Storytime pt 2

   I had spent the day locked away from those who wished me gone.  Trying to make them understand had long since become something I cared not to do.  Let them wonder,  I thought to myself.  Let them have a moments peace without the reminder of who walked amongst them.

   I stifled a small laugh.  A chuckle,  to be true,  as I added a dash more of this and that to my mixture.  I watched as the fire danced,  embracing the pot like a lover.

   What a lovely scent,  the aroma of intent.  The words flowing from my lips like a song.  Lyrics written in my soul,  seared in my mind by years of lonelines.

   Unnecessary,  really.  I had never needed the pomp and pageantry of ritual to accomplish what I wished.  I needed no alliance of Gods or rare ingredient.  I simply wished and it was.  What I wanted would materialize,  before my very eyes, regardless of time,  distance or nature.

   This had been to my detriment in the beginning.  The beacon that led all eyes to me.  As a babe it had,  understandably I must admit, struck fear into those whom had witnessed it.  I cannot blame them,  really.   I can only imagine their astonishment watching a rattle travel through mid air only to land in my tiny hand.

   Ahhhh....how they must have tried to convince themselves they imagined it.  Tis a pity I cannot fully remember those times.  My only knowledge stems from stories told in whispers not meant for my ears.

   No....my own memories are far less comforting.  They are swaddled in tears and pleading for understanding.  Cloaked in resignation when realized compassion will never come.  Housed in a heart made of ice that burns like fire knowing the only reason they live is because I show them something never given to me.....

   Mercy.

Storytime.......

   They told me it would fade.  That the urges simmering under my skin,  desperate for release,  would dim and slide into oblivion.  They told me this.

   They promised me.

   They said I should fight it.  That it wasn't "natural".  I thought that exceptionally funny at the time.  Even more so,  now,  as I think on their naïveté.  How little they knew of whom they spoke to.

   I would watch them, you know?  Behind guarded eyes,  hiding what they feared most... I watched them.  I catalogued every sly glance.  Every snear hidden behind empty smiles and placating words.

   I listened to hushed whispers behind closed doors.  To heartbeats racing trying to determine if I were near.

   I felt their fear.  Warm like the summer sun and just as stifling.  A combination of something you want and a terrible burden placed upon your shoulders.

   Balance.

   I've come to learn this describes my situation very well.  Balance.  Good or evil,   one cannot exist without the other.  You can't know the saint if you haven't met the sinner.

   It's all very logical,  you see?  My presence justified their insecurities.  Their need to band together for something.  Anything.  To consider themselves above reproach.  Free of judgement from the atrocities they commited when thought to be unseen.

   Yes.....I was that diversion.  I took the spotlight off the elephant in the room.  The question that no one knew the answer to. The reason why their simple words to ignore the very essence of my being would never bear fruit.

   Oh yes..... how little they knew the silent one waiting in the dark corner,  shadows cast over her eyes.  How so very little they knew.....

WTF....... REALLY? REALLY!

   Nope.  This isn't a paranormal blog, folks.  Not tonight.  It IS,  however,  really important so please keep reading.

   It has come to my attention that some people who are out there in "social media land" are NOT who they appear to be.  True...true... I know we all know this.  Hell... It happens all the time,  I'm sure.  Seen it myself,  first hand.  What's scary,  though,  is the lengths people will go to trying to fool people or to simply fool themselves.

   My latest run in with this was on facebook.  You know....the "one step up from MySpace,  family oriented" facebook.  I started to wonder about some of my "friends" on there.  Certain red flags were being noticed and that little warning bell went off in my head so I began to check into it.

   Yep.....you guessed it.  Fake pics.  One right after the other.  Stolen off the internet and used to lead others to believe this was the actual person they have interacted with.  Personally,  I think it's sick.  I am so thankful I learned my lesson on trusting people to be honest on social media.  I can't imagine,  now,  using something like twitter or facebook as a dating service.  Not after all I've seen.

