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Belvoir Winery/Odd Fellows Home: Ghosts can do that? The Evidence… sort of…

 

See the end of this post for links to previous posts in the series.

 

The Drive Home

On the drive home from the overnight investigation at Belvoir Winery, I was tired, but on a high from having such a cool experience and meeting some really cool people! I already had blog posts planned out in my head. I knew I had some amazing footage on NightShot video, including the one and only Britt Griffith using and demonstrating the use of my spirit box, and hours of very fascinating possible spirit communication with flashlights in two different locations.

Amy Bruni, Britt Griffith, and Adam Berry having a good time with guests at Belvoir Winery.

 

Freaking Elvis Moment…

But what was I MOST excited about capturing? There was a brief period of time where the adorable and amazing duo, Amy Bruni and Adam Berry, joined my group for part of the investigation. Since I happened to be filming, and since they were standing right next to me, I took that opportunity to turn to capture both of their faces in MY VERY OWN NIGHTSHOT! Who gets the opportunity to do that? This was all happening as we were listening to my spirit box in the corner. As I quietly mentioned to them how big of a moment this was, they both hammed it up with a pose and a smile, just for me! Gold, right?! Freaking Elvis moment! And I KNEW that the screen shot was going to be featured right here on the blog.

NOT the screen shot.

Well… clearly that screen shot is missing. And clearly I’ve misled you to believe that this post would include amazing evidence. But just wait. The story, though very mysterious, continues. 

 

Beeeeep. Beeeeeep. Error C:31:22…

Not long after my return home, I hooked up one of my two remaining NightShot camcorders to the computer, ready to upload all of the footage from the three tapes that I used during the investigation. Suddenly, the all too familiar beeping and error code began to show up, which sometimes leads to the tape getting stuck in the camcorder. I didn’t panic. Anyone familiar with these camcorders knows this exact frustrating error. Once I got the tape out, I knew that since I had another camcorder, I’d surely have no problems.

The same thing happened with the other camcorder. I tried one of the other tapes. Same problem. Another tape in the camcorder. Same problem. I couldn’t even play or rewind the tapes. An hour and lots of frustration and google searches later, I gave up and went to bed. 

 

There’s Hope!

Fortunately, I know Robert Painter from Tape2DVD. He can convert anything to the modern age!

 

Just Kidding…

To make a long story not as long, Robert tried everything he could. What was on the tapes? Snow. Snow with a counter that would track the time to the very end of the tapes. Robert informed me that new tapes that have not been recorded on simply don’t play, and there wouldn’t be a counter, therefore clearly something had been recorded onto each tape. You should know that as I recorded that evening, I used the pull out LCD screen that allows you to see what you’re filming. In fact, since much of our investigation was in the dark, that’s how I found my way. When you’re recording, it makes it clear with a red dot on the screen. I saw it each time. The next thing you should know is that I reuse my tapes. Two of the tapes were not taken to the very end, therefore most likely, Robert should have found various leftover footage from past investigations at the end of those tapes. This was not the case. 

 

Oh please. Like that’ll happen. 

Most of us have always heard that you should keep magnets away from things like tapes, hard drives, credit cards, etc. This apparently also includes strong electric currents, or any kind of electromagnetic field. Even though this is common knowledge for many people, I don’t think anyone really ever expects it to happen to them. You should always be careful around storms and lighting, but no one ever expects to be struck by it. Could some kind of strong source of electricity or exposure to a magnet have erased my tapes? And if so, is it common for them to have been erased so perfectly? Other than a few small gadgets, batteries, flashlights, and more tapes, I didn’t have anything in my bag that would have caused this. I can’t even think of anything that I would have been around that night that would have fit this description. 

 

Ghosts can do that?

Now I know what some of you are thinking… and I’ve thought about it as well. Is Belvoir Winery truly so active that the spirits used or manipulated so much energy for communication that it erased all of my video tapes? Did they? Or… is there some sort of conspiracy? Perhaps someone involved in the planning of the event doesn’t wish for there to be video footage leaked to the public? Did Amy and Adam decide to break out the tape-erasing magnet because it wasn’t a great hair day? (Ohhh that would make me cry.) Did my equipment bag get bathed by some kind of magnetic shower while I wasn’t looking?

