S03 Episode 1: We Are The Witchcraft (Pt. 1 of 3)

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small private laboratory. Inside, a man with long silver hair and patrician face sits deep in concentration, illuminated by the flickering light of candles and the roaring flames of a large brick furnace. Around him, glass vessels, distillers, and crucibles are perched precariously, and all about the sound of things bubbling and boiling, while the air thickens with strange scented fumes.

The man, skittish and sleep deprived, having barely left the room in weeks, reaches for a large leather bound manuscript. Its cover bears the title in troitus apertus ad occlusum regis pallatium, or an open entrance to the shut palace of the King. The man turns a page and begins to read. This chaos is called arsenic, our air, our luna, but in diverse respect, because our matter undergoes various states

before our regal diadem is extracted. So learn who the comrades of Cadamus are and who the serpent who ate them. Learn what the doves of Diana are, which conquer the green lion, the Babylonian dragon, killing all by his means. The word are a code, a spell of sorts, or to the initiated, a recipe for the hallowed philosophic mercury, the fundamental constituent of the mythical philosopher's stone that is said to turn base metals into gold and grant immortality.

Our alchemist, no mere tourist on these shores, is all too aware that this chaos is but another term for the chemical element antimony. That Cadmus's comrades refers not only to the soldiers of Cadmus, the founder of Thebes, who were eaten by a serpent, but also to the metallic element iron, And that serpent who ate them is the

sulfide ore stibnite. The alchemist, this natural philosopher, adds the resulting antimony to a flask of mercury and watches as the liquid metals fuse while cinders crackle in spit from the fire, adding finally the last ingredient, two doves of Diana, the goddess of the Moon, also known as silver. Next will come distillation, after which he will attempt to extract

the purest of philosophical mercury. It is said that by combining this most refined of elements with gold will reduce the precious metal to its constituent parts, thereby revealing the base from which all metals are made, and with it the key to turning any metal into gold. Such a rare act of change would have been fitting for the age.

The past forty years in England had seen revolution take the head of the monarchy, King Charles First, and with it the insidious fallacy of the divine right of kings, only for it to be restored a decade later upon the shoulders of his son, Charles the Second. By the time of Charles's death in sixteen eighty five and the transference of the crown into the hands of James the Second, it seemed that the spirit of the revolution had all

but been dissolved. But such rebellious seeds seldom wither so easily. Three years later, James's wife, Mary gives birth to a son, and with him the promise of a new Catholic dynasty. But elsewhere, men of Orange are conspiring. In November, led by their leader William, they will cross the vicious chill of the North Sea waves, landing at the port of Brixham.

Within a year, King James the Second's reign will be at an end, replaced by the Protestant King William and Mary, James's Protestant daughter, their union, marking the final end for Catholicism as a substantial influence in English society. More than that, however, it marked the beginning of the end for the Church and the monarchy as significant political powers. To secure his assent to the throne, William was given support in return for his agreeing to the Bill of Rights, signed in

sixteen eighty nine. The Bill declares an end to royal prerogative powers. No longer could an English monarch suspend laws, levy taxes, or raise an army without consent of Parliament. It was a turning from the light of the Lord to the light of the people. The age of reason

had begun. Over the next three hundred years, the revolutionary spirit of enlightenment will come to dominate the world of ideas, an unparalleled time of extraordinary discovery, invention, and social upheaval, with one man's ideas, perhaps more than any other, providing the touch paper for this explosion of knowledge. Although he himself would say that if he had seen further than most, it was only because he had stood on the shoulders

of giants. And so we returned to that man, our alchemical magus, toiling away in his candlelit laboratory, practicing magic. His name, of course, is Isaac Newton. Just a year previously, Newton's mathematical principles of natural philosophy had completely revolutionized science, gifting to the world his three laws of motion, to which he would later add modern calculus and the color

spectrum of light, amongst many other discoveries. He was quite simply a genius, a shining beacon of rationality, and yet so too did he give genuine consideration to the impossible dream of the philosopher's stone. But what drove Newton in those magical endeavors was not so much a blind folly, but rather his belief in an omnipresent God, a hidden

