don’t know if any of you have ever read the book Christine by Steven King, or maybe seen the movie. It’s about a
demonically possessed car and I think King got his inspiration from James
Dean’s Little Bastard. This is Seth writing, by the way. Finally. Erin has
bugged me so much that I gave in. So here follows the incredible story of a
very evil car. The trouble was it was gorgeous. A Porsche 550 Spyder, one of
only 90 ever made.
Who wouldn’t want that car?
It was designed as a racer, and it
was the car that put Porsche on the road-racing map. Interestingly enough,
although it was quick for the times – mid fifties – it was only as fast as
today’s hottest hatchbacks. But that isn’t the real reason why the Spyder is
owes its legacy to the Little Bastard that killed actor James Dean.
James Dean bought the car, he nicknamed it the Little Bastard. His friends all
told him he was crazy, not just because of the name, but because the car was
bad. Real bad. Some said it had a malevolent presence about it. Alec
Guinness even said it was sinister, and that if James bought it, he’d kill
himself within a week. His buddies were right. But although James Dean seemed to have a premonition
that the car might kill him, he still gave the Little Bastard to George Barris,
the “King of Kustomizers”, to hot it up even more.
came the first race.
and his mechanic decided to drive the Spyder to Salinas. They never made it.
They had a head on with another vehicle. As you can see from the pic, the Spyder was totalled. James Dean died in hospital from multiple injuries. Incredibly, his mechanic survived.
where’s the curse, you ask? People die in car crashes every day.
Barris bought the wreckage to sell as scrap, but
clearly the Little Bastard didn’t approve...
When the vehicle was
delivered to Barris' garage, it slipped off its trailer and broke a
Barris sold the engine
to Troy McHenry and the drive train to William Eschrid, racing hobbyists.
While racing at the Pomona fairgrounds on October 24, 1956, McHenry was
killed when his vehicle spun out of control and crashed into a tree.
Eschrid's car rolled while taking a curve, seriously injuring him. He
later said that the vehicle 'just locked up' on him.
Two tires (Looking at the pic, you can hardly believe that any tires survived)
that Barris sold simultaneously burst, sending their car off road.
Even thieves weren’t
spared. A young guy tried to steal the steering wheel, but had his arm
gashed open on a piece of jagged metal as punishment. Another guy was hurt
while trying to steal one of the bloodstained seats.
By now Barris had had enough. He decided that the
car would be safer in storage.
But who can keep a good demon down?
Even the California Highway Patrol were enthralled
by the car’s potential to shock. They persuaded Barris to loan them the Spyder for a
traveling exhibition. So the mangled remains of Little Bastard were taken to a
garage in Fresno, and stored there before the road show started. A fire broke
out in the garage, destroying everything, except for – you guessed it – James
Dean’s wrecked car.
You would think that people would have learned by
now that this car was bad news, but no… the show went on.
At a display at Sacramento High School on the
anniversary of Dean's accident, the bolts holding the car in place snapped. The
car plowed off its display and broke the hip of a fifteen-year-old boy who
had been looking at the wreckage.
Still not convinced it was cursed?
route to Salinas, the truck hauling the wreck lost control, causing the driver
to fall out of the cab. Although the fall from the vehicle didn't kill him, the
Porsche fell off the truck bed and landed on top of him. He didn’t survive.
1960, the Little Bastard’s tour finally ended.
now that he had never set eyes on the beast, Barris had the vehicle loaded onto
a train in Florida. He sealed boxcar, and sighed with relief as the train
headed out for California. It was a good day for him, although somewhat
the train arrived in L.A., the seal was still intact, yet the car had vanished.
And it has not been seen since. You think I kid you. At the 50th
anniversary of James Dean’s death rewards were offered for a no questions asked
return of the car. Nothing ever came to light.
you tell me - was this car cursed or was this all just coincidence? Or is something
else possible? Was it James Dean
himself who was cursed? And did he pass that curse onto all the things that
mattered to him?
to some, yes. Most of his closest friends also died under tragic circumstances.
So, if you believe this, who cursed him? It
has been claimed that his erstwhile friend Maila Nurmi put a hex on him when he
told her the friendship was over. So who was she and how did she get that much
power? Maila Nurmi, aka Vampira, the glamorous ghoul, hosted late-night horror
films on 1950s TV screens. As Vampira,
she played with her pet tarantula, gave gruesome recipes for vampire cocktails
and bathed in a boiling caldron.
Picture taken of Wikipdia
She was also supposedly wired into the occult.
So did she zing James Dean? And if she did, did his influence go on to curse
all his friends? What do you think?
me, it’s pretty simple. Having seen the power of curses in Shenaya, I have no
doubt that it is possible to curse both the living and the dead.
PS. Thought I'd end off with a pic of Christine.... Great movie, if you like horror!
Seth and I went to Shenaya I would have scoffed at the idea of curses harming
people. Now I know better.
