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Dec. 1st, 2016


20s Abduction Memories & Coping Methods Entries Commence

As promised, I'm beginning my memoir entries again. Every other week on Fridays, I'll be posting about incidents from my 20s (the 1990s) starting next week. On the other weeks, I'll be writing about strategies one can use when dealing with aliens (or whatever they are) that can gain you a little more self-power in interactions.

1991 to 1996 was a very active period, and I'm sure I won't recall every single thing. It helps that I kept journals since I was 8 years old, and by my 20s it had become an absolute compulsion! That makes it much easier to do this, because I can read back over the most dramatic things (which I DID write about) and share them with little loss of memory details. Sometimes reading back over those older paper diaries suprises even me. Memory does decay, and without having my fresh recall recorded at the time, these memoirs would not be even half as detailed.

You're welcome!

From '96 to 2005, however, things went so quiet that I only had a couple of remembered incidents. It seemed I was only picked up for 'check-ups' once a year or so, still most often in the summer. By 2005, when things picked up again dramatically for a couple of years, I was writing in online blogs and all of that has been recorded here already, and we'll be caught up to the present.

I presume after this that I'll be recording anything new as it happens and discussing abduction news, etc. I will also be rewriting my entries for another blog, which will have to be re-established, as apparently it got taken down?? Later, I will be polishing up all of this into a book format for possible publishing. Not everyone wants to go searching through blogs for this information, and I think it would be good to have mulitple hardcopies of my abduction memoirs and commentary. Anyway, its a goal!

Finally, before my next memory post, here's the last 3 entries from my early 20s, when I went on a roadtrip with Gerick, my now-ex husband through Oregon. After that, I moved to Ohio for a couple of years, which is where the memoirs will pick up.

Run-Up To A Roadtrip with Abductees: http://spirals-end.livejournal.com/54184.html

Roadtrip, Beach Encounters: http://spirals-end.livejournal.com/54291.html

Roadtrip, Desert Encounters: http://spirals-end.livejournal.com/54622.html

Nov. 30th, 2016


Co-housing Book Given To Hybrid??

Another reason I'm re-starting my At Spiral's End blog--? Because I think I finally got a visit from the aliens-- or, rather, their proxy.

Its difficult to say for sure because I only have a smidgen of memory from a dream... that took place at night, in my room, with everything exactly as it looks in real life, which I've learned is suspicious, because most dream locations are distorted and changing.

I don't know if my piece of memory was at the beginning or end of the visitation, but I think it was the end, because I gave them something in the dream that is now missing in real life.

So this oddly realistic dream, or memory, was of a young man being in my bedroom. We were sitting on my bed talking and I had the overhead light on. I don't know how the subject came up, but I told him about a book I had on "community housing" for cooperative living. I pulled out this big book-- that I LOVE because it has all these maps and house plans! (I use it for my fantasy project stuff and had it in my bedroom for that reason, because I was adding to the maps and filling in the house plans as a fun way to relax.)

He sat with me on the bed, and I think he may have been blond and wearing light blue, but he wasn't big and buffed up like Ethan. Seemed younger, too, like mid to late 20s? Anyways, I opened the book and showed him the maps and plans and went over these ideas for people to live together more cooperatively. Using less resources and mutually supporting one another. The concept is called "co-housing" and there are several successful such housing communities in Europe and the United States.

The possible human-looking and sounding (spoke verbally, not telepathically that I recall) hybrid guy was very interested. Because, well, they're finding out ways to live here, and they're not as happy with independent living as we are, being all communal and telepathic! So I was happily making suggestions, saying they could use these concepts to create living situations that suited them better AND were more friendly to the planet and all of that. ALSO very "politically correct" with half the population, easily... very win-win all the way around.

I just wanted to show him the book, NOT give it away, but he convinced me (strongly suggested mentally, so I didn't really have a choice) to let him take it, and of course I did because you can't say NO to these guys.

I missed the book within a couple of weeks and looked for it, the slight memory of having a conversation with a guy about that book in my bedroom at night kept bugging me. I kept saying to myself, "No! That is just a dream! Nothing more! Didn't happen! That book is here somewhere!"

Only it wasn't.

Its 2 inches thick by 9 inches high by 11 inches long. I put it in a specific place because I don't have a lot of places to put things now, my 2 rooms are FULL. Then it was missing (and Cat and Sharn wouldn't take it, they don't care about that stuff, and have been super respectful of my stuff and area!) and it wasn't ANYwhere. I've been looking for that damned thing for a month and a half and it is nowhere to be found. I mean, logically, it HAS to be here.

