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So I have started writing a book about ghost hunting. I am not the most kind about some things but I feel it is affective. I am going to coppie and paste the first chapter and I would like you all to tell me what you think. Chapter 1 Jumppy Dust Hunters Need Not Apply By: Rev. Amy J. Vincent Of the South West Michigan Paramormal Society
What is paranormal activity? It is an event that occurs that can not be accounted for by conventional science. Let's look at the most popular phenomena, and those are orbs. Chances are that if you have a picture of one of these it is dust, a bug,rain,or snow. All of these things in any picture will show up as a ball of light or a dark blure . If you can say within reason that it is possible that what you have caught in a picture could be dust, well that it more than likely is. There are far to many jumpy or other wise over excited people that will label something very normal “paranormal” because they are excited. Please don't get me wrong I am happy to see so many people get excited about the paranormal. That being said when you take a picture of dust and you post it on the Internet as a ghost you are doing a great disservice to the field of research that you so dearly love. I have seen far to many of these pictures in recent years. If you are in a cemetery that has dirt roads and it is a dry night(as most people do not take their expensive equipment out in the rain) you are more than likely going to kick up dust and you will catch it in a picture. I have a great many pictures like that. The picture below is a great example of one of those. (For you guys just go to my page and look at my pics they are the ones labled DUST I could not get the pictures to copy)
This picture was taken by me at a local cemetery out of the car window. I have dozens just like it. I would love to say that it is a picture of ghosts, but I know better. I have taken the time to think about where and when the picture was taken. Many people do not do that, and as a result we are inundated with pictures of bugs, dust and even cigarette smoke. Cigarette smoke has been labeled as “smoky figures” “hazy forms” and my favorite ectoplasm. I know it sounds absurd, however when you find your self looking at a picture you took do you ask your self any questions about what was going on around you at the time the picture was taken? If you answered yes than good for you and if you said no then read carefully through this next paragraph. If the source of the “smoky anomaly” can not be seen than you may have something. However if it is clearly coming from behind the camera that you can not count it as paranormal. Where is the camera when you take a picture? Thats right! Next to your face! What happens when you breath out on a cold night? Your breath steams. Right? Than you take a picture of it and label it as paranormal. Every person and child over the age of 4 knows that when you are out on a cold day you can see your breath. It is the most un-paranormal experience you could have next to being in a house with dust. Now lets say you get a picture of a “smoky anomaly” when you are out side and you can clearly see that it is not coming from behind the camera. Look around you. What is the temperature? Are there any decaying leaves on the ground. Compost emits heat. It will steam like dog poop and you will be able to take pictures of it. This is a common hazard when investigating outside at night when the temperature is cooler. I am not saying that every orb and every mist has an explanation. What I am saying is, look at everything, consider everything in the environment around you. Then, and only then, if you can not explain what it is that you are seeing should you label it “paranormal”. You must understand that there are a lot of people out there whom are looking to the investigators in this field for knowledge. They are scared and feel alone in what they are going through. Then they go on-line and see a picture of dust labeled as ghosts, and from then on every picture they take in there home that has dust in it, is a ghost. Every time they take a picture of the part of their yard where they have a compost pile they are going to think that it is a ghost. They are scared and all the help they got was the pictures that mis-represent what it is that we are trying to prove by taking the pictures in the first place. All they get is worked up by people that are being far too care free with what they call a ghost. What you publish and post affect the people that read it and see it. You affect the other researchers, because you misrepresent a group of people that are already thought by others to be jumpy and excitable by behaving jumpy and excitable. Jumpy dust hunters need not apply to this field. You hurt more than help. If by some grace you find your self in a situation where you can control your self, and look at all of the environment around you than by all means please present your evidence. Other wise keep it to your self so that you do not scare unsuspecting people in need.
