By Clyde Lewis

One of the most terrifying Alien creatures allegedly lies deep, somewhere in an ice water slumber. Even though this creature is the creation of a gripping mythology there are many coincidences that may wake you from your nightmare. There are many synchronicities that may indicate that "Cthulhu" may be rising from his sleep to rule the earth yet again.

As you sail among the seas of dreamland there are many places that are still uncharted and there are many vaults unopened in the minds eye. The Great Onesí have evolved into fables and have been reduced to myths yet those who know the truth are beginning to come forward to say that the Titans that sleep below may rise again to rule the earth.

We all know that the Titans spoken of by H.P. Lovecraft are said to be a myth yet their spirits continue to haunt even the most skeptical of explorers. The waters still have many mysteries that lay in wait for those unfortunate enough to become snared in their perilous trappings.

Sailors who have traversed the deep areas where the creatures dwell hold sacred in their hearts what they have seen out in the void alone and sometimes to their sheer terror some of the more horrific secrets unfold and they never live to tell the tale.

Recently the news has given us stories of bravery and loss of life. Hollywood has delivered movies that give us a warning that no matter what precautions you take, the sea is no respecter of persons and that perhaps a chaos rules the deep.

Need we forget to mention the areas of the ocean that have swallowed up planes, ships and submarines.

We have all heard of the Bermuda Triangle and how many debunkers have virtually rendered the watery real estate that spreads between Miami, San Juan, and Bermuda virtually free from culpability of the various disappearances and accidents there. Some believe that there are many Triangles all over the planet.

Many places where storms creep up from out of nowhere and ships along with planes disappear. Many stories have been buried regarding UFOís and their relationship to the sea. Their emergence from the liquid medium has gone relatively ignored yet most UFO sightings happen over bodies of water. They descend from the sky and plunge into the sea or the inland lake. This raises the question "Do aliens find refuge in our seas?"

In the book Atlantis Rising, Brad Steiger speculated that fluid friendly aliens could be traced to inner space. He writes that we may look no farther than Atlantis, the legendary and mysterious Island that sank below the waters to find some of our Alien masters. Atlantis allegedly is situated in the middle of the Atlantic, which is coincidentally a place where vicious Hurricanes develop and many Ocean disasters have taken place. One of the newest areas of strangeness in the Atlantic area is being touted as the Block Island Triangle. The Triangle is more of a rectangle since the area spans west of the infamous Montauk area, up to Block Island 15 miles north northeast, in land northwest, and out to Plum Island and Nantucket 90 miles east. This area has seen many accidents recently like the TWA 800 disaster, Swissair 111 crash, John F. Kennedy Jr.'s ill-fated flight and the mysterious Egypt Air 990 crash.

There have also been a number of investigators who talk about the Great Lakes Triangle. When I think of this area of the United States I have to rely on my good friend and colleague Rob McConnell who is a well known researcher and host of the X-zone on CKTB radio in St. Catherineís Ontario. He explained to me on many occasions that events happen in the Triangle that are mysterious and disturbing. One particular story is the haunting story of a ship whose crew disappeared.

It is the well-known story of the Edmund Fitzgerald. To this day Her captain and crew of 28 men are still listed as "missing." Whatever happened to the boat happened so fast that the crew had no time to get life jackets or launch lifeboats.

According to McConnell:

"When the Edmund Fitzgerald was launched, it was the largest of all the great laker boats. When she sailed from Duluth, Minnesota on November 9, 1975, she too was sailing in tandem with another laker, the Arthur M. Anderson. They easily weathered a mild storm but to be safe the Edmund Fitzgerald checked her speed to close the distance between her and the Andersen.

A snow flurry obscured their view briefly. The radar told the Andersen that the Fitzgerald was less than nine miles ahead. When the flurry lifted the Andersen could see for twenty miles but there was no Fitzgerald. She had gone with a sudden convulsion to the bottom, with all hands. When the wreckage was found, it was discovered that every lifeboat was still securely fastened.

The amazing part of that accident is that for at least three hours the Fitzgerald was filling up with water. We know now that even though no one aboard the Fitzgerald knew it at the time. What is really strange about this accident is that no one ne put on life jackets.

No one called out in distress. In fact, up until the very last minute before the Fitzgerald went under the water, the First Mate of the Fitzgerald was saying that the ship was all right, that they were having no problems."

When I was a kid there was a song played on the radio that gave me the creeps. I didnít know what it was about back then but the chilly sound of it made me realize that the song was about a mysterious event. It was by Gordon Lightfoot, a Canadian singer who wrote the song for his Summertime Dream album. The Lyrics are as spooky read aloud as sung:

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee'
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy

With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early.

