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EVP… Can they talk from the other side?

I have always been fascinated by EVP’s, or their full name, Electronic Voice Phenomenon. Supposedly those that have passed on to the other side of the veil, which we call “death”, through use of energy and electronic devices, including digital recorders, the dead can communicate with the living.

In other words, you can ask questions of anyone or of specific persons that you wish and hope to contact that has died and is possibly still around within the earthly realm, and the dead can answer back.

There are different types of EVP. Class C, Class B, and the best of the all, Class A. Class A is the clearest of them all.

Here is a run down provided by North Missouri Paranormal Research Society

Class A:The voices are understood by all listen. The words are actually somewhat load and clear. Voices or sound that is universally accepted and undisputed, because it must be understood by anyone with normal hearing and without being told or prompted to what is being said or heard. It can be heard without the use of headphones

Class B:Voices cannot be deciphered clearly and tones are very low and hard to understand. This class ofvoice is more common and can be heard by most people after being told what to listen for. It is usually audible to experienced persons who have learned the skill of listening to EVP. It can sometimes be heard without the use of headphones.

Class C:Voices are extremely faint and almost completely incomprehensible (most common but unexceptionable). Sometimes indecipherable and unintelligible. It may have paranormal characteristics, such as a mechanical sound. Most investigators would apply objectivity and disregard it, but may save it for reference purposes.”

There are others in the classification. To see them, please click on the link above.

Here is a Class A EVP…

I’m a huge Ghost Adventures (Travel Channel) fan. Last night, the guys had helped a personal friend of their and his family. Mr. Galka and his wife lost their daughter, Melissa in 2004. They wanted confirmation that indeed she was still with them. Especially when there was a celebration. Namely her birthday, on Valentines Day. This year, she would have been 25 years old if she were alive today. She was killed in an accident when in her Senior year of High School.

Is this Melissa really communicating from the grave?

Here is part three of the GAC episode, where even more communication has happened.

 

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I’m starting to piece it together…

I had my heart officially grab my throat and hop in to my mouth as my eyes almost popped out my head from the shock.

There are revelations being seen… actually heard. And it’s all coming from my 7-year-old daughter.

I’m not one to brush off my kids when they tell me that they’d seen/heard/felt something. I don’t make a huge deal. But I don’t get to where I just tell them to stop lying/playing games.

I almost cried this morning when I realized what I had. It was truly a light-bulb moment.

As I was cleaning my daughter’s ears (we got new piercings 3 weeks ago), she opened up to me, just talking as if she’s making small talk.

At one point, I had to pause and I listened intently.

She says that she sometimes talks to and plays with a little girl GHOST.

She said that she is about 7 (or 8) years old.

She cannot (the girl ghost) cannot talk, is scared and lonely.

She wants us to be her family.

The girl ghost sometimes DOES giggle.

The girl ghost has moved a puzzle piece of her’s.

…….

Needless to say I was having my heart pound. She described things that I have not (nor has my husband) told ANY of my kids. Especially her.

I’m now more than ever feeling that we (my husband and I) made a mistake. We did NOT lose a boy, Michael. We lost a girl! But the baby was so far decayed in my womb, there was no way of knowing for certain at the time of the D&C.

I have a STRONG feeling it was her breaking that boot salt shaker. It was her that threw that rock at the door to get our attention.

It was her giggling as my husband watched TV that day (and he even said it sounded like a girl’s giggle).

My daughter…. She wants us to know she is with us. She wants to interact with us. She wants us to know she is here and is still a part of our family. She wants to know she is still loved, thought of and wanted.

Only, it took her little sister to make the confirmation for me. Now, I more than ever wish to do some EVP work (both with just having the recorder run overnight, and with us asking questions and letting her communicate).

But I am scared to hear her voice and hear what she has to say. I’ve moved on with my life. I can’t understand her need for wanting to be here. I held on to her for 2 years. But I learned to move on and let go, knowing (at least I thought so) she was with my mother until it’s time for her and I to be reunited.

 
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Posted by on April 15, 2012 in beliefs, family, ghosts, hauntings, paranormal, parenting

 

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Touches and Such..Active Home Again

This past week has been a strange one. Between one of the kids, my husband and myself, it seems that the house seemingly is “coming alive” again, paranormally speaking.

And when it happens to my husband, it is HUGE. He isn’t a complete skeptic. Not anymore. Heck, he isn’t even at 50/50 now. More like 75/25. I had blogged about one certain incident that happened to him a while back that almost completely reversed his polarity on the subject. But it wasn’t enough to completely change his mind. I even tried cookies! (=

Anyways, between the three of us, it’s been exciting. And a bit creepy. Let’s start with the oldest, shall we?

She went in to the kitchen earlier in the week. It was mid-evening, just getting dark outside. She opened the fridge to find something. I think she was thirsty and looked around for drink. She said she closed the door to the refrigerator, with her hand on the handle.

Next thing I know, as I happened to be sitting here at the computer, my daughter comes in to the living room with a puzzled, shocked look upon her face, with her eyes widened. She asked if I heard a “knock” coming from the kitchen. I told her no…

That’s when she exclaims that she heard a knocking coming from INSIDE the fridge! She didn’t dare open it and she said it was loud enough that I SHOULD HAVE been able to hear it myself. She didn’t go in to the fridge for a couple of days after the incident, thanks to it freaking her out so bad.

As for my husband, he had a strange, but not scary experience. Let’s just say that I think that the “extra cat” of the house finally made it’s presence known to him.

He was sitting here playing his POGO games, minding his own business the other day. Doing the usual thing. It was midday and wasn’t doing anything out of the norm, per say.

