So we went out this afternoon to the "abandoned slaughterhouse", hell's bridge, and John's bed. I'm not the most graceful person and I fell twice; once on the bridge across the creek to get to the abandoned slaughterhouse and another time climbing a hill to get to John's bed. At the slaughterhouse (which we aren't necessarily sure that's what it is anymore), I managed to pick up a man that came across middle aged, but he told me it was the 1950's and it felt like 1954, but it could have been 1953. He was showing me my mother who was born in 1953, so I don't know. He came across as a security guard. He wasn't a butcher or anything and he didn't have anything to do with the slaughtering of animals. He told me he comes, he sits, he watches, and he leaves. He was running through his day, he came around the edge of the building, lunchbox in hand, walked through the door, sat down in his chair, and watched all day for something to happen. He wasn't a horrible spirit and he wasn't sweet either. He was just going through the motions of his life. I almost felt sorry for him.
Then we went to John's bed outside of a local Halloween attraction and I can't even begin to tell you how horrible he was. He immediately started threatening. He tried to enter my mind and I kept him out. He was very powerful and I had to work very hard to keep him out. The more I mentioned that I came with God, the more agitated he was and he left me trying to get into someone else. He then came back to me and started talking. He made deals and threats all together. I kept on telling him that I came with God and finally he threatened my husband and I got us out of there. I refused to listen to him when he was going to threaten my soul mate.
So then we headed out to Hell's Bridge. Mind you all of this took place in broad daylight. From the moment we got out of the cars things were feeling evil. There were four dead, rotting deer carcasses in the general vicinity of the entrance to the trail back to the bridge. As we walked the muddy path, there was such a foreboding presence in the woods. It felt as though horrible things were happening there all the time and for decades. The idea of death is in that place and most of that was imagined purely because of the carcasses, but some of it was the odd stories Dave had told me. However, we got to the bridge and having had enough with bridges for the day (the one to the slaughterhouse was absolutely horrible for me, I'm afraid of falling). So they were crossing the bridge and I was just looking around, putting out "my feelers" and getting nothing specific. It felt as though there were a flood of spirits there and not a single one of them was coming through specifically. Finally, Dave convinced me to cross the bridge and it was no where near as bad as the slaughterhouse's bridge. However, on the other side, I again put out "my feelers" and started to get pulled. I said it felt like I was dealing with children because it was like they were pulling me in different directions. It was a game to see who could pull me in what direction. So finally, I turned to the left and began walking and the spirit immediately identified herself. She called herself Marie. She was nine years old and she told me she died by a bad man in the year 1828. I tried to get her to talk about the man, but she wouldn't. She kept bringing up the fun things to do in the woods. Trees to climb, water to play in, she even tried to bring up my children so that she wouldn't have to talk about this bad man. I asked her what had happened. And finally she let it all go. She told me that she had been playing in the woods with a couple of other kids. A little boy and a little girl. I got the feeling that the boy and girl were siblings, but she wasn't related to them. She showed me things from beginning to end. He found them playing in the woods. It must have been his property because he was not happy and he told them that he was going to punish them. He took the three of them, all nine years old or younger, and began butchering them at his house. There were stabbings and sexual assaults and horrible memories of watching and hearing things that you shouldn't see or hear. He was crazy with anger and when all was said and done, the kids were dead and he loaded them on the back of his uncovered wagon in a rawhide type tarp. She told me he lived up the street on a hill. Under the cover of dark he loaded the wagon and took them down to the river where he dumped their bodies. She believed that he thought maybe people would believe that the kids had fallen into the water and drowned and in the process of getting washed down stream got cuts and bruises. After that, she threw her hands up in the air and acted as though she was frustrated that she had to talk about it. She immediately changed the subject back to happier things and when we wouldn't stop asking her questions she just resigned herself to the fact that we didn't totally understand. She was very gracious for such a young girl. My husband asked her if she knew whether or not he had gotten caught. She told me that everyone knew he had done it, but no one could prove a thing.
The freakiest part of the day was just after that when Dave told me that Kristine (a different medium for G.R.A.P.E.) had gotten about as far as I had gotten in the woods, given the same name, and had begun saying some of the same things. Kristine, however, came at night and things are different around there at night, so Marie said. I thanked Marie and told her she could go back to playing in the woods and we began to head back to the bridge. She was playing happily when we turned, but then she began pushing at my back (not physically, I couldn't feel her hands on my back, but it felt like she was "shooing" me). She was telling me to go because "he was coming". I kept on hearing her say it and she knew I was confused, but she led me to believe that it was the bad man and that he came with the night. That would explain why things felt so different at night and why Kristine was unable to stay long and actually talk to Marie. So as we left, I felt more peace the farther we went away from the bridge and it felt as though Marie was fine and would be fine even though she knew "he was coming".
All in all, the day was fantastic and I was able to make contact with a few spirits. Some were nice, some were not nice, and others were just there. I can't wait to go again. I love investigating the paranormal and using this incredible gift I've been given.
