Over the years I have experimented off and on with remote viewing. Remote viewing is a psychic ability which someone uses to envision something accurately without ever having seen the object, building, whatever. It’s been said that our government used to use highly skilled remote viewers to spy on Soviet Russia (and other countries as well), and that these people were so accurate they were actually able to read memos on desks! Incredible. Anyway, recently I decided I was going to start practicing remote viewing on a regular basis again, and keep track of my progress.

On August 28th, Debbie, Lance and I investigated a house in northern New Jersey. Debbie had told me this was a very old house, but other than that I knew nothing about it. Also, I had never been to the town where it was located. The night before we went, I asked for a vision of what our destination for this investigation looked like. Right away, I saw two visions: the first was a small, secondary road that curved uphill and to the right. I saw houses and trees on either side of this road. Second, I saw the side of a house that had tan siding.

Immediately, my rational mind took over, and I started thinking, “why would a very old house have tan siding? That doesn’t make sense! It should be stone or brick or something old-looking.” At that point, I knew whatever else I saw would be influenced by my expectations, so I left it at that. I wrote all this in the notebook I use for ghost hunting in order to have a written record of my impressions and to check my accuracy the next day.

The next morning we set out for the house, about an hour’s drive. When we finally got to the town, I got excited - the road the homeowner lived on curved up and to the right, with houses and trees on each side. Then we found the house – which was entirely covered in tan siding!
Now, I realize this is a far cry from being able to read memos on desks thousands of miles away. As with anything else in life, some people have a huge amount of talent for remote viewing and some have a small amount, like me.

However, as with anything else, psychic ability can be improved with practice. Years ago, if I had attempted this visualization, I probably would have seen either the image of the road or the vision of the house, or nothing at all. So, this is a step up from where I once was, and it’s exciting. I’m going to keep practicing and see how accurate I can become.

 

Family Matters

submitted by Debbie Manocchio ~ investigator

A little over 3 years ago, I had just learned the devastating news that my oldest sister had terminal lung and bone cancer. Needless to say, after hearing the diagnosis, my every waking thought was about her.

At the time, I was living alone in a cozy apartment with my cat. I was always very comfortable there and felt safe and secure.

A few days before I found out about my sister, I was asleep one night and was suddenly awakened by three loud, sharp raps on the wall behind my headboard. I sat up and listened to see if my neighbors were stirring next door even though it was two o’clock in the morning. Everything was quiet. The knocking was disturbing and all too familiar. I had heard it at other times in my life when some type of turmoil was about to happen. My mother and another sister had similar “knocking” experiences throughout their lives as well, signaling impending bad news.

For the next month, I experienced more knocks, sometimes in different rooms and at different times of day and night. By this time, I knew what it meant.

One particular evening, I had come home after visiting my sick sister. She was deteriorating quickly and it broke my heart to see her suffering. I was inconsolable and cried and cried alone in my apartment. I went to bed, tossing and turning, but sleep eluded me that night. As I lay on my side, wide awake, the sheet and comforter on my bed was completely lifted up off of me into the air from behind. It then slowly settled back over me, as if someone was making a bed and straightening the bed clothes. In fact, the motion caused my hair to blow across my face. I froze in fear. I then felt “someone” gently get onto the bed and lay up against me. It was definitely the size of a person, not my small cat that always slept at the foot of my bed. I was perfectly still, hardly able to breath and at the same time my mind was racing, trying to remember if I’d locked and chained the doors. I knew I had.

 

Pendulum Mystery

Submitted by Dawn Good ~ investigator

On Thursday afternoon 8/26, I was organizing my ghost hunting equipment in preparation for the scheduled investigation on 8/28. I wondered where my pendulum was, because I wanted to use it for this investigation. For those who don’t know, a pendulum is a weight suspended from a chain or string. The weight normally comes to a point. Both the weight and the chain of my pendulum are made of pewter.

The purpose of using a pendulum on ghost investigations is that we can ask questions of the spirits, and they can answer through movement of the pendulum. We usually ask that for a YES answer, they make the pendulum swing one way, and for a NO answer they make it swing the opposite way. There are many other ways to practice divination with pendulums as well, this is just the most basic use.

Anyway, I decided to dig through my ghost hunting in bag to see if I could find it in there. I felt it at the bottom of the bag, grabbed it by the weight with my right hand, and brought it up out of the bag. To my intense shock, it was burning hot. I dropped it on the floor, and started looking through the bag for the source of the heat. I thought perhaps one of my batteries was leaking (of course, if that had been the case, it was idiotic of me to go digging in the bag with my bare hands, but I definitely wasn’t thinking clearly at the moment. I just reacted).

In the end I could find nothing that in the bag that was even warm, let alone hot – no flashlight left on, no leaking batteries, nothing. About a minute after I dropped the pendulum, I carefully picked it up off the floor, expecting that the heat would have left a mark. It was completely cool, and there was no mark left on the floor.
Looking for an explanation, I thought possibly it had something to do with the extra batteries I keep in my bag, that somehow I touched a battery and the pendulum at the same time and it gave me an electric shock. I know, it doesn’t seem likely, but I wanted to check it out. The next morning I tried an experiment where I held a new AA battery in my left hand, holding it with my fingers by the positive and negative poles, and grabbed the weight of the pendulum with my right. There was no reaction at all.

So, what happened?? I have absolutely no idea. Was it a paranormal event? Possibly. There doesn’t appear to be anything logical that caused it. I think all I can do is just call it one of those strange happenings that have no definitive explanation.