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T'was the witch of November come stealin'.

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind.
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'.
Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya.
At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it's been good t'know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.

They might have split up or they might have capsized;
May have broke deep and took water.

And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.

Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her,

And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the Gales of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,

In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee'.
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early! -- Gordon Lightfoot


Why was there no distress signal? What could have possibly happened so quickly that the crew would vanish without a trace?

The Iroquois Indians would speak of the Serpents of the Lakes. Monsters that would rear their heads in storms and swallow ships whole. The White Man called it the Witch of November. A hag that would take many lives and was to be feared. The legends would continue and many would come face to face with the monster that lived below the icy waters. The problem is, the waters never gave up their secrets in the Great Lakes Triangle. All the witnesses have disappeared.

There are many places on the earth that are considered to be treacherous and perhaps cursed with monsters and "alien" activity. Loch Ness is a legendary beast of the inland Scottish waters that hogs the press when she decides to appear. New technology and traps are being set to find the elusive beasts that lurk in the dark waters. Other areas of legend are the cursed acid waters of the Great Salt Lake where storms come up from out of nowhere and cause weathermen to shake their heads. The Devil Sea off the coast of Japan has a nefarious reputation as well, and so do the treacherous areas near Cape Horn.

H.P. Lovecraft wrote about Cthulhu. It was one of the first stories to rise up and speak of a malevolent serpentine extra terrestrial. Cthulhu had a brood that was scattered throughout the earth after Pangea, the time where the continents were connected.

These hideously demonic Titans were half dragon half octipoid and would often find themselves at odds with other alien races that visited this planet. A cataclysmic event took place that wiped out the dinosaurs and sent Cthulhu and his spawn to various underwater dwellings. These dwellings were great stone palaces, which sank beneath the waves trapping the spawn and keeping them in suspended animation.

An earthquake allows Cthulhu to roam the seas again causing slaughter and Chaos. After his reign of terror his Island fortress sinks below the surface and Cthulhu sleeps with the promise of his return. His return of terror and bloodshed. His return of disasters that only take place upon the waters.

Of course Cthulhu is a myth that has entertained many readers since 1926. However a freelance writer from New York has found a coincidence in some little known scientific research. John Vincent Sanders captured my attention when he wrote an article for Fortean Times Magazine called "Titans Below."

After the tragic story of the KURSK submarine disaster that took place in the Barents Sea, I re-read the article to get that ice watery feel in my blood.

He claimed in his article, that during a Discovery Channel Broadcast called "Creatures of the Abyss " that a mysterious sound had been detected in the Pacific Ocean somewhere between New Zealand and Chile.

The location of these sounds are coincidentally enough in the same area of the ocean where Lovecraft claimed Cthulhu now sleeps awaiting his revenge on the world.

Are UFOís and alien life forms hiding beneath the surface of our oceans and great lakes? Do they cause mammoth storms to form out of nowhere? Are they the cause of the disasters where planes vanish, and crews disappear without a trace?

The story of the Russian sailors having their breath literally swallowed from them by the water gave me the eerie reminder that we still do not know what evil lurks under the sea.

While the Barents Sea is far from the South pacific the mythology of the abyss tells us that the call of Cthulhu is heard in every locale.

Is it any coincidence that the Submarine may have hit something and that the hull gave way so fast that they did not know what hit them? The Russians are not fessing up to what they hit.

Iím not saying that a sea monster or UFO was responsible for the subís destruction but the waters never give up their secrets. A nuclear submarine also can release a deadly chain of events and who knows what monsters will awaken after exposure to nuclear radiation?

All too coincidental when we are seeing the return of a fictitious dragon from the deep, the Japanese Godzilla. Godzilla was a monster that was awakened from its sleep due to the nuclear explosions in Japan. The inspiration for the rubber-suited monolith was of course based on reports of a real life mammoth serpent that was sighted soon after the atomic bombing of Nagasaki.

It is synchronistic in a summer where we watch a tiny fishing boat get pummeled by monster waves of a "Perfect" monster storm.

As we watch a magnificent killing machine like the Great White Shark in "Jaws" terrorize a small New England town on a DVD player, we realize that Cthulhu in his many forms is popular again.

Perhaps its time to question if Cthulhu is really dead, or is dreaming of your destruction as you wade out unprotected in his liquid domain.

His spirit is truly awake in the new millennium and he haunts the dark vaults that are buried deep in the caverns of the psyche.


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