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May 1, 2012
Haunted Lighthouse in St. Augustine, FL
Since so many paranormal events have occurred at the St. Augustine Lighthouse, I decided to pull together some key information from various sources into this one posting. Over the years, visitors and staff members alike have definitely experienced a lot of strange things. Many paranormal investigators have studied the lighthouse, including the popular TV team, Ghost Hunters. So if you haven’t visited the place, put it on your “to do at some point in my lifetime” list.
Photo courtesy of the State Archives of Florida
Historical Background
The present day lighthouse sits at the northern tip of Anastasia Island directly across Matanzas Bay from downtown St. Augustine. In the evening, from downtown, you can see its beam sweep across those waters and then shift out over the Atlantic. Erected in 1874, the building was preceded by a coquina stone structure originally built by the Spanish. In fact, the Spanish had maintained a watchtower near the present day site ever since their arrival during the late 1500s. Before the Europeans arrived, of course, Native Americans freely roamed the area.
What People Experience at the Lighthouse Itself
Historical photo from the lighkeeper's hom
Each night, staff members lock the door at the top of the lighthouse that leads outside to the viewing balcony. Periodically, they find the door open in the morning. There is a security system but but no alarms sound.
On occasion, people see the figure of man at the top of the lighthouse at night even though the place is closed and locked.
At times, people smell cigar smoke at the base of the lighthouse. It is always cigar smoke and there are strict No Smoking signs everywhere on the lighthouse grounds.
A Special Lighthouse Story
Photo courtesy of Greg Dillon, www.greg'sgallery.net
Even though the lighthouse became automated in 1955, someone still needed to monitor the beacon in case something went wrong. One night, the caretaker realized the light had actually ceased functioning. Immediately, he walked rapidly in the darkeness from the old lightkeeper’s house towards the lighthouse entrance. With each step though, he 
thought he heard someone walking behind him on the gravel walkway. But when he turned around,there was no one there.
Brushing off his experience as imagination, he continued walking only to once again hear those gravely footsteps behind him. Again, he still found himself alone. Unnerved a bit at this point, the man rushed into the lighthouse and up the stairs. This time though, he could hear footsteps ringing on the metal stairs behind him.
When he finally got to the top and checked the lighting mechanism, he found nothing wrong. As he threw the switch to restart everything, the beacon started functioning again. Not wasting any time or waiting to listen to phantom footsteps, he ran down the 219 metal steps.
For three nights after that event, the beacon again stopped working. Just like before, the caretaker found nothing wrong and was followed just as he had been that first time. He did, however, acquire the habit of taking a flashlight and gun with him whenever he went to the lighthouse after sundown.
The Lighthouse Keeper’s House (Serves now as a museum and gift shop)Some sort of presence is often felt.
People get startled by their experiences but don’t seemed to be threatened by them.
People often experience cold spots.
In the brick bottom floor where the old cistern is located, people have seen the shape of a tall man. One staff member saw this shape in an doorway. It appeared gray in color against the dark room beyond. As the staff member stared in disbelief, the shape simply merged with the darkness.
At times, chairs are moved or overturned
In the gift shop, staff and volunteers will find items have been moved out of place overnight. Sometimes items disappear only to reappear at a later date. Music boxes will turn on by themselves.
A Special Story About the Lightkeeper’s House
In the 1960s, the old Lightkeeper’s house was rented to a man who periodically had guests. On two different occasions, guests reported seeing the exact same thing: A little girl in a frilly dress who stands in a doorway and then disappears.
Tracing Some of These Paranormal Events to the Past
One unverified story is that someone, a lightkeeper or a helper,
hanged himself from the lighthouse.Another more traceable story has it that a tragedy happened during the construction of the present day lighthouse. 5 little girls were placing in a handcar set on a railroad track. Somehow the handcar went out of control and ended up in water where three of the children drowned. Two of them were the daughters of the construction supervisor for the lighthouse.
If you care to research the lighthouse, its history and its ghosts a bit more, you might find these links useful:
April 22, 2012
Goodreads Contest Ends Up As a Paranormal Event
Studying and writing about the paranormal as I do often leads me into some very interesting experiences. Often, those experiences are “coincidental” in nature but so far above the possibility of randomness that they make me stand back in wonder. It’s at those times I realize what I’m observing is something emanating from a source that demonstrates the unity of all things. 
