I got the job!

Remember that one History teacher job that I applied for at the school months ago? Well, they finally got back to me over the summer. I got a job as a 10th and 11th grade American History teacher. Sadly I can't teach the stuff that I have on this blog because they would most likely throw me in a cuckoo's nest. Or just fire me. Whichever comes first.

On the matter of this blog, I will be updating this blog whenever I have time to share my additional research. I have many more bases to cover with what I have in my database.

Reinbold out.

Malison Island Video Documentary

Today I found a video on YouTube of a couple of young men (Malison residents) making a documentary on Malison Island. Aside from the wonderfully peaceful and fitting music, it's very informational and the young men are very well-spoken. This seems to be the only video documentary released to the public thus far, which seems strange to me.

Here's the link to the video: http://youtu.be/jkTyDo9tRQc

For whatever reason, I can't insert YouTube's flash player to this post. Oh well. It also says that their YouTube channel has nine videos on it, but I can only see eight. Strange.

It also seems that they have linked my blog in their channel; I would assume as a resource, but I'm flattered none the less.

Malison Island

Malison Island is a beautiful, exotic, Floridian island that is primarily rural and is home to over 10,000 citizens, with a total area of 47.2 square miles. Geographically, the area of water in Malison outweighs the area of land, with 29.7 square miles of water and 17.5 miles of land. The island’s tourism industry is very large for Florida, and due to the unincorporation, retirement for senior citizens is great, which also means reduced taxes.

This small island’s origins date back to the Pre-Columbian era, and its name was derived from the French-Spanish noble who had been granted a land grant from the King and had owned it for quite some time. The time in which he had owned it is not fully known, but was thought to be until the end of his life.

Malison Island’s climate has a very tropical feel to it, dropping to merely 30 degrees Fahrenheit on a very cold day. As I stated earlier, the majority of the island is rural, with the exceptions of a region named “The Box” along with the unincorporated sections of the island, making it more of a territory than a city, essentially.

The island had originally been inhabited by Native American tribes known as the Ais and possibly the Ulumay tribes. That was before the European settlers arrived, including the French-Spanish noble Malison. This didn’t sit well for the natives, as they grew suspicious of the settlers’ activity on their homeland, which led to many skirmishes between natives and settlers. After some time, a peace treaty was finally put into order in 1650, ending all battles and bringing about a partnership between the natives and settlers that eventually brought about the first ever map of what would soon be called Malison Island. On a similar note, the natives had also begun sharing their crops with the settlers, most of which primarily included oranges and pineapple, along with seagrape, palmetto, and cocoplum berries.

From the time of the settling until the late 1940s, the crime rate on Malison Island had always been very low; lower than most areas of Florida at the time. But in the 1950s, a terrifying and shocking occurrence took place. For several years, a large massacre of young citizens and children had taken place, who all of which were hiking and traveling through rural Malison. The way that they victims were murdered were very unusual, however, and very gruesome. The victims were left with grotesque and violent mutilations and contusions on various areas of their bodies. This sparked a five-year-long bounty hunt for the killer whom had committed these horrific acts. Soon, many theories had come about from the citizens as to whom it may be, until one particular theory had surfaced that piqued everyone’s interest: an urban legend named the Malison Reaper. Some conspiracy theorists even believe that “The Box” may lead to evidence of the Malison Reaper’s existence.

Native American Festival 2013

I visited the Ormand Beach Native American Festival this year, and as usual, I had an absolutely awesome time. The festival was so well-put-together; it was so beautiful and festive and straight-up happy. I met some lovely people there that I had a long conversation with about Native American culture. I also helped take some pictures while I was there, too. I only managed to save one of them, though; my favorite.

It was such a treat to witness something so full of Native culture all in one place. You rarely get to see something like that nowadays. Though, something felt off there for a minute. For a single moment, I thought I caught a glimpse of the Winter. Thinking back, it probably wasn't. It was most likely just a man in a business suit. There's been a few of those crawling around town recently. 

Anyway, I've finally moved into my new house, and I'm almost done moving all of my things. I'll keep this blog updated, and I'll get back to posting more of my research later.

A Tiny Update

I've been searching for citizens around my city and county who have Cherokee/Seminole background. I've checked the phone book, public records, everything, and there's no record of them anywhere. But that doesn't make sense, because the Solace of Birds occurred just weeks ago, indicating and celebrating the death of a tribe member. There has to be more tribespeople around here, and if there is, why isn't there a single recent record of them?

In other news, I'll be posting more of my research in the near future, which involves more information on artifacts, locations, and smaller entities. But first, I'm moving into a new house and will have to move all of my files to the new house. It won't be too far away from my last house, but far enough to be away from the comotion that was going on in my last neighborhood.

As for the teaching job that I was hoping to get at a local high school, I'm still waiting for a call back. Apparently there were a lot of people that were looking for a history teacher job around here. I have a good feeling about this job. There's just something calling me to it.

The 5 Days of Suffering

The Five Days of Suffering is known to be the aftermath of a bodily attack by the Winter, if the victim survived, causing the victim to undergo 5 consecutive days of physical/mental/emotional anguish. There is no known reason behind this occurrence.

What is know is the events that take place during those 5 days. While these events don't always happen in order, they do always happen, each having its own day:

1. Paranoia - The victim becomes anxious, tense, and very fearful and aware of their surroundings, claiming to hear noises and moving objects, and sometimes voices, even if they didn't actually occur.
2. Aching of the limbs - The victim's limbs begin to ache with a sort of stabbing pain, making it hard for them to move. The aching can start and stop at any given time. Some victims recall a sort of crawling sensation in their limbs, others a throbbing pain.
3. Bleeding of the face - Bleeding commences from the victim's nose, ears, gums, eyes, or any combination of the four. Once again, this starts and stops at any given time.
4. Fatigue - The victim becomes very physically and mentally tired, sometimes causing them to sleep numerous hours at a time. 
5. Insomnia - A loss of sleep causes the victim to become easily agitated and angry, along with making the victim delirious. The victim isn't able to gain any more sleep until that day ends.

The Solace of Birds

Today I stumbled upon something amazing.

About an hour ago, I was going to a job interview at a local high school for an American History teacher position. As I was leaving, I saw a large collection of white birds congregating in the sky. They were flying in one collective circle together. By the time I took out my phone to record it, they had already dispersed.

This congregation is called the Solace of Birds in the Seminole and Cherokee tribes. This only happens when a member of one of the tribes have died, but only if they are being taken to a "better place", whatever you may call it. This could mean that there are remaining tribespeople nearby. I must investigate this further.