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Baby Numo Sighting!

SHIT! It’s real! Arrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhh!

Photo by Mark Knight
Photo by Mark Knight


Baby Numo is a cyber-spirit.  It comes when there are five of you in the room and sees you through your computer and your TV screen.  You have to face it one at a time.  Weapons won’t hurt it, but if you believe, a token of faith might make Baby Numo spare you.  Might.

Baby Numo looks into your soul and makes you face all your darkest fears, if you are impure of heart, then the screens will say ‘EVIL DETECTED’ and then you freak out as your fears consume you.

Some sweat blood, some cry out, some curl up into a ball and start gibbering.  Some disappear and are never seen again.  They have been taken by Baby Numo.  Where to? no one knows.

If you are pure of heart, the screens will say ‘NO EVIL DETECTED’ and you will be spared, your reward? your life and your sanity intact.  Your room will go black like a wall of shadow, but this will pass.  In Baby Numo’s place will be a doll for you to keep.

Its true, it happened to a friend of mine.

It started as a prank on the internet.

It started in Japan.

But Baby Numo became real because people believed.

Its all true. 

Nah, c’mon! I made Baby Numo up in a dream.  My brother, having read the original blog, here, saw this No-Face Graffiti and posted it on my FB profile with the words ‘NO EVIL DETECTED’. Clever get! I really should make this into a short story or a mini-film, lol.

Episodes in the Dreaming

Have you ever awoken to just having a dream and thought, if not said out loud the immortal words “What the hell!?

Yeah, that happened this morning when I woke up half an hour before my alarm, so I spent my lie-in remembering the dream I had.  If you want to comment and put an interpretation on, you go ahead, I ‘m not really looking for that as I already know what the dream meant.  The real reason I’m putting this on the blog is because I think its a wonderful example of how our subconscious creates a landscape from what has happened to us during our waking life and psychological breakdown…. you ready to jump in to MY subconscious?


Its night and I’m in a friend’s flat, in his living room.  There’s about five of us and there is a TV sized computer monitor on hooked up to some site.  There’s a shadow by the door, its here: Baby Numo.  Everyone knows the legend of Baby Numo.  It started as a prank, in Japan as chain letter on the internet, but that many people did it and shared it, Baby Numo became real.  Baby Numo looks like ‘NO FACE’ from ‘SPIRITED AWAY’ a tall black form with a white Kubuki Mask, but no arms.  Baby Numo comes and looks into your soul, it finds your sins and evils and makes them hurt you.  When it comes, you can defend yourself with something, you can’t attack it, but the object MIGHT keep you from being taken away…. instead you are left with a squat plush doll of Baby Numo.  Its, here! and its connected to the computer monitor as that’s how it finds you.  The white screen says two words: ‘EVIL DETECTED’ and one of my friends holds out something, he screams and is gone.  Baby Numo disappears into the shadows again.  We have five minutes each until everyone in the room is done.  Its here again, the next person holds out a talisman and goes crying into the bathroom and is never seen again.  Another five minutes, my American-Asian friend holds out a knife to Baby Numo, then starts breathing deeply as blood sweats from his pores.  When Baby Numo is gone, he just stands there.  Broken.  Its my turn, I go down stairs and raise my energy shield and put on my Medicine Pouch.  Artemis tells me that I won’t need that, I tell her that Baby Numo is like death and if it comes near me I’ll rip its nipples off.  Back in the living room, I stand holding out my medicine pouch, I’m dressed in my Summer Jacket and green hat (apparently I want to look like Indiana Jones when facing this thing).  I’m ready to face my sins but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let them hurt me!  The shadows form at the front door, its here!  I look at the monitor: there are three words: NO EVIL DETECTED.  I put my pouch into my pocket and nod to Baby Numo.  I drop my shields and take off my hat and sit on the sofa next to Pipes.  She doesn’t even get up or hold anything, she’s not even worried.  When her five minutes comes up, the shadows change and the mask drops to reveal an African lady who has brought her doll from E-bay to be passed on.  Again, the monitor says NO EVIL DETECTED. The Scene now changes and I’m walking back with my parents to their home, its still night and we pass the Pizza Hut delivery where mine and Artemis’s take away came from.  My cat, Loki, is walking with me until she gets to a grassy field and runs.  I’m terrified of losing her or finding her corpse on the busy main road so I call out her name.  Nothing, I get my phone and switch on the flashlight app and start shining it around until I see it reflected in her red gleaming eyes.  Rushing down, I pick her up and take her with me.  Never letting her go.”

