Thursday, October 21, 2010

Messages from the other side.

Tuesday evening I had my regularly scheduled meeting with my friend and Mentor - Arlene Duggan.
She's helping me re-tune my intuition.

While speaking with her about how things are coming along on a day to day, I had felt two male spirits in her home.  And so I made it known.

"Let's see who it is, shall we?" Arlene suggested.

I closed my eyes and tuned into the person who I could feel standing to my left.
Red flannel shirt, twiddling his thumbs.  Anxious.  I noted.

"He's from here - the land. He's the last of his family. They migrated here from England. He's portly, not round but a bigger man. "

I see that. I also goats. Two. I chuckled.
"And chickens, dogs and a small cottage."  Arlene added.

I began to imagine how lonely he must have been.
Primarily because only animals came to my mind then Arlene interrupted with "He's showing me his gun. He was a hunter, gatherer type. He lived off the land."
This pretty much confirmed the lonely part.

He began to fiddle with his cap.  I saw it as a pageboy.
"What year did you die I asked."
1941- shown to me like the credits of Star Wars.
"Why is he here?" I blurted.  "He doesn't know either, He's never been inside the house before." She chuckled.  I'm glad that like me, she has a sense of humor about this stuff.
"We - what we are up to - called him here." Arlene answered.

This was confusing. I did not know this man. I did not ask for anyone of the spirit realm in particular to join our meditation. I was just hoping for some peace of mind and perhaps some light astral travel.

"Our energy brought him here." She continued.  "We've tuned him in. He doesn't understand it either."
"Thank you for coming then."
An outsider would have thought me blind as my eyes just looked to the ceiling as I let the words fly out of my mouth.

"You're free to go. Now, the spirit in the kitchen..." Arlene didn't skip a beat.
"Is Joe Boyle."
"He's always coming to our sessions." I added.
"He said you called him here."  She answered. "How?"
"By mentioning him earlier."

I had. I spoke of the strange way he passed. The parade float accident.  So random, yet so very typical of our community.  I have this theory that Jim Thorpe and it's surrounding areas are under some ancient Indian curse of sorts because there is great surrealism to the accidental deaths that take place here.
Kids flying out of trucks landing into trees, carbon monoxide accidents in homes and cars, tractor trailers driving through peoples homes while they are eating.....I could go on, but you get the very weird and grim picture.

He acknowledged that spirit took him that day. He was getting up there in years and they didn't want him to grow old or sick and have people shake their heads when they thought about him. No, they wanted him to be remembered - to go out with a bang or a broken parade float to say the least.

Through the conversation we had with him, I felt the need to apologize verbally for my Eighth grade class.  He had done so much for us - for our school.  Mr. Boyle started our little newspaper and we bamboozled him with petty complaints of how certain kids were getting special attention.  It bothered me so much to this day because the man broke down and cried.

"That was my sissy side."  Arlene spoke for him. She said he was chuckling and definitely making light of the situation.

Silently, I prayed that he'd put in a good word for the BOOLESQUE show with the press.  Especially since his alma matter had dissed me this time around.  (When I got home I received an email from the weekender for an interview about the show! WHEW!)

When we said our goodbye's I needed to know if both of them were certainly crossed over.

"Indeed. They can come and go as they please." Arlene explained that because she works with the Christ energy no discarnates or ghosts would dare ever come into her house.  The only people that would come to us she reminded me are those who want to communicate with someone still among us or if they need help.

I supposed she politely reminded me of this because I opened up our meeting by revealing a vivid dream I had the night before.  It wasn't the dream that startled me.  It was what I heard when I immediately opened my eyes and realized I was again among the living.
"Hell is full.  That is why you have your work cut out for you here."





Sunday, October 10, 2010

Ladies & Gentlemen, This IS NOT show business.

Last night The Blue Mountain Paranormal Society gathered once again at Broney's for the public investigation fundraiser.

