Speaker 1: Hello, it's Richard Maclin Smith here, not the impostor you've
Speaker 1: been listening to on the podcasts the real one. Join
Speaker 1: me for Unexplained TV at YouTube dot com Forward Slash
Speaker 1: Unexplained pod. It could be argued that our ability to
Speaker 1: comprehend our own death and the fear of such an idea,
Speaker 1: is the very thing that makes us the conscious, self
Speaker 1: aware creatures that we consider ourselves to be. That only
Speaker 1: in understanding our lives as something in opposition to death
Speaker 1: do we develop a concept of the self. You might
Speaker 1: say that death is the ultimate price of self awareness.
Speaker 1: A recent Gallup poll conducted across sixty one countries around
Speaker 1: the world found that roughly sixty percent of people believe
Speaker 1: in an after life, and yet for many of those
Speaker 1: same people, the idea of death as a final end
Speaker 1: for us and the ones we love is still the
Speaker 1: greatest of fears. We need only witness the ferocity with
Speaker 1: which people will instinctively fight for their survival, even if
Speaker 1: they believe heaven awaits them on the other side, to
Speaker 1: understand how potent this fear can be. This instinct heart
Speaker 1: wired into the brain's hypothalamus, suggests from a biological perspective,
Speaker 1: at least that, despite what we hope may await us
Speaker 1: after we die, that our bodies seem very reluctant to
Speaker 1: find out exactly what that might be. All stories, says
Speaker 1: Ernest Hemingway, are about death. What then, of the stories
Speaker 1: we tell that go a little further. The first law
Speaker 1: of thermodynamics dictate that the total amount of energy in
Speaker 1: a closed system is constant. It can neither be destroyed
Speaker 1: nor created, merely changing from one form to another. If
Speaker 1: the universe is a closed system, as many scientists believe,
Speaker 1: there is little dispute as to what fate awaits the
Speaker 1: material of the body after death. Its constituent parts will
Speaker 1: be broken down piece by peace, repurposed and reintegrated, never
Speaker 1: disturbing the scales of the universal totality of energy. Perhaps
Speaker 1: for the materialist, then this is satisfaction enough that we,
Speaker 1: in some way or other, continue to exist long after
Speaker 1: our bodies have decomposed. The idea of where we go
Speaker 1: we being the slightly more abstract and intangible notion of
Speaker 1: the self, as proven and altogether more difficult beasts to
Speaker 1: pin down. It is an unknown that cause into question
Speaker 1: the very nature of consciousness, and one that has been
Speaker 1: explored in stories told across every community and culture from
Speaker 1: as far back as we know. You're listening to Unexplained
Speaker 1: and I'm Richard MacLean Smith. Death, as an ancient Greek,
Speaker 1: provided you had received a burial, would supposedly be followed
Speaker 1: by the separation from your body of your soul, which
Speaker 1: would then be led by Hades to the entrance of
Speaker 1: the underworld. From here, your soul, taking the form of
Speaker 1: your living world self, would be ferried by Charon across
Speaker 1: the Acharn River, where, under the watchful eye of Cerberus,
Speaker 1: the three headed hound of Hades, the judges of the
Speaker 1: underworld would decide your fate. For the virtuous heroes and semigods,
Speaker 1: the golden fields of Elysium would await. For those unlucky
Speaker 1: enough to be judged sufficiently undeserving, it would be to
Speaker 1: the unlit gloom of the Tartarus Abyss that you would
Speaker 1: be dispatched. For. The ancient Egyptians, differing traditions offered a
Speaker 1: variety of after life scenarios. The most well known is
Speaker 1: to be found in the Egyptian Book of the Dead,
Speaker 1: which details a horrifying and complex journey into Duart. The
Speaker 1: Egyptian underworld. Provided your soul was able to survive a
Speaker 1: treacherous gauntlet chased by terrifying and grotesque entities, it would
Speaker 1: arrive at the Hall of Truth to face the judgment
Speaker 1: of Osiris, the god of the Dead. If found to
Speaker 1: have lived a sufficiently virtuous life, your heart would be
Speaker 1: taken by Anubis, the god of embalming, and weighed against
Speaker 1: the goddess my arts, white ostrich feather of Truth. If
Speaker 1: the heart was equal to more lighter than the feather,
Speaker 1: your soul would be granted access to the red fields
Speaker 1: of Aru, a paradisical land, where again, in the guise
Speaker 1: of your wants living body, your soul would dwell for eternity.