Only it isn't.

And it bothers me. Most times when The Others take something, they don't return it. I give them things while under their influence because of their mind control abilities and then get so pissed afterwards. I've given them only a very few things, but they were often important to me. I don't have a lot of stuff, so what I do have is precious. They have only ever given back a small wooden box with a baby doll in it and some legal papers they took (I suspect to use for forging??)


Worse, when I try to think back to that dream, I have a slight memory piece that comes to me of feeling them calling me and going to the sliding glass doors to let someone in. I remember talking about my divorce and why I was living where I was. It was just the one guy (as far as I know) not a grey or anything. Also, one of my "jobs" with the Others (aliens or whatever they are) revolves around home design and arranging furniture and decorating. Has been an interest of mine they encouraged and used since I was a teenager. (Yeah, I know how it sounds-- never has 'decorator to the stars' been so close to the truth! LOL!) My giving them a book on co-housing fits with one of my main 'jobs.'

If there's anything to it, and I still don't want to believe there is-- I really want my damned book back!

Nov. 28th, 2016


Back To It!

I've set out to write in this darned thing so many times, and LIFE was just getting in the way. There was finding and buying a home and moving which took 6 months, and then a year more after we moved as my husband of 25 years divorced me.

Long story short-- mid-life crisis on my ex-husband's part. He decided, once we'd finally arrived at our goals (having a 1 acre homestead by the forest, not far from a large town) that he wasn't done being young yet. He left me for 2 much younger lovers (at the same time, its a 3-some) and we were fighting and it was crazy and I was beside myself and-- BLEH! The few strange events that occurred during that time, luckily, seemed to revolve around HIM rather than myself. Those have been dutifully recorded in this blog.

Over a year later, and now I'm living with roomies in Seattle and starting my life over again. Non-creepy house. No 'hot spots' near-by. And except for ONE possible exception (more on that soon) the Aliens/Visitors/Others have left me alone since my move.

Regardless, I still have a story to finish!

Even if the aliens never see me again, I have yet to record in this blog what-all happened during my 20s. I just reached that point in my memoirs before things went all screwy. Also, I think I was fighting a block to release certain information! However, certain things have happened that tossed the block out on its ear: someone else wrote a book that directly addressed the thing I was going to write about and kept forgetting/getting waylaid. Now that its 'out there' already, it doesn't matter if I add to it, right? Anyways, that's the angle that seems to help me write about it again.

I am going to attempt to write in this blog once a week or so until I've got the rest of my memories recorded. I will be writing every other week about techniques to deal with abductions. I've been talking on the phone and corresponding with a few abductees/experiencers and I realized how several of my coping methods have helped them, and I really need to share that with others. Dealing with aliens is a pain in the ass, but knowing what's up and how to countermand that is crucial.

Also--? I enjoy throwing a monkey wrench into the aliens' agenda. It tickles me when so little about this matter does. And I'm an adament advocate (trying saying that 3 times fast!) for other abductees. I write this mostly for THEM. The rest is for myself, because writing helps me to process emotions and come up with ideas. Skeptics---? Are welcome to puruse and judge at will. I don't really mind. I'm not going to argue about the reality of the aliens (or whatever the heck they are!) but a limited question (that can be answered) I'm happy to reply to if I can. I cannot supply proof, and that's not my fault, but if that helps you believe that you can dismiss me and others like me, that's fine. Go on with your life and scoff on your own time. Lookie-loos--? Are also welcome to check this freaky shit out! Its interesting stuff for sure. Definitely stretches the mind to contemplate, so go ahead and read all you like. I will answer any questions given with genuine curiosity as best I can, but understand my knowledge is severely limited.

See you later in the week! (I plan to have several entries written ahead of time, so as not to miss sharing too often.)

Sep. 21st, 2016


Blue Eye Light Going Off A Lot Lately

A little paranormal update for my readers: almost nothing at all has happened to me in AGES! (However, a couple of posts from last summer and last autumn are now up to fill in the only things worth discussing.)

Its been well over a year since I've had anything new to report. No ghosts at the last residence of Windy Firs, and none at the Ghost Lake house near Seattle, either (despite the luscious name!) After all the activity at White Gables, that's been rather restful, I must say.