It is a short chapter and I amy end up extending it and ranting a little more, but it is what i have for now. So I would relly like it if YOU my colleges would let meknow what you think!. Thank you With Much love And a wish for a happy holiday season
Amy
Tags: Jumppy Dust Hunters Need Not Apply
So My best friend is about 3 years younger than me and WAS a huge fan if the band N*sync. (LOL) Well As I was 17 and able to hang out on the street all night and she was not I got voted to stay in line with a friend of hers to wait for tickets.(to a concert that you could not have paid me to go to, I digress) So I went to her friends house to pick her up and head down to the state theater to get in line. I had never been to the house before in my life. As I pulled into the drive I had a funny feeling about the place. You know how you can tell the funny feeling that you get like you are being watched. So I knock on the door and the girl lets me in. She was finishing up her home work and tells me to make my self at home. So I went into the living room and had a seat. But I just could not shake the feeling. So I got back up and started walking around trying to be quite as to not disturb any homework doers. I can to a spot at the foot of the stairs and felt compelled to touch the wall. The vision or memory that came to me was over whelming, and I found my self ready to vomit. I went back to the living room and sat down trying not to think about what I had just experienced. Then I heard something falling down the stairs. No one else was in the house. The girls mom was at work and her brother at the neighbors. She was in the kitchen. So I got up to see what had fallen. She meet me at the stairs and picked up the pretty high heal shoe that had landed at the foot of the stairs. I must have had a look because she asked me what was wrong. I told her that I had had a vision... I saw a man throw a small girl around age 4 down the stairs. Then I saw the little girls mother fighting with the man at the top of the stairs, then I saw him stab her 26 times with a kitchen knife. I told her that I was sorry that I was not trying to freak her out. To my shock she said nothing. She just walked into her moms room and got out a box. In it was a library print out from a news paper clipping.( I guess the girls mom had done some research) It told the story that I had told. Father in a rage a the child threw her down the stairs she hit her head and was killed on impact. The mother went crazy and took a knife up to kill the man only he killed her instead. The murder happened 10 years prior to when I walked into the house. That would have made me 7. I had thought I was crazy for a very long time before this. I thought being Psychic was a joke. That day changed my life forever. It proved to me that I was really telling the truth, because before then I just thought that I was just having a mental problem. I help people with my gifts now even when I am in a hospital bed. I have learned that I can do more than see the past of a place or feel that something bad happened I can communicate with the dead.... But that is another blog all together.
Tags: Murder Story
Well I ended my last blog by promising to tell you all about the time my dead grand father saved my life so here it goes!
When I was 16 I moved out of my parents house and in with my boyfriend. I wanted to keep going to school at the high school I had been at but our apartment was about 20 Miles away. So He got me a car and I drove to school down the high way every day. One day I was on my was home and this semi started coming over into my lane. I honked my horn and flashed my lights but he just did not see me. I had been trying to pass him he ran me off the road and into the gravel. Well any other person would have put the car in neutral and let the car come to a stop... NOT ME. I gunned it trying to get ahead of the semi. I was very young and had very little experience in high way driving. So as I was on the shoulder and in gravel I went into a skid. I went skidding in front of the truck and back into the gravel 3 times before the car stopped. About 3 people stopped one of them punching the trucker for being so careless. The other 2 were with me a young mother and a middle aged man. He asked me if I had spilled a bottle of High Karate after shave. I told him no. I did not even know what High Karate was They all said they did not know how I had kept the car under control. And to be honest with you neither do I. There was a point in one of the “loops” that I made where they thought I would become air born. I skid so hard in the gravel that by the time I got home my tires were flat because I had stones lodged between the tire and the rim. When I got home shaken and upset, I called my mom and I told her what had happened. “Mom I just almost died” “what happened now” ( I was quite the trouble maker when I was growing up) “I just got ran off the road by a semi” “are you ok” “yeah I'm shaken up but my friend is on his way with some tequila” “Amy!” “I am kinda stumped though. Some people stopped to see if I was ok and they were asking if there was High Karate after shave in the car. They said it smelt like I had spilled some” .....Silence.... “Amy did I ever tell you my daddy used to be a race car driver” “No? Why? did I inherit his wicked awesome driving skills?” “No Amy but he was never away from home without his high Karate”
So He must have been there. That is the only solution to the puzzle. He must have stopped that car from flipping and or hitting that Semi.