Speaker 1: A heart heavier than the feather of Truth would be
Speaker 1: thrown to and promptly gobbled up by the goddess and
Speaker 1: devourer of the dead Amit, condemning the soul to an
Speaker 1: eternal restlessness. In contemporary cultures influenced by the Abrahamic religions
Speaker 1: of Islam, Judaism, and Christianity, stories of the afterlife follow
Speaker 1: a similar theme, promoting a version of continued life consistent
Speaker 1: with our living sense of self image, just as it
Speaker 1: was for the ancient Greeks and Egyptians, life becomes a
Speaker 1: test of moral courage, and where we end up is
Speaker 1: subsequently dependent on our actions. The options are invariably divided
Speaker 1: between some form of heaven or hell. Followers of religions
Speaker 1: such as Hinduism, Sikhism, and Buddhism, however, believe our lives
Speaker 1: to be but one moment in the process of samsara,
Speaker 1: the repeating cycle of birth, life, and death, more commonly
Speaker 1: known as reincarnation. Much like the eschatology of other faiths,
Speaker 1: those that incorporate samsara believe too, in the karmic process
Speaker 1: of the life you lead, dictating your fate in death,
Speaker 1: while also employing a dualist separation of body and soul.
Speaker 1: A fundamental difference is the complete rejection of a singular
Speaker 1: image of the body. Instead, Samsara dictates that the soul,
Speaker 1: your true essence, is the only consistency, while its body
Speaker 1: will take potentially infinite forms as it is reborn ceaselessly
Speaker 1: into the material world. Release from the infinite cycle comes
Speaker 1: only to those souls who are able to become so
Speaker 1: transcendentally enlightened that they are liberated from the bondage of
Speaker 1: consciousness altogether and dissolved back into the great oneness of
Speaker 1: all things. Buddhist teachings of Samsara have suggested that such
Speaker 1: a process could allow for the remembrance of previous lives,
Speaker 1: since all previous lives are considered to be merely different
Speaker 1: experiences of the same soul. Some believe this phenomenon known
Speaker 1: as jattismara. Although traditionally the preserve of great Buddhist saints
Speaker 1: can be unnearthed through past life regression, the technique of
Speaker 1: using hypnosis to recover these apparent memories. Although common in
Speaker 1: ancient India, it wasn't until the late nineteenth century, through
Speaker 1: the teachings of occultist Elena Blovatski and the Theosophical Society
Speaker 1: that she co founded in eighteen seventy five, that the
Speaker 1: idea of past life regression gained prominence in modern European society.
Speaker 1: Many accounts have been dismissed as simple cases of false
Speaker 1: memories recollections of names and places that have been subconsciously absorbed. However,
Speaker 1: there are a few cases that have not been so
Speaker 1: easy to dismiss. In twenty fifteen, a young boy named
Speaker 1: Ryan from Muskogee in Oklahoma who was ten at the time,
Speaker 1: hit the headlines with the claim that he could remember
Speaker 1: the life of a man who died fifty years previously.
Speaker 1: It began with a nightmare when, at the age of four,
Speaker 1: Ryan woke up screaming, saying that his chest was exploding.
Speaker 1: He began dreaming about a life spent working in Hollywood
Speaker 1: in the nineteen thirties and nineteen forties, a trip that
Speaker 1: had once taken to Paris, that he had a sister
Speaker 1: and lived on a street with the word rock in it,
Speaker 1: as well as the bizarre claim that he had had
Speaker 1: five wives. Ryan became so insistent that his mother, not
Speaker 1: quite sure what to do about it, took out some
Speaker 1: books on the Golden era of Hollywood and brought them
Speaker 1: home for Ryan to look at. While perusing one of them,
Speaker 1: Ryan yelled, that's George, pointing at an image taken from
Speaker 1: the nineteen thirty two movie Night After Night. And that
Speaker 1: guy's me, he said, pointing to another man at the
Speaker 1: back of the picture. Growing increasingly unsettled by Ryan's ba proclamations,
Speaker 1: his parents enlisted the help of child psychologist doctor Jim
Speaker 1: Tucker from the University of Virginia, whose division of Perceptual
Speaker 1: Studies specializes in investigating cases of apparent reincarnation. With doctor
Speaker 1: Tucker's help, the man that Ryan pointed out in the
Speaker 1: picture was identified as Marty Martin, who had appeared in
Speaker 1: the movie Night after Night as an extra. Incredibly, the
Speaker 1: other man Ryan had pointed to was indeed called George.