Carl Jung used the term synchronicity to describe such happenings. In his work, Jung validated the world of the paranormal and classified synchronous events as part of that world. If it’s good enough for Jung, it’s good enough for me.
Back in March, I got a startling taste of Jung’s synchronicity through a very unexpected source. During that entire month, as a promotional effort, I offered to give away a limited number of book copies on Goodreads, a website catering to over 7 million readers. One of those books was An Explosion of Being, the true-life story my wife Barb and I wrote about paranormal explorations.
Photo courtesy of Florida Memory Photographic Collection, Florida Department of State, Division of Library and Information Services
The first edition of Explosion came out many years ago and in it, Barb and I did some psychic probing of a major Florida tragedy that occurred in those days called, The Skyway Bridge Disaster. In a nasty storm, a ship struck this bridge down south of St. Petersburg, destroying parts of it and and sending 35 people to their deaths in the waters below. I say that glibly now but at the time, I felt anything but matter-of-fact. In addition to the sadness I felt at such horrible loss of life, my family and I had traveled on that bridge more than once. It could have been us.
OK, enough of that. Now, back to the Goodreads situation. As soon as the contest ended, the Goodreads people sent me the names of the winners and their addresses. Beforehand, I had purchased pre-stamped, Priority Mail envelopes. When I got those envelopes, I just glanced at them to make sure they were definitely pre-stamped but that’s as far as my inspection went.
Only about halfway into my stuffing those envelopes with books did I take a closer look at the stamp. Truly, I had to look twice before I would believe what I was seeing. There on the stamp was an artistic rendition of the new Skyway Bridge.
As if that wasn’t enough synchronicity, I went online to see how long the stamp had been in service. Issue date, February 28, 2012, exactly one day before the start of the Goodreads contest. I must have “coincidentally” purchased my envelopes right around the time those stamps were being presented to the public in St. Petersburg.
I can just see Jung nodding sagely and saying, “See!”
Click here for a recent blog posting I did on the Skyway Bridge Disaster.
Click here for the USPS announcement of their new stamp.
Click here for the Goodreads website.
April 21, 2012
St. Augustine History: A Pirate’s Near-Death-Experience
In the early days of old St. Augustine, Florida, pirates haunted the waters surrounding that Spanish colonial city. They attacked many times, stealing everything they could, burning the town and its wooden fort, and killing Spanish citizens. It got so bad that the colonial government began building a stone fort in 1672, within which all 1,000 inhabitants could take refuge in times of danger.
Unfortunately, it took twenty-three years to build what became known as the Castillo de San Marcos. 
In the meantime, government officials, soldiers and regular folks kept a wary eye on Matanzas Bay and beyond to the Atlantic Ocean. Pirate paranoia was a constant state of mind. Spain’s continuing conflicts with the British didn’t help this situation at all. Attack by warships from the Bahamas could happen at anytime.
In 1684, such a British fleet started out for St. Augustine but lost ships in a storm. The fleet commander, Thomas Jingle, aborted his mission but decided to take his remaining vessels just north of the city near the St. Johns River in order to restore his supplies of 
food and water. What Jingle didn’t realize was how carefully the Spanish kept a watch on that area. Sentinels saw the ships and when a boat from one of them arrived on shore, all the men on board were captured and herded back to St. Augustine. In charge of that boat and it’s small crew of six was a ship’s steward named Andrew Ranson.
Upon their arrival in St. Augustine, the Spanish governor, Juan Marques Cabrera, had the prisoners tortured. He hoped to gain vital details about Captain Jingle’s further plans. For his trouble, Cabrera got no such information but Ranson’s crew turned on him by saying their leader was indeed a pirate. Exasperated, the governor gave the crew ten years of hard labor and ordered Andrew Ranson to be executed by garrote–slow strangulation from behind. Ranson protested his innocence but to no avail.
With his back against a pole on his day of execution, Ranson clutched a rosary. Soon, the executioner threaded a rope through the pole, put the loop around Ranson’s neck and slowly turned a handle six times. After twitching for a short while, Ranson ceased moving. Thinking to make sure he had done the job correctly, the executioner gave the handle one more good twist. The result stunned everyone in the crowd. The sturdy rope actually broke.
Immediately, Father Perez de la Mota rushed to the body only to find Ranson still breathing. Believing a miracle had happened, the priest and his associates rushed the prisoner to a religious sanctuary. The good Father and his associates had actually believed in Ranson’s innocence from the beginning. Because of that, they felt sure their prayers had been answered by God.