 

The Place Holder

I truly am boggled by all of this. I don’t even know what to think. I told Robert to save the tapes for me, just in case aliens drop by with the abducted footage one of these days, or maybe in the future we’ll have space-age technology that will unerase tapes.

…until then, I’ll include this place holder to represent the NightShot screen shot of Amy and Adam. 

Screen shot of Amy and Adam during the investigation of Belvoir Winery.

 

A few nights ago, I had a dream that Amy and Adam stopped by and staged another moment with a working camera, just for me. Ha! (Ahem…. Are you reading this Amy and Adam?) 

 

I can’t lie. I’m super bummed, but maybe the absence of evidence is evidence itself? What are your thoughts?

P.S.    Though I did not run audio for every part of the investigation, I do have audio for much of it… and it exists in digital format and was not erased. Stay tuned. 

 

Previous posts from the Belvoir Winery/Odd Fellows Home series:

Amy, Adam, Britt, and Chip!(Big Séance)
New Friends! (Big Séance)
The Photos (Big Séance)
I’m Baaaaaaaaaack! (Big Séance)
TAPS and Chip Coffey at Belvoir Winery in March! (Big Séance)

 

 

 


I’m Baaaaaaaaaack!

 

I’m back from the greatest and most eventful spring break I’ve had in years… and maybe ever! But I’ve been itching to get back to this computer, since I’ve never had such a long absence from this blog! I have so much to share with you, including TONS of photos and stories from my T.A.P.S. and Chip Coffey weekend at Belvoir Winery  in Liberty, Missouri… but I feel I should share chronologically. Plus, I just now got back home and must now return to a busy real life tomorrow, and I have much to go through in order to work up some Belvoir posts. I’m so excited though, because I have plenty to share, including meeting more para-celebs and some great new friends! Also, perhaps some video clips from our large group investigation from Saturday night! So stay tuned…

 

 

THE PARANORMAL PORTION OF THIS POST

So here’s a little update. I wrote the first part of this post yesterday and intended to publish it last night. I’ve been recovering from a cold and some kind of a bug since returning from Cancun. Suddenly in the middle of this post, I began getting chills that within an hour became more intense than I’ve ever experienced. It was horrible. I stood in a hot shower for a ridiculous amount of time, and when I forced myself to get out, I curled up in blankets on the bed. I couldn’t get warm enough. As I began to shiver myself to sleep, I either straight up hallucinated or dreamed that I had physically jumped inside my iPhone (not easy for a fat man) and was cruising through my Facebook feed. So… very… bizarre. I ultimately ended up sleeping for a few hours and woke up at bedtime, of course. Was I visited by the ghost of Montezuma? Did Trixie at Imos add some fairy dust to my pizza? (Oh you KNOW I’m totally going to put “fairy” and “faery” in the tags to this post now.)  I really don’t know, and I’m feeling much better today, but I stayed home from school to be sure (after several late night hours of creating substitute teacher plans, of course). One thing is certain, last night was not fun. 

 

THIS CONCLUDES THE PARANORMAL PORTION OF TODAY’S PROGRAMMING

For now, though it’s not very paranormal, I wanted to share a few photos from our spectacular trip to Cancun, Mexico! For the rest of my artsy-fartsy Cancun photos, feel free to visit my Flickr page.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Dream Haven

I’m curious. Do any of you have your own personal oasis or room that you go to in your head for meditation purposes, for example? I recall seeing exercises or being prompted in a canned meditation to go to that very personal Zen space. Maybe from there you meet your guide or passed loved ones. Perhaps some of you use this imaginary space strictly for those “Calgon take me away” moments. Some choose nature for their space. A bench in the park, a meadow, a fountain, or perhaps a recreation of the Other Side. My space had always been a room, perhaps a tiny cottage up in the clouds, nothing fancy, some comfortable furniture, some candles. It loosely resembled the living room of the house where I lived for most of my childhood. The last time I was in this imaginary space, I was led there by a medium during a séance. For some reason an indoor space is easier for me to design and recreate in detail when I need it.