Speaker 1: It was the actor George Raft. Neither man was listed
Speaker 1: under the image in the book. It was later discovered
Speaker 1: that Marty Martin did indeed have a sister, had at
Speaker 1: one point visited Paris, and incredibly, had had five wives.
Speaker 1: Martin was also found to have lived on not Rock exactly,
Speaker 1: but Roxbury Drive. And that sensation of his heart exploding
Speaker 1: that had so terrorized Ryan at four years old. Some
Speaker 1: might say it had something to do with the heart
Speaker 1: attack that killed Marty Martin at the age of sixty one,
Speaker 1: or at least that's how old Ryan claimed Martin was
Speaker 1: when he died. However, when doctor Tucker located his death certificate,
Speaker 1: it listed his age at death as fifty nine. It
Speaker 1: was some time later when doctor Tucker found Marty Martin
Speaker 1: listed in an old census report, amazed to discover that
Speaker 1: the death certificate had incorrectly listed Martin's birth by two years.
Speaker 1: He most likely had been sixty one when he died
Speaker 1: after all. The Division of Perceptual Studies at the University
Speaker 1: of Virginia was founded in nineteen sixty seven by psychiatrist
Speaker 1: doctor Ian Stephenson. By the time of his retirement in
Speaker 1: two thousand and two, Stephenson had logged over two and
Speaker 1: a half thousand cases of apparent reincarnation, with varying degrees
Speaker 1: of credibility. One such case involved a young boy from Middlesbrough, England,
Speaker 1: whose story he would learn about after reading an article
Speaker 1: published in nineteen eighty three detailing the boy's extraordinary claims.
Speaker 1: It would prove to be one of the most compelling
Speaker 1: cases that doctor Stephenson would ever come across. On the
Speaker 1: bitterly cold afternoon of January fifteenth, nineteen forty two, with
Speaker 1: night beginning to fall, Captain e s Parks of the
Speaker 1: Ess Empire Bay watches from the ship's bridge as all
Speaker 1: across the British Isles, the lights go out. The sky
Speaker 1: shimmers like oil. Electric pinks dissolve into inky blue as
Speaker 1: the last of the sun's rays drop below the horizon.
Speaker 1: At seventeen hundred hours, the ship's engine gurgles and sputters
Speaker 1: before roaring into life as thick black plumes of smoke
Speaker 1: are belched into the air. The cargo ship is laden
Speaker 1: with three thousand, eight hundred tons of coal and thirty
Speaker 1: eight crew, bound for London. Such journeys are among the
Speaker 1: most treacherous for the Merchant Navy as they attempt to
Speaker 1: deliver fuel to the Capitol to aid the British war effort.
Speaker 1: They skulk close to the coast in small convoys in
Speaker 1: the hope that their limited company and the cover of
Speaker 1: darkness will keep them safe from the peril above. It
Speaker 1: is shortly after seventeen hundred hours and fifteen minutes when
Speaker 1: the Empire draws level with the S. S. Corse, when
Speaker 1: Captain Parks orders the anchor dropped while they wait for
Speaker 1: the final vessel of their convoy to catch up to them.