Alien-wise... I'm overdue for one of their routine pick-ups. At least once a year, I can count on a good old-fashioned abduction, I assume to check all the systems and my health and all that. Maybe to give me a 'suggestive' order for preparing for the future...

However--! I do believe they've noticed that I've moved locations (hundreds of miles) and that I'm no longer with Gerick, my ex-husband who is also an abductee. I base this upon the blue, vaguely oval-shaped light that comes on. I've been told its basically the camera type thing behind my left eye that the aliens use to see what I'm seeing. It goes off on a semi-regular basis at various times of the day or night. Again, I assume its a way for them to keep track of my activities remotely. (And reading material, evidently, since I have caught them uploading info from my brain-- just pages and pages of text.) Anyway, that blue light has been coming on a LOT lately, several dozen times a day, which is way above normal. I expect its to get a layout of my new home--? To see why I'm not with Gerick--?

I wrote a post in July about the x-ray evidence I got recently for that eye-camera implant. Here's a quickie look at it for reference though----

---- notice the oval-shaped device between the pincer-like front (right side of device) and cone/spiral wrapped around the optic nerve at the back (left side)? The device is in the location of optic nerve. This photo is close up of device, which looks almost insectile. Its fucking creepy! (More photos can be found in post before this one.)

I got this from a basic dental x-ray 2 months ago. I am hoping to get a newer, better resolution one (digital) from my current dentist. If I manage this, I will share it as well, of course. Its a 3-D kind of scan, and I'm very curious what this thing looks like! I don't know that I'll have a way to see it file-wise, but I'm going to ask before my last dental appointment in October. So-- that's something new to report, but other than finding evidence for my claim of an alien camera imbedded in the back of my left eye-- activity has been scant to absent.

Which-- since I was going through the divorce-- is a GOOD thing if you ask me!

Jul. 29th, 2016


Anomaly In Left Eye On Dental X-Ray

Coming to the close of my divorce, I'm finishing up all those loose ends- like making sure I use my dental and medical insurance to check things out before I lose coverage and have to get new (lesser) coverage.

As much as I dreaded seeing a dentist, something happened that ordinarily wouldn't: Not only did I get to take a long look at my dental x-rays (including one that went around my head) but I got to take them home with me since I'm being sent to another dentist in town later.

Naturally, I was curious. I have these memories of aliens operating on my eyes and then checking to be sure I could see okay afterwards. This happened the summer I was 10 years old during a family reunion that took place in Boise, Idaho. Later, I recalled the aliens telling me that it was a tiny camera that got attached to my eye, so they could see what I see when they wanted to...

That memory here: http://spirals-end.livejournal.com/9725.html

I noticed afterwards that once a day or so, though sometimes several times a day, for maybe 30 seconds to a minute, I would see a strange, sort of lopsided oval blue light pop up in my field of vision, then fade away. I tried for a long time to see if it was my right or left eye. My right eye sees better but has more pain issues, but ultimately I guessed it was the left, just because of what direction the blue light shape went when I crossed my eyes (which is the only way I can get my eyes to NOT align!)

Cut to now.

I was greatly intrigued to discover that the x-ray does indeed show something strange in the orbit of my left eye, almost exactly where the optic nerve would be! Its shows up very clearly too (so metallic most likely, or some other dense material) and its intricately made and-- well you have to see it for yourself:

Here, you can see my entire x-ray, and that there is a small thing in the left eye (teeth have been blacked out to preserve my privacy!) I took the pic of this up against a window, so if you see foliage at the top, that's what you're seeing. Also notice the right side has nothing like it!

With better lighting, you can see it more clearly-- here I have an arrow pointing at it.

Closer up, it really begins to look out of place...

Finally, the implant (or whatever it is) as close as we can see it before it blurs out too much. Notice the 'front' of the device has almost a head with pincers on it? Holding onto the eyeball? The middle has the shape I see with the blue light-- an odd sort of contorted disk in a kidney bean shape-- almost oval. The 'back' of it looks like a cone or maybe a spiral-like 'tail' going around where the optic nerve should be.

If this is not an animal parasite (and I looked, and no such thing exists that I can find-- but please do feel free to share if I'm wrong!) then perhaps it is an implant. If so, then it is very sophisticated! It has extremely creepy biological mimicry to enable it to 'take pics' or whatever its doing. Using my eye as a camera but somehow feeding all the visual data to some other source? That's what I was told, long ago, and this x-ray seem to corroborate what I was told.