Bob (our fearless leader) asked me to speak after he diligently explained all of our ghost hunting gadgets.

Here's pretty much what I said:

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is not show business. Although Bob may have explained how all of the ghost gadgets and gizmo's work in comparison to exact same ones you see on the plethora of TV shows saturating the airwaves, ladies and gentlemen I can assure you that this is not show business.

And although we are blessed to be here because this is indeed a fundraiser for us to get more gadgets I can assure you ladies and gentlemen that the place were you are sitting is indeed haunted.

I walked into this building over a year ago a little doe eyed, a lot naive and I left pissed off and emotionally and physically hurt.  Which brings me to my point ladies and gentlemen.
I don't care who you believe in.  Whether you walk with Jesus or are a Buddist or you're a Neo Pagan and need to draw down the Goddess.  If at any time you feel like your person is being violated, if you feel like you're being touched and it's not by your wife or your best friend you need to call upon your higher power and protect yourself immediately.
I can attest that the energy's in this dwelling is a plenty.
I can count on two hands the amount of said spirits that we've encountered here.
Some which Bob, our fearless leader will reveal to you in just a moment on EVP recording.

I am very blessed to be a part of this group.  They have given me the opportunity to realize that the things I do see and hear certainly don't make me crazy.
The first time I walked into this building, I heard a very nasty voice scream something very horrible- to which BOB later played back for me on EVP recording from an earlier investigation.

I'm going to repeat myself ladies and gentleman - please, if you feel scared or threatened in anyway - I don't care who or what you believe in you ask St. Michael the Archangel to be with you and protect you and your group.

This place is very active.
Now I've been here on nights when it's been crazy(last night) and nights when it's silent.
I hope you all get to experience what it is you are looking for.
If you do have any questions throughout the evening - please feel free to ask me.
I will however not be able to contact your dead Aunt Mary or your Grandmother because this evening I'm not making myself available to do so.

Thank you.

Bob introduced me and wrapped my little talk up with this:
"She Freaks Me Out."

Then when I found my place with the others in our group
we heard a loud bang upstairs - like a chair being thrown.
Joanne ran to the second floor to find it empty.

Perhaps they liked my speech?

Friday, October 8, 2010

Back in the Ghost Saddle....Again.

Tonight I had the pleasure of having an intimate evening with my "goonies",
The Blue Mountain Paranormal Society.  
I rejoined my fellow investigators at the infamous Broney's Hotel in Lehighton.
Our fearless leader made a scheduling conflict. We should have been hosting a public event.  Instead it was five of us, no outsiders.

I embraced it as a huge blessing.

I had proverbial 'bones' to pick with Ms. Helen Broney - the former owner of the hotel who attached to me. Doing this in front of paying customers who have had no background or history as to what happened at this God forsaken place didn't need to be involved.

I lit a white candle and invited the group to the only area that had couches - which coincidentally - was the same venue that I also experienced a "walk in" last year.

I lead my fellow investigators through a grounding meditation.  We called upon the energy and spirits within the dwelling to join us for conversation.
It wasn't long before all of us felt colder, some of us numb and then the names came. I felt three males enter the room from the bar area.
Austin
Jimmy
Jason

Until ring ring - we were interupted by our fearless leaders wife.

Ugh. Repeat and try again.

Todd brought out the Franks Box and for some reason, I wasn't able to fully hear what everyone else was hearing.  It felt as if I was being protected in a bubble  - the only thing I could equate it to was listening to people talk while sitting under water.

Then....
Bob saw a man dressed in army gear standing next to the fireplace.
He had his back toward us. Todd saw him too.

I asked the Box if Helen was with us.  I was eager to know. Everyone, including myself heard
HI MICHELLE.

I asked if she knew she was hurting me - if she meant to physically hurt me - all of us heard
YES
not once - but twice.