truth behind all things. He wasn't looking for gold, so to speak, but rather for the hidden world that he believed was located in the spaces between its constituent parts. Newton kept his occult studies secret during his lifetime for fear of being accused of heresy. After his death, his heir, John Conduit, was so horrified to find amongst his manuscripts, notes and letters over one million words pertaining to his studies of alchemy and biblical prophecy, he made it his

legacy to suppress them. It wouldn't be until the nineteen thirties, after economist John Maynard Keynes bought a set of Newton's previously unpublished notes, that the true extent of his fascination

with alchemy became public knowledge. Keynes as extraordinary fine prompted him to remark that perhaps Newton wasn't, in fact the first of the Age of Reason, but rather the last of the magicians, the Babylonians and the Summarians, the last great mind which looked out on the visible and intellectual world with the same eyes as those who began to build intellectual inheritance. Rather less than ten thousand years ago,

had Newton lived in more recent times. We can only wonder what evidence of the divine he might have discerned deep within the realm of quantum mechanics or woven into the fabric of space time. Either way, it is highly likely he would have been at the forefront of such groundbreaking investigations. As for whether he would have retained an interest in the occult sciences is anyone's guess. One thing's for sure, though, he wouldn't have been alone if he did.

For it turns out that Isaac Newton was not the last of the magicians at all, not by a long shot. This is unexplained, and I'm Richard McClean smith. Though many heads turned that summer morning in nineteen twenty six when the limousine pulled up to the front lawn of Pasadena's George Washington Junior High While some kids ignored the peculiar sight, others huddled together, growing even more intrigued when a twelve year old child stepped out of the vehicle with dark,

slicked back hair. The baby faced boy seemed strangely grown up in his gray blazer and sparkling brown leather shoes. A single stars and stripes flag placed at the back of the wide lawn flapped high above as the boy watched his grandfather's car drive away. Turning back to the school, which loomed up a good three flights of steps in the distance, Jack sensed it would be a long walk to the front entrance as more children stopped to gorp.

Taking a deep breath, he hoisted his satchel onto his back, and with his three copies of Amazing Stories magazine sticking prominent at the top, he made his way up to the school. Hugo Gernsback's recently launched magazine featuring tales from Jules Verne and H. G. Wells, was a favorite of Jack's, a place to get lost and stir his dreams, but as he made his way to class that morning, they seemed just another reason for the other kids to make

fun of him and his bazaar affected English accent. Months later, fourteen year old Ed Foreman, newly appointed recess monitor, was about getting ready to summon the kids back in for class when a scuffle broke out at the back of the playground. Amidst the chaos and cries of sissy, Ed could just about make out someone being kicked on the floor by another much bigger pupil. Ever, the egalitarian Ed

rushed into the malay, punching the assailant away. Jack looked up from the ground to find a hand being thrust out towards him, picking him up from the dirt. From then on, the pair were inseparable, almost preternaturally drawn together. Evenings and weekends would be spent at each other's homes, or, more precisely, at Jack's grandparents' vast mansion on Orange Grove Avenue. Though both boys lived in Pasadena, they occupied very different worlds,

as Ed would soon come to realize. Jack was born Marveled Parsons in October nineteen fourteen, named after his father, who had met Jack's mother, Ruth, in Chicago a few years previously. The couple had decided to move to Pasadena, California, located just ten miles northeast of Los Angeles, after the devastation of losing their first child, who had been still born. The city had become somewhat of a retreat for East Coast bospice liberals and industrialists seeking a haven in the

sun away from the complications of the big cities. For Ruth, however, it was not quite the tree lined Paradise. It had first appeared. Within weeks of Jack's birth, she made the crushing discovery that her husband had been paying other women for sex. Ruth wasted little time throwing him out, and by the following year they were divorced. If Jack could remember seeing his father the day he left, it would be the last time he would do so for over