December 21, 2006
So Christmas is already here and I'm still hanging on to the ghost hunting gambit. Tonight I stepped out under the shadow of darkness to meet with Matt from KCPR (Kent County Paranormal Researches). Dave was caught up in family business and had to make it a very late appointment. Nevertheless, here I was, a young woman, meeting three men at Denny's at 9:30pm. I'm sure it looked odd to those around us, but my presence has been requested at KCPR's upcoming home investigation and I needed to meet the people from KCPR before the investigation happened. It was all very short notice. For an hour we discussed this home investigation, protocols, procedures, what it will entail, etc. and some past investigations that both groups have done at the same location. I have a feeling that G.R.A.P.E. is about to blow up bigger than ever before. We are getting our name out and we are working more in the community and before much longer, we'll be fully functioning as a non-profit paranormal researching agency. I've only been with G.R.A.P.E. for two months, but I'm seeing so much action already and it's just so weird that this is all happening right now. I feel as though I've got a purpose again and I'm working towards having myself a good time with this. Who knows what the new year will bring.
In other news, yesterday I was able to send a message to Dave from his recently passed grandmother-in-law. She wasn't as strong as some spirits are. There are varying degrees. There are those who refuse to rest and work very hard to remain present in this world and then there are those who are content to rest and will do so immediately following their passing or shortly after. Their energy changes however. Stronger spirits will remain strong for a very lengthy period of time. Weaker spirits will come and go and will not spend any length of time with you. Most often than not, those who intend to rest begin to weaken within a day or two after their death. This is what was happening with his grandmother-in-law and because of it, some of the signals were crossed. However, Dave was still able to get something out of it and was able to close the door. So, it's just been weird using this gift.
Let me just say that I don't know how I know what I know, but I know that I know it. It's the strangest thing, I've supressed it all my life and now it's coming back to me and it's coming back so quickly and so vividly that it is almost as if I never denied it. The things that I know are just so bizarre and I don't know how I know it. Sometimes I am way off and other times I'm so right on that it freaks everyone out around me. I can't wrap my mind around the fact that I'm starting to gain credibility as a medium. If people knew (people from church or from my family) they would freak. It's so hard explaining to people that what I do is not demonic. What I do is very spiritual. When confronted with John I had to tell him that I came with God. Had I not told him that, I'm sure he would have entered my body and Lord only knows what he could have done. On all of my investigations, I've taken a cross with me. No it doesn't protect me from physical harm, but it is a very helpful tool to center my energy around my Savior and an excellent defense to those spirits who think that they have power over me. There is only one thing that has power over me and that is my God. And still people believe that because I've been given this gift (and let me remind you it is a gift from God and God does not make mistakes), that I'm somehow going to be condemned to Hell for using it.
Anyway, I'm just feeling more full of life now than ever before. What a wonderful feeling and especially around this time of year. Praise goes to God on this one.
December 28th, 2006
Last night was the first ever G.R.A.P.E. meeting. It went well. We are starting to get a better idea of each other and what exactly it is that we are trying to accomplish. There's a lot going on right now and in the midst of it all Dave and I had decided to go out ghost huntin' last night. He took me to his favorite cemetery. We got into it and immediately I picked up John from the bed. He was strong and it was like he was pulling strength from the very presence of me and Dave. We got so far into the cemetery and I refused to go further at night time. So then we headed out to Findlay Cemetery and the supposed Ada Witch. I did pick her up. We saw nothing. I definitely felt her in the area. There was even a house on the hill that I get the feeling she knocks on their windows. It's like she's trying to get help. She doesn't understand that she's dead. It's weird. It's like I could feel her presence moving in the area, but then when we got to her "supposed" grave I didn't get her at all. That's most definitely not where she's buried. She definitely feels angry and frustrated with the way she is now. I can see how some would call her a witch, but she's not. She's searching for answers. She loves animals, yes, but she's not bringing road kill back to life. That's just nonsense. But on top of that, I sense that the only enjoyment she gets out of her afterlife is walking through the woods and being in touch with nature. She walks, cloaked, through the woods feeling the weight of the world around her, stuck in a time that's long gone and the only thing that remains the same is the woods. She watches time slowly taking it's toll on the earth and the surroundings. Her husband is gone, her lover is gone, and all that remains is the land. It's just not enough for her and so she walks the area where she died, she sometimes runs, but she's been seen in the area mourning what she's lost. She filled me with this sense of dread, fear, and sorrow. Yet at the grave that supposedly belongs to her I only picked up Dave's deceased grandmother. It's weird how I keep on picking up Dave's family. However I also picked up John. So I think I can possibly find others it's just Dave's deceased family members need to let me work. But our time at Findlay Cemetery was cut short by a neighbor who was nosing around and had the opportunity to call the cops on us. So after two bad luck situations we called it a night. Hopefully we'll get information on the home investigation soon.
January 4th, 2007
So things have gotten quiet. There is an indoor investigation coming up here in about two weeks. That's going to be a nice change to all the cemeteries I've been in lately. Cemeteries are the absolute worst for mediums. You walk in and everyone within the cemetery knows you are there. They come and put names in my head. Others say things that make no sense to me. And still others wait until I'm at their grave to talk to me. It's so bizarre having this gift.
