I sometimes forget that Sundays should be a day of reflection. If you are like me, the love for what we do drives us to produce and punch the keys for the people who take the time from their day to read what we have to say.

I recently went to the library and checked out everything I could find on how to write a book or social media marketing just because in my minds eye I have to get it right.

The fact that you took time from your day, means I must be doing something right. I bought Stephen Kings book: On Writing, one for him being my favorite author, and two it was highly recommended as a must read for new authors.

I provided you with a snippett of my childhood, One Girls life of Hell. If you haven’t read it, please take the time to do so today. I thought I had gotten past certain things in my past and that sharing it with my readers would be an easy feat for me. I proved myself wrong.

The losses in my life make me ever so grateful for those who are in my life today. I try not to linger on the past and what it did to me in my younger days. I try to reflect and remind myself that things are put on you for a reason and no matter how hard they may seem at the time, suppose it is in preparation for the things to come and who you could potentially be if you use your circumstances in the appropriate way.

I am trying my hand at a short story contest this week, one to improve my writing and two, if I win, it would definitely boost my self esteem when it comes to my abilities as a writer.

I enjoy bringing to you the articles of the unknown, unseen, unforgettable, and sometimes the forgotten. It brings to light the events that have shaped our world and a view into a life of possibilities. People should never be forgotten, and by providing you with their, however traumatic story it may be, it keeps their memory alive and if the right person sees a story it could shine the light on new evidence to solve an otherwise unsolvable case.

Reflect today on what you accomplished for the week, set your goals for what you will accomplish for the coming week. Thank your friends and family for whatever support they provided you in making it through the week.

Again I remind you, I am an Amazon affiliate. I do make a commission off products that you purchase through my site, and I appreciate you clicking on the link in my site and supporting my blog and purchasing products. I am going to provide the link to purchase Stephen Kings book, On Writing.

Voices, past, present, and future thanks you for reading my morning of reflection.

Is there life under Antartica’s Ice?

Scientists claim that there is!

The discovery was made around 2700 feet below the ice by the WISSARD project. It showcases the fact that there are massive wetlands underneath the ice of Western Antartica that COULD house life unseen anywhere else on this planet.

Not alot is known about this, but many believe that this could indicate that the HOLLOW EARTH THEORY is fundamental after all . It could showcase the fact that aliens do live underneath our planet’s surface after all.

This frozen southern continent can look flat and featureless when you look from above, but beneath the ice pack, there is an ancient continent, that is as textured as any other. It turns out this texture can be very important for predicting how and when ice will flow and which regions of ice are the most vulnerable in a warming world.

Is it possible that after they drill down into the wetlands, that they could come across other life forms, aliens, reptilians, or even humans that have opposed society’s norm and created their own civilization right under our nose?

The places left unexplored around the world and the history that this may provide us reminds us there could still be remarkable finds out there.


I didn’t want to leave those of you following this story hanging. I found it hard to continue after my last post. No matter how old you get things in your past are still hard to deal with at times. I wanted to show those of you out there, that there are others, with trauma, in all corners of the world.

I loved my mother, many ask why, others can’t seem to understand. She was all that I had. She wasn’t as hard on me as she was my siblings. There were times we would be hungry at night, and because my punishment wouldn’t be as harsh, I would sneak into the kitchen at night and get us something to eat. I would try to put things back the way they were so that she wouldn’t knowl, but she had a way about her. She knew.

I remember getting sick on some kind of pinwheel hamburger helper one night. My mother had planned to take us out to the pool where we lived that night, but because I just couldn’t stomach the food, she made me stay at home and lay down, while she took my siblings swimming that night.

I could hate her if I chose to, but why? I am who I am because of her and what I went through all those years ago. I am the best mother I know how to be because I choose not to follow in her footsteps. I choose not to let my trauma dictate who I am or who I choose to be.

I write because it’s an outlet for me. I love telling stories because I love how reading takes me to another place, another time, and often at exactly the time that I need to be taken away….

I won contests as a child for my writing and it was always a dream of mine. Through other traums endured even after my parents passed, I didn’t fullfill my dreams and although many may say I’m not qualified to be a writer, I’d like to beg to differ.

Don’t let trauma hold you back from who you are or who you want to be. Use it to fuel you in the moments to come. Decide to be better than the trauma that set out to tear you down.