Amy Winehouse. Was it just alcohol and drugs that killed her, or was it
something more sinister? Was she actually cursed to die at 27 years old?
if you are a believer in the FOREVER 27 CLUB.
The what club, you ask. Also known as the 27 Club, this is the final
resting place for the talented and cursed. Composers, conductors and wild party
rockers have all found their away into this elite club by dying at age 27.
don’t believe me? Check this out. Jimi Hendrix, Janice Joplin, Brian Jones and
about forty other musicians, dating back from as far as 1892 to 2011, all died
aged 27. How? Accidents, murders, plane crashes, drugs. The list goes on.
Coincidence or curse? You tell me….
So Seth and my next couple of blogs will be about curses. Why, especially coming so soon
after love? Simple. In Shenaya to love is a curse. A curse whose only antidote
is . . . you’ve got it. Love. That's why we have a real interest in curses. Maybe if we can explore enough of them we'll figure out how to lift the curse tormenting so many in Shenaya.
But, we've come to realise, curses
are strange things. You either believe in them or you don’t. Sadly, whatever your
view, it doesn’t seem to stop curses causing havoc in our lives if we stray
into their orbit - as so many innocents have discovered to their peril.
can almost hear your sceptism, and I wrote the book on sceptism. But
to convince you let’s look at some bizarre coincidences which leave the rational mind reeling.
Take the gorgeous JAMES DEAN.
know, I’m only 17 and I wasn’t even a twinkle in anyone’s eye when he was acting
in movies like Rebel Without Cause,
but he’s still hot with a capital H. See pic for proof!)
Did he die in a car
crash, or was it a curse that killed him?
what about the HOPE DIAMOND? Did
it have a hand in the deaths of Louis XIV, Louis XVI, and Marie Antoinette?
And SUPERMAN? Is
there more for the Superman actors to fear than just kryptonite?
do you think? I'd love to hear your answers before I tell you what we've discovered.
Seth loves cars – especially fast ones – so he’s finally agreed to write a post.
Watch this space next Monday when he reveals all about James Dean’s The Little Bastard, a Porch Spyder,
otherwise known as the cursed killer car.
By now you have
probably gathered that I was a bit sceptical when I first heard that Seth was
my soul mate. It seemed so insane. After all, he’s an American from New York.
That’s about as far from Cape Town as you can get. What were the odds that we would
meet? Probably nil. Except for one important thing:the promises we made to each other and our
friends before we were born.
Yes, I know. That
sounds as weird as a cat with three tails. Especially seeing as we have zero
memory of ever making those promises. Unfair, you cry. I agree. But that’s what
Seth and I knew
each other before we were born. Or rather our spirits did, and I don’t mean in
a reincarnation way. That was not our experience. We – and the spirits of a lot
of other people we have since meet in mortality – lived for a very long time
before this world was even created. Where, you ask. Right here, in our universe.
It was there that Seth and I first fell in love.
The Heavens brought us together forever
I will love you forever, in this life, and in the next
How do we know this?
Simple. We were shown a vision of a weird, ethereal sort of place known only as
The Mists of Time. It was there that we had the big reveal that we’d agreed to come
to Earth at the same time. And, drum roll, we found out that we’d promised to
find each other once here. To say we were surprised was an understatement.
Seth is still recovering….
And if that wasn’t
already shock enough, we also promised to help our friends be with the ones
they love. It was that promise to help others which led to us finding each other.
After all, true love, I’ve learned in my short life, is not about what I can get
for myself, but rather what I can do for some one else. Profound, huh!
But that’s why I
will sacrifice my all to win Seth back…
tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, I want to share a few of my favourite love quotes
with you… Enjoy!
love says, I love you because I need you. Mature love says, I need you because
I love you. ~Erich Fromm
You know it's love when you can't fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams.
Dr. Seuss (One of my favourite writers of all time....)
was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you
kissed, but my soul. ~Judy Garland
A soul mate is
someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we
feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be
completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for
who we're pretending to be. Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter
what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we're safe in our own
paradise. Our soul mate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense
of direction. When we're two balloons, and together our direction is up,
chances are we've found the right person. Our soul mate is the one who makes
life come to life.
Have a fantastic Valentine's Day...
asked Seth to write something on our blog, but he didn’t look too keen. I promise I’ll keep
working on him.
Yesterday I wrote about Plato’s idea
that once they've found each other, soul mates don’t want to be out of the other’s
sight for even a moment. Whether you agree with Plato or not, it’s a magical
concept. But does it actually work? And is it good for a relationship? I’ve not
had many boyfriends. Okay, I admit. I’ve had one. Other than Seth, of course.
So that hardly makes me an expert. But I can and do read and I have to ask
myself if I would want a soul mate if I ended up like….
Bella and Edward fromTwilight. Obsessed with each other to
the point that he stalked her night and day, and she launched herself off a
cliff just so she could imagine hearing his voice in her head. No. Please no. If
that’s what soul mates mean, then I’m not interested.
