http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2I65FUeNSeo
Can do without the annoying and unnecessary spooky background sound track...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxGqWy9jfW4
SHUT UP PEOPLE. How do you expect to hear what is being said? You're recording it, right?
I've not had time to do much personally here. So I shouldn't talk, right?
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Proof of Reincarnation
The young woman was my husband today. He and I have shared many lives together. In another life I was a young child in, I think, Egypt. I was the very young son of someone important. I had been sent away for my safety with a servant (who I recognize was my husband now) to take care of me. We stayed in a room that was little more than a partially underground stone room with a tiny window. I would watch out that window and see people on camels riding by. I got sick and died.
I remember another very early life where I was a nun in another country, I think somewhere in Asia. Another nun and I were leading a lot of young children to safety through the hills and hiding them. Someone was after us and wanted to kill us. In this life my husband and I have adopted 21 children and parented a few more,
In yet anotherpast life I was a young woman on a ship coming to the British colonies of America in the late 1600's or early 1700s. I was pregnant, but nobody on board knew that. I became friends with a young man traveler and told him my secret. He told me he'd marry me and take care of me and my baby. (Again, my husband today.) We arrived in, I think, Virgina and took a small boat with several other families upriver to a place where my new husband had land. He built a one room log cabin home for us. Our baby only lived a couple months and then died. Then shortly after that my husband died.
I became very angry at him. Unreasonably angry with him that he had died and left me alone. It was very cold and snowing outside when he died, and I dragged his body out and piled snow over him. I was too weak to bury him. A traveling minister started visiting me every month. He would bring me some food and he buried the body. He tried to talk me into moving into town, but I hardheadedly refused. I grew old and died, angry and disappointed to the end.
What's interesting is that for many years when my husband today would get sick I would feel this uncontrollable, and unreasonable anger and panic. I would fear that he was going to die, yet know that this wasn't true.
I have a couple other snapshots, like lying on the shore at one of the Great Lakes, in full naval uniform of the 1800s looking up at another officer with the big fancy navy hat and saying to him, "You'll have to carry on, Sinclair." and I died..
My closest past life to this I only have a glimpse of. I am a young boy living in an American city. I'm wearing knickers (so this was probably in the 1920s) and I'm running around the sidewalks . I see the stores and the horse drawn wagons and occasional car. I hear all the noises. Then I flash to lying on the deck of a battleship, dying. Probably WWII. Again in the Navy.
Do I believe in reincarnation? You bet!
Monday, January 24, 2011
The Year 2012
I didn't really have questions to ask yesterday, so on a whim I asked if there would be some kind of disaster in 2012. (Not that I believe that the people on the other side are completely aware of what is going to happen on earth in the future, but I thought maybe they had heard something :) I really don't believe all the 2012 disaster stuff,
Here's the results:
Blessed All
Alright
Teacher on
suffer all
human cattle
Vital compound soldier's affair
men realized light lesser
light, salient light
light seems down now.
you will suffer
lost
quickly problems abound
cattle carrier
Cleansing next business
Comments?
Here's the results:
Blessed All
Alright
Teacher on
suffer all
human cattle
Vital compound soldier's affair
men realized light lesser
light, salient light
light seems down now.
you will suffer
lost
quickly problems abound
cattle carrier
Cleansing next business
Comments?
Friday, December 31, 2010
Pix of my Grandfather in Spirit
I'm not ignoring you. My house is simply too noisy when all 9 kids are home for Christmas vacation to do any EVP work. So I thought I'd give you something different.
My grandfather, Ed, died when I was about 5 or 6, and thus began a life of psychic phenomena. My dad came to my room where I was still sleeping and woke me up and told me that Pop Pop had "gone to sleep." I totally did not understand how that could make anyone sad. I went to sleep every night and it didn't make anyone sad. But from the crying of my mother and his own teary face I was able to figure out that Pop Pop had died.
I was stunned. I loved this man. I thought he was the strongest man on earth. I remember taking a walk in my back yard with him and giving him fatter and fatter sticks to see if he could break them, and he always did. He was also the grandfather who let me visit him in his basement workshop and watch him make things. He made my sister and I babydoll beds for Christmas one year. Pink ones.