Thank you for following me while I chose just to tell a portion of my life of hell.

Doomsday Vault

Voices, past, present, and future would like for you to travel with us into THE DOOMSDAY VAULT. On an island above the Arctic Circle between Norway and the North Pole, deep in the bowels of an icy mountain, lies a resource of vital importance for the future of humankind.

It’s not coal, oil or precious minerals as you would suspect, but rather it’s seeds from more than 930,000 varieties of food crops. Millions of these tiny brown specks are stored in the Global Seed Vault.

It is essentially a huge safety deposit box that holds the world’s largest collection of agricultural biodiversity. Brian Lainoff, the lead partnership coordinator of the Crop Trust says, ” Inside this building is 13,000 years of agriultural history”.

The Global Seed Vault, dubbed the “Doomsday Vault”, conjures up an image of a reserve of seeds for use in case of an apocalyptic event or a global catastophe. If you read my post on Nostradamus and his predictions for the future,, this vault of seeds may indeed come in handy.

Regardless of what predictions have said, it is the much smaller, localized destruction and threats facing gene banks all over the world, that the vault was designed to protect against.

Marie Haga, executive director of the Crop Trust stated, “There are big and small doomsdays going on around the world everyday. Genetic Materi is being lost all over the globe.”

It was precisely for its remoteness that Svalbard was chosen as the location of the vault. Bente Naeverdal, a property manager who oversees the day-to-day operations of the vault, stated “It is away from the places on earth where you have war and terror, everything maybe you are afraid of in other places. It is situated in a safe place.”

The only neighbor to this vault is a similar repository buried away from the dangers of the world: The Arctic World Archive. It aims to preserve data for the world’s governments and private institutions.

The International Center for Agricultural Research in the Dry Areas (ICARDA) is a global agricultural-research organization that had been based in Syria. It was forced to flee its headquarters, just outside of Aleppo, because of the Civil War. The organization evacuated its international staff in 2012, but some Syrian researchers stayed behind to rescue equipment and even animals.

As the fighting intensified, they were forced to leave behind their gene bank, one of the world’s most valuable collection of seeds, containing some of the oldest varieties of wheat and barley. ICARDA re-established its headquarters in Morocco and Lebanon, and restarted the gene bank in 2015, using seeds from the Svalbard-vault, which was the first ever withdrawal there.

Taken from their icy slumber and woken up, the seeds were planted in Lebanon’s Bekaa Valley and in Morocco. The offspring of these seeds were carefully collected and processed and then returned to the vault. In late February, ICARDA returned the varieties of seeds it had taken out. Lainoff explains, “These seeds have come full circle”.

Gene banks in Afghanistan and Iraq have been destroyed, along with them genetic material that wasn’t backed up in Svalbard. It is not just armed conflict that threatens these valuable resources. Some have been hit with natural disasters, like the Philippine national gene bank, that was damaged by flooding from a typhoon and then later a fire.

A lack of resources is probably the biggest threat facing the world’s gene banks. Many lack the resources to properly store or protect the seeds they hold. In an age of heightened geopolitical tensions and uncertainty, the Svalbard vault is an unusual and hopeful exercise in international cooperation for the good of humankind. Any country or organization can send seeds to it, and there are no restrictions because of politics or the requirements of diplomacy.

For me, I understand that preserving these seeds in the case of an apocalyptic disaster, but I have a real problem with the countries around the world and its peoples starving and the commercials that advertise their struggles, asking for money donations when there are seed vaults out there that could help these people in crisis. As well as the fact that the seeds these plants produce can be reharvested and placed back into the vaults.

The “What If” scenario doesn’t sit well with me when there are so many out there that could use it now, while there is time to reharvest the seeds and put them back.

Voices, past, present, and future appreciates you traveling with us. Let us know what you think by posting comments in the comment section. Also, feel free to share and repost this article.

Giant’s Causeway

Travel with Voices, past, present, and future to one of the most awe-inspiring natural wonders in the world.

The Giant’s Causeway is comprised of over 40,000 interlocking basalt columns. There are countless myths and legends that surround the Causeway, and that is where you will find your inspiration and intrigue for whatever venture you pose for the day.


