Ghost Busting 101

My husband, DeeDude, is a fan of the paranormal television shows. He likes to watch, “Ghost Hunters”, with Jason Hawes and Grant Wilson who work during the day as Roto-Rooter plumbers and who investigate haunted houses at night. He also likes, “Paranormal State”. This is a group of college students who formed a club called the Penn State Paranormal Research Society. It’s led by Ryan and has a neat psychic who assists named Chip. I have come to enjoy the shows too and if you click on the links I think you can watch some of their episodes online.

When I became a psychic there wasn’t a school to go to and I didn’t have a whole lot of direction. I read books about psychics and I would occasionally go get readings from psychics. To this day on my birthday I usually spring for a reading for myself from somebody I’ve never met before just to see how they do it. I learn from other psychics.

So, too, could I learn from these television shows.

As a psychic, though, I really haven’t had a whole lot of experience with ghosts. I’m a channel and I talk to guides and spirit teachers and the spirit of folks who have passed on. Looking back over the psychic experiences I’ve had over the years I might have had contact with ghosts, but I’m not totally certain. From what is related on the shows it’s a possibility, but again, I’m not 100% certain.

When a friend of DeeDude’s asked me to come to her house to investigate the ghosts there I was thrilled.

Now, I’m a plain channel. I’m no nonsense. I’m not as flamboyant as I used to be years ago when I drank. Drinking for me really loosened me up and I could give over to the whole experience more than I do now. So, basically, I guess I’m sort of dull.

I also channel anytime during the day. It doesn’t have to wait for night. I realize that night is spookier than day. I also realize that all those ghost hunters and paranormal investigators have other things to do during the day. Don’t we all? I do too. I’m a psychic secretary. But, I figured that talking to a ghost would likely be very similar to talking to dead guys when I am channeling.

I thought about it all as the days led up to our meeting. I knew certain things about the situation. I knew that the house was built over a cemetery. The lady had reported to me that they heard a baby crying during the night and that baby was never their own. They also heard noises during the day.

The day arrives. That morning DeeDude was watching one of his shows. It was funny because I was in the study and I heard him yelling from the living room, “It’s not going to work. You need to get the Catholics.” I thought, “What the hell?” and went out to see what was going on. In this particular show they were doing an exorcism to rid the family of their ghost. It was a Protestant minister conducting the exorcism. I went back into the study and would periodically hear comments from DeeDude as the show continued. Then I hear him say, “I told you. I told you that you had to get the Catholics in.” So, I wandered back out to the living room to come in on the tail end of the exorcism being conducted by a Catholic priest and some assistants. A member of the family was talking to one of the assistants to ask about the roses they smelled. The lady smiled and said that was the sign of a successful exorcism; the smell of roses was a sign of God’s grace. I thought it was interesting. DeeDude was still wound up and hooting around about how only Catholics can do an exorcism right.

On to our meeting that afternoon. I went with a girlfriend because the drive was long and I am not accustomed to driving outside of my own neighborhood. We arrived at the house and spent some time in the front courtyard before we met with the lady who had invited me. The courtyard was absolutely enchanting. I felt very good there. I couldn’t tell that I was having any psychic hits. I was not channeling anybody. There just didn’t seem to be anybody there to talk to. I don’t say things like, “Hello? Is anybody there? Where are you?” I used to in my earlier days, but now as a channel if somebody is there to talk to they are there.

When we went inside the house she gave us a tour. You can walk in a circle around the house. I asked what was upstairs and she told me that they have never been up into the crawl space upstairs. She pointed out that under a piece of decking in the back yard were stairs going down into a root cellar. Nobody had been down there either and from the manner in which she told me this I understood that this was a spooky area and nobody wanted to go down there.

I understood the lady and her husband were somewhat anxious about the things going on in the house.

Her daughter was with a friend and some neighbor hood girls who were babysitting while we did our ghost-buster thing. Everybody appeared to be relaxed and having fun.

I still had not gotten any sort of uneasy feeling or psychic hits about anything.