   I guess the reason I'm writing this is to remind people that the internet is a fantasy land.  BE CAREFUL!!!  A friend of mine even showed me how easy it is to fake your location on facebook.  Can you believe that????

   Use good judgement,  folks.  Don't disclose ANYTHING to anyone you don't really know.  Protect yourself and your family.  I'm not saying people like this are dangerous,  but,  you can't really be completely sane if you are stealing pics and claiming them as your own.

   #foodforthought

   Blessed Be )O(

People, please...

   I want to start off by saying how much I appreciate all who follow my Twitter and facebook accounts.  I simply would not have the success I've had without you.  Trust me.... I won't forget it.

   That having been said I have to acknowledge a bit of bullshit going on. Quite frankly,  I'm pissed.  This is not good,  people.  I don't like being angry.  I'm mean as hell when I'm angry.  So.....for the betterment of those around me I'm going to address the issue head on and leave my blanket warning out there for ALL TO SEE.

   Do NOT try and pull me into some sick little game that doesn't involve me.  If you have a problem with someone,  take it up with them.  If your problem exist only in your mind,  let your multiple personalities duke it out.  Do not..... I repeat DO NOT follow me and post vulgarities on any of my pages.  They are not only my personal pages but professional pages,  as well.  Yes..... I have blocked you.  Yes..... I have also reported you and filed a legal complaint.

   It won't end there,  sunshine.  You continue I will use my resources to verify your IP address and name and will,  in turn,  file legal charges.  Yes..... I can do that.  Yes... I WILL DO THAT.

   Consider this a formal notification to ANYONE who thinks it's a good idea to continue this behavior.  To everyone else who makes my day brighter and helps me expand my knowledge and experience in the paranormal field.... LOVE YOU.  Let's keep doing what we do best and stay on track.  We don't have time for Junior High bullshit like this.

   Blessed Be )O(

Well....that was strange....

   I've been talking with a friend about the belief that paranormal activity is stronger at night than it is during the day.  We are both of the opinion that the time of day is irrelevant.  That the spirits in question aren't under the same day/night constraints that we are. That time may,  quite possibly,  mean nothing.

   Funny how our opinions of these events are shaped by what we see on TV.  It's like people think if you're not seeing it through nightvision it just didn't happen.  Yeah.... I think that's silly too.  I've been lucky enough,  or unlucky enough depending on how you look at it, to have quite a few experiences in broad daylight.  I'll share them with you if you promise not to chuckle....

   It was quite a few months ago when  I was in my van,  at lunch,  talking to someone on whatsapp.  Y'all know what that is?  It's an app where you can talk,  text or voice message each other. On this occassion we were voice messaging.  He was at work (driving a truck) but was driving through a neighborhood we were considering moving to once I moved there.  Long distance relationship....didn't work out,  for the better,  I think.  Anyway...for whatever reason while I was waiting for his next message I listened to the one I just sent him.  You can imagine my surprise when I heard a woman's voice,  over mine,  saying "that's horrible".  I had to listen to it 3 times to make sure I heard it right.  Then he listened closer and heard it too.  Was unbelievable!  I caught a class A EVP in my van during the middle of the day.  Personally,  I think it was my guardian sending me a warning.  Lol.

   The other one I was gonna share with you happened just a couple months ago.  I was getting ready to interview Dustin Pari on a radio show I cohost called " Edge of the Rabbit Hole".  I had just gotten home from work so I hopped in the shower.  Yes.... I do my show in my jammies.  Anyway.... I was in the shower about 6 pm... Still daylight...when my sons speaker,  that I was blaring music out of,  flew off the counter and landed on the floor.  Weird,  I know,  but I got out of the shower and picked it up.  Afterall... I wasn't finished serenading the neighbors.  As I got back in the shower the two razors I had sitting there flew off the shelf and landed at the other end of the shower.  Ok..... I know that I should be used to this but even I have my limits.  And the bathroom is OFF LIMITS.  I shared a few colorful phrases,  loudly,  with my "visitors" and they went along their merry way.