 

I continue to make my way through Michelle Belanger’s Psychic Dreamwalking (which is absolutely fascinating so far, by the way), and she guides the reader through creating a “dream haven”. This idea reminded me of my personal space for meditation, only in this case, Michelle suggests using it as a starting point to get to your dream space. It can be a personal haven meant only for you, or it could also be used as a meeting area for those invited into your dream space.   

 

I had some quiet time during a study hall today and I decided to get the book out to read a few pages. With Michelle’s help, and using my imagination, within ten or fifteen minutes I’d moved out of my old space and creatively designed a dream haven so beautiful and perfect for me! I only wish I was an artist and could paint the picture for you. The fireplace is unbelievable and so it’s always warm and cozy. The best part? There’s no need for wallpaper since nearly every inch of the walls are decorated with books. It takes me back to another time! I can’t wait to practice visiting my dream haven! 

 

Please share! Do you have a dream haven or something similar? 

 

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© Jorge Royan / http://www.royan.com.ar / CC-BY-SA-3.0

 

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A fascinating sketch, from what I remember.

On that day, I had been teaching in a room that wasn’t mine. Occasionally, weird schedule things happen at school, like someone having to use my larger room to photograph groups for the yearbook, or sometimes I end up subbing for another teacher on my plan period. As a middle school teacher, you learn to roll with things like this. So for part of that day, the kids and I were in a more traditional classroom that is very different from the two rooms that I call home when I’m at school. 

At the end of the day, a student from one of those earlier classes dropped by to hand me a very nice looking piece of artwork… a beautifully detailed sketch. She was on her way to the bus, so in a rush I thanked her for the gift that was clearly the result of a lot of time and patience… and heart.

For every year, I keep a folder with the title “Treasures” written on the tab, and I knew that this sketch was going in. One of my professors in undergrad suggested I do this, and so right now I have twelve of them, one for every year. Each one is stuffed with various awkwardly shaped items, and so at this point they take up almost an entire drawer of my large file cabinet.  

After the halls cleared and the buses were leaving, I got a better look at the sketch as I was walking back toward my office. There I was. Though it was a cartoony version of myself, it was a perfect likeness. It was from the perspective of this student from earlier in the day in the other teacher’s classroom. I was behind the desk in the front corner of the room. The details were amazing. Everything from that room was in this drawing. What made it really special were the words, similar to those wordle things that are so popular now, that were creatively added around me on the paper. These words represented qualities that this student sees (I’m assuming) in me, such as “kind”, “compassion”, “funny”, “music”, etc. Seeing this made my heart melt in one of those moments that any teacher experiences when they receive a gift like this. But I do remember thinking, it’s too bad the setting of this sketch wasn’t in one of our own music classrooms. Ah well. Good kid. 

I opened the top file cabinet drawer and was just about to file it in “Treasures 13-14”, when something caught my attention. There was a detail from the sketch that I had completely missed. Are you kidding me? In the opposite corner of the front of the room, as if in the shadows, this student had drawn an older woman standing out of the way. She wasn’t a part of any of the activity going on in the room. She was merely present, though she appeared to have watchful eyes. There was NO older woman present with us in that classroom earlier! The hairs immediately stood up on my neck and arms, and a chill went through my entire body. I recognized those eyes. I recognized the hair. No. It couldn’t be! Or could it? The older woman appeared to be the late Verna Marie Owen, better known as Miss Owen, from several of my recent blogs.

Was my mind playing tricks on me? Did I just have a strange, yet creative student? (She certainly wouldn’t be the first!) Or does she simply have an exceptional ability that most do not? Was this her way of letting me know that a certain someone was keeping an eye on our learning activities? Cool! No… creepy. Both!

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and fumbled for my glasses. It was close to 5am. Though I added a few creative details to keep you reading, most of this dream was typed out in a simple note on my iPhone… from what I remember.  

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Dreaming of Flying… and Dogs?

I don’t remember dreams often, but when I do have interesting dreams, I try to share them here. And I feel like I need to point out that this week I also had my experience with the voice in my car

This is Meril ready for a trip to the tennis coart!