But back to the day he died. I was laying in bed, scared and confused. Nobody I'd ever known had died before. My twin bed was placed so that my brother's crib butted up against the end of it and there was a blanket hung over the end panel. Slowly my grandfather's face appeared on that blanket and he was smiling. I knew that meant that he was still alive in some way and still loving me.
When I was in my early twenties and a new mom I looked for things to do and found a local paranormal group headed by a lady who was psychic. There I learned how to go into a trance and even channel other spirits, but mostly I learned how to see spirits and talk with them. I was very accurate, and even good at predicting that one member would die soon (I didn't tell her that, but her aura was a nasty red color and I knew her heart was bad) so I wasn't surprised when she wasn't there the next week and it was reported that she had passed. Poor lady. The previous week she had asked for a clue to the winning horse and I had told her "Four Roses." Don't know why, it just popped into my head, and she had won a lot of money.
One night I was in deep trance and I saw a man standing over in the corner. Couldn't see him completely, just saw a big man. I said there is this man in the corner and he says his name is Ed and that he is someone's grandfather. Nobody recognized him and then I realized...It was my Grandfather Ed! He said he'd always be with me, and he has been.
Sometimes I'll be sitting at my computer and smell cherry pipe smoke. I had a dream once where Ed picked me up in a fancy old fashioned sports car (which he never owned) and we went for a ride in the most beautiful countryside. I asked him why he left so soon and he said, "Some people do and it's OK. It's the way it was meant to be."
A few years ago I got a new digital camera and was sitting on my bed just taking pix of stuff to learn how it worked. The tv was off. In one shot on the tv screen appeared a picture of a man. I looked at the tv, and yes it was off. I downloaded the pic and darned if it wasn't my grandfather.
My grandfather, Ed, died when I was about 5 or 6, and thus began a life of psychic phenomena. My dad came to my room where I was still sleeping and woke me up and told me that Pop Pop had "gone to sleep." I totally did not understand how that could make anyone sad. I went to sleep every night and it didn't make anyone sad. But from the crying of my mother and his own teary face I was able to figure out that Pop Pop had died.
I was stunned. I loved this man. I thought he was the strongest man on earth. I remember taking a walk in my back yard with him and giving him fatter and fatter sticks to see if he could break them, and he always did. He was also the grandfather who let me visit him in his basement workshop and watch him make things. He made my sister and I babydoll beds for Christmas one year. Pink ones.
But back to the day he died. I was laying in bed, scared and confused. Nobody I'd ever known had died before. My twin bed was placed so that my brother's crib butted up against the end of it and there was a blanket hung over the end panel. Slowly my grandfather's face appeared on that blanket and he was smiling. I knew that meant that he was still alive in some way and still loving me.
When I was in my early twenties and a new mom I looked for things to do and found a local paranormal group headed by a lady who was psychic. There I learned how to go into a trance and even channel other spirits, but mostly I learned how to see spirits and talk with them. I was very accurate, and even good at predicting that one member would die soon (I didn't tell her that, but her aura was a nasty red color and I knew her heart was bad) so I wasn't surprised when she wasn't there the next week and it was reported that she had passed. Poor lady. The previous week she had asked for a clue to the winning horse and I had told her "Four Roses." Don't know why, it just popped into my head, and she had won a lot of money.
One night I was in deep trance and I saw a man standing over in the corner. Couldn't see him completely, just saw a big man. I said there is this man in the corner and he says his name is Ed and that he is someone's grandfather. Nobody recognized him and then I realized...It was my Grandfather Ed! He said he'd always be with me, and he has been.
Sometimes I'll be sitting at my computer and smell cherry pipe smoke. I had a dream once where Ed picked me up in a fancy old fashioned sports car (which he never owned) and we went for a ride in the most beautiful countryside. I asked him why he left so soon and he said, "Some people do and it's OK. It's the way it was meant to be."
A few years ago I got a new digital camera and was sitting on my bed just taking pix of stuff to learn how it worked. The tv was off. In one shot on the tv screen appeared a picture of a man. I looked at the tv, and yes it was off. I downloaded the pic and darned if it wasn't my grandfather.