twenty years. In a final effort to expunge all memory of her ex husband, Ruth removed all mention of the name Marvel on her son's official records. He would henceforth be known as Jack. The vast Italian style villa that Jack and Ed were sitting in now as they flicked through Jack's extensive magazine collection had been bought by Ruth's father, Walter, who, along with her mother Carrie, had traveled out to California

to support their daughter. The boys had been quick to bond after that first meeting, with Ed drawn to Jack's encyclopedic knowledge and worldly air listening wrapped as he recited poetry from heart. Jack was in turn enamored of the streetwise and confident Ed, and loved nothing more than to share his favorite stories with him. But what they loved

more than anything was rockets. It was Jack's dream to fly a rocket to the moon, but for now, at least, they would have to settle for letting off explosives in the villa's gardens. Being the adventurous inquisitive minds that they were, however, it wasn't long before they were adapting the standard firecrackers

into something with a bit more bang. With the help of Jack's family's money and Ed's father's electrical engineering tools, the pair soon started constructing rockets from balsawood, taking the explosives from multiple fireworks and packing it into their own novel creations. As the rockets increased in size, the pair were forced to relocate the testing site to the arid slopes of the nearby of Royo Seco, a seasonal river canyon and thicketed wilderness of dust and sagebrush that ran

alongside Pasadena's western edge. Walking to find a good launching spot, one morning, Ed tells Jack about the time he had first moved to Pasadena with his family. Too poor to rent a hotel while they searched for a house, they had been forced to camp in the canyon until his father had found a job. As the friends picked their way through the scrub, they catch sight at the Devil's Gate Dam in the distance. As they draw closer, a peculiar formation in the cliffside becomes visible. It looked like

a horned face. It's the devil, says Ed. That's where the dam gets its name. That's not the devil, replies Jack. Ed looks to his friend, confused. How do you know, he asks, because I've seen him one evening alone in his bedroom a few months ago. As Jack went on to explain, he was trying out a magic ritual that he'd found in the back of one of his books. When something unspeakable had materialized. The instant had sent him sprawling to the back of the room, shivering with terror,

until the monstrous figure had departed. Ed can only look on speechless as his friend walks on ahead. Are you always taking care of your family? Do you often take care of others and not yourself? Now it's time to take care of yourself, to make time for you. You deserve it. Tele Adoc gives you access to a licensed therapist to help you get back to feeling your best, to feeling like yourself again. With tele adoc, you can speak to a licensed therapist by phone or video. Therapy.

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Unexplained podcast today to get started. That's teladoc dot com slash Unexplained podcast. As Jack and Ed's rockets grew larger, so did the explosive force require to propel them ever higher into the sky. But Jack's obsession was beginning to concern his mother, Worried that her estrangement from his father had left him lacking discipline, and eager that he should become more sociable like other teenagers his age, she enrolled

him in a military school a hundred and thirty miles away. Jack, who was becoming an increasingly adept chemist by the day, reacted by blowing up the toilets and getting himself expelled. He was promptly returned to Pasadena and reunited with Ed. At some point, flicking through one de Story's magazine, the pair discover an advert for the American Interplanetary Society, a small collection of rocket enthusiasts who in nineteen thirty represented

the vanguard of U S rocket science. Both joined immediately and was soon receiving regular bulletins from the organization about all the latest tests and progress being made around the world. The pair were also introduced to the Verine fur Raumschiffart, the German equivalent of the A I s now insatiable for all and any knowledge to better improve their devices. Jack found the contact details for a member of the

v f R, his name Verne of von Braun. Over the next year, a fifteen year old Parsons and the seventeen year olds Ed Foreman and Verne of von Braun frequently spoke on the phone, trading what they knew, until it became apparent to Jack and Ed that von Braun

was merely pumping them for information. In early nineteen twenty nine, Jack's grandfather, Walter, decided to move the family to an even more grand mansion on the western side of the Arroyo Secco, not far from the majestic Colorado Bridge that spanned the canyon and divided those on the hill from those down in the city. But everything was about to change. In October, a financial crash the likes of which the world had never seen, wiped forty billion dollars of the

value of shares in five days. Like many of his ilk, much of Walter's wealth, largely inherited from a manufacturing dynasty stretching back centuries, was eviscerated for those that held a person's bank balance as the true sigil of their being.

