Monday, September 26, 2011

When the worlds ends....

I'll have known that today was the best day of my life
because I made it so.

And because I allowed the gifts from the universe to keep coming in :)

I'll see all my friends and such on the ether.

Thanks for showing up :)  It's been real.

Peace out.



Wednesday, September 21, 2011

October Seance at Broney's Hotel

I’d like to invite you on an intimate & personal journey in my mediumship.

Bob agreed to meet me but I had to pass a test. 
I had to meet him at Broney’s Hotel.

Bob didn’t believe in “my kind.”  He’s a “science guy.”
 I wasn’t sure what “my kind” was.  But I needed to find out.

Walking around Broney’s Hotel, the very first time, I heard many voices.
“Get the Fuck Out!” An angry male voice declared in the basement.
“She’s going to tell all of our secrets.” A woman whispered on the third floor.

I shared with Bob what I was hearing.  He chuckled. 
When we finished the tour he admitted what I said Blue Mountain Paranormal Society had previously recorded during an investigation.

Thus, Broney’s Hotel has been an integral understanding of my mediumship.
This building has so many layers of history and a handful of entities that have taught me: anything is possible

A woman named “Helen” attached herself to me without my knowledge.
I became very ill.  Shortly after Blue Mountain Paranormal Society learned a previous owner of Broney’s Hotel was named Helen. A few people have come forward to say that Helen was a White Witch with an extensive paranormal book collection and a reputation for ritual & table tapping.

Last October a handful of BMPS members & I held an unscheduled séance in the pottery room of Broney’s Hotel. Not only did this experience acquire the most incredible evidence caught in a short period of time but also more than one member of our group saw manifestation of a military man with his back to us.
During the séance, I asked “Helen” if it was her intention to hurt me with the wounds I endured. At that time a woman's laugh is recorded on our audio files.

Earlier this month, Blue Mountain Paranormal Society was asked to be at Broney’s Hotel for a taping of Ghost Detectives. 
We were interviewed about our experiences. We took photos. 
Looking closer of a picture taken of Bob Schaeffer & I you can make out a woman’s hand holding a pendulum over my head.   More than ten people have said that’s what they see when I show them the photo. This shot was taken the first week of September.
Only this past week, I noticed the hand.  I was - am - overwhelmed with emotion.


If you to want to participate and witness what happens next, I invite you to join me as I attempt to further communicate with “Helen” & the other residents of Broney’s Hotel.

I’m very serious about my learning experience and my mediumship.
Since joining Blue Mountain Paranormal Society my life has become nothing less than a paranormal adventure. 
If you follow My Paranormal Blog it’s definitely nothing less than exciting!
More importantly, I am excited to bare witness to what takes place NEXT.
Broney’s and I have a deep history already. 
Now, seeing what I have seen and living what I have been through
I understand how to walk between worlds a little more clearly now. 

This October, at Broney’s Hotel I can’t wait to know even more.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

My 1st Semi - Possession Case.

   * Names & places changed to protect the innocent*

After receiving the 911 call about a couple being severely tormented by things in the unseen in Amishyville PA, I knew I had to stand firmly both in my faith and on the ground as to not be scared or give whatever I was going to encounter any power over me or the situation.  It seemed dire.

Flashes of bees overcame me as I was prepared for the event.
Two days and a three hour drive later, several bees nests were the first thing I noticed pulling in the drive.

The major complaint of the tenants: the gentleman was being "taken over" by spirit or worse.  The female living there was hurt by things neither of them couldn't see. Heavy bruises and lots of scratches were photographed on the woman moments after we met.

Screaming, profanities and loud banging erupted from the attic. The gentleman retreated to the attic when he saw our car pull in the drive. (We'll call him BRIAN)
Our arrival set off a tirade that led to BMPS & the family members more than concerned.  In the next five minutes of our arrival, we witnessed Brian hijack the family van then pull it out into oncoming traffic with the trunk open. He almost caused a major collision as he drove at hyper speed from the residence into a stream of cars traveling in both directions.

While he was "missing" I chose to walk through the house and get my impression.  BMPS member Danny and I made our way through the house. I threw holy water. We both heard growling as we climbed the stairs. Please note: There was no one in the home. There were no pets.

When I reached the master bedroom where most of the negative activity was occurring, I heard children laughing. This is where the woman, "HOLLY" was frequently attacked.
The mother "BONNIE" offered: "The catholic priest who was called out here and came out here." wouldn't return their phone calls.
She also said that a woman singing loudly along with the smell of fresh baked cookies happened one recent afternoon.

Continuing our walk through, Danny felt as if he was "pricked with needles". I lifted his shirt to confirm the red marks. I reminded him politely to protect himself.

Danny and I returned downstairs to join the others. I had more questions.
     The activity picked up when the couple moved in. Both were scratched or hurt by unseen forces.  "Everyone gets headaches in the house. Friends, family, people visiting for the first time".  Explained the man's mother. Members of BMPS were no exceptions.