The Castillo de San Marcos
Dazed but happy to be alive, Ranson awoke to a huge controversy. Governor Cabrera had demanded that his prisoner be returned for another, and final, execution. Father de la Mota in return had refused saying it was the will of God for Ranson to live. This argument went on for three years until Cabrera was finally transferred. Seeking a compromise acceptable to all, the new governor, Don Diego Losada, offered to give Ranson amnesty if he would live at the construction site of the Castillo (fort) and use his excellent building skills to hurry its completion.
In the end, everyone agreed. Ranson helped to complete the Castillo in 1795 and in 1702, he was granted full freedom for helping to defend St. Augustine against the British.
April 20, 2012
FLorida Library Association Conference Book Signing
Selling books on the paranormal while talking to librarians from across Florida here in Orlando recently (April 18-19) was wonderful fun. There were only four of us authors there amongst all the commercial vendors which was great. Two authors at a time shared a table but that inconvenience was mostly overshadowed by our high visibility placement .
An excellent promotional aspect was a large sign right at the entrance to the exhibit hall in the Wyndham hotel letting people know which authors were available during what days/times and what books they had to offer.Very nicely done except somehow my wife Barbara became Deborah. Barb is co-author of our book, An Explosion of Being. Even so, she seemed to suffer the identity crisis just fine.
The crowds were good, book sales went well and the FLA staff couldn’t have been any nicer or more helpful. Am I going back next year? You bet, if they’ll have me.
Any authors looking for a good book selling/promotion event should definitely consider this one for next April. Click here for the FLA website.
Thanks Ruth, Sharon and all the FLA folks! You all are fantastic.
Paranormal Q & A, Part 1 – The Skyway Bridge Disaster
In our book, An Explosion of Being, my wife Barb and I explore many facets of life and the paranormal. In this category of blog postings, you will find some of those explorations quoted directly from selected chapters. In each instance, after deciding on a topic we wanted to probe, Barb would relax completely and I would ask the question. The result was channeled communications flowing through Barb from what we simply called, The Source.
This posting focuses on the May 9, 1980 Skyway Bridge Disaster that occurred in the Tampa/St. Petersburg area. It comes from chapter 7 which is titled, “Life and Afterlife as Learning Concepts” and it is being told from Barb’s perspective. Photos of the bridge, courtesy of Florida Memory, Florida Department of State, Division of Library and Information Services:
“THE SUNSHINE SKYWAY BRIDGE stretching over a portion of Tampa Bay loomed before us. Roadways reached gently upward to disappear into the towering maze of steel girders at the summit. Our lane of traffic was diverted to the left-hand span of the bridge, turning what was usually a one-way flow into two-way movement. Progress became sluggish as we began the slow incline, leaving the road to our right vacant and strangely lonesome.
“Brake lights flashed as Doug guided the car towards the crest of the roadway, finally bringing us to a full stop just inside the entrance to the huge metal structure. Looking toward the right, we stared at a chilling sight. Abruptly ending in the swirling sea air over Tampa Bay was the twin span of the bridge, leading nowhere.
“Stretching for over 1,000 feet, that bridge, normally used by southbound traffic, no longer existed. The kids, minutes before, had pointed out the twisted wreckage lying on the sandy beach. But, sitting there, stalled in a line of cars, the view of that incredibly empty space to our right, forced the awesome impactof this disaster to etch itself into the family consciousness.
“Several months before our trip, a barge, pushed by hurricane force winds and blinding rain, rammed the bridge. In the furious storm of that early morning, the structure collapsed, sending cars, a bus, and tons of metal crashing into the bay. More than thirty people were killed, some of them small children. If the timing had been right, we could have been among them, and we shuddered.
“Closeness to catastrophe often stimulates a certain amount of introspection and questioning. We were no exception to this process, but, unlike most people, we later went to our trance communications to capture whatever explanations might be offered:”
“Q: Tell us what purpose was involved in the Skyway Bridge Disaster.
“A: Everyone has to find a play for existence in this realm. You (Doug and Barb) are too attuned to desirable ends with your lives. This purposeful circumstance will show more meaning in your time. But, be sure to weigh yourselves carefully, as each event is connected with another set of circumstances that will also be headed as ‘tragic’ one day.