I asked the dentist about the strange anomaly, and he thought it was very odd indeed. He'd never seen anything quite like it before, but he wasn't concerned about it. He asked if I had an accident as a child and got anything deep into my eye. Of course I had not, and I wasn't about to tell him about the alien with the clown wig! Can you even IMAGINE?

Next time I go to an optometrist, I intend to bring copies of this for him or her to examine and give me another opinion. I'm curious what the reaction will be...!

Nov. 19th, 2015


Disputes, Divorce, & Poltergeists Again

Its been many months since I've updated this blog. There is a good reason for this, as I'll explain...

During the busy summer that we settled into our new home that we just bought, my husband became hostile towards me and our two renters (who park their tiny house in our back yard)  became sneaky and conspiratorial, and one thing led to another... and now my husband is divorcing me to be with them. I was shocked, hurt, and enraged (still am as of November) and the divorce will likely take some time, since currently we are not agreeing upon several issues. We've been together 25 years and married nearly 20, so there is much to work out. I will not go into any further personal details here, but I think what I've said pretty clearly illustrates how disrupted my life has become and why its difficult to discuss things in writing. Even my personal blog is nearly blank these days.

Paranormal-wise, things have been extraordinarily quiet for me through the summer and autumn of 2015. No strange dreams, no visitors, no spirits. Nothing. Not that I'm complaining because my hands are quite full these days!

However, it seems that our days of paranormal peace are at an end. I have come to expect that this will be the case within months every time we move. Just like last winter, the activity is centering around Gerick. Since he now stays in the tiny house with his lovers or the garage or pole barn, ALL of the weirdness takes place outside and/or in and around those places. Nothing has happened in the house with me, where it remains blissfully boring.

Until today...

It began quietly a few weeks ago with raps on windows, footsteps in the dark, and strange lights in the forest behind our back yard. Nothing too obvious, but Gerick, Waldo, and Chip kept getting little shocks and scares and feeling watched. The only thing I've witnessed myself is an 8 inch white ball of light flitting and bobbing about 30 feet up weaving in and out of trees. I just happened to be in the rec room one night on the phone and saw it out a window.

Recently, events began escalating. Waldo saw a black mass 7 feet tall walk out of the wide garage doors to the polebarn, not even 15 feet in front of him. The giant-- thing-- took several steps towards the tiny house and then just sort of dissolved. He was shaken, but didn't know what else to do besides go home to his tiny house. It was deep twilight- that dark blue you get right before true night?- when it happened, and he saw things clearly enough to know that there was no conventional explanation for what he witnessed.

A couple of days later (last weekend, actually) Chip was in the tiny house trying to find something while Waldo and Gerick were outside the garage almost 90 feet away. It was night, and they could see Chip through the windows of the tiny house, since the lights were on inside. They started hearing Chip talking to someone, as if on the phone, right above their heads, sounding like it came from an AM radio! Chip's voice sounded flat, lacking resonance, and there was static and other audio interference. It was loud though, and they looked up and walked around trying to figure out where Chip's voice was coming from-- but there was just open air. No neighbors are near-by and there was nothing above them to create the sound-- nor on the walls of the garage or house. The entire time, they could see the figure of Chip himself actually moving around the tiny house, obviously not on the phone or speaking at all, despite what they were hearing.

The event only lasted a couple of minutes and was mystifying to Gerick, but more upsetting to Waldo, who didn't grow up with anomalous events like Gerick, and was unsure how to deal with the impossibility of what he was witnessing.

I am finally posting about all of this because of what happened TODAY...

A sheriff's SUV pulled into our driveway, and I saw a deputy get out and walk towards our front door. I went to open it. Since I'm getting divorced, I'm not surprised if I get served or something at this point. But it had nothing to do with that. He was sent to our house because the phone company (a land line one, mind you!) called the sheriff to say they were getting multiple 911 hang up calls from our address!

I was astonished, of course. I explained we only have cell phones here, and the land lines (or LAN lines if you prefer) aren't even hooked up. In fact, I had plugged in an old analog phone to check the lines a couple of months ago and we don't so much as have a dial tone here! So-- how can they get these auto messages from our address? The deputy double checked his paperwork and it was indeed OUR address that came up. He checked the phone lines outside and nothing was amiss that would explain such an odd issue. I thanked him for checking, but had no explanation for him. He left with a weird look on his face and kept looking up at our house like he was wigged out a little. Are phantom phone calls that unusual? I would think technical glitches pop up quite a bit... don't they? Though perhaps not from the same address. The man looked beyond puzzled though, so I am assuming its not that common.