This is Meril ready for a trip to the tennis court!

Within the last week I’d say I’ve had two separate panicky dreams about losing our four-legged son, Meril. (I don’t mean losing as in death… but misplacing or not being able to find him.) I even have a Facebook friend who mentioned in a status that she was experiencing the same kind of dreams this week. I’m known to be very over protective with Meril and hyper sensitive about opened doors, where he is at all times, holding the leash super tight on walks, wondering if he’s okay or lonely while we’re gone, what happens while we’re gone and there’s a fire or tornado, and the worrying goes on and on… But I can’t think of anything specifically that has worried me more than usual recently in the waking hours. My only guess is that Joe was gone for most of this week and so Meril and I were on our own, which is unusual. Also, I’ve been seeing a lot of posts and videos online lately involving pets being found in the rubble of the Oklahoma tornadoes. Perhaps that’s it. Or maybe it’s more literal than that. Maybe I’m supposed to keep my eyes open. 

 

Flying…

But my big reason for writing this dream post tonight is to tell you about my flying dream last night. It was an unusual sleeping night for me. Due to eating dinner so late after picking Joe up from the airport that night, I was waking up every hour with heart burn and unable to sleep (if this is TMI, I apologize). All of these short sessions of sleep possibly explains why I remember details vividly. I think many, if not most people, have experienced dreams of flying. I have a friend who sprouts wings when she flies. As you’ll see, my flying experiences are different. 

 

Soaring Over the Trees…

The details before the flying are somewhat fuzzy, but it took place in a fictional, beautiful, older, and urban neighborhood, possibly even a cutesy shopping district. In my dream I seemed to understand that it was somewhere in Kansas City, and possibly a location from a previous dream. One thing I can tell you for sure is that it was a pleasant atmosphere with people out and walking around. But the thing I remembered so vividly were the tall, mature, and green trees. I was either waiting to meet someone or I was on my way to meet them. Suddenly I jumped, and as if weightless in space, I was sort of suspended in the air. But my feet gradually fell back to the sidewalk. That’s when I think I knew I was dreaming and I remembered how this flying stuff worked. I jumped again, only this time I tried to remember how to get higher, to really soar. I worked my energy so that I was suddenly high above the trees and moving forward at a pretty quick speed… but I was gradually falling. I started bracing for a fall and was a little scared all of a sudden. As soon as I worried about falling, I fell faster. As I began falling into the trees I decided to relax and let go of the fear. As soon as that happened I shot back up above the trees and soared. It was so beautiful. I remember thinking “Okay now I remember how it works.” It was all coming back to me. I could somehow shift my energy or my weight to “steer” to wherever I wanted to go. It was very cool. And again, I’m pretty sure I knew I was dreaming. I don’t remember landing at a destination or the rest of the details of the dream. It was probably me waking up to take another walk around the house that ended it. 

 

So was I dreaming? Was I astral traveling? (I don’t recall seeing a cord.) Do you dream of flying? How does it work for you? 

 

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Being Able To Read In Your Dreams (Big Séance)

Apocalypse Dream (Big Séance)

 


Why did the full-blown apparition cross the road?

I was driving through my hometown a few nights ago when I instantly realized there was a full-blown apparition of a person crossing the road up ahead. This figure seemed to have a slightly translucent glow and didn’t notice me parking the car to watch it walk into the tree line. It was 12:02am. I was so excited and amazed. Since it seemed to be a residual apparition, I decided to make an appearance around midnight the next night. Good thing there’s not a lot of traffic in this small town late at night. I waited off in a ditch near where I saw it the night before. Suddenly there it was. Silent. Full of color and detail. It was a middle-aged, African-American man with a blue jacket and a stocking cap. He was walking so lethargically (totally not a word) and without purpose. Still translucent. Still not noticing me, even though I was very near him. I was experiencing such an adrenaline rush that I forgot to pull my phone out for a picture. Actually, I did remember, but by the time I fumbled around for the right icon and waited for it to open, my picture was only of the tree line after he disappeared on the other side. I was too late. I decided to sit and wait. Maybe he would come back? It was getting cold and I was about to leave when from out of the corner of my eye I saw him. This time from the side of the street where he previously disappeared. He was coming back. It was 12:27am. He had the same look, the same lethargic walk, only this time he carried a bottle of liquor in a bag. I pulled my phone back out and got really close as he made his way to the other side of the street. I got a perfect picture. I noticed the bag had the name “Bubb’s” or “Bubba” (I couldn’t tell which) on it. I took a mental note to research the name. Perhaps a bar? A liquor store?