Legend has it that Northern Ireland was once home to a giant named Finn McCool. Another giant named Benandonner, who resided across the Irish Sea in Scotland, threatened Ireland. The giant, Finn, retaliated by tearing great chunks of the Antrim castline and hurled them into the sea. By doing this, Finn created a new path, The Giant’s Causeway, and paved a route over the sea for Finn to reach Benandonner.

This was not such a great idea, as Benandonner was a massive giant, much bigger than Finn. Finn needed to save himself, so he retreated to Ireland and his quick-thinking wife disguised him as a baby.

Benandonner arrives, and finds this giant baby, Finn. Realisation hits Benandonner; if this mere baby is that big then the father must be far larger than Benandonner himself!

Benandonner rushes back to Scotland, tearing away as much of the Causeway as he can in haste to put as much distance between himself and Ireland.



This is a less fascinating explanation but the scientific approach dictates, the Giant’s Causeway was formed over 60 million years ago following a period of volcanic activity, where lava cooled and formeed these incredible interlocking basalt columns. Each of these columns is nearly a perfect hexagonal shape, providing us with a lasting reminder of the power of the world’s natural beauty.

No matter which you choose to believe, MYTH or SCIENTIFIC, the creation of this natural beauty makes for a fanastic story to built upon.

Thank you for traveling with Voices, past, present, and future to this natural world beauty, THE GIANT’S CAUSEWAY!

Eastern State Penitentiary, ESP

Operational from 1829 until 1971 lies a former American prison in Philidelphia, Pennsylvania. This penitentiary refined the revolutionary system of seperate incarceration first pioneered at the Walnut Street Jail, which emphasized princples of reform rather than punishment.

Inside this innovative, wagon wheel design, Al Capone and bank robber, Willie Sutton were held. Also incarcerated here were James Bruno (Big Joe) and several other male relatives between 1936 and 1948, for the alleged murders in the Kelayres massacre of 1934.

When this prison was completed, it became the largest and most expensive public structure ever erected in the USA. It quickly became a model for more than 300 prisons world wide. This prison is currently a US National Historic Landmark, open to the public as a museum for tours.

Before the Eastern State Penitentiary was built men, women, and children who had committed all manner of crimes, from petty theft to murder, were jailed together on what amounted to little more than dirty pens, which were overcrowded, disease-ridden, cold, dangerous, and generally unsupervised. Abuse by both jailers and fellow inmates was common, and food, heat, clothing, or protection was only provided if the inmate could afford the price. Rape, robbery, and beatings were common practices, and it wasn’ unusual for prisoners to die from cold or starvation.

The Eastern State Penitentiary opened in 1829, although it would be seven years before it would be completed. It had an initial capacity for 250 inmates, every prisoner would have his own 8×12-foot cell, which would feature central heating, a flush toilet, running water, a shower/bath, a skylight, and private exercise yard.

From the minute these inmates entered the facility, they were kept isolated. They were escorted into the prison with an eyeless hood placed over their heads and afterwards the isolation would continue so that the could contemplate their crimes and read the Bible, which was supposed to lead to penitence and reformation.

Inmates could not mingle with other prisoners or continue relationships with friends and family outside. When these prisoners were outside their cells, they were required to wear masks to hide their faces in their privat exercise yards, which they were allowed to use one-hour a day, with minimized interactions with the guards.

The only contact prisoners had was with the warden who was required to visit every inmate every day, and the overseers who were mandated to see each inmate three times a day. Even this communication was made through a small portal where meals and work materials were passed.

In 1832, the first inmate made his escape. For reasons unknown, this inmate was no entirely confined to solitude and served as the warden’s waiter. He had made his escape by lowering himself down from the roof of the front of the building. He was later captured and returned but again made another escape in the same way in 1837.

There were some who were not convinced of the methods used on the prisoners. Charles Dickens, after a visit in 1842, wrote:

“I am persuaded that those who designed this system… do not know what it is they are doing.. I hold the slow and daily tampering with the mysteries of the brain to be immeasurably worse than any torture of the body.”

Though the reform plan of the Pennsylvania System called for no corporal punishment, this was not the case. Guards and councilors were known to have designed various physical and psychological torture regimens for various infractions.