Other times, this gift is a curse. When I'm walking through the hospital or visiting a passed loved one at a funeral home, or going with my family to remember a family member at a cemetery, they always seem to bombard me. But then also, now that I've joined G.R.A.P.E., I have competition of sorts. I'm not the only medium in the group. There have been tense moments already. But hopefully, the other mediums will recognize that I'm not out to prove them wrong. Hopefully they will realize that I'm not here to steal their position or anything. Hopefully they will realize that I'm just hear to offer what I can, when I can. I've got so much downtime at work that I have a ton of time to work on G.R.A.P.E. stuff. It's not that I'm trying to show anyone up or anything, I'm just trying to help the group advance.
In other news, Gerald R. Ford, the 38th President of the United States was laid to rest here in Grand Rapids this week. I was chatting with one of the other mediums from G.R.A.P.E. yesterday and we agree that we don't think he'll be resting. So, we think we are going to have to try and get out there some time to see if we can catch him wondering around. The other medium picked him up at the funeral talking to Betty Ford. I actually feel him walking through the museum or lingering in the library. And three G.R.A.P.E. members have agreed that Betty longs to be with him and she will be following him shortly.
I feel strange recently. It's funny how being a female (and all that that entails) can really mess with your "sixth sense".
June 15th, 2007
Okay getting up to speed. Yes, we've been investigating and I've had several incredible experiences since I last wrote. However, I tried to for a time to have my own website and was unsuccessful, so rather than continue to pay the money out every month, I decided to come back her. Luckily everything was waiting right where I had left off.
Some amazing events have happened. I don't know who will read this or when, but I've recently decided to resign from G.R.A.P.E. due to some tension within the group. I had every intension to leave the group until yesterday.
I make no point of hiding the fact that I have had a very difficult time making friends in Grand Rapids. I've tried through my seven years here to find good quality friends that I can last out my time here with. However, my attempts have all failed and I always found myself back at square one. When I found G.R.A.P.E., I finally found a group as weird as I am that I could actually fit into. I felt so good because I felt like I was not only wanted, but needed too. Lately, things changed, people were turning on me right and left and some I was driving away. But, all in all, I was totally read to leave G.R.A.P.E. and do the individual readings instead of working with a group of paranormal researchers. And then it happened. Someone said something to me that made it impossilbe for me to leave. The founder of G.R.A.P.E. told me that I was his best firend. Now that may not mean anything to many people, but to anyone who hasn't had a best friend (save a spouse) for the past seven years of their life, it's a big deal. I sat at work, reading those words on my screen, crying because I had not had such a good friend in so long. Yes, it is odd for a man and a woman to be best friends when they aren't married or in some sort of intimate relationship, but you have to know Dave. Knowing Dave would make it all so clear.
So with just a few words, I resent my resignation and am now committed to G.R.A.P.E. again. And in the knick of time, too. Today, Dave came back from work with a possibility of three more investigations for us. I'm what you might call more than a little excited. I love going on investigations. Especially investigations that I know very little about. I'm excited. So with that, I've got a best friend, finally. I'm still in G.R.A.P.E. I'm back on GeoCities. And I'm excited to continue doing what I have been doing. I hope things stay on this level of good for a while. Anymore downers and I don't think I'll be able to survive.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Last night was an incredibly interesting night. We headed out to Rockford again to check out some local haunts up that way. There is some very interesting phenomenon around there. We spent some time around the Rockford Dam Overlook and then we traveled to some of the surrounding area. We had a really good time in downtown Rockford. More than anything, it is the friendships that I really appreciate. We walked around and explored and had an all around good time. Things are going very well.
Then we headed out to Hell's Bridge. Things out there weren't as enjoyable. Threats were being made by the malevolent male spirit out there. He threw something at me and he was doing a lot of crazy stuff. There was a lot of paranormal evidence very apparent and so when Kristine contacted Marie things started to heat up and Kristine was over come with emotion. The whole experience was more than interesting, it was down right good stuff and we caught the majority of it on film The best part of the night for me was when we were packing up to leave. Normally we are chased out of there by locals who do not appreciate the attention and so we tend to not make eye contact with anyone who pulls up in cars around there hoping that we can make it out with any confrontations.
Last night, as we were heading out, a car pulled in next to us and we began to start backing out. I refused to make eye contact until we started backing and I saw them waving their hands at us. I immediately read on their faces that they were not threatening at all. As a matter of fact, it was a car full of teenagers. They wanted to know if we had been out there. In that moment, I felt really excited. They told us they were on our site all the time and that they really wanted to check these things out. They admired us for what we did and we told them what had happened. We had actually blessed the bridge with Holy Water and protected the south side of the bridge from any further evil activity. So the evil entity had been subdued quite a bit. He did not dare to do what he had been doing in our presence again. So the kids asked if we would take them out there and we were more than happy to oblige. So we headed out, the kids were freaking the entire time. Things were rather calm, but we expected that. We felt bad for the kids because we wanted them to see, hear, or feel something and unfortunately they saw, heard, and felt nothing. But I'm sending a shout out to my favorite five fans. It was late and I don't remember your names right now, but soon I'll go over the video and I'll make sure that I give you the proper recognition. Thanks for being so cool.