Investigating Our Own Home, or “I never believed in orbs before, but…”

5 Aug
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Photo #4 – “Orb Chain” Anomaly

Light in the Dark Paranormal recently investigated the home of two of its members. While this is not recommended, the two resident ghost-hunters already knew of the existence of ghosts in their house, and felt it was about time to formally introduce themselves.

Photo #1- no orbs; flash off

Photo #1-small orb (not camera flash reflection); flashlight off

The above image was taken as a still photo during a sweep of the second floor loft while conducting a flashlight communication session (the flash can be seen on the island in the middle). The team had succeeded in getting whoever was there to turn the flashlight on and off in response to their questions (we have an unedited video of this session on YouTube).

At the same time, one team member was conducting an EVP session with her digital recorder, with the recording revealing an unexplained knocking sound. This sound + the flashlight activating itself + the above photo taken all at the same time demonstrate what we feel to be from a single paranormal event.  It was recorded by three different investigators using three types of recording media (video, audio recorder and a still camera) all starting and stopping on the same timeline.

Photo #2- no orbs; flash on

Photo #2- small orb; flash on

The large photo above reveals a an anomaly appearing in the right center of the image, and seems to be emanating from behind the stove in the kitchen area. You can click on this photo to obtain a separate larger image (we suggest blowing it up to maximum size to see the detail of the phenomenon). Upon closer examination, note what appears to be a series of interlocking orbs! They seem to be contained within a tube or conduit of some sort, whose source seems to be from just behind the oven door, and whose other end tapers off into a dissolve. If this were a hair or other piece of debris on the camera lens, it would be in front of and covering the background, not coming from it, and the end of it would be definite, not fading away.

Photo #3- orbs visible; flash off

Photo #3- orbs; flash off

This anomaly was not present in the photo taken seconds before it, nor in any taken seconds after (each photo is numbered in the order taken). Also note the presence of the more traditional “orbs” of the type observed by many investigators over the years. These began to appear in the prior and subsequent photos, but then they too disappeared.

One of the advantages of investigating your own home is that you get to go back and validate what you might have documented earlier. In this case, we took the same series of photos the next day at exactly the same time during similar outside weather. No phenomenon whatsoever was present (one of the disadvantages of investigating your own home is that you have to go to sleep there after your investigation, regardless of what you may have riled up).

Photo #5 - orbs; flash on

Photo #5 – orbs; flash off

We discussed our investigation the following Sunday with Rob Henry and Jason Olivo, hosts of Living Paranormal on the web. To listen to the entire show, which includes some amazing EVP’s recorded in previous investigations at other locations, click here to hear an archived version.

Photo #6 - orb; flash on

Photo #6 – small orb; flash on

Also tuned into the show that night was acclaimed psychic medium Reverend Robyne Marie. Using her technique of photo scrying, where Robyne claims that she can actually see live spirits present in a photo, she said the following about ours as she studied it during the show:

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Photo #7-orbs gone; flash on


We have physical bodies walking through here . . . remote viewing.

I saw the main character and all the other bodies with them. This is their heaven. So many of them together . . . we have doppelgangers! They mimic you. 

 

 

Paul Hill is the co-founder of Light in the Dark Paranormal,
and he has a brand new ebook: 
LANES END
A Journey Into the Paranormal 

Its now available! Read excerpts from the book

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Home is where the heart…what was that!?

14 Jun

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On Sunday evening, June 14th, Light in the Dark Paranormal will again be guests on Living Paranormal, from 7 to 9 pm, MDT (9 to 11 Eastern). Along with co-hosts Jason and Rob , we’ll be talking about the investigation of our own home, which isn’t always the recommended thing to do!

We’ll reveal some startling evidence that you can access from the show’s website.

Hope you can join us streaming live at http://www.livingparanormal.com/live . If you can’t, you can view an archived version of the show anytime from their website, http://www.livingparanormal.com .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Better Ghosts and Gardens

7 May
Living Paranormal Show-May 10th, 9 pm EDT

Living Paranormal Show-May 10th, 9 pm EDT

UPDATE: We already did the show live, and it was great! But you can still hear it as a past show by going to the Living Paranormal website, or get the podcast from I-Tunes…

On Sunday evening, May 10th, my wife and I are going to be on Living Paranormal! The title of this episode is Better Ghosts and Gardens, where we will discuss stigmatized and haunted real estate for sale with co-hosts Jason and Rob.