“While your friends of life are encountering these disasters, they are playing their role as indicated prior to times onset there (in physical reality). Your feverish anxieties are still being held as a way to unravel existence. This I see as a token of myself, as I too was once exploring possibilities of death around my arms’ lengths.
“You are both (Doug and Barb) being able to complete this hazard, in a form which will softly open others’ ideas to history, as yours are freeing themselves now. Be quickly observant and understand that these people (bridge victims) are uniquely placed, as each has a silent marker on him in time. These (markers) help to distinguish a path for each who comes to know astounding differences in life’s ways.
“Those who are closely related (relatives of the bridge victims), are a part of a mass who need ultimate understanding. These people (bridge victims), therefore are chosen to show a mass that the way of life is death.
“Shower yourselves with these thoughts as they will help to control your emotional reactions. These events are ‘disastrous syringes’ that penetrate the developing psyches of all on your plane. Be quietly patient and advise your peers that while these deaths were painful, that pain is lost as they (the bridge victims), are freed from their continuous efforts of being in your society of ideas and practices.
“You need to un-control your web now, as it has tangled your vibrations of understanding. Peace will come to those who appreciate my aggressive research from within their realm of reach. “While accepting my ideas of death, you must also propose a solution to your own demise, as I will say that yours (Doug and Barb’s) also has become a part of a plan which will end in a cycle of wonderment from others. Therefore, should you decide to answer this, your framework will become a receptacle for others to hold near.
Top - Old Skyway Bridge Bottom - New Skyway Bridge
“As in many of the previous writings, the notion of intricate, spiritual purpose surrounding pain and disaster, again was laid before us. As potentially acceptable as that philosophy was in the abstract, our physical nearness to such agony and loss of life forced us to wonder if this understanding would actually help those remaining family members of the bridge catastrophe.
“If we were the ones facing that loss, would the pain have been any less, or would our abilities to recover somehow have been enhanced because of our knowledge? In all honesty, Doug and I just didn’t have adequate answers.”
Click here for an article on the Skyway Bridge disaster.
Click here for a video that includes the original coast guard communications right after the collision.
April 19, 2012
Paranormal Events in Families, Part 4 – The Car Horn
Lt. Walt Dillon, 1942
Paranormal occurrences that affect physical things? This story tells about two such events and they come directly from my own history. In fact, they were the sparks that put my wife Barbara and myself on a road to intense paranormal exploration. In fact, I wrote about those experiences in the book I co-authored with Barb titled, An Explosion of Being: An American Family’s Journey into the Psychic. So, instead of rewriting that material, I copied it directly from the book and reproduced it here.
You see, this all happened shortly after my dad died. I was in my early 30s and shattered by the loss of my father. As part of trying to help my mother settle Dad’s affairs, we were at her house when the first event occurred. Since Dad was a retired military officer, the Air Force had sent representatives to assist Mom in acquiring her benefits. We’ll pick up the story as those people arrive at the house.
“During one of those hectic days soon after Dad’s death, a shiny blue Air Force car pulled into the driveway of my parents’ home. Two very somber sergeants, well-practiced in the ways of grief and the details of military benefits, stepped out of the shimmering August heat into the coolness of the air conditioned house.
“Sid Brewer, a family friend and retired Air Force officer, was there to guide us through the detailed procedures. Sid and I sat facing the two sergeants over the dining room table, by then covered with documents. The exchange of necessary information droned on for a while, until my attention was diverted.
“‘Whoever is blowing that damned car horn had better cut it out,’ I thought angrily. The noise continued, until I finally got up and opened the front door. Now the sound blasted through the heat, further stirring my anger. No strange cars were visible, just 
the Air Force vehicle and Dad’s empty car parked under the oak tree a short distance away. The blowing horn was coming from Dad’s car! Sid and I opened the hood and pulled out the wires, resulting in exquisite silence. “Must have been the heat that set it off,” Sid commented. I agreed, but somehow the event jarred my already unsettled psyche.
“The next morning presented a raft of estate-settling tasks. My plans included using Dad’s Ford to make my rounds of the Social Security and V.A. offices, but I hated to drive without a horn. Just on the chance that the problem had rectified itself, I reattached the wires. No exploding repetition of yesterday’s noise, so with a couple of test honks, off I went to downtown Orlando and my list of appointments.