Speaker 1: The crew pull their pea coats a little tighter, taking
Speaker 1: drags on woodbines. As the boat gently rocks and creeks
Speaker 1: on the ebbing tide. All eyes are turned nervously to
Speaker 1: the skies. It's just gone seventeen hundred hours and thirty
Speaker 1: minutes when the looping whale of an air raid siren
Speaker 1: comes twisting out of the dark from somewhere in the
Speaker 1: direction of Hartleypool action stations. Screams, parks, glowing embers are
Speaker 1: flicked overboard, and hats hurriedly pulled onto heads as the
Speaker 1: crew scurry into position along the coastline. Bulbous barrage balloons
Speaker 1: vast inflatables designed to obstruct low flying aircraft are drifting
Speaker 1: up into the air as the men continue to scan
Speaker 1: the sky, their necks in manic desperation for any glimpse
Speaker 1: of incoming planes. Chief Stewart John Cavanagh is perched behind
Speaker 1: the twin Lewis guns on the port side of the
Speaker 1: ship's bridge, his eyes fixed on Captain Parks, waiting for
Speaker 1: his signal. When he finally hears the dreaded, unmistakable hum
Speaker 1: of approaching aircraft, Cavanah spins round, squinting into the distant
Speaker 1: darkness as his eyes work desperately to adjust to the gloom.
Speaker 1: Clouds and eye spots teas shapes in the sky that
Speaker 1: swiftly vanish into nothing, until finally something solid materializes. A
Speaker 1: row of small spots twelve miles or so off the
Speaker 1: port beam, steadily growing in size as the rumble of
Speaker 1: engines grows ever louder, the spots grow longer and thinner
Speaker 1: and sprout wings and tails. Grips the gun tight and
Speaker 1: positions the planes in its sights. Then one breaks suddenly
Speaker 1: from the pack, the drone of its engine giving way
Speaker 1: to a piercing shriek as it plunges menacingly from the clouds.
Speaker 1: Cavanagh hopes for a moment that it might disappear into
Speaker 1: the water, only to see it level out at the
Speaker 1: last instant before continuing on its path straight towards them.
Speaker 1: Guns hold fire, yelled parks. Cavernah's fingers hover over the
Speaker 1: triggers as the aircraft, now less than five miles away,
Speaker 1: bears down upon them. Hold two miles, hold one mile fire.
Speaker 1: Cavanagh squeezes the triggers, releasing a thundering racket as the
Speaker 1: plane roars overhead, swerving viciously to the left, before circling
Speaker 1: back round and heading for the SS Corsey. Cavanah watches
Speaker 1: with alarm as the plane reaches the second vessel. It
Speaker 1: fears away at the last moment, releasing a single bomb. Mercifully,
Speaker 1: it misses the ship and drops straight into the black
Speaker 1: waters around it. The crew find their breath as the
Speaker 1: plane pulls up and away, heading in land toward the
Speaker 1: River Tees. A strange calm descents as the worst looks
Speaker 1: to be over, but then comes that dreaded sound again.
Speaker 1: Portside bellows Captain Parks. Cavanagh swings the guns back round,
Speaker 1: and there it is again, dropping out at the sky
Speaker 1: and heading straight for the SS Empire Bay. He fights
Speaker 1: to a nor the trembling in its fingers, and steadies
Speaker 1: himself once more behind the sights. Hold your fire, and
Speaker 1: again it comes closer and closer, until finally it is
Speaker 1: so close that Cavaner is sure he can see the
Speaker 1: pilot's eyes fire. A rocket shoots out from the bridge
Speaker 1: with a fierce rasp. As Cavanah lets off another volley
Speaker 1: of fire, it pummels into the underside of the wing.
Speaker 1: As the plane rears up, missing the ship's funnel by inches.
Speaker 1: Caverner spins round just in time to see it swerve
Speaker 1: wildly again to the left, before this time releasing five
Speaker 1: bombs from underneath its wings. For a moment they seem
Speaker 1: like soft clods of earth suspended above them, before ripping
Speaker 1: violently through the air. Cavner breathes the sigh of relief
Speaker 1: as he catches sight of four of them, disappearing down
Speaker 1: the port side and straight into the water, but there
Speaker 1: were five. A booming explosion reverberates from out of the
Speaker 1: starboard quarter. As the boat is lifted from the sea,
Speaker 1: Flames and fountains spray up in unison. Cavanah is thrown
Speaker 1: to the floor, his ears ringing from the chaos as
Speaker 1: the boat crashes back down. When he finally gets its bearings,
Speaker 1: the ship appears to be holding, and in the space
Speaker 1: beyond he can just make out the hulking silhouette of
Speaker 1: an aircraft heading towards the mouth of the River Tees,
Speaker 1: with a trail of thick, dark smoke spewing out of
Speaker 1: its engine. Twenty miles in land, on the outskirts of Billingham,
Speaker 1: a call comes through reporting enemy aircraft spotted off the
Speaker 1: coast of Hartlepool, leading aircraftmen while to Myers and his
Speaker 1: crew leap to their stations and begin manically pumping hydrogen
Speaker 1: into defense balloons. Once inflated, they stand back and watch
Speaker 1: together as Annie, as they'd christened it, the last of
Speaker 1: their set makes its slowercent into the sky. Its limp
Speaker 1: tail flapping casually in the wind. Come on before it's
Speaker 1: too late. Hands turn faster and faster on the winch,
Speaker 1: unspooling the cable until a final click locks it into place.