Then, as we paused in the hallway she told me about the sounds of a baby crying they had heard over and over again during the night. As she told me the sounds had stopped in their frequency after they had gotten a baby monitor I had my first psychic hit. I told her immediately my feeling was the ghosts were interested and protecting her little girl. I said they were testing her to see that she would be a good mother and attend to the well being of her daughter and once she’d gotten the baby monitor things had calmed down a bit in that regard. That had a feel to me of the truth of a direct psychic hit.

The other thing that I’d been thinking about all week was that to my way of thinking ghosts would be as reasonable as anybody else. The business with the television showmanship of provoking a ghost or talking to them in a less than respectful fashion just didn’t seem right. Working on that premise I sent out my psychic feelers and came back with the following information: I felt there were a number of ghosts involved. It was their home as well as the people who lived in the house. My thought was there was no reason why everybody couldn’t live together in peace.


The first thing everybody always wants to know when they are channeling is who they are talking to. Names are sometimes difficult because when you get into a mode of trying too hard nothing works. I have always said to folks that they could just assign a name to their guides and go from there. If there is to be a change in name down the road then that’s fine too, but in the interim you’ve at least gotten over the bump of what your guide’s name is. I figured we could go that route with the ghosts in this cemetery. Right then the name Jack came to me. It really doesn’t matter if it’s real or not, Jack works okay.

So, I told her she could call their ghost spokesperson Jack.

I also tell people who want me to relay messages on to their loved ones who have passed on that they don’t need a psychic to do that. They can talk to their loved ones themselves. It doesn’t matter whether the things they want to say are out loud or just silent thoughts, even snippets of thoughts work. Your loved ones can hear you. I am totally convinced of this. You might not be able to hear them, but they can hear you anytime, anywhere, anyhow.

I figured this was probably the same thing with a ghost so I told her that she could talk reasonably to Jack and in return Jack ought to be reasonable back to her. I just figured it could be that way.

No fuss, no muss. Plain speaking. And the message was, “Thanks for looking out for us. We are interested in living here in peace with you. You were here first, but this is also our home. Please stop with the noises you are making at night to awaken us. Please stop with the crying baby alerts. We’re on top of it, though we do appreciate the time you are taking to make sure we are vigilant parents. Have a nice day.” Something along those lines would work.

What occurs to me now as I write this is that the ghosts might be interested in a little conversation once in awhile. She’s reported to me that the baby crying has continued. Maybe the ghosts just want to talk.

The last neat thing that happened was the day after our ghost-busting her husband smelled roses as they watched television.

Awakening Psychic Abilities

The way you make changes in any part of your life is to practice in your mind and believe that the thing is true.

For instance a person who practices their golf swing over and over in their mind, day dreaming about it, seeing it, feeling it, really getting into the imaginary day dream about their perfect golf swing is likely to be able to execute that same golf swing out on the golf course too. Practice your Spanish? Imagine cooking? Sew a seam? All of those things can take their place in your imaginary day dreaming.

So, how to apply that to awakening your psychic abilities? If you work on the premise that you are already psychic that helps. If you work on the premise that the “signs” are there already and you are just not noticing that works too.

So how are you supposed to notice the “signs” being given to you from the great beyond? Become more aware. How? Think sensory overload. Think radios, internet, television, people at work, telephone calls, clamor, clamor, clamor. Think of how much is going on around you at any given moment that you tune out in favor of concentrating on only the things you feel are worth noticing. You already know how to tune out clamor. Think now of things psychic that you would like to know about. Often those signs are quiet.

Okay, so perhaps you need to get quiet. You seek a quiet mind. Meditate.

What’s meditation going to do? It will help you to settle for a little bit. It will show you in the beginning just how active your mind is. It’s hard to meditate. Get a book about it. There are lots of ways to go about it. I would suggest short periods of meditation. Don’t think you are doing any good by saying you were able to sit for 4 hours mediating. That’s way too much. You would need a meditation coach for that sort of meditation because the first thing that is going to emerge is all the psychological crap you’ve buried for years. So, do it slowly at first and get a book to help you.

Another thing for you to do is start keeping a journal to record your impressions, your dreams, whatever floats your boat. This is a private journal. Meditating however long you do it has a way of getting you to cough up the phlegmy gagging mucous of your own psychological stuff. Getting it out onto paper helps for you to make a start at sorting it out.