The psychical fallout was catastrophic. If Jack had been innocent at all about the cosseted paradise he had grown up in a different world had revealed itself for the first time as one after another men marched themselves to the grand Colorado Bridge and leaped into oblivion, often leaving their wives behind to pick up the pieces. Though Walter did nothing quite so drastic, his health, along with his family's fortunes, never recovered, and in nineteen thirty one they took him

with them. The loss for Jack, who had treated Walter like a father was devastating, but a valuable lesson in those things and the cosmos over which you have no control had been learnt. Unnerved by the sudden change in the family's finances, Jack sought out employment, landing a job at Hercules Powder, a chemical and munitions company based out

of Los Angeles. It was here that Parsons learnt about the history of explosives, how to mix for both high and low end, and which chemical combinations produced which kind of burn. Jack worked all the hours he could find in between college, and each week end he and Ed would put his newfound knowledge to the test. Out was balsewood and in was tough and metal casings fashioned by Ed. But something was lacking. Though their rockets were improving, their

progress was slowing down. When Jack graduates from college in nineteen thirty three, he emerges significantly changed from that intense, lonely child that Ed had picked up from the dirt all those years ago. When he sees his friend, now eighteen years old, standing over six feet tall, the magnetic intensity is still there, but no longer as it turned

inward but radiating out. Perhaps Jack was starting to notice it too, the way others seemed no longer to be inching away from him as he walked past, but drawing a step closer. That winter, Jack and Ed attend a Christmas dance together held at the Pasadena First Baptist Church. Ed can see the way the young women are looking at his friend, but Jack only has eyes for one of them. She is tall, with brown hair, and, unlike the others, appears to want nothing to do with him.

At twenty two, Helen Northrup was four years older than Jack when they began dating tentatively at first. Like Jack, she too had lost her father at an early age, but unlike him, her mother, Olga wasn't quite so free to bring up her children alone. Not long after her father had died, Helen's mother, Olga had met and married

Burton Northrop, a traveling salesman. It isn't known when he started turning his attentions to the nine year old Helen, but she suffered his abuse throughout her childhood and teenage years. Olga and Burton would later have two daughters of their own, and he abused them too. Burton had forbidden Helen from meeting with boys, but was oddly enthusiastic about Jack and perhaps hoping to take advantage of his no longer existent wealth, encouraged her to stick with him. Helen was only too

pleased to escape the monster once. Helen told Jack a peculiar story. One night when she was twelve, back when her family were living in Chicago, she had been unable to sleep. Hearing voices coming from the kitchen, she crept to the bottom of the stairs and peered into the room to find her mother and some friends sat at the table table in front of a strange board and in the middle of it an upturned glass. Her mother and friends placed their fingers on the glass and asked

where Olgush had moved the family. Helen watched and wrapped as the glass had moved around the board, spelling out the word Pasadena. To Parsons, it was a clear sign something was guiding them to each other for a purpose. In nineteen thirty four, Jack, his grandmother Carry and his mother Ruth were forced to finally sell up the old mansion in return for more modest dwellings closer toward the

center of Pasadena. Although Jack had always struggled with the discipline of academic rigor, suffering from what we would now call dyslexia. He knew any chance he had of realizing his dream to build a rocket to the moon would require formal qualification. He duly enrolled in Pasadena at Junior College to study chemistry, and would later be accepted into Stamford, but was forced ultimately to turn them down, unable to

afford the fees. Shortly after meeting Helen, Jack takes a promotion at Hercules Powder and has moved to their main plant, eight hours north of Pasadena. By day, Jack toils sixteen hours at a time, immersed in the dangerous alchemy of explosives manufacture, surrounded by billowing acrid clouds of fuming nitric acid and furnace flames that reddened the sky. It seems to Parsons as if he had descended into a strangely

alluring rendition of Hell. By night, he attempts to communicate telepathecally with Helen, reaching out to touch her hand from a seemingly impossible distance. One time, he believes he managed it. Helen had felt it too. Back in the desert, Jack and Ed were coming to the realization that if they were to take their inventions to the next level, they would need a more formal structure and maybe some help.