The time is 9 pm to 11 pm EDT, and the link to their live show is http://www.LivingParanormal.com/live . Its a live streaming Internet broadcast–you can just listen or join in the discussion with questions and comments via their chat room. If you can’t make it for the live show, drop by their website anytime thereafter and look it up as a past show– http://www.LivingParanormal.com .

We’ll be talking about the Cripple Creek Piotrowski house of Ghost Adventures fame, the Jon Benet Ramsey home, and the haunted old Logan County Hospital. This will be a fun couple of hours! We hope you can make it.

Haunted Hospital For Sale!

12 Apr
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Old Logan County Hospital

If you had to go to the hospital, would you come to this one? It was state-of-the-art back in the 1920’s in Sterling in northeast Colorado.  It was built to accommodate victims of the flu epidemic that ravaged the entire country at that time. The county morgue was located in the basement level.
Today it sits abandoned, with some of the only “living” things being the dandelions that are popping up in the Spring. Of course there are “things” there that are no longer among the living, like a little boy who will tug on the sleeves of those brave enough to walk its hallways at night. Then there are the old rotary style telephones still sitting on unoccupied desks, ringing for someone to pick-up even though they are connected to nothing. Maybe someone is trying to call the old man that visitors claim to see standing at the base of the front steps.

If you’ve ever wanted to buy a haunted property, this one can be yours for only $80,000, ghosts included. Click on the Contact Us link (above, right) for more information from the broker. CLICK HERE for property specifications.

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for Paul Hill’s just-as-scary fictional ghosts!

His brand new ebook LANES END is now available.
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A Good Scary Story

1 Apr

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Part One 
of Paul Hill’s
new supernatural 
mystery-thriller
LANES END is complete!

To get an ebook copy, make the donation of your choice to our investigative group by clicking below:
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Below is a short intro and some excerpts from the chapters. Enjoy…

 

Lanes End
Part One Summary

          After over-the-road truck driver Odessa Kearney is blatantly kidnapped from the shoulder of Interstate 40 in New Mexico, she and her abductor are doggedly pursued by FBI agent Sam Buscella, the crusty investigator who is defied time and again by the apparent supernatural power of her captor.

          Of course Sam doesn’t believe in such things, and remains determined to find this taken woman who had been so earnestly seeking a new life. Odessa may now have to pay a heavy price for release from her old one. Her path is destined to be changed by murder and an unimaginable form of corporate espionage played out in the shadowy realm of the paranormal.

Excerpts

Chapter 1

          A few seconds of mutual staring ensued. A chill ran down Odessa’s back. Not wishing to confront this disturbing image further, she climbed behind the wheel, cranked up the Detroit Diesel power plant, slipped it into first gear with a crunch, and hurriedly pulled out. When she glanced back at the building, the apparition was gone. What remained was a feeling of dread, and a vivid memory of someone who scared her far more than the Sisters of Fear ever could.

Chapter 2

          But Odessa knew those were uncertain days not only for her but for many. America was still in the grip of the Great Recession–a period of dumbing down, down sizing, and not knowing if down was up. Still, even though she had a steady paycheck, she was holding on to a marriage that should have crumbled from its own weight long ago; to an occupation that represented containment at the same time it was liberating; to a culture that left her more alienated than the alienation she rebelled against as a teenager, and to a sense of age that though more chronological than real, was nonetheless a nag of a worry. She yearned for the good life she thought she should have earned by now.

Chapter 3

            Odessa hesitated. “Do you want me to ID the body or something?”
“Not quite. Just part of it.” Sam carefully put his notebook and pen in his vest pocket, donned a latex glove, and gingerly opened the car door. He partially lifted the sheet off the deceased driver, exposing both hands. “Are these the fingers you saw?”
           Odessa had never seen a corpse positioned exactly as it was at the time of death. Her knees went weak, but she focused on what she was asked to do, quickly realizing those lifeless white fingers were long and lanky, like she played the piano. Definitely not home to the elfin-like appendage she remembered.

Chapter 4

          If I scream right now, who’s going to come and help me?
The unwitting confederate of the daring escape attempt broke formation to go to her car. Time to scream now! Just as Odessa inhaled to let out the best piercing vocalization she ever sang, Zacharias came up behind her and covered her mouth. He spoke to her softly. “Shh, Odessa. You’ll give people the wrong impression…”

Chapter 5

Odessa listened intently as Zacharias spoke like a scholar. “They are there, my good woman, even if you can’t see them. They are still hiding…they did not disappear because they ran out of the energy to live…they ran out of the energy to die.”