I've included an old photo of him when he was getting ready to go off to war so you can see the similarity.
So you can see why I wasn't surprised to hear his name in my work with the Ovilus/PX. It threw me off for a second when I heard Edward, because nobody ever called him anything but Ed, but only for a second.
Three more days and the kids are all back to school and work!
Friday, December 24, 2010
Early EVPs
Too noisy here this Christmas Eve to try to record anything with the px, but I thought I'd post some evps I've gotten in the past.
When I first started out, it was just with an early digital recorder. I would ask out loud for someone from the other side to visit me and to speak a message into the recorder. My son, at that time, was 14 years old. He got all excited about the work as well and took the recorder and set it up in an unused bathroom one day. He came back for it about an hour later and I downloaded the file and played it.
We were both surprised at the clarity of the voice. At first I thought it might be my grandmother, but J had never known her. I tend to think it was his grandfather, who shortly before he died and take my son for a week in the summer. He had taken J to a baseball game and tons of other things, sort of an attempt to make J remember him.
Here's the file: "I Hope You Won't Forget Me" It's a RealPlayer format
Getting EVP (electronic voice phenomena) is difficult. It takes lots of time to search thru the files for the part that you want. Then often you need to clean out the background noise and clarify the actual voice. Takes too much work.
I graduated to Stefon Bion's EVPMaker (before he added the speakjet allophones.) Back then one used an audio file of something like a news station as raw material. EVPMaker chops up the file into tiny bits of sound called allophones. I got some of my best EVPs using a German news report as a source sound, bu I also use a long British news report as well.
When you use EVPMaker, the spirit manipulates the source sound to create words. The goal was to have a recorder running while you ran EVPMaker and the messages would be recorded over the gibberish, I didn't have a microphone or a recorder at the time I started using EVPMaker, so the EVPs I got were outstanding because they came right from the computer running the program without a mike.
When I first started out, it was just with an early digital recorder. I would ask out loud for someone from the other side to visit me and to speak a message into the recorder. My son, at that time, was 14 years old. He got all excited about the work as well and took the recorder and set it up in an unused bathroom one day. He came back for it about an hour later and I downloaded the file and played it.
We were both surprised at the clarity of the voice. At first I thought it might be my grandmother, but J had never known her. I tend to think it was his grandfather, who shortly before he died and take my son for a week in the summer. He had taken J to a baseball game and tons of other things, sort of an attempt to make J remember him.
Here's the file: "I Hope You Won't Forget Me" It's a RealPlayer format
Getting EVP (electronic voice phenomena) is difficult. It takes lots of time to search thru the files for the part that you want. Then often you need to clean out the background noise and clarify the actual voice. Takes too much work.
I graduated to Stefon Bion's EVPMaker (before he added the speakjet allophones.) Back then one used an audio file of something like a news station as raw material. EVPMaker chops up the file into tiny bits of sound called allophones. I got some of my best EVPs using a German news report as a source sound, bu I also use a long British news report as well.
When you use EVPMaker, the spirit manipulates the source sound to create words. The goal was to have a recorder running while you ran EVPMaker and the messages would be recorded over the gibberish, I didn't have a microphone or a recorder at the time I started using EVPMaker, so the EVPs I got were outstanding because they came right from the computer running the program without a mike.
Then my 13 year old son died unexpectedly. I was devastated. I was useless to myself and to my family. One night around 3 AM I was awake and miserable so I started EVPMaker up. When I played it back I was amnazed. Thes EVPs were clear as a bell. They didn't need to be "cleaned up." AND they used my name!
After that I felt better. I had proof that life exists beyond what we call death.
That's all for now...
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Nobody Home
Tonight I did not ask for anyone to communicate with me. Nor did I prepare myself with relaxing, releasing and meditation. I just wanted to see what I'd get.
Here we go:
ME: Who's Here?
