Tuesday, December 6, 2011


In the Footsteps of St. Paul on Malta – Part I



St. Paul's Bay, in northeast Malta, affords sailors safe anchorage throughout most of the year. But sometimes in winter, when the Gregale blows in from the northeast, whipping the water before it into a mad frenzy, the bay can become a terrifying place. Such was the situation in November 60 A.D. when a ship bound for Rome from Caesarea was caught in a ferocious Gregale near Crete. For fourteen days the winds raged, driving the ship southwestward toward Malta, then called Melita by the ancient Greeks (Melita means "honey" in Greek; the island was known for its excellent honey production). In addition to the captain and crew and a cargo of wheat, the ship also carried a man named Paul, who called himself a follower of Jesus Christ. A Roman military escort, commanded by an officer named Julius, accompanied him, along with fellow Christians Luke and Aristarchus. After imprisonment in Caesarea for almost two years, Paul, by his own request and invoking the rights of a Roman citizen to "appeal to Caesar," was on his way to Rome to answer several charges brought against him by Jewish and Roman authorities. 





By midnight of the fourteenth day of the Gregale, it was apparent that the ship was in danger of driving onto the island's rocky shoals.  Even after dropping bow and stern anchors and jettisoning its valuable cargo, the ship continued to founder. Despite the captain's best efforts, the ship hung up on the rocks where wind and waves continued to batter it. As dawn broke, the passengers and crew could see the bay, its beach and the limestone bluffs rising up behind it. The ship began to break up in the pounding surf. Julius ordered everyone to jump overboard, the swimmers striking out for the shore, the non-swimmers clinging to the ship's broken timbers, all of them praying to their respective gods to be saved. 





  

Amazingly, everyone made it safely to shore.


 Island fishermen who had witnessed the shipwreck already had a fire blazing as the survivors staggered out of the surf.  Paul helped them gather firewood and, as he did so, a snake sprang out of a pile of brushwood and fastened on his hand. Unconcerned, he shook the snake off into the fire. When the islanders saw that the snake had not harmed the stranger, that in fact, he did not die as they were certain he would, they began to look upon Paul as a god. To this day, the legend holds that Paul miraculously removed the venom from Maltese snakes, despite the fact that Malta never had any venomous indigenous snakes.



Paul and the others remained on Malta for three months before they were able to continue their voyage to Rome. During that time they were treated hospitably by the islanders and Paul began to preach to the people about Jesus. While a guest at Publius, the chief magistrate's house, he cured Publius' father of dysentery by the "laying on of hands." Such a public display of Paul's power brought him converts to Christianity, including Publius himself, who went on to become Malta's first bishop. Paul continued to preach to the people and when he finally departed Malta he left behind the beginnings of a Christian church on the island.




Thursday, November 17, 2011

I'm Baaacckk!

It's been a crazy month and half with the promotion of my new book, Ghosthunting Ohio: On the Road Again. As a result, I have not been as active with this blog as I would have liked. But, I'm back now and will have some new material posted shortly. Thanks for your patience; I hope you'll keep reading!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

America's Haunted Road Trip

Now that my new book, Ghosthunting Ohio: On the Road Again is in the bookstores and available from online booksellers, I'll be touring Ohio throughout the month of October, speaking at libraries and other venues and signing my books.You can see where I'll be by checking www.JohnKachuba.com (Author Tour). Please stop by and see me when I'm in your town. I'd love to meet you.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011


Thailand is an intriguing, mysterious, and spiritual country. The two months I spent there, the people I met, the places I visited, the things I experienced will always be in my memory. No doubt, I will write about them again sometime.

There are, however, so many other wonderful metaphysical sites around the world that The Metaphysical Traveler needs to set out down the road once again. So, stay tuned to this blog for more new locations.

One final word from Thailand, though. Paul Taitt sent me this photo taken in Thailand. The couple in the photo swear that they were alone. Really? Then how do we explain the man in the background?

The Metaphysical Traveler on the Air

 August 24
 Tonight's the night! I'll be making another visit to "Coast to Coast with George Noory" radio. Check out http://www.coasttocoastam.com/ for a radio station near you. Click on "Stations."

Saturday, July 30, 2011

The Thai Ghost House  

So, now that I had purchased the amulet that was supposed to attract ghosts, and had already paid visits to both the ghost house on the Silpakorn University campus and the ghost village on the grounds of the Sanam Chan Palace, I was ready to test out the amulet.

Two nights before I left Thailand for home, I put the amulet in my pocket and stepped out into the dark, humid Thai night. It was late and there wasn’t a living soul around—I paused as I crossed the bridge over the canal to gaze into the dark waters to see if I could detect any of the dead souls Dr. Jundi had told me about. There were things that I could not recognize moving beneath the surface and I hoped they were only fish.



Dogs barked in the night as I continued my walk to Reun Prakumsakkee, the ghost house, the amulet weighing heavily in my pocket. Wrapped in complete darkness, the house was little more than a shadow to me. I walked cautiously through the high grass around the house, fearful of water monitors but even more fearful of cobras and pythons. I didn’t know if my amulet also had the ability to ward off dangerous snakes.



I wanted to climb up into the house but in the darkness I risked becoming a ghost myself if I had tried to negotiate the rotting wooden stairs, so I contented myself with getting as close to the house as I could and slowly circling it several times, listening, waiting. . .

I had my camera with me and I took several photos of the house, pointing the camera into the darkness, always surprised by what the flash illuminated. Things rustled in the grass and a night bird called from a tree. My camera flashed again and again.



After a few minutes, I felt a heaviness come over me and the sense that I was not alone. Perhaps, I was being watched by any one of the million Thai critters that come out at night, I don’t know. All I did know was that I was finished there and so, thanking the spirit of the house for his hospitality, I walked back to my quarters.



Eager to see my photos on the computer, I downloaded them right away. On at least one of them appeared a glowing white orb of light. Some paranormal investigators believe that such orbs are the spirit energy of ghosts. Those orbs may not be ghosts at all, of course; they may have rational explanations, but considering all that I knew about the house, and the rituals that had been conducted inside it, was it inconceivable that I had been visited by the ghosts of Reun Prakumsakkee?



What do you think?

Thursday, July 14, 2011

If you missed my TV program on the Sundance Channel on July 12, fear not. It will be on all this month ad nauseam. The show is called “Love/Lust, The Paranormal.” Here’s a link to the programming schedule: http://www.sundancechannel.com​/love-lust/schedule/

I hope you'll tune in and post your comments here. Enjoy.