I woke up so excited. It took me a while to realize it was a dream and I hadn’t really captured the coolest apparition in the world. I told myself I’d work hard to remember the details, though. 🙂 


The Hand That Rocks Your Dreams…

I suppose I need to add the category of “Dreams” to the right, since I’ve posted several times recently about them. One of my first posts ever was regarding a dream that may have actually been a spirit visit from one of my Great Grandmothers. Then there was the incredibly random apocalypse dream with the massive amount of fire that was strangely pleasant, rather than burning. I’ve been seeing signs, sketches, names, and reading in my dreams… just more vivid in general I suppose.

 

And then… there are those nightmare-like dreams that I don’t usually have. To tell you the truth (crazy or not), I’m not even entirely sure that the experience I am getting ready to tell you about was really a dream. Let me back up…

 

Around three weeks ago in my paranerdal update post I told you that something had definitely visited me around 3am a few nights before. To my knowledge I was not dreaming, or at least don’t recall one. I simply woke up with a racing heartbeat and a very uncomfortable feeling from a “charge” in the air. I don’t really know how else to explain how I just knew something was with me. I also heard a few soft popping sounds. Not wanting to wake anyone else up, I stared wide-eyed for a while before turning on the audio recorder on my phone while still in bed. I never saw anything. There were no shadows or slamming doors. And, my recording came up empty other than a few of those popping noises. It took me a while to get back to sleep that night. 

 

That was three weeks ago. Now, cut to about six nights ago. Part of this new dream may or may not have been in a dreamlike state. If it was a dream, then I was sleeping in bed during it. Confusing, right? In my dream (or not) I had been awakened by that same crazy “charged” feeling with heart racing. I knew immediately what it meant. Something was incredibly close. In fact, from off the side of my bed, I was shoved by a hand that came out of nowhere. How can I be sure it was a hand? Being the investigator that I am, I instinctively grabbed for whatever was there… and yup, it was a hand. Cue the same wide-eyed stare with heart racing. I didn’t look at the clock this time. And we had visitors in our guest bedroom, so I didn’t say anything or get up to investigate. Once again, it took a while to get back to sleep that night.

 

So… my feeling is that whether or not I was dreaming about the presence of a hand shoving me, something was definitely with me and messing with me. It was the exact same feeling both times. I immediately recognized it. Either that or being fat and incredibly out of shape is causing me to have heart attack symptoms in the middle of the night. I often sleep on my left side. Isn’t that supposed to be bad? Is there a doctor in the house? 

 

Now, before I hear from several of you about how I need to cleanse the house or meditate and visualize all the light and love, etc… I’m sitting with this one for a while. It’s not that I’m excited or want to encourage it. I’m just going to watch and investigate this one a bit. I can’t say much, but I may have an idea about where this one came from. Don’t judge me. 

 

Anyone have similar experiences? 

 


A New EVP… Instructions About the Clock Radio?

Have you wondered why I haven’t posted many new EVP on here recently? Oh, that would be because I haven’t had much luck lately. True, I have slowed down a bit with my sessions at home, but I’ve also completed analysis of a few investigations as well as two cemetery recordings. Not much as far as EVP goes. At least nothing that I can confidently say is spirit communication. My excuse for slacking on my EVP sessions is due mainly to being backed up with footage and audio to analyze from investigations, and things like vacation, life happening, etc. Could it be true that being consistent is a big factor in spirit communication? I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t disappointed. When I ran into an EVP drought months ago during my two-week EVP experiment, I got inspiration from Sarah Estep. I wish she or one of the other pioneer greats would show up with some wisdom for me right about now. 🙂  

 

A New EVP… 

But the good news is this. Two nights ago I decided to record a short session while I relaxed on the bed in the bedroom while alone in the house. It was late at night and so it was pretty quiet. I usually conduct sessions at my desk in the loft. I also usually use two recorders. This time I did not. It is important to note that around six minutes into this session I twice asked for a knock in the room to validate that a presence was with me. I got a knock each time. It had been a while since I’d received such knocking communication and I wondered if it was the return of my rapper. With that being said, after the two single knocks I asked for further validation and got nothing. 

