I wrote a blog about this same subject on the DOGS MySpace page dated April 16th, 2009. I was fresh off my investigation with East Side Paranormal at U.S. Grant’s Boyhood home in Georgetown, OH. I hadn’t even been investigating for more than a year and a half. The wide-eyed wonder and newness of this still hadn’t started wearing off. In the blog, I mention having read that those of us going out and actively seeking the paranormal become almost like a beacon to it. Somehow the spirits know we’re out there looking for them, seeking the answers, and they tend to hang around us—or at least the energy of the encounter does. I said this because on the digital audio recorder I had next to my DVR camera, something spoke my name. At that time, I was floored, and a little scared. I remembered thinking, “Oh my God, now they know my name!”
Admittedly, I’m an avid watcher of a lot of paranormal TV shows. Of course, there’s the obvious ones (“Ghost Hunters”, “Paranormal State”, “Ghost Lab”, “Ghost Adventures”) and the not so obvious (“Ghost Whisperer”)—I guess I basically gravitate to anything with either “ghost” or “paranormal” in the show title. When they come out with a show called “Ghostly Paranormal”, I’m sure I’ll watch it too. But what I’m noticing a lot of lately is that my interest is turning away from the technical side of these shows (the equipment, the evidence), and I’m drawn in more to the story--specifically that of the spirits, the story that tells about why they’re haunting a place and what happened to them.
I’m not going to cop to being a sad sack and crying at the end of every episode of “Ghost Whisperer”, at least not in a public forum like this. What I will say is that as I close out our third year of investigating, I’m finding myself becoming more empathic about what’s out there. It’s almost like I can feel what they feel: the despair, the sadness, the wishing that they had more time. Let’s face it, most of the time, if there is suspicion of an entity haunting somewhere, the circumstances surrounding it are quite tragic. Whether it’s suicide, murder, traumatic death, or whatever, the emotional energy is there in the environment to be picked up on. Maybe this is my psychic side finally deciding to show up and rear its head? More than likely, I could probably do well to get myself on a daily anti-depressant! Regardless of that, I’m discovering that I’m more sensitive to these spirits’ plight.
Now, how does that affect me as an investigator? Having a look at our case files in chronological order might offer some insight. If you notice, in the past year or so, they’ve become more detailed. This is especially true of our last case in Kettering. I don’t know if that’s because our group has gotten much better at investigating these cases (especially during the “pre-investigation” interview) or if I’m just getting wordier in my descriptions of the cases. Either way, it’s beneficial, both to our group (and the archival process) as well as the clients. I think that our presentation at the Kettering-Moraine library back in October helped our core group members feel like we do know what we’re talking about. All the book reading and watching of the para-TV is finally starting to pay off. Our knowledge of the theories surrounding the paranormal is getting much stronger (as evidenced by the Q&A session following our presentation).
I can feel myself being drawn further into the whole “what happens to us after we die” discussion. I have my own opinions that I’ve shared with others (which are going to be included in the book I’m writing). I have found there are a lot of other teams having similar theories and thoughts.
To close this blog out, I’d like to finish up with what I started talking about earlier. On the investigation I did with East Side Paranormal when I thought I heard my name being called. It took a while for me to get to it, but I finally synced the audio up with the video footage. What I found was that one of the investigators from ESP was leaning over the camera and whispering my name. It took me about a month, which during that time, I was nervously wondering if the “ghosts were gonna get me.” It wound up being someone trying to prank me. And it worked…until the evidence proved otherwise.
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