I suspect that Gerick's subconscious issues are contributing to both what happened last winter and what's happening here now. I think its fascinating that I have not been even slightly bothered in any way by weirdness, though I have been quite anguished in general for many months now. Perhaps guilt over his betrayal of me and our impending divorce is behind the energy and he's creating these poltergeists himself. Or-- perhaps there are genuine spirits or other-dimensionals who are vexed with him and his lovers on my behalf. I confess that part of me would like to believe that explanation, though it is not a charitable one!

The strange events are not related to aliens though-- I don't think. I mean, maybe they've been here without me knowing and created a rift and now shit is leaking through again. That does happen with some regularity, as I've mentioned before. But in this case-? Knowing what I know of the psychological issues involved and the tendency of both of us towards being spirit-energy catalysts!?! I am inclined to rather believe that Gerick is behind it in some way. He's the center of the activity. It happens around him or where he hangs out. If any circumstance could create a poltergeist, I think a man releasing his pretense to heterosexuality and changing his whole life might do it. The fear and guilt and relief must be tremendous.

Except today-- the phone calls came from the house, which is where I hang out. So-- who knows? Maybe I'm doing it. Maybe some of the negative energy of my own feelings of betrayal, fear, and rage are manifesting this as a form of subconscious psychic attack. I certainly haven't felt upset these last few days, so it doesn't really line up that well, but anything's possible.

IF its coming from either of us, or a combination of our energy colliding and conflicting, then I suppose a physical separation will tell the tale. Does the phenomenon follow me or stay with him? Does it dry up completely, never to return? Does it escalate for us both?

All I can do is observe, listen to other reports, and dutifully record. There is always more to learn. However, I would not be faithful to the reporting process if I did not also explain our life circumstances at present (and, for that matter, last winter-- Gerick was acting out towards me and I was confused as to why, though now it is quite clear.)  Emotions, especially during poltergeist activity, COUNT.

Jun. 4th, 2015


A Refreshingly UNhaunted House

Its been many months since I've posted here, I know. However, the reason is simple: My husband and I have been searching for, finding, buying, and then moving into a new home in another state and have since been painting, decorating and "nesting." During this time, however, not a lot happened. I cleansed the White Gables property one final time and said good-bye to the ghosts of Naomi, Jason, and Marlin. I had not heard from them in months- not since the new owners changed and vacated 2 of the units there. I assume the ghosts took over the now-empty apartments and settled in to some much-craved privacy from the living, which may be why we stopped hearing from them.

Meanwhile, we moved here and felt as if we could take a long breath at last!

For once I live in a normal, spirit-free domicile. Since the move, I've noticed how clean and open and empty Windy Firs (the name of our new home) is-- especially in comparison to so many houses I've run into lately, even in Oregon.

There are 2 separate but related issues regarding Fortean factors and my homes. One involves actual human spirits or ghosts who never got on with things. Ghosts usually stay in one home or within a general area, but I've run into passers-by or traveling ghosts who haunted an entire apartment complex and others who were bopping along, found an already haunted place, and apparently stayed on to join the ghosts already there for company. Truly, the Limbo where ghosts dwell is more dynamic and interesting than most could credit! But having invisible people watching you and sometimes starting a ruckus is not the most relaxing way to live, let me tell you. Often diverting, but not comforting generally. You are sharing space with roomies you never signed on for, you know?

At Windy Firs, there are no limbo dwellers or human spirits. I've been here a few weeks now and I feel very confident on that score.

However--! There is the second issue, which is the build up of transdimensional "tears" in the fabric of reality from repeated visits from aliens. Over time, every place I've ever lived starts to become "haunted" by faeries, shadow people, and other dimensional beings of one form or another-- and sometimes that even attracts human spirits eventually, though luckily not often. The point is, though, that one reason I've learned my entire family got antsy and moved so often, and why my husband's family did the same as we were growing up-- and why as adults we tend to move around too often as well-- is at least partially attributable to dealing with the stress of on-again/off-again episodes of weirdness that generally worsen over time and definitely right after a visit from the Visitors and/or Abductors.

