Please join me this Saturday!
Please join me this Saturday!
A Super Moon and gorgeous weather provided the perfect setting for our ghost hunting adventure at the Point Lookout Lighthouse in Scotland, Maryland.
Excitement was high as we began our investigation at the most haunted lighthouse in the United States, but we were about to discover the downside to ghost hunting experienced Spirits. The Spirits at the Point Lookout Lighthouse get plenty of practice playing with ghost hunters. We had to book almost a year in advance for a chance to tangle with these spirited spooks!
There were six in our group and one was quite nervous about searching for ghosts in a dark, creepy house in the dead of night.
Can you imagine?
Unfortunately for our Nervous Nellie, the Spirits decided to focus on her! I guess they needed a bit of excitement after being bored with experienced ghost hunters. They obviously loved hearing her screams.
The Spirits enjoyed a game of Cat and Mouse all night. We’d go to a room, wait, then we’d hear a noise in a different room. We’d move to that room, wait, and the noise would move to a different room. It went on like this for quite some time, until our Nervous Nellie got brave and took some pictures with her phone.
That’s when the fun began.
The pre-flash display on her phone – and only her phone – showed orbs shooting across her phone screen. We went from room to room chasing these playful Spirits. Sometimes we’d see three orbs shoot across the phone screen at once, but the elusive orbs always managed to escape being caught in the photo. The only time she caught something was when two orbs darted up the staircase and she caught a picture of the orb light tails.
The most active room was the ladies bedroom. There were several women lighthouse keepers and we spent more time in this room due to the high level of activity throughout the night. A review of the photos revealed an interesting form in the window of the ladies bedroom.
This was a great adventure located on a peninsula in the picturesque setting of the Potomac River and the Chesapeake Bay. If you want a true test of your ghost hunting skills, come to the Point Lookout Lighthouse for a tough examination given by some slippery Spirits!
Please join me at these events. I can’t wait to meet you!
Before I could see Hats on Souls, I’d never heard of the Red Hat Society.
Unfortunately, I discovered their dark secrets.
The Red Hat Society is an international organization and I’m sure there are happy members all over the world, but I wish to relate my experience in the hope that others will learn from my sad tale and do some research before jumping in as I did.
After I made the discovery of seeing Hats, someone suggested that I join the Red Hat Society. It made perfect sense. After checking out their website, I anticipated a joyful experience in sharing my ability to see hats with my new friends. I mistakenly thought that a society that celebrated hats would be delighted with someone so connected to hats.
Silly, silly me.
The website talks up a good story and it sounds great, but it’s a perfect example of “Buyer Beware”. I didn’t catch on to the fact that if you’re under fifty years old, forget it. Qualifications should mention that a Medicare card is required.
My local group meets once a month and my busy schedule finally allowed me to attend a dinner at a local restaurant. Previous meetings were held further away and after the kazoo incident, I wished I had attended a meeting at one of those less-convenient locations.
One of the members was celebrating a birthday, so everyone pulled out their Birthday Kazoos. After instructions on what end to blow out of (it’s the large end by the way), a Happy Birthday Kazoo Serenade was played.
We weren’t at a local pancake house or McDonald’s. We were at a nice restaurant, near my home. I prayed that my neighbors were all having dinner at home this night.
When the discussion turned to trips and vacations, I mentioned my trip this year to Costa Rica. I assumed that this fun group, as advertised on the website, which also endorses fitness, would share my joy of days filled with snorkeling, horseback riding on the beach, zip lining through the jungle and my first surfboarding lesson. Instead, I was met with deafening silence and stares. I felt as though I’d just declared that I was an alien visiting from another planet.
After our first and only get-together, the group leader checked out my book, Presidential Souls. Without reading the book or asking me for clarification, she called me early the next morning and informed me that I wasn’t a good fit for the group. I was told that they are a Christian group and my beliefs do not fit in. I attempted to give some explanation and I said that if she read the book she would get a better understanding of the true nature of my beliefs, but her mind was already made up.
Obviously, I did not wish to remain a member of this crabby, narrow-minded society, especially when the leader had someone from the corporate office call me to complain about my beliefs! When I told the woman from corporate headquarters that I was looking for a local professional organization of my peers to share the Red Hat Society’s claims of fun and friendship, I was told, “This is definitely not a professional organization!”
No kidding, really?
For me, I’m going back to ghost hunting. The Ellicott City ghosts I hang out with are infinitely friendlier, a lot more fun and a hell of a lot less scary!
It was a weekend of Spirits, ghostly birthday reminders and fun!
I attended an investigation at a local haunted VFW Post. Regular ghosts at this lively VFW include:
Skippy: a foul mouthed sailor who likes rum and coke. We picked up several of his foul expressions on the ghost box. We had to cut him off.
Gene: loves cigars and was in attendance this night when we smelled his cigar smoke. Ghosts don’t have any respect for “No Smoking” signs.
Mike hangs out in the hallway as Vick sips his wine. We caught a few others lounging in the chairs by the bar:
During an amazing interactive flashlight session, the recently deceased Joe acknowledged that he is safe on the Other Side and he has been happily reunited with his wife.
Finally, we have the Unknown Orb guarding the Memorial Corner. The names of members on Sick Call are posted and a reserved table, chair and empty boots complete the memorial for all veterans and those lost in the service to their country.
And then there’s Grandma.
I’m usually the one who remembers every birthday, but this year I’ve been so preoccupied with my book release that I forgot the anniversary of my grandmother’s 104th birthday.