Chapter 5

          As a street-wise investigator, Sam knew there were some leaps of faith in this paper analysis; some penciled-in arrows and footnotes, some filling in of the blanks, some erasures, some tenuous connections and shaky estimates. But there were no holes in his logic big enough to stop him from creating a working theory that had yet to be disproved. That’s how Sam worked: using the age-old inductive method of putting the available pieces of the puzzle on the table and seeing which ones fit together. He didn’t need the finished picture in order to proceed, and he usually turned out to be right.

Chapter 6

          Instead she saw something that was about to make her situation far worse…something that would have terrified even the most skeptical unbeliever…It’s vacant eyes insidiously returned her gaze as if to challenge Odessa’s right to exist.

Chapter 7

          As the state trooper peered into the darkness beyond the profile of the truck, no one came forward. Backing away from the rig to get a clearer view of the entire scene, he detected no new sound other than his own footsteps. The solitary, plaintive figure was silhouetted against the background of the lifeless vehicle. He saw and heard nothing, but began to feel the uncertainty of what was about to unfold. He was alone; the only authority to deal with events that were about to evolve beyond his control.

Chapter 8

          The park ranger raised his injured right arm. “There is one more thing, Agent.” Sam paused in the doorway and looked back…”I’m not a religious man, but I’m wondering if that thing could have been from somewhere else. Ya know, maybe it wasn’t a bird. Like maybe it was the devil or something. That angel of death came from the sky. It sure wasn’t natural.”

Chapter 9

          “Ya see, the one I had this mornin’ was different. The truck keeps comin’ closer and closer. What happens when he catches me? Ya know, maybe the dreams are about something that hasn’t even happened yet!”

Chapter 10

          Dr. Zarkovian plopped down at the table…”I believe ve just witnessed our patient’s reaction to recalling an extremely traumatic event. Ve were on the very edge of him recognizing the driver of that truck, and it was just too much for his subconscious to handle. This vill not be an easy case, Dr. Mahoney.”

Chapter 10

          Unlike the period after WWII, David wondered if during the post Viet Nam era there was any relationship between men coming home from war and women re-asserting themselves. He thought about that rare time between the end of armed conflict and the beginning of free love. As he leaned back in his executive leather chair to indulge this and other memories of a younger life, he recalled the heated discussions he had with his father about the war, about women’s liberation, about sex, about drugs, and about rock n’ roll. He remembered when there was a song for everything, one that would pop up like a spontaneous soundtrack to accompany any unrecorded moment. He remembered being happier.

 

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Vision of a Massacre

26 Nov

Outside, among the hills.  There, down in the valleys.  Up in our standing brothers, the trees.  Sometimes horrible events are recorded onto the landscape of where they occurred.  One can sense the story they tell us from years or centuries before.  Places like the mining settlement of Ludlow, Colorado; the battlegrounds of Gettysburg, the dry-then-frozen hills of Wounded Knee, the camps hidden in Nazi-occupied Poland, (including Auschwitz); the villages lost in France, the beaches of Okinawa in Japan, the equatorial highlands of Rwanda, the tropical killing fields of Cambodia, or even Donner Pass in the mountains of Utah–all have born witness and speak to us still.  The ghosts that inhabit these places and others like them still vibrate with the evils committed there…the outcome of battles, mass executions, genocides, murders, massacres and exterminations–violent death on a massive scale producing hauntings in equal parts.

forsaleThey are a permanent part of the past still growing with newly-tainted places like those being spawned in the deserts of Iraq and Syria.

One part of this dark past is the site of the Sand Creek Massacre.  Its a relatively flat piece of the high arid desert of southeast Colorado in the American outback.

November 29th is the 150th Anniversary of that event.  In 1864, the territorial Governor and his minions sought to eliminate the “threat” of Arapahoe and Cheyenne native Americans living on the these dry plains.  Using propaganda techniques practiced by some of today’s religious extremists, they planned and succeeded in exterminating these tribes from those lands not just to insure the “safety” of their own settlers, but to do it in the name of their religion.

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Damn any man who sympathizes with Indians! … I have come to kill Indians, and believe it is right and honorable to use any means under God’s heaven to kill Indians. … Kill and scalp all, big and little; nits make lice.