Or what about… Heathcliffe and Cathy
fromWuthering Heights? Are you
kidding? The two worst lovers in history. That book wasn’t about love, it was
Lancelot and Guinevere? They claimed to be soul mates, but their adulterous
affair broke up the Knights of the Round Table. It was the classic love
triangle. She was married to Arthur, but fell in love with his best friend,
Lancelot. They tried to hide their affair, but you know the saying – truth will
out. So even though Lancelot killed a few of his fellow knights to protect Guinevere’s
honour and to hide the truth, Arthur still found out about it. He was about to burn
Guinevere at the stake when Lancelot came dashing in and rescued her. Did being
soul mates work out for them? Not likely. Lancelot ended his days as a hermit
and Guinevere became a nun at Amesbury where she died.
Or the Beauty and the Beast? Okay. Now I’m listening. At least it wasn’t
just mindless love at first sight with Belle and the Beast. He had to actually do something to earn her devotion –
apart from just being sizzling hot. And we all know what the beast looked like!
But if you still have doubts, then check out the movie Beastly. It’s a pretty good remake of the old classic – or maybe it’s just the beastly gorgeous Alex Pettyfer that caught my eye! But I digress…
I think most people would agree that Romeo
and Juliet are the iconic soul mates …
The problem is, they were about as tragic
as Seth and me. We also got drawn into a family feud. But, in our case, it
wasn’t enough that the living messed things up for us, the dead had to climb
into the fight too. Thankfully, since being in Shenaya, I’ve learned that love
outlives the grave and can last forever. I’m sure Romeo and Juliet were delighted
when they woke up in the world of spirits – the Fourth Dimension – and
discovered that little fact. Talk about putting one over the Capulets and the
That’s what happened to me. I’m Erin,
by the way, and Seth is my soul mate. But as you can see from my by-line, we
ran into a few snags once we got to Shenaya. Serious ones, which now require a
huge amount of sacrifice to put right. But before I go into all that, maybe I
should tell you a bit about myself. I’m almost eighteen and I live in Cape Town
with my mom. (For those who haven’t travelled much, Cape Town is in South
Africa.) My mom is going through her second divorce. Sigh. I think her
miserable marriages are one of the reasons why I struggled with the whole soul
mate concept when I first heard it.
Sure, I wanted to believe that there’s
someone perfect out there destined for me. Who doesn’t? But what does that
actually mean? (As you get to know me, you’ll discover that I’m not a
take-it-on-face-value-type of girl. I like facts. Real ones.) And if someone
out of the seven billion of us who live on this planet is destined to find and
love me forever, then who controls that? Me? Him? Fate? God? Random chance? Do
I – we - have any choice in this? And what did we do to qualify to be together
in mortality? Doesn’t that presume we knew each other before we were born? And
what is a soul mate anyway?
The last question is the easiest to
answer, I think. According to Plato in The
Symposium (I promise, I’ll make this sojourn into ancient Greek literature
quick and painless) when humans were created they had one body with four arms,
four legs, and a single head made of two faces. And in that monstrous form
lurked the spirits of both a man and a woman. Talk about being bonded!
Thankfully Zeus didn’t like the idea much either. But for a very different
reason. He was scared of their power so he split them in half. From that moment
on people were condemned to spend their lives searching for their other half –
their soul mate.
"And when one of them meets with his other half, the
actual half of himself, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and
friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other's sight even for a
2,500 years ago...
Wow. Quite a thought. So does that
explain some of the very weird romances one hears about? You know the kind I mean.
When people will go to any length and do anything for the one they love. Like I
will for do Seth.
But I'm not the only person in history
who was willing to sacrifice all for my love. Check with me tomorrow when I
list of some of the world's oddest lovers. Well, in my opinion. See if you
agree with my choices.
The answer is simple. Life as we know it is
nowhere near as interesting as what happens in my head. I can lose myself for
hours in my private world – and I do. But people in the real world always
complain that I get ‘that unfocused look’ and they know I’ve slipped into my parallel universe. The
only way to justify my absence is to call my daydreams work. (That’s a joke!
How can something so enjoyable be work?) Lucky for me, I’ve found a way to make
my ‘work’ believable. I write my mind-stories for other people to read. Mainly
teenagers. But anyone who wants to get lost in a world where the unborn and the
dead meddle with the living are invited along for the ride. So while other
people slog away at boring jobs, I sit at my desk in my bedroom, overlooking my
rose garden and the bunny cage, and type away on my Mac, creating a world
In case you think Shenaya is on some distant planet, relax.
It is right here on planet Earth, only it existed a thousand years ago. It took
Seth - a hot eighteen-year-old American from New York (my favourite city in the
whole world) and feisty seventeen-year-old Erin from Cape Town to find it.
Although they’re both pretty smart – most of the time – they had some magical
help. A diamond Seer-Stone which allowed them to time travel…