Therefore, every home I move to that is free of any human spirits feels amazing to me for at least a while! No strange anomalies. No eerie feelings. Nothing but a place and us and a decided LACK of creepiness! For now, we are in that zone of time and place and I'm very much enjoying it. Its also an indication that no aliens have been around since we've moved. I expect that to change at some point, but for now, I'm enjoying the interval of spiritual peace.

Soon, I will resume and finish my memoirs of unusual events and encounters from my early to mid 20s. Your patience has been much appreciated, and I intend to reward it this summer. Thank you for reading!

Mar. 7th, 2015


Invisible PHYSICAL Beings Stop By Again

Its Friday night. Time to relax after the busy week and let all your cares fall away...

... and maybe be visited by aliens!

We've had weeks of peace. No visits or odd poltergeistic events. Until tonight!

I was making brownies as a treat, and as my yummies baked in the oven, Gerick went outside to the middle of the freshly plowed garden area to where the stumps have been burning for days. He took a chair out there and added a couple of logs and sat by the fire, enjoying the wonderfully mild night. I could see his lit form by the fire as I danced to music on headphones on a Pandora station.

The song I was listening to when everything went down--?

I kid you not, it was a dance rendition of Katy Perry's E.T. This specific mix, actually:

THIS is what I call a "synch wink" because-- hello!? Obvious much universe? Anyone who knows how Pandora works knows songs pop up randomly from a list of previously liked songs and new songs the program picks out that are similar in beat, style, etc. For the record, this song had NEVER popped up on my dance station before, it was a first. I just be-bopped along to it, the smell of brownies permeating the kitchen.

Towards the end of the song, I saw my husband suddenly jump up and start running. I figured he was playing a game with the cats or something, so didn't worry about it. I mean, I could see him out there-- obviously all by himself.

He burst in the door, and I greeted him with a smile as the song ended, and took off my headphones. I checked my brownies, and when I looked up from the oven, I realized Gerick was rather jumpy.

He told me that someone had walked up behind him in the soft dirt!!

I didn't hesitate. I said, "AND YOU RAN AWAY!??"

I rushed to grab a jacket, a bright flashlight, and my rubber boots, because I realized: if this thing walked behind him in freshly turned soft dirt, we could check for footprints!

Then I ran out there, Gerick close behind, and right up to the fire. All the footprints made by people (and no one had been out there since the last plowing) were from the northside of the plowed area to the area immediately around the firepit. I went right up to the chair where I'd seen my husband sitting, and asked him where behind himself he'd heard  the footsteps. He pointed to the left side (if he was sitting in the chair) and I pointed the flashlight there-- and saw fresh (with darker, moister dirt) footprints!!


I went up and checked the path. Then I made a footstep next to one. The person who walked was taller than me (longer feet), close to 6 feet tall I'd guess, and heavier as well, but not by too much (less than 200 pounds?) I had Gerick step next to it, and it appeared whoever it was was a tad bit shorter than he is-- Gerick is 6 feet 2 inches. I'm 5 feet 8 inches. So whoever it was is taller than myself by quite a margin, but not quite up to Gerick's height, based upon foot size alone.

So... NOT Greys. Too tall. Also NOT Blondes. Too short!

And-- I am SO proud of myself because I remembered to get photos!! I always forget to record physical evidence and then later kick myself in the ass. I almost forgot this time, too. But I was inside playing video games with my husband and neighbors just minutes later, and then it came to me and I'm like, "OH MY GODS! We have to get pics!" So, they came outside with me at night to get some shots (our neighbors know all about the aliens, thankfully, and have not run screaming to get away from us yet-- they've seen shadows and heard the knocking too.) I'll get more pics in the morning, but this gives you a pretty good idea even taken at night with weak flash.

You can see the line of footprints going up behind the chair. I checked all around for any more foot prints, but these came from the regular field and through the garden coming from the east side (no one had walked there before this since the plowing-- totally virginal earth.) They went right up next to the chair and to the fire and there I lost the prints in the mass of people prints (mainly Gerick standing next to the fire.)

And here you can see a close up of one of the footprints next to my boot for size contrast. These boots are too big for me so I can slip them on and off very easily. I think they're size 8s and I wear 7s. Also, the person who made the prints wore shoes or boots with atypical (for us) wide toes. Gerick made prints bigger and pointier than these, so it wasn't him (though I saw him get up and run anyways so I already knew that.)


WHY is this important?