Just before this possible EVP was captured (about eight minutes into the session), I was asking about the dream that I mentioned in an earlier post. The dream seemed to be spirit letting me know they were aware of my research. This dream also involved clear communication with a clock radio like the one I remember having in the house when I was younger. After the discussion in the comments from that post, I’ve been left wondering whether the clock radio was just symbolism or if I’m really supposed to try it. (By the way, my parents found it in the attic of their house. It is exactly like the one pictured in the dream post. I’ll be picking it up when I visit this weekend.) In the session, I had just asked “Is that something I’m supposed to try?” (I was referring to the clock radio.) As usual, I have no clue what may be communicated here. Your feedback is welcome. 

 

Is that something I’m supposed to try?

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I’m probably not supposed to tell you this because skeptics will take it and run. And… (sigh)… I know I’m sometimes too openly skeptic with my own work, therefore I probably end up missing true examples of spirit communication. However, I just can’t NOT be honest. Though it was very quiet in the room, and though I have gotten pretty good at calling out or “tagging” strange noises from the environment during sessions, I have to tell you that Meril (our 4 legged son… name pronounced like “Meryl” Streep, thank you very much) was relaxing in his kennel just a few feet away from the recorder on the night stand. I didn’t tag anything in the audio and I don’t recall hearing strange noises coming from him. 

 

 


Apocalypse Dream…

As I’ve mentioned before, I don’t remember many of my dreams. The only time I recall dreams is when I’ve either slept in really late or not nearly enough (usually around 3 to 5 hours). A few nights ago I dreamed about the apocalypse… which is a little weird because it’s not a topic I’m typically interested in. It ranks right up there with aliens for me…. just not interested. 

It wasn’t a very long dream, but it ended appropriately for a dream about the end of the world. 🙂 I don’t have to tell you when I woke up.

In the dream I was working at school with some of my usual coworkers, but the school itself resembled the home I grew up in for the first six years of my life (get out your dream books). I was outside of the school with a group of people when I noticed very heavy and dark rolling clouds off in the distance. They moved quite a bit quicker than normal storm clouds. I made a comment to the group I was with about how cool the clouds looked. I’ve always been a big fan of thunder storms. Then a few moments later I came to the realization that something was wrong with what I was seeing. They weren’t storm clouds. These rolling clouds were very dark, a mixture of what was probably earth, smoke, and fire… and they were fast consuming everything in front of us. That’s when Spielberg took over direction of my dream production. From here on out it was in slow motion. Panic started to set in as our secretary dropped an armload of paperwork to the ground with a dropped jaw. She yelled our principal’s name as the group ran for the building. As soon as we got inside, I quickly realized that the flames had caught up with us. They weren’t normal flames, though. They were beautiful. Picture a flame mixed in with The Northern Lights. It was almost as if everything was under water. I feared burning, but instead I felt the warmth you’d feel in a really calming hot tub. I was thinking, “Wow! This isn’t so bad!” 

This is where the scene changes. I wasn’t in the next scene, but I watched it as if I had downloaded it on NetFlix. Cut to the office of another teacher friend of mine. As the flames reached him, in panic, the only thing he could think to do was grab a whistle and blow it as a way to warn others (I remember thinking in my dream… “how sad”…). Of course, no one was there to tell him that the flames didn’t really hurt. 

Then… it was over. Unfortunately, there was no memory of the other side. GRRR!

www.dreammoods.com says “to dream of the apocalypse signifies an emotional and dramatic change taken place within yourself. The dream may also indicate the end of one kind of lifestyle and the beginning of another.” Hmmmm…

And… that’s the last time I eat chocolate before bed. 🙂

 

Peace!

 


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