or possibly off it, was going on?
I have to be honest and say I have no real idea. But, cases like this do convince me of several important factors: The mysteries of Ufology and Cryptozoology are not all that they initially appear to be. They seem to be somehow intertwined in ways that both baffle and intrigue us. And there seems to be a high degree of Trickster-like activity present in certain cases, such as that of Alistair Baxter.
The big names of Flying Saucer-seeking and monster-hunting (you know: the ones with letters after their names) may not like to admit it, but within the world of Forteana, nothing is quite as it seems. That is, unless you’re driven by belief and a mind already made-up, and you can’t face dealing with rogue events and cases such as that cited above. But if you do fall into that category, well, it’s time to wake up and face the real world, whatever that might be!