Col. John Milton Chivington  [quote from Dee Brown,”War Comes to the Cheyenne”-Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee]
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Colonel Chivington was also a leading minister of his church.  Invoking the name of God, he and his troops were directly responsible for the massacre that killed and mutilated almost 200 Indians, about two-thirds of whom were women and children.  We don’t need to detail the atrocities here, as they are well-documented elsewhere.  They were some of the worst ever recorded in the annals of human history.

The perpetrators of crimes against humanity often justify their actions in terms of their spiritual superiority, but their real motivation may simply be to steal land and acquire political and economic power.

Almost a century and a half later a woman named Karen visited this place, but not to conquer, impose her religion, or steal land.  There was no one left to kill, enslave, or take from, as the original inhabitants were long gone, at least in the mortal sense.  Instead she came to pay her respects to what she knew about the tragedy that happened there.  Karen was not your typical visitor.  She is clairvoyant–a “seer” of the past and present.  She is one of those fortunate souls who can see what most others cannot, including the ghosts of the dead, the spirits of departed loved ones, and replays of events that have long since played.

She felt drawn to the site, and walked out onto the battlefield about 100 yards from the viewing area.  This was before the site managers put up a fence with signs telling visitors not to go there.  As she walked, she thought she heard voices.  Singing?  She continued on, and the sound morphed into the clatter of distant horses coming closer and closer.  Sitting down in the dirt, she caught out of the corner of her eye the silhouettes of men on horses in the fog of dust kicked up by their steeds.  They rode toward her and the flat field ahead, appearing not to notice her.

She felt compelled to look in the direction the riders were speeding toward, where she perceived the vague outlines of Indian tepees.  There were people both standing around and rushing in and out of their buffalo-hide lodges.  Some looked right through her and fixed on the riders coming out of the haze.  The adrenalin started to rise in Karen’s body, and a sudden jolt of fear seized her when she realized what was about to happen.  She knew the riders were intent on doing harm to the inhabitants of the settlement, with no hesitation and no offering of the chance to surrender.

A group of small children were lingering by the edge of the settlement as their panic-stricken mothers tried to round them up to hide them.  They knew what was coming.  The horse soldiers rode in, grabbing the little ones by their arms and lifting them up without even slowing down.  They proceeded to slam the poor children against rocks, one by one.  Not one of them survived.

Karen hid her face in her hands, unable to watch the spectacle any longer.  As she sat there unnoticed, the sounds stopped and all was unearthly quiet.  She looked up and again saw the field as empty as when she first saw it.  The event was over, and she slowly got up and returned to the viewing area.

Years later, Karen recollected…

Very hard n rough experience, but I will go back.
Grandmother (earth) n grandfather (sky) still hurt from it.

Postscript

On November 22nd, a group from Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois held a ceremony on the shore of Lake Michigan to pay tribute to the victims of the Sand Creek Massacre.  My friend Rich was there.  I’ll let his words describe the event…

Hoka Hey! from the head heyoka!  

As you may know, John Evans was the founder of Evanston, Illinois.  He was also the co-founder of Northwestern University, the founder of the University of Denver, and the territorial governor and Superintendent of Indian Affairs of Colorado.  He was a Methodist like his friend, Colonel/Pastor John Chivington.

Current Native American students at NU have made the university appoint a task force to find ways to atone for their founder’s part in the massacre.  So today one of the events had native speakers with a tribute to the victims.  For the first time I really understood the native concept of time…that things that happened in the past are very close.  Things that happened 150 years ago happened yesterday.  The Red Line drummers from the American Indian Center sang several songs and we hiked out to the shoreline and built a giant bonfire while a priest read an account of the massacre.  The atrocities were unspeakable.

The amazing thing was that he started reading as they lit the fire, and as it took off the flames were 20 feet high!  I had positioned myself upwind and 15 or 20 feet away, and the heat was intense.  The fire perfectly mirrored the spoken account of the massacre, and as the speaker was finishing, it magically died down as he was relating the last few killings and the aftermath.  This fire had wood stacked up 4 feet high and at least 10 feet wide.  I couldn’t believe what I saw.  There was absolutely no way this synchronicity could have been planned.  