  • One of these, called the “water bath”. It subjected inmates to being doused with water outside during winter months and then hung on a wall until ice formed on their skin.
  • Another torture was called “mad chair”. Prisoners were bound tightly for days until their circulation was cut off.
  • “The Iron Gag”: involved tying an inmate’s hands behind the back, with a chain trapped to iron collar in the mouth, which caused the tongue to tear and bleed.
  • “The Hole”: Under Block #14 a hole was dug underground beneath the cell. This is where the inmates would stay locked, sometimes for weeks, with no light, no human contact, with only bread and water to eat.

In July, 1923, Leo Callihan and five accomplices, armed with pistols, successfully used a ladder they had built to scale the east wall of the prison, holding up a group of unarmed guards. Callihan’s accomplices were eventually captured but Callihan was not.

Several riots occurred over the years; some over insufficient facilities, overcrowding, and idleness. Others because of insufficient wages. In 1961, John Klausenberg, an inmate, tricked one of the guards into opening another inmate’s cell, and he and the other prisoner overpowered the guard to begin the largest riot in the prison’s history.

Over the course of 142 years, this penitentiary housed some 75,000 inmates. More than 100 inmates escaped, all recaptured except one. Two guards and several inmates were murdered with in the walls, others committed suicide, and hundreds of others died from disease and old age.

This penitentiary is said to be the most haunted prison in the United States.

I believe I might think twice before I decide to take one of their tours!

April Newsletter

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The Ghost Town of Bodie

Voices Past, Present, and Future would like to bring to you the story behind The Ghost Town of Bodie, in California, USA.

According to a TV documentary, some say that Bodie is inhabited by ghosts who guard the town against pilferers. Supposedly, a visitor who dares to remove any artifact can be plagued by the dreaded “Curse of Bodie”.

The town was officially founded in 1876 when miners discovered rich deposits of gold and siver. The people of Bodie were in search of a better life and wealth, and people soon flooded into the small town.

The town of Bodie soon earned the reputation of “Sin City”. It was full of brothels and hip joints. The town went bankrupt, and by the 1940’s it became a real ghost town. It is consdidered to be one of the best well-preserved ghost towns in the world.

The town and curse are named after a miner who died in a deadly blizzard before claiming his gold. According to local park rangers, they frequently receive mail from people who stole something from the site and experienced the curse. One local ranger stated, ” The curse still exists today. Most of it comes back in an unmarked box. We still get letters from people saying ‘I’m sorry I took this, hoping my luck will change.”

Stories about the “Curse of Bodie”

  • In one letter to the town: ” I started to think about the car accident, the loss of my job, my continuing illness, and other bad things that have ‘haunted’ me for the past year since my visit and violation. I am generally not superstitious but… Please find enclosed the collectibles i just couldn’t live without, and ask the spirits to see my regret.”
  • According to one story, when a German tourist visited the town of Bodie, he had decided to take a bottle as a personal souvenir. When the man returned to Germany, he suffered an accident on the Autobahn. After the wreck, his son took the bottle to school for show and tell. Coming home from school, the boy had a bicycle accident similar to his father’s.
  • A Bodie tradition says you should throw money on a particular bed for good luck. On a 1972 family vacation, two girls found the bed and felt understandably confused about people throwing away good money. They snatched a couple of bills and took off, assuming it was no big deal, but they forgot about the curse. The family plunged into a financial spiral, which entailed an inability to hold down a job or keep a home.

The origins of the Town of Bodie can even be considered Dark

Around 1859, W.S. Bodey and four men discovered a large deposit of gold in the eastern foothills of the Sierras. They agreed to keep it secret until they returned, but Bodey had no intention of staying true to his word. He returned with a man nicknamed “Black Taylor, but a snowstorm caught up with them. Bodey died in the storm, but his name lived on in the founding of Bodie, CA. Supposedly the misspelled name was due to the sign maker’s mistake.

The town remained quiet for almost a decade, and then in 1876 Bodie boomed when a mine caved in and exposed a large amount of gold. The town again boomed from about 1879 to 1882. It then began a slow decline into obsolescence.

A huge fire struck the town in 1892, beginning the town’s final days and then The Great Depression and Prohibition hit sealing Bodie’s downfall.

Voices Past, Present, and Future warn you, whether you choose to believe in curses or not, if you visit the town of Bodie, do not take anything home with you. Leave the rocks where they ly, and the artifacts where they sit. Why take to chance “The Curse of Bodie”.

I hope you enjoyed this post and I urge you to stay tuned for more rivetting stories like this one.

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