Because only a being with human-like feet who is a biped (2 legs) with physical form and weight could make prints like this! Gerick looked behind him and saw no one. Further, when I was looking out (because fire is pretty, even at a distance) I saw no one either. Whoever made these was PHYSICAL, not astral, and it wasn't a poltergeist or some manifestation of someone's mind using psychokinesis. These footprints prove (at least to myself and Gerick) that we are being visited by actual beings who have the ability to turn invisible.

THAT, my friends, is a BIG deal! How long have I been trying to determine for sure? A while! I mean, I have seen them, though not often while fully conscious, and even conscious I usually have my memory suppressed. I know in one abductee's house I knew (okay, it was Katharina or Kay Wilson) some being with very long oddly shaped fingers left a partial handprint in the dust of a banister. I examined that myself, along with a bunch of other people in the support group plus a couple of local researchers I'm pretty sure.

Now here we have either a hybrid or one of the Brunette type human ones coming by for a visit maybe...

I wish Gerick had stopped and spoken to them. I told him he should have leaned down, picked up a handful of dirt, and thrown it at the area above the footprints. But he didn't have a flashlight with him so couldn't see well anyways. As it was, I called out to the land around us, when we first went out there to look at the prints with a flashlight (or torch for you Brits and Aussies) and I asked them to please come up and talk to us.

Nothing happened, of course. Typical and very frustrating!

But I got something! We really got something. I know I can't prove we didn't make those to anyone else. But I know we didn't and its proof to us. I am glad to have some sort of physical evidence that these are real, physical beings! I thought so, but you know-- you have to keep the answer open-ended until you do have more physical evidence. What an awesome night! (Hopefully, we don't get abducted later-- so I'm posting this NOW before anyone uses their mental mojo to convince me not to!)

It probably wasn't ghosts who played with the beer bottle and knocked on the doors and windows in early January-- I bet it was the same beings. Now we know. I'll be damned. =^D

Feb. 17th, 2015


Robin Has Paranormal Researchers Investigate Her Home

As haunted as my apartment is- and some of that may not be ghosts, but rather whatever it is that follows my husband and I around- its nothing compared to the 110+ year old house my oldest friend has lived in for most of the last 16 years.

She and her husband finally bought a much newer and much smaller house in the country, as they have successfully sold their longtime family home. But before they move and hand over the keys to the new owners, Robin called a paranormal investigation group (yes, with all the gadgets and gizmos) to come check it out and find some proof of all the things she and her family have been experiencing for years.

The home itself is a Victorian era farmhouse, situated next to a very old railroad line. At the turn of the century, it was a laundry/tavern/whorehouse for the town. According to rumors, a man died in front of the house after being struck by the train, who may be the man "Tommy" or "Tony" who has been seen. In addition, there is evidence of a bad fire in the scorched brick basement, and a girl of about 7 or so with severe burns has been seen by many as well.

The investigators are checking into the historical records to see if anything matches up with rumors and sightings. In addition, they spent all of last weekend, both Friday and Saturday nights, walking through the house and doing the whole ghost hunter thing with various recording devices. The team consisted of 2 women in their 40s, a man (tech guy) in his 30s, and 2 women in their 20s-- which I heartily endorsed, because too many teams are too male heavy and women, I think, are naturally better at this sort of thing. (Let's face it, nearly every modern haunted house story reports the women noticed things were 'off' first.)

The results from the recording devices are due in about 2 weeks.

Meanwhile, before they began, they cautioned Robin and her husband that quite often they didn't find anything. There was every chance they'd discover a raccoon in the attic or something. Robin shrugged, not even slightly worried. When she stopped by Saturday, the younger members of the team were quite shaken up-- they told her they'd had incidents all night long. By Sunday morning, they told Robin it was the most active haunted house they'd ever investigated! Robin was utterly unsurprised.

Anything I can post later I shall. Since this is one haunted house I helped with for YEARS to keep calming down when things went nuts, I consider it one of "mine" in a way. I just don't have the fancy equipment and a team to back me up.

Feb. 2nd, 2015


Fortean Wave Ended

Just an update to confirm that the last couple of weeks have seen almost no paranormal activity (but for very low ghostly noises in empty apartments of footsteps, doors closing, etc.)

We've had no more obvious and odd shenanigans in or around our own apartment or vehicle. Interestingly, the owls have gone quiet or moved on as well. Take that as you will, I merely make note of it.

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