As a kid, the supernatural captured my imagination like a fox captures a vole under the high north snows.
I would dig deeper and continually absorb anything and everything paranormal. Still, it was only a morsel.
I was acquainted with every episode of Unsolved Mysteries – the one with Robert Stack – and In Search Of … and once the X-Files aired on Fox, it was game over.
Fate Magazine shared shelf space with my hockey annuals and I was desperately in search of Time Life Books’ Mysteries of the Unknown series.
Nostradamus. Edgar Cayce. Ed and Lorraine Warren. Loren Coleman. Whitley Strieber. I read them all and what they spoke of fascinated me. Fiction or non-fiction didn’t matter. Perhaps my hunger for the cultural touchstones they spoke of led me on my university path to archaeology.
When I entered university, I hit up the World’s Biggest Book Store (now an empty lot) and haul in as much as I could. John Robert Colombo and so much more. Books on the Moa, various cultural beliefs of demons and angelology. I think I picked up a copy of the Book of Enoch too.
High school classmates, and even friends in university, probably thought I was a little nutty. And yes, I got carried away sometimes. But as a person who loved to write, and lives in my imagination, there was no better fodder than the supernatural, paranormal, Fortean or downright bizarre.
Perhaps it stems from a strange experience I had when I was a toddler. I’ve been looking for answers ever since. I’ve also had many dreams where I was helping people who were being haunted.
Those dreams – or nightmares in some cases – would be written down upon awakening and become the foundation for many fiction pieces. I wish I’d actually followed through with them, but let’s not lament that.
After graduating from university with an Honours B.A., then 13 years’ worth of journalism and acquiescence that my interest in the paranormal was more for shits and giggles – I am after all a horror movie fan – I’ve grown to have an agnostic approach to life. Sometimes I lean towards atheism, other days the pendulum swings to the believer.
Now, for a brief moment in time, I was involved with a ghost investigation group, and unfortunately, I blew that opportunity up a la Bridge Over River Kwai. A small conflict with a person who had more time and devotion to cryptozoology was on my humanoid butt. I was in my 20s, so I blame that angry young man phase. Still, it taught me something, there are some pretty extreme people out there, and I was more interested in pursuing my career in journalism at the time.
Journalism has fulfilled my love social anthropology. Pop culture is what I’ve most enjoyed writing about as a columnist. Ergo this venture. I’m combining the story-gathering qualities of a journalist, with a little bit of science and a little bit of anthropology to bring Canadians a snapshot of their supernatural culture.
I’d like to thank Colombo for that story-gathering quality. Often times, people just want to be heard – and reassured they’re not losing their grip on reality when experiencing any of the topics we’ll report on The Superstitious Times.
I give credence to knowledge gaps we have in our world. We still have a long way to go. And greed tends to keep us using fossil fuels. Now, I don’t like conspiracies, as they have blown up into golems of misinformation. I believe there are some fascinating things out there that need a thorough examination. And by thorough, I mean Maud Lebowski’s doctor, thorough.
You can expect pop culture references in my editorials, those and frankness, and some sort of tether to the social sciences.
The Superstitious Times says it all. It’s driven by our beliefs, our culture and our need to share stories. There is a hint of skepticism -- we need that to keep ourselves balanced. There is also that need to stimulate our imaginations. To scare ourselves. We'll also do reviews of media as well.
On that note, if you want to learn why we like to scare ourselves, watch Tal Zimerman’s Why Horror?
I hope you enjoy that documentary, I know I did, and I hope you enjoy this site.
Who we are
Brian Baker may be the sturgeon to the lake monster myth, but there couldn't be an Ogopogo without witnesses. Here are some of those witnesses helping to perpetuate that Okanagan Valley tulpa.
Founder and Publisher
A veteran journalist and intrepid columnist, Baker is looking to report on the supernatural in Canada.
A man of many hats, but mostly a lover of all things journalism. Hoddinott hails from the Rock.
This man knows a few things about lighting, technique and has a great flare with the camera.
If you have a Canadian tale of the supernatural and would like to share your story, contact us at thesuperstitioustime [at] gmail [dot] com.