“The Social Security office was overflowing with people. When my turn finally came, the representative was helpful and efficient. Briefcase in hand, I was soon out the door, walking toward the parking lot. Dad’s car was angle-parked only a short distance from me, and in a few steps, I was directly in front of it. My mind was a jumble of sadness and financial details, when suddenly the car horn went off with another continuing blast that shook every fiber in my body.
“I was stunned. For an instant, I froze in mid-stride, and automatically looked for a driver sitting in the front seat. No, no one was there—just me and this crazy car blowing its brains out. Once the wires were disconnected I continued my errands but with an uneasiness that could not readily be put aside.”
After these two events, Barb, Mom and I wondered if just maybe Dad was trying to communicate with us. In the end, I rejected that possibility until I told my aunt and uncle about the car horn events during a phone conversation. Only then did they tell us they had actually seen dad in their living room on the day of his death. They didn’t want to tell us because they didn’t think we would have believed them. They lived 1,2oo away.
April 17, 2012
Combines history, spiritual awakening, adolescent growth through crisis, 21st century shamanism, and just sheer fun
Review of Young Adult paranormal book
The St. Augustine Trilogy: Book I
(On Amazon.com and Goodreads.com)
By Steve Ballou, Manchester, NH
I finished reading this book yesterday. There are so few books that combine a picture of history, spiritual awakening, adolescent growth through crisis, 21st century shamanism, and just sheer fun in the process of knowing more about who we are as human beings. There are three characters in the story: the young, cocky boy who is challenged the most to expand his awareness, the young, pretty girl who is stronger and smarter than the boy (thank goodness for Jeff!), and, the archetype wise man who teaches them both about maturity under duress. Together, they help us understand how history does impact us, how our ancestors sometimes ask for our help in letting go of the past, how we can tap into an inner reservoir of Spirit that is truly endless in its ability to heal us, awaken us, play with us and love us. The only problem with reading Book I is that I will have to patiently wait for Book II and Book III to be finished! So, go for it, read this book and pass it on to any adolescents that you think might need to see that life holds a great deal more mystery, adventure, joy and healing than can be imagined. Thanks, Doug,for writing such a great book!
April 13, 2012
Saving Lives and Building Communities: The Water Project
Clean water. In the developed world, we take it so for granted and waste it so freely. At the same time, nearly one billion people, especially in Africa, have very limited access to this life giving resource. Without such access, one child dies every 15 seconds. 1 in 5 children who die before age 5 worldwide, dies of a water related illness. These illnesses kill more people each year than wars and other conflicts combined. This is suffering on a massive scale.
Young Boy Collects Water in Central Kenya
Children, especially girls, and women, must walk miles every day to find even the small amounts of filthy, disease ridden water they are able to use. For those who live through all of this, they can expect:
Illnesses that incapacitate, not allowing adults to work or children to attend school
Unwatered fields, ever dwindling food supplies, deep hunger, and starvation
Continuing poverty and inequality
Clean water!! For these people, the shift away from needless death and out of poverty, illness, inequality and hunger begins with it. If there is one crucial element in lifting 1/6 of the world’s population out of this mire, it’s drinkable, accessible water.
Sierra-Leone-girl
When a well is sunk in a community using local labor, water begins to flow and hope returns. When the community is involved in every step of the process, the people become educated partners who make sure their newly developed resource is a sustainable one. Gardens spring up, often managed by women, kids go back to school, sanitation improves, death and disease rates fall, and solid economic development begins.
The thing is, it takes a great organization to makes this all happen and continue into the future. When my daughter and her husband-to-be introduced me to the Water Project, I knew I had found an international nonprofit group doing such work that I could truly support and recommend to others.
Here’s the deal. I have just set up a fundraising page on the Water Project’s website and made the first contribution. Yup, you’re right. I need your help and invite you to join me in this very worthy effort.
It takes about $7,000 to construct a good well and that’s what I’m trying to do. To go just a little beyond that cost, for extras, I’ve set a goal of $10,000, but I can’t do it alone. Construction won’t begin for 6 to 8 months but I’m certain with all the goodhearted, compassionate people I know, and will get to know, we can make this happen in that time. No contribution is too small, truly.
Click here for the link to Doug Dillon’s Fundraising Page. After you donate, the Water Project will keep you advised of our progress. Once our well is in place, you will be able to see it. While you’re on the website, look around and check things out. Bookmark this page if you like and keep track of it yourself.
Come on in, the water’s fine. You won’t regret it.
