Over the last weekend a huge tornado outbreak swept across the midwest.
Norman took a direct hit by at least two twisters, as well as Woodward, Oklahoma, the latter resulting in a massive level of devastation, including several fatalities and countless other injuries.
A tornado is a horrific thing, a monster that can reach down from seemingly anywhere and consume all in its path. The amount of energy drawn in and then released during one of these natural disasters is often unmeasurable, and the fact is that strange things do occur in and around these random acts of nature.
This past weekend was no exception. The story of Stanislauv Hermannsson is as terrifying as they come, and is further proof that we as inhabitants of this planet, know very little about what is and isn’t possible.
Mr. Hermannsson was found bloodied, bruised, and naked in the backyard of a Norman, Oklahoma resident, shortly after a speculated F2 class tornado cut a half-mile wide path across the city.
Martha Holloman, the resident who initially found Hermannson and called 911, had this to say:
“I had gone out to look at my roof, to check for damage. As soon as I saw him crumpled up there in the dirt, it was an awful sight, I thought to myself, my God, the twister must have sucked him up and threw him down here. He was in and out of consciousness, mumbling and what-not, he was ice-cold to the touch. I ran inside and got a blanket and my cell phone. That’s when I called the ambulance, I stayed next to him, holding his hand, poor man. He kept mumbling, but I couldn’t understand a word he said, I told the paramedics that I thought he was foreign, that he didn’t speak english. They loaded him up and took him to the hospital.”
I talked to one of the EMT’s who treated Hermannsson at the scene, and he told me that in his opinion the victim had fallen from an extremely high altitude. He went on to say that Hermannsson had the type of injuries found on suicide jumpers.
“He had multiple fractures in places that made us think he had dropped out of the sky, not injuries from being thrown about, like most tornado victims.”
The paramedic also described the body-shaped indentation in the earth where Hermannson lay as, “The most disturbing thing I’ve seen in my twelve years of doing this job, I mean, the impact crater was at least six inches deep, I can’t imagine the height he must have fallen from.”
Stanislauv Hermannsson died on the operating table around 6pm on Friday, April 13, 2012. There were rumors about a tornado related death in Norman, but nothing ever made headlines. At the hospital, when I inquired about the body, a young orderly who didn’t want to be identified, explained that men in expensive suits had shown up with a warrant to examine the body. They spent twenty minutes with the corpse, before asking to speak to the person in charge. According to the orderly, he heard a heated argument between the chief medical examiner and two of the men, from outside the morgue.
Shortly afterwards, the men gathered their equipment and left, but not before providing the medical examiner with a positive identification of the body. The orderly had confirmed that the victim’s name was Stanislauv Gregor Hermannsson, a native of Keflavic, Iceland. They signed a release form for the body, and made arrangements for it to be prepared for transportation. The very next morning an unmarked van arrived and took the body away. Those employees who’d had any contact were given strict instruction not to discuss the event, as it was a potential liability issue for everyone involved. “All of us were threatened with termination and legal action if we talked,” The orderly told me.
I put in a call to Keflavic, Iceland, a small town outside of the capital. I used an old trick known only to few, but seasoned detectives. If you want to find out real information, you don’t call public officials or local authorities, these are almost always dead-ends. No, I placed a call to Keflavic’s local librarian, a nice lady who thankfully spoke english, and I inquired about a Mr. Stanislauv Gregor Hermannsson.
Stanislauv Hermannsson, a thirty-two year old male, had been declared dead more than six months earlier, presumably drowned. It seems he was with friends and relatives at Deildartunguher Lake, a geo-thermal waterway near the town of Reykholtsdalur. This warm spring is made up of glacier water which is heated by volcanic vents far below the Earth’s crust. Although the water is relatively shallow in most parts, witnesses saw Hermannsson dive into the pool, and simply never came back up. Many of them dove in afterwards, as deep as they could and still there was no sign of him. A body was never recovered, and cause of death was cited as accidental drowning. He left behind a younger sister, who was there at the spring when he went missing, as well as two older brothers.
The librarian was able to fax me a news article, as well as an obituary detailing the entire tragedy. She also gave me the number to Hermannsson’s sister, Anetta Jonessford, who lived locally.
Anetta Jonessford’s english wasn’t as good as the librarians, but good enough, and it didn’t take me long to realize that something terrible had happened when her brother dove into that water. I told her, as I told the librarian, that I was doing research on swimmers who had vanished under strange circumstances. She didn’t question my motives, and I didn’t push the limits, I just listened. Anetta was watching as her brother dove in and broke the surface, headfirst into the spring, she claimed to instantly know something was wrong. In her own words,
“The way his body was blacked out just under the surface, is not like normal, when someone is swimming underwater, but you can still see their silhouette. It’s like he dissolved as he went in, I tell this to everyone, but no one believes me. I want to jump in after him, to help, but I was frightened, others too. I expected them to never surface like Stanislauv, but it was just him, he was gone, it was unnatural, what happened to him, he didn’t die of the drowning. My brother is not in that water, the police drag the whole bottom, and send down divers, he is gone, I know this, no matter what they tell me.”
We talked a while longer about the history of the Deildartunguher Lake, how since they were kids the family had visited, and swam in the heated pools. In the end, I gave her my regards for her loss, thanked her for the time, and hung up. She was right about one thing, something very unnatural did happen to her brother.
We know of accounts of missing time, of objects showing up out of nowhere which seemingly don’t belong. We know of items that vanish in one area of the house, only to appear years later in the same place. What conditions have to be in order for these phenomena to take place. In one instance, the Philadelphia Experiment, the United States Navy was said to have used extreme electromagnetic fields, in an attempt to cloak an entire ship in some kind of invisibility shield. Whether invisible or not, there are reports that the ship did vanish for a brief period of time, and went somewhere dark, dark enough to drive the entire crew to the brinks of insanity. One might start to wonder about the potential for geomagnetic and electromagnetic energy in the volcanic depths of a lava-heated lake, or inside the vortex of an F2 tornado, enough perhaps to cause a tear in the fabric of time and space?
Here is what we do know: A man from Iceland mysteriously vanishes, and presumably drowns in a geo-thermal lake in reportedly shallow water. His body is never recovered. Six months later that same man drops out of the sky, naked in the middle of a tornado, halfway around the world in Oklahoma, and he is still alive, at least for a brief period of time, time enough to interact with several people. I took the photo that the librarian emailed to me and verified with Martha Holloman, and the orderly from the morgue, both made a positive identification. But, where was Hermannsson for the six months before he landed in Oklahoma? Was he anywhere at all? If only he had lived to tell his tale, might he have only thought himself missing for minutes, or even seconds? What about the strange men who visited the hospital, who identified Hermannsson on the spot, who spent time alone with his body, who obviously were able to produce credentials which trumped those in charge, who were they? The fabled Men in Black, perhaps? Or were they something else, up to something far more sinister. Whatever their role, they were obviously familiar with these events, events where doorways are opened up from one end of time to another? And what of the body itself? Where was it taken? Was it destroyed? The more you look into this case, the deeper the mystery grows. Further down the rabbit hole.
I am reminded of a line from the great Shakespeare, ”There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”