   My point of telling y'all this is pretty simple.  Don't let TV or celebrities shaped what you should see or not see.  Don't put unnecessary limits on what you can experience.  The paranormal realm is within reach at any time of the day.  Open your eyes and ears.  You may be quite amazed by what makes itself known to you.

   Blessed Be )O(

What makes me happy...

   I got a call today from my dear friend, sista from anotha mista, Gwen Clapper. She's the founder and lead investigator of BPI based out of Virginia. Ya'll look her up on twitter and facebook if you haven't already.

   Anywhoo...today was no different than any other day. We often send messages back and forth, daily, just to keep eachother in the loop of "goings on". What made this particular message so noteworthy for me was the content. She specifically called to let me know I was right on a case. Now...bear in mind I couldn't remember the specifics of what I had told her, previously.

   But Gwen did. Not only did she remember....she had kept all the correspondence for proof. Bless her.

   Apparently, what I had told her brought some closure to a family. It brought joy and remembered love. It gave a voice to the deceased. Amazing.

   Btw...I'm not talking about me. No sir. I'm not amazing. What IS amazing is what this family was able to find out and that Gwen was thoughtful enough to tell them it was me.

   You see? That's the all powerful PARAUNITY we've been preaching about. It doesn't matter that as soon as I pass a message along I let it go. If I didn't, trust me, I'd go crazy. Lol. What mattered was giving credit where it was due. No egos. I would have NEVER known the difference......but Gwen WOULD have. I'm contacted all the time by people for readings or remote viewings. I speak it then forget it cause I have to. The reason I keep doing it is because of people like Gwen. The people who do this cause it's in their blood. In their souls.

   Just like it's in mine. Can you say the same? Food for thought....

My NP Paranormal family

   It has been a year since I started working with NP PARANORMAL based out of Sheffield, England.  A year of ups and downs. Laughs and tears. A year of amazing investigations and some that left us scratching our heads.

   I met this wonderful group of people during a very hard time in my life. A time where I wasn't really sure where I was going or if I was even on the right path. I was somewhat lost, if I'm being honest.

   You see...I had been burned in the past, by teams and individuals who had a use for what I do but not for me. This made me quite "gun shy". No one, not even the team, will ever truly understand the courage it took for me to message them about one of the pictures they posted.

   I was not disappointed.  Not only did they accept me with open arms, and a little healthy skepticism  (lol), their families welcomed me as well. I've lost count on how many investigations they've, lovingly, allowed me to participate in. I've lost count of the endless hours of conversation we have shared about the paranormal and a whole mess of day to day things.  I've lost count of how many times they've encouraged me and made me feel like I was one of their own kin. Hell...they've even yelled at me and told me to "suck it up" when I was sad and wanted to crawl in a hole. Lol.

   But most of all they have shown me what good friends and AMAZING paranormal investigators they are. They may not get out as much as they would like. They may have suffered through some hardships and changes but that has only made them stronger. They have ALWAYS had their fans best interest at heart. They never compromise. They never cheat. They hold their heads up with dignity and grace.

   Although more changes are on the way, with Karl Porter having to step back due to work changes, I'm certain Abby Thompson and Dave Newton will continue to seek the unknown. They will continue to educate and entertain their fans like they always have. These three are gems. Priceless in my eyes. Karl, I'm sure, will pop in from time to time. He loves this too much not to. I sure hope he does, anyway. But...rest assured....NP lives on. There are those who tried to make sure that didn't  happen, not so long ago. Didn't work then...not gonna work now.

   So...everyone...raise your glass to my peeps, please. Show them some respect for all they do. Most importantly for renewing my faith in a field that had long before lost its shine. I love these people. Always will!

   Blessed Be )O(