I mean, seriously! What the actual fuck!?

Where the hell did the idea, the concept of Baby Numo come from!?

The night is associated with our deepest selves, and it isn’t always good, its something we need to pay attention to.  A flat that has stairs? Don’t you love dream places? The living room is a social area, often the one we like to show other people, whereas the real heart of us is in the kitchen… which is where the party always ends up, right?  Its where the stairs took me to get prepared, even with my housemate telling me what I needed to hear, which was the truth… I didn’t need to defend myself, even though I still did.  Hey, I used magic in my dream! Cool! even though I knew raising my ‘shields’ would have no real effect on Baby Numo if I was to be taken, but I did know that at least it couldn’t hurt me.  And as it turned out…. I didn’t need to go.  I know my sins, I know when I have done wrong, I accept that.  The fact that Pipes was there and in the same situation but being totally blasé (which is exactly what she would do) and coming off the same as me helps eliminate any sense of guilt.  Baby Numo obviously represents our Shadow, the part of us that forces us to recognise the parts of us we don’t want to acknowledge or even admit.  When it came for the friends I don’t have in the Waking, it took them as they weren’t at peace with their sins and evils.  The American-Asian with a knife, he even said out loud he knew he’d done wrong, but he wished he hadn’t…. he was gone when I came back up stairs.  Its a damn shame I can’t remember the other objects.  Mine?  it was my medicine pouch… my actual, real medicine pouch, my defence was my own soul… and I was found ‘not evil’ or whatever.  The fact is I have done wrong in my past, I’m no saint, but anything I have done is a part of me.  I regret doing what I didn’t rather than what I did.

What I find really funny is that me and Artemis had a really lazy day yesterday of watching Doctor Who? and Once Upon A Time, the latter of which showed a spot of darkness in a character’s heart (literally- it got pulled out, and you could see it glowing and a drop of the dark stuff had formed in there).  Yesterday a point was made in conversation that didn’t bother me until I thought about it later.  I didn’t do wrong, but I questioned myself if I had.  I think my subconscious digested that, along with the Pizza me and Artemis ordered (and my dreaming referred to) and forced me to look at my so called ‘evils’…. and they weren’t that bad.  The spot of darkness in my own heart wasn’t there to be found.  Quit doubting yourself, lad and carry on, so say I!

My cat? Well that’s a reference to holding back.  Instead of letting something go and be its true nature, I get all defensive and go to hide it from the world. Hmmm…

I would like to observe the two following things:

1- What are the chances of Baby Numo being made into an actual urban myth? It’d make a great experiment!

2- Would my dreaming please, please, pretty please make a dream where I can get Once Upon A Time’s Emma Swan in a Super-Girl outfit?

Baby Numo?

Baby Numo

Image from: Which can also be accessed here.

What makes a ‘Man’?

Today’s blog was actually inspired by a dream from last night:

I’m in a two-storey cafe, sitting at the head of a table, Pipes is sitting next to me.  The room is full of actors as we’re filming something in the area and we have all invaded this cafe run by my In laws.
  Sitting at the table beyond ours is a man, he is short and stocky, in his late 40s and has short black hair that is going white at the roots.  He is wearing a white sports top and blue shorts.  He looks a little like Mr Toad.
  In between actors walking between our tables, Pipes is trying to explain to this man why it is wrong for him to have loaned some tables to my In Laws and demanding them back despite the fact her Mum and Dad bought them off him.  In short, he wanted both the money and the tables.  Looking into his newspaper, he states out aloud: “I don’t understand this, why isn’t he arguing for you? He is less a man than he is a warrior!”
  Everyone stops and gasps… he was talking about me! Gob smacked, I just sit there in silence as the man gets up, looks at me then leaves…

I’d quite forgotten all about it until I followed a memory trail that revealed the dream I had.