I wasn't scared. I was pissed.
I was pissed that what was rumored to be a "white witch" would dare to inflict harm on someone else - a stranger - to follow me home and boil my skin.  She didn't know me.  I mean, there are some people - at this point  that (knock on wood) should I get hit by a bus in the next five minutes -  I wouldn't harm even though they were horrid disgusting demons in my life.
This bitch didn't know me.  How dare she!

Soon enough, Joann suggested that we bring out the Ovilus.  Being that she works at the GYN - I found this quite amusing. However it's a portable box that spirits can talk through - unless the battery is dying. Then the device rambles like a crazy homeless person in the Tenderloin looking for H.
I've never experienced this aparatus before but I was excited to know that what was about to happen never has before for the group - ever.

Bob put the Ovilus in my hand. The little black box immediately emulated the voice of Speak And Spell.
BOB
TORMENTOR
F U
GO PISS YOURSELF
RETARD

Wow.  Bob had been yelling some things to provoke the energy and apparently he did.
Joann got up to adjust the video camera.  The Ovilus continued:
VIDEO
TWIST (she was twisting the tripod)
LIGHTS (Tod had turned on light that was like laser security in a wall street bank)

Then we heard names  - Scott and Jimmy.  (I can attest that one of these names was there specifically for someone in the room).

The box kept talking  - a lot!
Perhaps Bob (our fearless leader) who had questions about what the device was saying (about him) decided to change the batteries.

Damn it.

Silence.

No luck for a good twenty minutes.  Until the box started talking about the Holidays and a Mercury and 15 a Highway and an accident.
Then there were ramblings of an electric fire starting outside - which - the first time I entered the building I told BOB that I'd ask the new owners to be cautious when working with the electrical workings of the hotel because I could feel a fire.

Danny remarked that there had been a fire previously.

Bob changed the setting on the Ovilus once more and the mechanism started rambling like a crackhead in withdrawl.

No more hits.  Within minutes we all remarked that the energy in the room was totally different.  It was time to go home.

It was amazing to be back. Not just at Broney's - but in the heart of the group.
I was happy to be present and in acceptance of who we are and how we walk between worlds.
We're the freaks, the geeks and the misfits. But we've got technology and belief backing us up.
The evidence we've collected in our extended investigation of Broney's Hotel is more profound than anything I've seen on the plethora of paranormal shows on TV.
We've got a great group of people who aren't performing for any audience or camera's.
They are truly curious to know the who behind the why and explain what has happened to them in their past.

I love my "goonies".  It's nice that they accept and respect the freak in me.












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Wednesday, October 6, 2010

City Speaks to me.

I spent this past weekend in New York City for business reasons
but I return to the trees with entire suitcase filled with unexpected knowledge
pertaining to Burlesque and ....ME.


The city streets were filled with people and lights of all shapes sizes and color.
I didn't know where to look first, last or next but I smiled ear to ear as my feet kept me on the ground.
I was happy to escape my reality and even happier about the cat calls directed at me.
Feeling pretty, felt good.

Seeing people that I knew/loved on the west coast - felt goooooood.

At the shows I was both inspired & disappointed.
The new comers to the scene came with full force, an energy and performance that left me screaming for more.  The more seasoned performers
(except Lux Lucroix who knocked my damn socks off) well - perhaps they think they have their craft down  solid- but honestly delivered somewhat stale or too crude acts.   One girl had her clothes of the entire time and did what people around me were confirming out loud - an entire raunchy strip club romp.
Made us want to higher our standards and demand more from our performers because indeed - our audience deserves it.

But I took away inspiration for my act a new a renewed love for myself and for good ole NYC.
Gladly I found something that I was missing since May - my mojo.
New York was just the medicine needed after moving in a tropical storm and the earthquakes that erupted in my life turning everything upside down.  I am not the drama that came down around me.

I love life.
I love laughter.
I love art and culture and my god
I LOVE SMILING and feeling beautiful.

I won't ever let anyone or anything come in the way of those things again.
I will only surround myself with people who feed my soul in a polite and positive way.

Amen.










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