The text time I blog I will tell you all about my first investigation! You will all laugh as much as I do now.
Tags: Dead Grandpa Saves My Life
So My first blog was about the residual haunting of my child hood home now I will get into the haunting that interacted with us. It all started before I was born when my parents were still without children. Back in the 60's. They had had one of my Moms friends come to stay for a week. She only stayed one night because the baby would not stop crying. When my parents told her that there was no baby she freaked out and left within the hour. Then My parents adopted my oldest brother. As he grew my parents found that he had a play mate that they could not see. He would roll the ball and it would roll back to him. Up the slant! Then things would get moved around. My brother complained that the lady would bug him in his sleep and this is something that happened to all 4 of us kids. We would sit in the living room and watch things move on their own. The spirits hated Halloween I think it offended them, because we would hang decorations and then go out, and when we would come back we would find them ALL on the floor. If it was just one then we would have been like “ok whatever the take just lost it's stick. But ALL of them?!! Then there was the stuff that went on out side of the house. It always felt to me like they wanted in but they needed us to ask them in. My sister saw an alien, my oldest brother saw an old man, my other brother saw “the holy spirit” and I saw a lady in a night gown. And all of us have said that it seemed like it wanted the same thing. IN. None of us ever gave it that, and now we all need to sleep with the curtain closed because we don't want to wake to see people looking in at us.
There was also times you would see a young lady with knee length blond hair that would walk through the house. My dad got up and chased her down the hall one night because we were all in bed and he was afraid that she wold hurt us kids. When he got to the end of the hall she was gone.
So that's it about that for now there are other things that I have experienced but I will leave those for another day. Like the time my dead grandpa saved my ass on the high way.
Tags: My Second Story
I have had far to many experiences to recount them all in one blog as I have a very bad cut on my finger right now and I am a wimp. So I will only list the one that really got me interested in the paranormal. Because it confused me for so long as it was so unlike the rest. I was raised in a haunted house it was built we were told by our neighbor on an Indian burial ground. If it had any native origin at all it would have been a mound built by the “moundbuilder” Indians that were pushed out of the area my the Sioux. I have always from a young age thought that it was built on the foundation of a pioneers cabin where the family was killed off by some sort of plague. Later research says that this is very close. Although rather mixed up with all the history of the house. There had been 3 homes in the same spot since the area was settled around or after 1830. The abstract to the land was rather vague up until the 1940's. We were unable to find out what happened to the first house, but around about 1890 to 1900 another house was built on the site. We do not know what happened to the people that lived in the house when it was first built, but we do know that by 1920 there was a young family living there that had 2 young kids. They all died of a flu that swept through the area some time in the 1920's. However this too was only hear say from family's that had lived in the area for a few generations. Around 1940 that house was gone although it is unclear why, and a new house was built. This is the house where I grew up, and although it was condemned and plowed under in 2004 I still believe that the grounds are haunted. Now that I have given you a history of the house and the grounds where it now rests I can finally get into the good stuff. When you walked into the front door of the house you would first see the bathroom door as it was directly in front of you. To your left was the living room. If you were sitting in the living room you would hear the front door open, and out of the corner of your eye you would see a man walk into the house and straight into the bathroom. I am the youngest of 4 and have 2 older brothers. Many times I would be told to give one of them a message I would hear the door open and see the guy walk in out of the corner of my eye. When I went to relay the message through the bathroom door there would be no one there. At the time it scared the crap out if me, but as time went by and I researched more I realized that it was residual and was nothing to fear. I know this now because there was no interaction and it always did the same thing and fallowed the same course. That leaves the ghosts that could talk and sing me to sleep BUT I guess that I will tell those story's another time as it may take a while to go over it all and I am tired from being up all night with my newly "fixed" cat and puppy. Thanks for reading and I hope you found it interesting. I cant wait to get on and read about all that the rest of us have seen!!! .
Tags: My Experences
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