I told Pipes as I remembered it and she asked if I knew why I dreamt of that.

Thinking on this has revealed something that I actually keep secret, even from myself…

I feel I have failed.

The man in the dream was obviously my Shadow (for those unfamiliar with Jungian archetypes, a subconscious manifestation of the bits of our identity we don’t want to acknowledge, often parts of ourselves we’re afraid of).    This time, the Shadow has personified itself in the things negative about Men in general: he was arrogant, sexist, greedy, selfish, single-minded and uncompromising.  In the dream I also got a sense of what he was like in his life: wealthy, the top of his game, runs his own company, a success, whence the arrogance… all the things I’m not.  Besides our sex and gender we had one thing in common: honesty. In the dream I didn’t defend my Wife, she, as my feminine side was speaking for me, this was a masculine Shadow directly challenging my own masculine self.  In the dream I simply let him walk away because I couldn’t argue back.  In my dreaming mind he was right.

This for me, presented a mind-fuck.

This morning I flipped between sadness, anger and then conviction.

I present a friendly, witty and laid back demeanor, yet underneath hide my own issues which is to do with the fact I feel I have failed.  How so? Let’s look at the stereotypical image of what we in the early 21st Century take a ‘Man’ to be:
Muscular, strong, stoic, rich, handsome, successful, determined, authoritive.

Once ‘Man’ and ‘male’ were synonymously linked.  Nowadays its a concept when you consider transgender or transsexual people.

Looking at the above list: I’m no pussy, but I’m no beefcake either.  I have strength in my beliefs, but not always in myself.  Stoic? No. I’m definitely not rich, both me and Pipes live on my wage in a job I am, at the minute undergoing confidence issues with (I kept fucking things up in September and now doubt myself there).  However, I have a wealth of Celtic History and the old tales.  I have Pipes, my cat and our rented home.  Handsome? I don’t like to brag. ;D determined? Not as much as I’d like.  I’ve been happy to follow and let others take charge, especially where I’m not an expert.  Authoritive? Sometimes, I know I can be in certain situations, but not all of them (work for example, I’m not an industrial person, I just pretend to be).

So, on to the biggie: Successful.  Here’s the crux.  We assume that to be successful we must be rich and have plenty of money to be happy.  That’s not really my problem, I know a couple who have the money, two cars a house and its driving them insane.  So I know and understand that money isn’t everything.  So why do I feel I have failed?  Because, in my mind, a Man has focus in his life be it his trade, his calling, his beliefs.  I feel I have failed because I have not attained “success”.  By that, I mean a contribution to Humanity.  To be able to turn around and say “Yeah, I did good there, I’m proud of that.”  I feel that in sacrificing my acting career (before it really begun) I squandered the ‘gift’ I was given, therefore creating a hole within myself of confusion and fear. 
  On the other hand, If it wasn’t for my sacrifice, my Wife would never have been able to get Pagan Pride up and running or begin her music career.

  This writing has been very cathartic for me and if you’ve read it this far, thank you.  I’ve even answered my own question “How do I be a man?”

Y’see, Druidic tradition teaches us the Shadow is represented by the wolf in the Druid Animal Oracle.  Wolf teaches that the Shadow is not to be feared or attacked, it is to be learned from.  Once that is done we can work on ourselves and transcend the barriers we place on ourselves.  The modern ‘Man’ is material in his ‘wealth’ and distractions, however he has no honour and no courage.

The answer to my question is: I can be a ‘Man’ by having the courage to do that what I am afraid of and stop whining about feeling lost and confused… especially when I actually know what must be done.  There are too many people who think they aren’t worth it in this world… I’m one of them and I don’t want to be anymore.
As Dian Cecht told me: “Love Yourself” and I’ll only start doing that by doing what really makes a man: Bravery.


Photo by locksley2010

Here’s me, a man with long hair enjoying a glass of wine, cheers!