On Sending Flowers to a Writer
Warning! If you know a writer, be careful how you acknowledge that person’s efforts in the publishing world. Case in point.
My wife, Barb happened to be home one day when I was out running errands. When I got back, she eyed me with raised eyebrows and pursed lips. Finally she said, “And, ah who might be sending you flowers?” Flowers? I had no idea what she was talking about and said so. “Uh huh,” she replied with an even more intense stare while pointing to a long 
fancy box sitting on the kitchen counter.
“For me?” I asked, truly surprised. No one but Barb and my mother had ever sent me flowers before. “You’re name’s on it, not mine,” Barb said. Slowly, the suspicious look on her face began to make sense. Oh Jeez, I wondered, who did send those things to me?
“Sooo, open it up and let’s find out,” she prodded but her tone was still, shall we say, ever so slightly accusatory. She might tell you differently but that’s how I remember it.
“Sure,” I fired back, grabbing the box and trying my best to exude as much innocence as possible. The problem was though, no special occasion existed and flowers are not usually what a guy sends to another guy.
“Very pretty,” Barb said, once I opened the box, and they were, gorgeous, in fact. The thing is, her words didn’t come with a smile, instead they were expressed through a bit of a frown.
Needing to put us both out of our misery, I finally ripped open the card. Much to my relief, it was signed by Al, my old college buddy and his wife. The flowers were their way to congratulate me on my recent publishing ventures. Totally unexpected. Barb’s response? “Good thing!” Yeah she softened after that but innocence aside, I definitely felt I had dodged a bullet.
My advise to you is this. If you’re going to send flowers to a writer friend, give fair warning. I’m emailing this posting to Al so he’ll know what ripples preceded the full appreciation of his gift and what to do next, if there is a next time. Thanks again, Al. I think.
April 5, 2012
Paranormal Investigations: The Upscale House
Our first guest blogger in this arena is Director and Lead Investigator for California Paranormal Private Investigations (CPPI). Peaches is her name and she has hundreds of cases under her belt. Peaches, I'm so delighted to have you join us today. Please, tell us all about The Upscale House.
Being an almost full time paranormal investigator for the past 5 years, I have been able to understand spirits a little more. Mostly they're like us…they have feelings and when something upsets or startles them, I can sometimes feel that emotion when I'm near them. I've felt their anger, hurt, confusion, and joy.
During an investigation at a rather upscale home a few years ago, another investigator had an "image" in her head of what the spirit looked like. When we went into the owner's study, we noticed some pictures and the investigator said, "That's him! That's the guy I've been seeing!" When we spoke to the homeowner, he indicated that was his father, and that he had passed away nearly 30 years ago.
The activity in this home had started up about two and a half years ago and their nearly three year old daughter was seeing something in her bedroom which frightened her. She now would not sleep in her room.
We were told about the activity that happened in the nearly 5000 square foot home 4 year old home. I emphasize that the home was only four years old because many people believe a property needs to be very old or historic for anything ghostly to happen. This home was near native land, but after some research, we were told it was not an ancient Indian burial ground, as nearly all property is jokingly believed to be in California.
Once the investigator who recognized the man from a photo as the deceased grandfather, he was able to actually speak to him. The spirit relayed information that there was a dark presence outside of the home, and he, the grandfather, was there to protect his new granddaughter. We've found that spirits can appear when something notable happens in a person's life—such as a crisis or a birth—and this spirit came calling when his granddaughter was born.
We told the spirit that he was actually scaring his granddaughter, because she didn't know how to verbalize what she was seeing. The emotion I felt afterwards was so intense. My heart sank and I could almost feel the room become so pressurized I couldn't breathe. Tears ran down my face. I told the grandfather spirit that he could stay but he needed to keep his distance from the family since the granddaughter didn't exactly understand why he was there.
The family was extremely grateful that we were able to find the reason for the haunting and talk a little sense into the spirit. Even though we knew why he was there, being able to make the daughter understand was going to be a different task for the family. They were okay with that, as long as they knew who or what was in their house.
This is the reason I'm a paranormal investigator. When I experienced paranormal happenings in my life while growing up, I didn't have someone to contact in order to help me understand. To have situations like this, to actually feel what the spirit feels is something unique for me. Yeah, and this what keeps me searching for answers as to why spirits stay here and how we can learn to live in harmony with them.
Thanks so much Peaches. Great work and wonderful story.
Click here to see the CPPI website.