Out of the blue, my husband turns around with a look upon his face that reads utter shock and disbelief. Then out comes, “did something rub up against my leg?”..I sat there, with this odd look upon my face. Like “what the hell are you talking about?!”. Then I asked what it felt like. And he said like a cat was rubbing against him.

One problem…All three cats were OUTSIDE. Our Bearded Dragon, Gobi is NOWHERE near able to brush up against anyone in the manner my husband described. And all three of my kids are long out of the “crawling” stage.

So, we chalked that one up to the “ghost cat” in residence that I have seen (from the corner of my eye)on countless occasions. The strangest part is that it is almost a spitting image of my cat, Shadow. And it happens so quickly, it’s as if the cat is elusive on purpose.

Then, the same evening as when my husband had his experience, I too had a strange occurrence of my own.

As a mom, you have this innate ability to sense things. Even with your eyes closed and having music blaring in to your ears with headphones on (as to drown out the crowd while TRYING to take a small siesta). This includes people walking in to the room and those walking past you in said room.

Once or twice before, I have written a post regarding Shadow People. They are dark-looking figures with no real identifying features. And they can be seen even in pitch black darkness of a room, being that they seem DARKER than the room that they appear in.

Never once did I actually SEE anyone/thing go past me. But I felt it’s presence and I also had “seen” the shadow whisk past me through CLOSED eyes. One reason I knew it was NOT a living, breathing soul was that it walked briskly past me TOWARDS the side coffee table on my side of my bed. As if it went through the lamp and through the wall right behind me. The wall leads out to the basement foyer and stairs to go up to the main area of the house.

And, not only did it happen ONCE. No. Of course not! It happened three or four times. Almost back-to-back. Each time, I opened my eyes to see an EMPTY room, with the bedroom most-of-the-way shut (as I had it).

Stupid ghost! Bad enough my kids don’t always leave me be to take a little nap. Now the ghost(s) have to bug the crap out of me too!

 

Please READ ME! (To all of my readers/followers)

I have decided to take a Blogging Hiatus for the Summer.

Due to different factors, including, but not limited to the fact that my readership is apparently down, and the time I take to piece some of these together (mainly on one of my other blogs), I think this is the best option for me at this time.

There’s chance that I will post once in a while while on this hiatus. But I am looking for this to be once in a blue moon, of sorts. I have a lot on my plate. And I feel that I must remove some of my “activities”, with Blogging being one of them. And quite possibly, using Twitter, as well.

I’m hopeful that you all will understand. But it’s time to put my family, Summer activities (if any) and above all things, MYSELF first, above the Blogosphere.

Thanks for understanding. And I’ll see ya around, my friends.

P.S. ~ I plan on posting this in all four of my pages.

 
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Posted by on June 5, 2011 in blogging, blogs, family, follower, respect

 

Big Grandma’s Story

My husband’s Grandmother is lovingly known as “Big Grandma”. No, not because she’s “fluffy”. But because she is a Great-Grandma. So when we tell the kids that we are going to HIS grandma’s, we tell them we are going to “Big Grandma’s”, or as my son now lovingly calls her, his “elderly” Grandma (lol).

Yesterday, we went over to her place to give her our Mother’s Day gift of a re-blooming lilac plant and the school pictures I’d promised her. We met up with my husband’s parents there and my MIL got her new yard flag and her pictures of the kids as well.

As myself, Big Grandma and my in-law’s were sitting around, talking, Big Grandma told us something that honestly, made my jaw drop. My MIL took more stock in it though than my FIL did, as I watched the expression on his face as BG told her amazing story.

Per her count, BG has now had two times of this experience happen to her. But in two separate locations of her house. Remember too, BG is 86 years old, that she is now a widow and lives independently and is for the most part, sharp as a tack.

Big Grandma usually doesn’t go to sleep until the wee early hours of the morning of the next day. She is an avid bookworm. So, she will read a good while, then turn the TV to something and finally drift off to dreamland.

But apparently one night, as she was not really tired and by her account NOT asleep or dreaming, she witnessed something out of the ordinary. Especially to her.

Standing just a few feet from her, near the dining table, which sits in the spacious living room by it’s large windows, stood a faceless woman in period dress, with a bonnet and long “house dress” from what sounded like the Pioneer days of the 1800’s.

This faceless woman said nothing. Did not move or come towards BG. BG said she just stood there. And apparently was there for a good length of time before fading in to the thin night air before the old woman’s very eyes.

A while later, as in sometime after the first appearance, this woman in period dress, who again was faceless, was spotted in BG’s bedroom, as she laid in her room, trying to fall asleep for the night. Again, she was awake by her account. And she remembers exactly what the woman was like from the time before.

By what I understand, before the house was there, in which they’ve (her and Big Papa, before his passing earlier this year) lived in their home for a good 25 years, was nothing but pasture. And quite possibly a log cabin home (think Little House On The Prairie home) was there way before their home was placed upon its foundation. And this lady that BG witnessed coming to visit her was fitting in with the possibility of such a thing happening before her home was there.

By what I heard, shockingly of course, seeing as I never have seen, heard or even thought of Big Grandma being the “type” to believe in such things as ghosts, it sounds an awful lot like a residual haunting. Like whomever lived in that area of the land before is just trying to retrace the steps of a place that is no longer standing.

The lady figure never, in either instance spoke according to BG. Just stood there, “looking” at the frail lady with her faceless body, only to fade in to nothingness before her very eyes.

I’d love to figure out how to find more information about the land that the house currently stands upon. This could get QUITE interesting.