It was important for me to be firm and really let the people we were working with know that if they didn't take control of this situation that no matter where they went, no matter what happened in their lives; it wouldn't stop.  I assured them that they had the power to change
the entire situation if they shifted the focus away from fear, sadness and chaos.

Easier said then done.

I asked the family if they wanted to leave in an effort to find Brian while my team and I started to cleanse the home. However, if he truly had an attachment or was being taken over I wanted to assess the situation for myself. Being that they said no to the search, I asked if they would stay outside on the porch and sit in prayer to aid our work within the home.  I explained to them further that things were going to get "loud." I asked for their uninteruppted patience because I had no time frame to offer them at this point.  The situation was pretty severe.
There were layers upon layers to this onion. I could see more than one entity on the property. In addition there was more than one issue going on with the living there too. But in BMPS real time, shit was about to get even more nuts.

I had Allison & Todd assist me in the smudge/blessing/cleanse while Danny stayed outside in case Brian returned. Room by room the three of us went slowly to not miss an inch with the salt, water and sage.

I heard a man crying loud.  I repeated it over and over.  You need to go now.
When I reached the master bedroom for the second time, I found Holly's crucifix smashed on the floor. I remember her saying she lost it and every time she does, she gets hurt.  Note: it was not there when Danny and I did our initial walk through.

Fast Forward to the basement. I laid salt and sage in the center of the circle we made. I asked my coghosters to pray with me. A man stood next to me and said he wasn't going. Said he'd go when he wanted to. I told him that he that he had to get the F out and if he didn't I would call for "back up".
"Sir, You need to get out of here. Its time for you to go!"

My team members and I prayed. I called upon St. Michael. My body began to sway front to back as if a strong wind was pushing me and I was a living pendulum. Sweat poured from my head. I started yelling.  The door to the other side wouldn't open.
My team members noticed that my body was in full motion now.  Allison also noted the uncomfortable physical changes in her body.

"I need help! St. Michael the Archangel please assist me here today like you have before. Please, please, please open the door and get Buck out of here. We are here to do your work. We are your servants in your army and I am sweating."

The energies face that was shown to me started changing. Many different faces flashed quickly before me. WEIRD! So I responded by get really loud.
"St. Michael the Archangel I need help. I need to get this man out of here today!
You have to go Buck!

My body rocked back and forth, front and back. I felt light. I was becoming frustrated because I couldn't see the light the way I used to. Frustration set in. I wanted for this to be over.
If you could have seen the bruise on Holly's face - you'd want it to be over too. I concentrated harder.

I saw the children run around our circle.  "A boy and A girl, I don't recognize their dress.
"Ok let's concentrate you guys.  Take a deep breath. See the light of the universe seeping through every floorboard and piece of wood in the house."

I rocked back and forth like a pendulum even more now. "Guys I'm being pushed."
I grabbed Todd and Alison for balance having almost fell.  At that same moment loud banging and footsteps erupted from the living room above us.  I opened my eyes. "What's happening?"

"We gotta get outta here." I said when I realized Brian was home and that's why the door wouldn't open.
The three of us left the basement. Brian's mother met us at the top of the stairs. "Brian's home."
She escorted me to his room on the third floor where he was.
"Brian, can we talk to you a minute?"  His mother knocked on the door. I positioned myself at the top of the stairs (just in case I had to run down them).
"NO." Brian growled. (LITERALLY)
"Brian, they cleansed the house. You wanted them to come last night." His mom continued.
"Get the fuck away from me!" He screamed after laughing like a mad man.
"Hey Brian?" I interjected.
"Fuck you!" He responded.
"Ah ok! Fuck you too dude. Nice to meet ya! Hey I just wanted to come and say we drove three hours and to meet you." Silence. "Brian, do you feel like you are being hurt?
"Brian"...his mom called.
"Brian, this happened to me too. I can help you through this. I know what it's like to look in the mirror and not recognize your face."
I needed a response. "Is it Brian or am I talking to Buck?"  More silence. "Ok m gonna go downstairs and sit on the porch for a couple minutes. I think it's important we shake hands today. I don't want you to get hurt or hurt anybody else. I want you to live a safe normal life man."
The sound of heavy furniture being drug across the room.  BOOM!  He barricaded the door.
I turned to my team members. "OK run".  We ran down the stairs as fast as we could and caught our breath outside.
I needed to scream. I called Todd for a walk.
When we got back to the porch there was even more company.
People kept stopping by to say what they experienced themselves in the home.
This was out of control.
The living needed control. This investigation was turning into a party.
There were so many people to mingle with on both sides!


Monday, September 12, 2011

There is always a first

Today was the first day Blue Mountain Paranormal Society
(& I) took a case on behalf of another Paranormal team.