In March nineteen thirty five, a twenty year old Parsons and twenty two year old ed came across an article in the La Times regarding a presentation given by grad student William Boley on the future of rocket science that had taken place at cal Tech a few days previously. It was the first time they had ever read mention of rocketry outside their science fiction magazines, and it had

occurred only a few miles from their homes. Within an hour, the pair was striding through the entrance hall of cal Tech, startling William Boley in his study, confused not only who the overexcited pair were, but how on earth they had made it as far as his study, Boley was just about to dismiss them when they began to speak. Taken aback by their beguilingly extensive knowledge and enthusiasm, he pointed

them towards fellow student Frank Malina further down the hall. Malina, who had also attended Bolet's talk and come away deeply inspired, recognized his passion in Parsons and Foremen. That afternoon, as the men exchanged their ideas and theories, Something was beginning to dawn on Jack, something that had occurred to him during those early conversations with the young scientist von Braun.

In the early twentieth century, a number of mind bending ideas, from Einstein's theories of relativity to the revelations of hidden quantum worlds, had completely upended all previous understandings of outer and inner space. Concepts of reality were shifting. Rumors had begun circulating too, that space was expanding. Such discoveries had filled the pages of Jack and Ed's magazines and with

it their imaginations. But in the real world, rocketry and space exploration was a joke, the concept of space travel treated as an impossible dream for naive school children. That afternoon, talking to Frank Malina, perhaps the brightest student the Caltech had to offer, Jack realized why he and Ed had kept coming up against dead ends in their efforts to improve their technology. They were the vanguard. Those weren't dead ends. They were the hard cliff face at the edge of

human knowledge, and Melina knew it too. Melina's tutor was the famed mathematician Theodore von Carmen. After being introduced to his student's two compatriots, Recognizing their brilliance and somewhat enamored of their independent, rebellious spirit, he immediately granted his permission to use the institute's state of the art facilities. The young team named themselves the GALCIT Rocket researched the acronym standing for the Guggenheim Aeronautical Laboratory at the California Institute

of Technology. The following month, Jack and Helen were married and moved into a modest home together in Terrace Drive. Around that time, Jack struck up a friendship with the used car dealer called Robert Rapinsky whilst looking for a car one afternoon. Having grown up suspicious of other people, Parsons, the adult, emboldened by his recent acceptance into the academic fold of Caltech, was finding himself to be far more open and receptive to others, who, in turn, he noticed,

appeared to greatly enjoy his company back at Caltech. In order to sell their venture to his supervisors, Molina had to frame their experiments within the context of a workable goal.

Parsons's initial suggestion to literally shoot for the moon was dropped for the more sober endeavor of constructing a rocket capable of delivering meteorological equipment twenty five miles high into the ionosphere, though Parsons would have to learn to adopt a more measured and studious approach to his work, the team was soon back out on the Arroyo Seco, just as Ed and Jack had been as young boys, doing

what they loved best, playing with fire. With Melina's mathematical skills, Foreman's growing ability as an engineer, and Jack's mastery of chemistry, the team's knowledge was increasing at an exponential rate, and by October nineteen thirty six, they were ready to test their first engine. They had also caught the attention of two other Caltech students, Apollo Smith and Rudolph Scott, who

would assist them with their first test run. Early in the morning of Halloween nineteen thirty six, the three students of the two amateur enthusiasts made their way to was a large patch of dry river bed at the bottom of the Arroyo Seco. The team pieced together their apparatus in preparation and took a moment to pose for a photo marking the occasion before turning their attention back to