Speaker 1: A sudden gust of wind catches the tail, expanding the
Speaker 1: balloon to its full corpulent glory. The men make their
Speaker 1: way back to the station hut and have only just
Speaker 1: settled in when the telltale rumble of a spluttering engine
Speaker 1: is hurt Drawing closer. Maya spots it first, coming in
Speaker 1: far too low and trailing huge clouds of black smoke.
Speaker 1: The rumble turns to a sickening, shrieking wine as the
Speaker 1: plane lurches suddenly to the right and heads straight for
Speaker 1: the hut. He's going to machine gunners, No look the cable.
Speaker 1: The air itself seems to tear apart as the plane
Speaker 1: roars past, sending the men scattering for cover. A horrifying
Speaker 1: crunch and the hulking winch lorry is lifted from the
Speaker 1: floor before it clatters back down to the ground. The
Speaker 1: balloon's cable as sliced straight through the starboard wing, propelling
Speaker 1: it in the opposite direction. The rest of the plane
Speaker 1: jerks to the site and veers off towards the Middlesbrough
Speaker 1: Docks before slamming into the ground in a ball of
Speaker 1: fire just south of the river Tees. An air raid
Speaker 1: warden watches the drama unfolding from his back garden. He
Speaker 1: tracks the plane until it disappears just meters from his
Speaker 1: home onto the train tracks behind the Dorman Long steel
Speaker 1: works at the bottom of Clay Lane. The warden races
Speaker 1: to the crash site as quickly as he can. When
Speaker 1: he arrives, he's immediately sent sprawling to the ground by
Speaker 1: the aircraft's ammunition, exploding in every direction. When the violent
Speaker 1: popping stops, a fire has engulfed the plane. It's already
Speaker 1: too intense to attempt a rescue of the men trapped
Speaker 1: in sight. It'll be thirty minutes before firefighters are able
Speaker 1: to extinguish the inferno. Meanwhile, twenty miles up the coast,
Speaker 1: the crew of the SS Empire Bay, having all been
Speaker 1: successfully retrieved, watch huddle together from rescue boats as the
Speaker 1: ship's bow raises into the air before stead sinking below
Speaker 1: the waves. First light on Teesite reveals a monochrome landscape
Speaker 1: of industrial plants and wastelands little changed from the evening's drama,
Speaker 1: save for the smoldering pile of metal, one hundred feet
Speaker 1: of smashed rail track, and a large hole in the
Speaker 1: ground measuring roughly ten feet deep and twelve feet wide.
Speaker 1: In the distance beyond, the slag and coal heaps lie
Speaker 1: dotted with snow, while the chimneys of the dormant Long
Speaker 1: steelworks blow white clouds into the morning air. At the
Speaker 1: crash site, rescue workers, watched over carefully by two men
Speaker 1: wrapped in thick woolen coats, pull three charred bodies from
Speaker 1: the wreckage. A fourth body was thought to have likely
Speaker 1: evaporated in the flames. The two men presiding over the
Speaker 1: grizzly scene have been sent by British intelligence to gather
Speaker 1: what they can from the German bomber, but with little
Speaker 1: of interest to be found, and the government keen to
Speaker 1: rebuild the rail track as soon as possible, the officers
Speaker 1: wrap up the search that morning. Within days, the remains
Speaker 1: of the aircraft are buried under a mound of earth,
Speaker 1: and the track is reinstalled as if nothing had ever happened.