It was the first time I would perform a cleansing with two particular members of the group.
It was the first time we drove 2.5 hours to assist and assess the "situation".
It was the first time we dealt with anything in Amish/Menonite country.

It was the first time we were dealing with words like "he's been taken over" and
"the priest was thrown down the stairs".

It was also the first time that I wasn't scared that I was ready "for battle" if you will. Ever since I hung up the phone with the young woman residing on the said disturbed property,
I prepared to see the worst.

I hate being right.

I don't want to blog about the details.  There are over four hours of them.  Most of which I'm still processing on a personal level.

I don't want to use words where words are actually failing me.

I will say however that if and when I am ready to share this experience.....for those of you who know me, who have been following the paranormal blog and the adventures of my paranormal life....
this ...was... definitely... a... first.

I would like to take a moment to personally thank Danny, Todd & Allison of BMPS for being my support team, for being of service to the family yesterday (and to the universe) and for letting me take a shot a whisky with pickle juice without judgement.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Shhh! The Dark Lord is on the phone.


  [lis-uhn]  Show IPA
verb (used without object)

to give attention with the ear; attend closely for the purposeof hearing; give ear.
to pay attention; heed; obey (often followed by to ):Children don't always listen to their parents.
to wait attentively for a sound (usually followed by for ): tolisten for sounds of their return.
Informal to convey a particular impression to the hearer;sound: The new recording doesn't listen as well as the old one.

Listening with INTENTION.  
Intending to hear with one's ears the message in between, above and beyond the lines. 
Looking past lips. 
Servicing beyond words. 
Empathizing without the need to have an immediate answer or an answer at all.
Speaking with care as to care itself and to not cut someone off. 
Not cutting someone off.

Listening to your body.

Listening to the environment around you.

Are you aware? Can you purposely hear? 

I'm finding it harder to relate somedays. Truly I am.

But not today. Today I was mindful in listening.  

Phone call after phone call of state of emergencies started around 9:15 last night. No matter how attentive I was to my work - the universe just wanted me to stop what I was doing and LISTEN.

Each time I was called the situation was so unique yet so very dire. 
There is a significant and heavy sense of urgency to everyone's issues at this time. 
Unseen things are coming to a head. 
Fear is rampant with lights on.
Loneliness is like a plague. 


Is it because we are nearing a major tragic anniversary?  So many people care to share their experience of what happened to them that day. 
Could this unstable social phenomenon have come with the relentless rain? The flooding, swelling of emotion that needs to outpour from within us?
Does it resonate with the full moon on the horizon? Is this meltdown a combination? 

Is it a cinematic fluke?  

Perhaps it is a an astrological link to Pluto who urges one to look beneath the surface to get to the core of what truly holds meaning for oneself. 
Pluto represents the Dark Mother, Kali, Hecate, Underworld God/Goddess, the principle of death and rebirth -- which always takes you outside of your comfort zone, and doesn't allow a lot of wiggle room for fudging it. 
As of now there is a Jupiter-Pluto trine. Which suggests that there is support available for deep transformation but that doesn't mean it necessarily feels safe or easy. 

Plutonian energy is currently ramping up as the Dark Lord is "stationing" -- appearing to slow down to a standstill before turning Retrograde, Sept. 16. Generally speaking, this is not a feel-good kind of transit.  
Pluto puts you in touch w/ the deepest, darkest parts of yourself; the "shadow" -- the parts you don't want to look at and have therefore banished to the basement of the subconscious. As Pluto stations, what's been hidden rises to the surface, calling for acknowledgement and healing. (Emily Trinkus - VirgoMagic)

I empathize with all of the pain that I witnessed today. 
My words didn't matter. It was the act, the thick of the moment closed mouth and open lobes. 

Listening is a service. Not only to others but to ourselves. When we stop to have a true collaboration with our bodies we become the CEO of our own health.   
Listening is prayer. 
Listen to your children, the ones you love and most importantly - the ones you don't love.
When we actively dismiss others we are not honoring our own learning process.
Listening without judgement.
Intentionally listening to the silence buried beneath all of our anxiety, our monkey mind stuff is maybe even a prozac prescription.

Learn to listen. Then RELEARN to listen. 
Listening to a stranger tell you a story about their past or their day doesn't make you or them weird - it makes you connected. Recognizing that when you listen, when people listen - creative waters flow.

Whether the Dark Lord (Pluto), The full Moon or your battle with 3am loneliness has you writhing make a note to try intentionally listening to someone else's stuff. 
Dial your phone. (STOP TEXTING) Make a connection. 
Be mindful of your own words. 
But most importantly:

I want to give gratitude for my "listening" experience today and to the one I'm having right at this precise moment. In my state of listening I received a box full of mix tapes from a far away friend.  
He must have listened when I said I loved making & getting mixed tapes; that like music videos it's a lost art I'm desperately & romantically clinging on to.  This is my medicine & my lesson today.  I get it.  


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