Never fear. She reminded me.
It was the weekend and I got up early, let the dogs out and went back upstairs to do some work on the computer. A few hours later I went downstairs and the television was on. No one had been downstairs. Even the dogs didn’t have access to the room where the television was located. I turned the TV off, and went back upstairs. I came right back down, and the TV was on again. No one was around, and no one could have turned it on. It’s never done this before.
My son and husband finally got up and came downstairs. I mentioned the television and my son said that last night while he and his friend played video games, the music box started playing. We haven’t played that music box in ages. The music box is directly under the haunted television. Then my sister texted me reminding me of my grandmother’s birthday.
The pieces finally fell into place. My grandmother was known for her lack of skills with electronics, but obviously she’s picked up a few pointers on the Other Side. This is the same grandmother who called my husband on his cell phone the day of our daughter’s wedding. Grandma was letting me know then that she’d be in attendance at the wedding, and she was reminding me now that it was her birthday.
Happy Birthday Grandma!
The Spirits of the Presidents finally have their say! Hear what they have to say in
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Are you ready for the next level of crazy?
I’ll be interviewed by Joshua P. Warren on Speaking of Strange and you’ll discover the story behind George Washington’s ghost and so much more! You’re going to be hearing about this one so be the first to find out about this crazy new paranormal tale!
I told you the presidents weren’t happy and now it’s official.
The photograph of George Washington has been verified by experts and the verdict is in:
I knew it was real, since I took it, but now the experts agree with me.
Joshua P. Warren is the host of a syndicated weekly paranormal program, Speaking of Strange, and he is regarded as “one of the great paranormal investigators of all time” by George Noory, host of Coast to Coast AM.
I sent the photo of George Washington to Mr. Warren and his team of experts did their best to prove that this was not a picture of a ghost.
They took it apart, pixel by pixel, and after an extremely thorough examination, they decided that this was an authentic photo of a ghost.
Mr. Warren is even planning a visit to the tavern where the photo was taken and I have no doubt that the presidents will be there with us.
Do you realize what this means?
It gives validation to what I’ve been saying.
The presidents are upset and they’ve come forward to be heard, and to be seen. They are crying out for you to hear what they have to say. They may be on the Other Side, but they retain their love and passion for the United States and they have more than a few choice words about what we’ve done with it.
They want you to hear their words before you cast your vote.
Stay tuned! It won’t be long now.
What do those in Hollywood love? Publicity!
Being on the Other Side doesn’t change a thing. They still have no problem stepping up and seeking the spotlight.
They’ve been coming out of the woodwork lately. Famous movie stars and Hollywood types trying to get my attention.
Oh, woe is me! I sure hope no one thinks I’m complaining!
As my launch of Presidential Souls quickly approaches, a rash of Hollywood celebrities have come forward. I guess they figure I’m finished with the presidents, so it’s their turn now.
Unfortunately, I’m not ready for them yet! They’re all adorable and I’m so honored to meet them. I’m taking notes and I’m promising each and every one of them that I’ll do their Hat readings as soon as possible.
The first to step up was Walt Disney! He had a definite message to give us. He was persistent, so I did his Hat reading and his antics still crack me up.
Next, I had visits from Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra.
The next visitor was a surprise and there is quite a story to tell with him. I realized later that he was in Ocean’s 11 with Dean and Frank. It made me wonder. Was Red Skelton good friends with the Rat Pack?
The list grows longer every day, but these stars are going to have to wait in line, just like the presidents had to wait their turn. The first ladies are next on the agenda. I’ve got a good start on First Lady Souls, but I still have much to do before I can begin doing readings on the Hollywood crowd.
I can’t wait t get to know each and every one of them. Have no fear that they are alive and well and still seeking the spotlight, even from the Other Side.
This is Dwight. He’s the ghost we brought home for Christmas.
His name is Dowaito, but I call him Dwight. It makes it easier for me to talk to him, and he doesn’t mind.
My husband received a WWII Japanese Arisaka rifle as a Christmas present. I only caught a quick glimpse of the gift during the flurry of holiday festivities, and I had forgotten about it, until I sensed an extra passenger when returning home on Christmas night.
I as I listened to a screaming Dwight behind me in the car, I asked my husband to tell me the story about the rifle. The Arisaka Type 38 rifle belonged to a Japanese soldier in WWII. This rifle is unique because the Chrysanthemum Flower Seal, stamped on the top of the receiver, is intact.
I chose the picture of the Japanese soldier (above) because he looks like Dwight. A face appeared in a reflection in one of the photos I took of the rifle. The eyes in the photo appear overly large, but later when I searched for a Japanese solider image, I realized that the large eyes could be glasses.
Dwight was used to yelling a lot because no one has listened to him for a very long time. Thankfully, the fates brought him to me so I can help him find his way home.
I thought the story ended here, but Dwight wasn’t finished with me yet. He knew I was listening, so he invited his former comrades to raise their voices.
In family discussions about the rifle, I learned that my husband’s brother (the gun owner before he gifted it), also has in his possession a Japanese Good Luck flag, complete with blood stains.
A wallet with Japanese family photos was acquired with the flag during WWII.
When a door to the Other Side is opened, multiple Spirits may use it. Thats’s exactly what happened with these Japanese soldiers and it’s why I wrote, Presidential Souls, about all of the U.S. presidents who came forward to deliver their messages.
The Moral to this story is: If you took home any antique gifts this holiday season, be aware that you may have been gifted with some extra special Christmas Spirits!