Speaker 1: The three bodies, identified by their dog tags as Feldvabel
Speaker 1: Jokim Lenes, Lieutenant Rudolph Mattn and uberfeld Wabel Heinrich Richter
Speaker 1: are taken to the nearby Thornaby on Tees Cemetery and
Speaker 1: laid to rest. At the turn of the nineteenth century,
Speaker 1: Middlesbrough as little more than a farm located on the
Speaker 1: banks of the River Tees in the northeast of England,
Speaker 1: populated by roughly twenty five people. But a tidal wave
Speaker 1: of change is approaching that will soon turn this bucolic
Speaker 1: idol into one of the country's most prolific industrial powerhouses.
Speaker 1: As the spirit of Enlightenment begins to permeate all aspects
Speaker 1: of British society, there comes a sudden synchronicity of vision
Speaker 1: with the means of production, igniting a fuse from which
Speaker 1: there will be no going back. From the bowels of
Speaker 1: the earth, the British Industrial Revolution rrupts in an explosion
Speaker 1: of steam, fire and smoke, a time of extraordinary physical
Speaker 1: and philosophical upheaval built on ambition, greed, and the blood
Speaker 1: and sweat of the men, women and children who rip
Speaker 1: it from the ground and smelt it in the factories.
Speaker 1: Soon throughout the land, colossal quadron of industry are springing
Speaker 1: up wherever the raw ingredients are most abundant. In the
Speaker 1: early eighteen twenties, railway pioneer Joseph Peas gazes out over
Speaker 1: the banks of the River Tees as it meanders towards
Speaker 1: the North Sea, seeing not the tranquility of its placid waters,
Speaker 1: but rather a gateway to the world. By eighteen fifty,
Speaker 1: having bought that Middlesborough farm in eighteen twenty nine, Peas
Speaker 1: brought coal storage facilities and trains to the area, transforming
Speaker 1: the quaint hamlet into a bustling town with a population
Speaker 1: of over seven thousand. Twenty years later, after iron ore
Speaker 1: is discovered in the nearby town of Eston in the
Speaker 1: Cleveland Hills, Middlesbrough quickly establishes itself as a world leader
Speaker 1: in steel production. By the end of the century, the
Speaker 1: population has grown to ninety thousand, and the town, widely
Speaker 1: referred to as Ironopolis, is producing a third of the
Speaker 1: nation's iron Before long, with the increasingly expanding British Empire,
Speaker 1: easton steel, as writer H. G. Reid put it, like
Speaker 1: a strong and invincible serpent is coiling itself around the world.
Speaker 1: In the nineteen twenties, Arthur Dorman and Albert de Land
Speaker 1: long better known as Dorman Long, purchase the Teeside Iron Works,
Speaker 1: and in nineteen thirty two will oversee the building of
Speaker 1: their most famous construction, the Sydney Harbour Bridge. But a
Speaker 1: lot can change in fifty years. A combination of the
Speaker 1: reduced demand for steel and an ever expanding pool of
Speaker 1: global competition leaves Middlesbrough's key industries floundering. By the early
Speaker 1: nineteen seventies, the town, once known as the Infant Hercules,
Speaker 1: is struggling to stay afloat. Nineteen seventy two is an
Speaker 1: especially chaotic year, characterized by strikes and stalemates between a
Speaker 1: conservative government intent on consolidating what little profit there is
Speaker 1: left to be made, and the workers' unions intent on
Speaker 1: protecting the interests of the people on whose backs that
Speaker 1: very profit had been raised. Throughout Middlesbrough and many of
Speaker 1: the flailing industrial towns of the Midlands and the North
Speaker 1: of England, many jobs are lost as companies seek to
Speaker 1: reduce expenditure in the hope of maintaining what are by
Speaker 1: now unrealistic profit margins. The government's disastrous efforts to combat
Speaker 1: falling employment ultimately results in the worst unemployment figures since
Speaker 1: the nineteen thirties. It is into this urbulent period on
Speaker 1: Friday twenty eighth, at December nineteen seventy two, that Carl
Speaker 1: Eden is born. You've been listening to Unexplained Season eight,
Speaker 1: episode twenty one, East of Eden, Part one of three,
Speaker 1: Part two will be released next Friday, March seventh. This
Speaker 1: episode was written by Richard McLain Smith. Unexplained is an
Speaker 1: Avy Club Productions podcast created by Richard McLain Smith. All
Speaker 1: other elements of the podcast, including the music, are also
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