the engine. After Jack lit the fuse, the young men dived behind sandbags and waited nervously for full ignition, but as gas and liquid rushed into the supply tubes, the pressure blew out the engine's fuse. After resetting the equipment, they tried again, only for the engine to get completely flooded when the fuse blew out again. When they tried a third time, the fuse was blasted into the sky,

igniting the equipment. On its way back down, one of the tubes carrying oxygen broke free and spewed flames into the air. The men made a haste to retreat, returning minutes later once the fire had died down. The team made three more tests over the next three months, perfecting their motor at each step, until in January nineteen thirty seven, the engine roars into life, alive with a blast that

burns for forty five seconds. As their technology improved, the team, having cemented their position at the forefront of US rocket development, soon began attracting the national press. In early nineteen thirty eight, a twenty three year old Jack is called by the county prosecutor to act as an expert witness on a criminal case involving a car bombing an attempted murder of a private detective who had been investigating corruption in the LAPD.

The culprit turned out to be head of Police Intelligence LAPD, Captain Earl Kinnet. It was thanks to Parson's expert knowledge regarding the manufacture of the bomb that Kinnet and two accomplices were found guilty of their crimes. But back at Galcit, things of not been progressing so well. Despite formal recognition from Caltech and increasing interest from the national press, the rocket team, who had so far survived largely on a surprise one thousand dollar donation, were running out of money.

Despite efforts from Von Carmen to raise the interest of the American military, the establishment remained skeptical of the nascent technology's military applications. Jack watches with dismay as one by one the team are forced to abandon the project for full time employment Elsewhere. At home, Jack and Helen's relationship, which had become increasingly strained as Jack poured every last penny of their finances into his obsession, was now struggling

under Jack's increasing despondency over his future. Eventually, he too was forced to go back to working long and crippling hours amidst the fire and fumes of the Hercules powder factory. But something else was changing too. Throughout the thirties, Jack and ed had kept tabs on the development of the VPF group in Germany, but around nineteen thirty six they vanished. The Gaust Team were well aware of events in Germany and had watched with alarm as Adolf Hitler's fascist National

Socialist German Workers Party had seized power. It was common knowledge that the government there were arming heavily. Von Braun and his compatriots had been drafted in to help all across the globe. With tectonic changes in science seeming to occur on a daily basis, new ideas were spreading into the social sphere too. The Wall Street Crash, which had ushered in a period of unparalleled poverty and depression in America,

prompted many to question its economic system. Talk of communism was a regular topic at one of the many evening

gatherings the Rocket Team would share. So too, did they watch with increasing concern as the leading govern of the apparent free world grew increasingly paranoid of its own subjects freedoms, clamping down on radical ideas and social transgressions with a religious seal for the anti authoritarian Parsons, after the initial burst of excitement at establishing the Galcit team and the hyper sugar rush of cutting edge innovation by the summer of nineteen thirty eight, he looked up to find himself

in a world on the brink of war and a nation dominated by paranoia and an increasingly reactionary social conscience. It felt to him as if the world was caught in a battle of cosmic proportions. Sometime later, Parsons calls in on his friend Robert Rapinsky. While browsing through his bookshelf, he by one book in particular that seems not to

have a name on the spine. Feeling compelled to pull it from the shelf, he turns it over to reveal a strange and beguiling front cover, a hypnotic monochrome pattern printed in gold, which, after studying it for a moment, Parsons realizes is the title of the book. The font elaborately stretched out to resemble a maze, it spells conks En packs Greek for Essays in Light. Rapinsky had all but forgotten he had bought it, and is only too

happy to let his friend take it home. Inside, the author promises an introduction to a litany of sacred texts and magical practices. Jack had never heard of the author before. His name was Alister Crowley. When Jack leaves his friend's home that afternoon, carrying those magical words under his arm, his life and the world will never be the same again. If you enjoy listening to Unexplained and would like to show your appreciation, you can now help support us by

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