Stranger Times exists to document this world of weird that we call home and is my humble attempt to correlate, cross-reference, categorise and make some sense of the high strangeness that lurks just beyond and sometimes encroaching upon the veil of our material reality.
As a rather solitary child of the 1970s and also without siblings to distract, I spent unhealthy amounts of time ruminating within the depths of my own vivid imagination. Fickly indulging my curiosities and interests as they came and went, broken only by the demands of mealtimes and bathtime.
One of my early passions was reading and drawing. I read voraciously and then disgorged onto paper whatever it was I had just absorbed. I was not a discerning reader; dinosaurs, battles, superheroes, toads, industrial threshing machines of the early 20th century; all the usual things small boys of my generation loved were fair game to my restless mind. One of the earliest subject matters to pique my interest was that of ghosts and hauntings. I distinctly remember receiving the Usbourne's World of the Unknown: Ghosts when I was about 9 or 10 and was instantly hooked into something that has become a lifelong interest. I also distinctly remember seeing this image in another book about ghosts I had, which so terrified me that for years I had to skip past that page when I knew it was coming up, even today a frisson of fear tingles down my spine when I encounter that image without prior warning.
Anyway, sorry for such a rambling introduction. It does serve some purpose as to why we are both here on Stranger Times. I was going on to say that this early interest in ghosts has stayed with me throughout my life and has grown to encompass all manner of the unexplained, Fortean, paranormal and UFO-related topics, detouring occasionally down side warrens of conspiracy, lost civilisations, pyramids on Mars and cover-ups, anything really to keep a little bit of magic and unknowing in the otherwise dully materialist world that we live in.
It used to be that I thought ghosts were separate to Bigfoot, which were separate still to UFOs, where you might meet someone at a paranormal convention and say, "Hi, Loch Ness Monster Guy, I'm a UFO nerd. Would love to chat, but I'm afraid we have nothing in common."
Since becoming more familiar with the groundbreaking work of John Keel and Jacques Vallee in recent years, with their "ultraterrestrial" and "interdimensional" hypotheses respectively, alongside more emergent views such as the "simulated universe hypothesis," I have come to take a different view: that everything is connected, linked and ultimately part of the same phenomena.
Add to this heady brew my belief that our governments gaslight us on an industrial scale by taking more than a little bit of interest in the esoteric subjects they claim have no basis in reality, where shadowy cabals pull the real strings and that humanity, in Charles Fort's own words, are nothing more than a crop ready to be harvested and suddenly we find that the yellow brick road has taken us a long way from Kansas.
As a final touch, sprinkle a light dusting of Christian Gnosticism on top (big shout out to the "Prison Planet", "Archons" and the "Reincarnation Soul Trap" rabbit holes) and you get some idea of what depths my poor addled little mind has descended into.
When you consider that human vision registers only 1/10 billionth of the electromagnetic spectrum, the reflex to declare the unseen non-existent begins to look less like rigour and more like a kind of intellectual laziness. It takes a particular strain of arrogance, one that a certain brand of material science has refined into doctrine, confusing the limits of current instrumentation with the limits of reality itself.
I don't claim that anything we cover in Stranger Times is demonstrably true, only that it might be. And in a universe of infinite possibility, probably is true somewhere, maybe even here. Thank you for coming along on the ride.
Danny Strange, 2026.
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