PX: Alright loving paranormal
PX: Uncle waste compounds allowed
PX: Nervy lotto ghetto
PX: mommy vest
PX: learn think kiss
PX: Blessed All
PX: information rabbit
PX: paranormal country
PX: cat folate
PX: gown property
PX: fact relign
In other words, Crap! Nobody there.
I think this is why so many "ghost hunters" claim that the Ovilus is a worthless toy. They don't prepare. They don't ask for an interview. And worst of all, they are dealing with "ghosts." Ghosts are by definition, troubled souls who have not been able to cross over to the other side/heaven. They aren't stable personalities. They are traumatized in some way or other.
I mean if you were to go a bar filled with drunks, would you get good answers to your questions? No way. But if you went into a nice restaurant and asked question of a patron who was not drunk you'd probably get understandable cooperative answers to your questions.
Why is it then that those who use the Ovilus/PX only for ghost hunting expect to get good results? It's like asking questions of patients in a mental hospital who are severely disturbed.
Choose normal people who have made the transition to talk to with the Ovilus and you'll get much better results. Prepare and Invite. Otherwise, you're standing on a busy street corner yelling "WHO WANTS TO TALK TO ME?" and everyone says, "Who is that nut?
Here we go:
ME: Who's Here?
PX: Alright loving paranormal
PX: Uncle waste compounds allowed
PX: Nervy lotto ghetto
PX: mommy vest
PX: learn think kiss
PX: Blessed All
PX: information rabbit
PX: paranormal country
PX: cat folate
PX: gown property
PX: fact relign
In other words, Crap! Nobody there.
I think this is why so many "ghost hunters" claim that the Ovilus is a worthless toy. They don't prepare. They don't ask for an interview. And worst of all, they are dealing with "ghosts." Ghosts are by definition, troubled souls who have not been able to cross over to the other side/heaven. They aren't stable personalities. They are traumatized in some way or other.
I mean if you were to go a bar filled with drunks, would you get good answers to your questions? No way. But if you went into a nice restaurant and asked question of a patron who was not drunk you'd probably get understandable cooperative answers to your questions.
Why is it then that those who use the Ovilus/PX only for ghost hunting expect to get good results? It's like asking questions of patients in a mental hospital who are severely disturbed.
Choose normal people who have made the transition to talk to with the Ovilus and you'll get much better results. Prepare and Invite. Otherwise, you're standing on a busy street corner yelling "WHO WANTS TO TALK TO ME?" and everyone says, "Who is that nut?
How Jeremy survived his "Accident"
In October, my 17 year old son, Jeremy, who has Down Syndrome and functions like a 4-5 year old got his hands on the keys to my car and took it for a joyride. He's never driven a car, nor should he be doing so, The police found him driving erratically and shot him three times. Miraculously Jeremy lived.
I am amazed at the content of today's PX session. Here is part of it:
PX: Blessed All. Story Moment
PX: Highway officer gun camera light
PX: Chase auto
PX: Happier Assist
PX: Story learn
PX: Holiday Light!
We have been saying that Jeremy must have had angels helping him. Here's proof. Maybe not angels, but surely loved ones from the other side!
I also got my old microphone working today and was trying the PX out with an audio program called GOLDWAVE in demo version. The folks on the other side (TFOTOS) were trying to help me. They said:
PX: Record faster - Learn Faster Mommy
I decided that it wasn't worth trying to record anything during the day until school starts again. 7 kids here today. Washing dishes, talking to the dog, phones ringing. The best time for me to record appears to be 3AM.
I am amazed at the content of today's PX session. Here is part of it:
PX: Blessed All. Story Moment
PX: Highway officer gun camera light
PX: Chase auto
PX: Happier Assist
PX: Story learn
PX: Holiday Light!
We have been saying that Jeremy must have had angels helping him. Here's proof. Maybe not angels, but surely loved ones from the other side!
I also got my old microphone working today and was trying the PX out with an audio program called GOLDWAVE in demo version. The folks on the other side (TFOTOS) were trying to help me. They said:
PX: Record faster - Learn Faster Mommy
I decided that it wasn't worth trying to record anything during the day until school starts again. 7 kids here today. Washing dishes, talking to the dog, phones ringing. The best time for me to record appears to be 3AM.
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