All of this is helping you to notice things.

Take up a hobby. Perhaps something that you’ve always wanted to do and just never allowed yourself the time to indulge yourself. Get lost in it. I don’t know why this step works, but it does.

Read stories of other psychic’s lives to see what they experienced. It might happen this is something you can relate to.

Be prepared for the reasons you initially began this journey to change. For instance, you began with the idea that if you were psychic people would stop picking on you. You’d be able to frighten them into a position of awe. What’s going to happen is as you chip away at the barriers between your non-psychic self and your psychic self you’ll also chip away at the insecurity you feel. Once that’s gone your reason to be psychic will need to change because you will no longer care what people think of you.

Being psychic is not going to make you a more powerful or wealthy person. Being psychic is going to put you on the fast track for taking care of your own psychological and emotional growth and, I believe, will enrich your life.

The Stand - What I'm Reading

So, I’ve been sick with the flu for the last week and a half. I took 3 days off from work last week, was sick all weekend and tried to go to work this week. Monday I made it. Tuesday I was sick again. Wednesday I made it. Thursday I’m home sick again. I think tomorrow will be okay to be at work. If I have a coughing fit (which is what plagues me most these days) I can just go into the conference room and cough my brains out for awhile until it is over. Hopefully, by tomorrow I won’t be having them anymore.

Anyway, I’m on the mend. It’s been a tough flu. My temp got up to 103.8 when I visited the doctor last week. Not swine flu, but enough of a flu to lay me low. My diabetes numbers have all been real high. On a brighter note, I lost 6 pounds which hasn’t come back on yet, so maybe will stay off. Haven’t been this low since I quit smoking more than 8 years ago.

Anyway, early on in the course of this sickness with all the H1N1 news going on in the world I decided it would be appropriate to re-read, “The Stand” by Stephen King. This was the first King book I ever read and the one that got me hooked on him as a writer. I’ve read it at least 3 times. This version is paperback and was updated somewhat. Also, there are parts that were cut, but I’m still enjoying it.

So, I’m about half way through. Frannie has a bunch of excerpts from the diary she is keeping as she, Harold, Stu and Glen Bateman make their way first to Vermont and now on to Nebraska. They’d met up with 2 people, both dead now, so their group swelled briefly is now back to their smaller size of 4. To bring you up to speed, Glen is a sociologist who absolutely cannot help himself but to ponder the existence of mankind after the Superflu (Captain Trips) hit. The Army had developed this horrible flu. There was an accident and it got loose and in the space of a month’s time it killed most everybody in the world.

Harold is younger than Frannie and they knew each other before. Frannie is pregnant, though nobody knows about it and Harold pretends that he is in love with her, that he is the smartest in the group, that he should be leader and he is an absolute butt. Frannie feels obligated to take care of Harold because he is the younger brother of her now deceased best friend. Stu was almost at ground zero when he and his town were exposed to the people who had escaped the accidental release of the flu. The army moved in to quarantine everybody and became extremely interested in Stu Redmond when he did not develop the flu. He escaped their clutches. These are the survivors.

Anyway, I want to wrap this up and get to the point of what I wanted to say. Had to take 20 minutes out for a horrible coughing fit and I don’t think it’s quite done yet.

In Frannie’s diary she’d been recounting a discussion they’d been having about the dreams they all seemed to be sharing, especially of the guy they’d started to refer to as, “The Dark Man”. Purely evil and out to stalk all of them. On the other hand was Mother Abigail who is 108 years old living in Nebraska who represented what was good in the world. Some were being drawn to The Walking Dude and others drawn to Mother Abigail. But, the discussion they were having was how odd it was that they were all having the same sort of dreams. Glen, the sociologist said, “Whenever something overtly paranormal occurs the only explanation that really fits well and holds its interior logic is the theological one. That’s why psychics and religion have always gone hand in hand, right up to your modern-day faith-healers.”

Now, remember, I’m a psychic channel. That’s key to what’s really funny here. Because just as I read that part one of the guides said to me, “Well, who are you going to talk to in the dead of night?” Maybe it’s just me, but I thought it was funny.