The entire experience was so emotional it was incredible.  Everyone was crying or holding back tears.  The Eagle Staff bearer thanked the Great Spirit for making it rain to hide our tears.  The Northwestern students made 200 pair of moccasins to line the walk across campus to the fire ring on the landfill near the shore.  I kept the child’s pair and left the adult pair I had as a tribute.  Amy West put her pair in the glowing coals as part of her prayer.  

You are absolutely right about the past being still with us.  I find it remarkable that almost all aboriginal people know, understand and deal with this. Western science is just starting to scratch at the edges of where the physical meets the metaphysical.  

Oh well, I have had moments of power from the Great Spirit during my lifetime, and we (you and I) will do the best we can as we begin to review the remaining days we have on Mother Earth.

 

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“The Fun of Staying in Touch”

1 Nov

Book Review by Paul Hill

How Our Loved Ones Contact Us and How We
Can Contact Them–
Roberta Grimes

Don’t let the title fool you. The Fun of Staying in Touch isn’t about your new bookcoversmartphone. The book’s subtitle, How Our Loved Ones Contact Us and How We Can Contact Them continues the theme of communication, but if you don’t venture beyond the cover, you wouldn’t know that the “loved ones” referred to are dead!  I’m not entirely sure being dead is “fun,” connected or not, or that talking to them is equally entertaining. But that’s what author Roberta Grimes is telling us. Her message seems to be that though life may not always be fun, the afterlife is–the dead are simply anxious to tell us about it.

This is the second in a trilogy about human transitions. The first was The Fun of Dying–Find Out What Really Happens Next!  The last in the series will be The Fun of Growing Forever. Roberta is a retired attorney, and given her occupation, I suspect she was strictly business. Nonetheless, she has spent her present life with an unusual interest in the afterlife. It began with her self-described “experiences of light,” first when she was only eight years old, then again at twenty–spiritual visitations that eventually changed her path in spite of hiding the events for many years.

Before we delve into the detail of her story, let’s ask some eternal questions…Is this a good read?  Do I have some issues with it?  The answers are yes and yes.

I should first point out for whom this book is suitable. Certainly not the professional nor armchair skeptic who will refuse to suspend their disbelief long enough to win a ticket to paradise. Its also not for the sympathetic reader who is looking for scientific or technical confirmation of what they suppose to be true. It is instead written for both the doubtful and true believers who need a good overview of the state of the art of afterlife communication.  As a paranormal investigator, I share Roberta’s interest in evidence that supports our belief in communicating with those in the afterlife. But I still have some ideological concerns; quite honestly the kind that may not matter to her readers.

I’ll offer more on my intramural nitpicking in a follow-up article, but let’s stick to this review for now and get some negatives out of the way first. I’ll pick on a few points that even a believer might find a little hard to swallow…

In Chapter 10, Roberta writes about a soul phone as a technological solution to the problem of talking with the dead, and a tipping point in the struggle to get the rest of the world on board. Should we invent this device, where we can unambiguously have a casual conversation with a departed loved one, the debunkers will have to take notice. But as a fairly tech-savvy civilian, I’m not aware of any piece of hardware in development that could ever facilitate such a feat. So I must remain skeptical and judge this as a theoretical event, one that if ever came to fruition would be more important than Alexander Graham Bell telling Watson to “come here…” on history’s first voice transmission, and only slightly less significant than a UFO landing on the White House lawn.

In this same context, Roberta also tells us that dead scientists are helping living researchers work this kind of stuff out. While this may be true, they’re sure not contacting me, so its a little hard to get my head around it. I’m reminded of the technical certainty of Sylvia Brown (whom I greatly respect) who in one of her books gave a detailed description of the environment of the afterlife, right down to where you put your car and get your parking ticket validated.

In both cases, I find these descriptions to be a bit over the top, and a distraction from the authors’ greater and better-expressed message about life with the dead. For the most part though, these speculations do not detract that much from an otherwise excellent fly-over of our loved ones’ terrain in the afterlife, conducted by a tour guide who has “been there” in the metaphysical sense. The author has bolstered my belief that communicating with our dead is part of the legacy of our creation, and as Roberta points out, the grand result of each of us being an undivided part of the Eternal Mind. Whether we acknowledge that or not, Roberta Grimes is spreading the Word.

Paul Hill


Paul is the co-founder of Light in the Dark Paranormal,

and he has a brand new ebook: 
LANES END
A Journey Into the Paranormal 

Its now available! Read excerpts from the book

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