The Fire Station

About six years ago, I was asked if I wanted to observe a female paranormal team do an investigation. They knew I was a sensitive and that I was curious about how a team goes about an investigation. They were asked to investigate a fire station in Los Angeles County, which was located next to an old cemetery. I absolutely wanted to go and observe these ladies in action.

A few days before the investigation, I went over to the woman’s home that was in charge of the group. She wanted to get me familiar with the equipment that they were going to use during the investigation and teach me how to use it. Also, she wanted to show me evidence of their past investigations. It was all very interesting and I appreciated her taking the time to show me what happens behind the scenes before they approach an investigation.

The day of the investigation, I was nervous. Plus, I was dealing with a spirit that had been really weighing on me. I was going on days with no sleep and was anxious. REMEMBER, this was six years ago and I was still learning how to set boundaries with spirits. I was hoping the investigation was going to be a fun distraction.

When we got to the fire station, the ladies started interviewing all of the firemen and their Fire Chief. Then they started setting up their equipment all over the station, which was small. The plan was to start with the areas with the least activity, then move their way to the more active areas, then end up in the old cemetery next door. That is where the firemen thought the activity was coming from.

The activity was mainly in the room that they all slept in. Right next to that room, on the other side of the wall, was the cemetery. They said that they heard a little girl either crying or laughing. They had felt their beds shake while trying to sleep. They heard knocking throughout the room. Also, they said that things would get moved. They would set something somewhere and when they came back, it would be oved. Also, they sometimes thought they saw something real quick in the mirror in the bathroom.

As I walked through the fire station, I felt nothing out of the ordinary, but also I was taking in every detail and every thing these ladies were doing. They asked the firemen to all stay in the sitting/kitchen area during their investigation. Only one fireman wanted to be apart of the investigation, so he and I observed the ladies doing their thing. He and I just stood out of the way and kept quiet. This was all kind of boring and long, until we got to the room that the firemen slept in.

The ladies then asked us to sit on the far side of the room so they could do their investigation. They were getting some good hits on their EMF detector, and after asking a lot of questions, they thought they were talking to a little girl. They proceeded to get down on their knees to be at the little girls level, so she wouldn’t feel frightened. That is when I got full body static electricity chills. They were so strong, it took my breath away. I could feel the most intense energy circling around me. Then, I could feel a male presence standing next to me. He seemed to be amused by what the ladies were doing, and he was giggling. I could see him perfectly. He was tall, he had light hair, and he looked like he was either late 30’s or early 40’s.

He then said to me, “Who do they think they are talking too?” I told him I had no idea, because I didn’t see a thing. Then we both laughed and that got the ladies attention … I forgot to use my inside voice and laughed out loud. They were not happy, so I explained to them that I was feeling a male spirit around me. They thought I was making it up, like I was crazy … as they were on their knees communicating with air. Then the male spirit said something to me … I hear, “Go outside and look.” So I tell the ladies that I need some fresh air and I excused myself from the investigation.

Once I was outside, I could still feel him with me, but he was frustrated. I didn’t understand what he was trying to tell me, so I walked around outside and sat out there for awhile, until the ladies were done with their investigation. I went back in and helped them gather up all their equipment. The woman in charge was being so rude to me. As we were putting all the equipment in their bags and talking to the firemen, I could feel the male presence with me again, and this time he said, “Turn around and look inside.”

I froze, then I slowly turned around, and behind me on the wall (which I did not even notice before), was a glass case filled with pictures of fallen fire fighters. And right in the middle was the man I had been feeling and talking to. I blurted out loud, “Who is this?” Everyone went quiet. Then the Fire Chief said, “That is KH, he was my best friend, but he wasn’t ever assigned to this station. His death was all over the news, he died during one of the largest fires in LA. He got trapped with another fire fighter, between the fire truck and the fire. His death was tragic.” I then explained to him that his spirit was with me, and he wanted his friend to give his family a message. The message was that he was good and that he was sorry he didn’t get to say goodbye. He loves his family and he is always with them. I then noticed that all the firemen had tears in their eyes. I could feel their fear that what happened to KH could happen to them. And they were genuinely sad by the loss of one of their own, regardless if they knew him or not. They were one big family.

When I got home, I looked up the story of KH, and I cried. I felt like I knew him and I felt so horrible for his family. I hope they got the message from the Fire Chief, and got a little comfort from KH’s message for them.

I did not go on another investigation with the ladies. They spend every chance they can get doing investigations. Some have picked their search for ghosts over their families, and were still waiting to have that big paranormal moment happen for them. It really bothered them that I could go into an investigation and communicate without all the gadgets. The ugly monster called “jealousy” reared its head and I don’t play with mean girls!

Be kind, don’t judge, listen to one another, have patience, and just be nice … It’s good juju. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!!!

 

 

The Ghost in the Hallway: Part 2

Set down my bag. Get my head together! Be tough! No-nonsense! Help this family! Those are the words that are going through my head as I am walking to the dining room. Before I start telling them about any information that I have researched, I ask “A” if she has been having lower back problems. Her eyes went wide and she said, “Yes.” I explained to her that my lower back has been killing me since I talked to her on the phone and the moment I got in the house, it stopped. “A” then explained that she had been having a lot of  female issues and she was scheduled for an ultrasound that week. She couldn’t believe that I felt her pain. I said that’s the bummer part of being empathic. You take the good with the bad. (I was going to suggest to her to see a doctor, if she hadn’t already.)

I then focused on my surroundings because something was off. I could smell alcohol, the kind you drink, but it was residual. That means that no one was drinking right then, but I could sense someone drank heavily. “J” was in the kitchen pacing around like a nervous wreck. I asked him if he was Ok, and he said he was just grateful that I was there, because he couldn’t live like this anymore. I asked him to please calm down, he was stirring up the energy in the home more than it already was. I have to say … his energy sucked!! It was distracting. I could sense that he was a sensitive, and I was going to have to tell him, but I needed him to quit freaking out.

To get away from him for a bit, I did a walk through of the home. The energy was a disaster. Calm in places and manic in others. The hallway was the worst. I was going to have to perform a miracle to get this home calm enough for them to live in it. The big problem was “J,” not Dickie pacing in the hallway. I had to get to the bottom of this.

I went back out to the dining area and “J” wasn’t there. “A” pointed to the other room, so I went in there and the negative energy hit me in the gut. “J” is on the couch rocking back and forth, crying. He is mumbling under his breath and holding his head. I had to get tough. “What the hell are you doing ‘J’?” He snaps out of it and just looks at me. I then tell him to get up and follow me back to the dining room so we can talk. He stands up, but doesn’t follow me, he goes through another door way into the kitchen, then into the dining room.

I looked at “A” and said, “You asked me to come here, do you want help or not?” She said “Yes,” and then I looked at “J” and I said, “I am here to help you. I am here to help your family. If you don’t let me help you, things are going to get worse around here.” I then asked him to come sit so we could talk, and he wanted to stand. I was about to lose it! I then looked at “A” and she was so upset. If anything, I was going to help her. So, “the no-nonsense medium” had to take charge.

Ok “J,” will you answer some questions?” He said “Yes.” Why are you so upset? He then starts balling and hiccupping, trying to get a word out. So I decided I better do the talking and he can nod Yes or No. First question: Do you know that you are a sensitive? He cries some more and says that he wasn’t sure, but he always has been able to sense things. I told him he was and needed to get a grip on it because his energy was out of control.

Second Question: Do you drink? And as I ask him this, I look at “A” for her reaction, because I am already deducting that he is a liar too. She won’t look at me, and he says not really. Which was total BS!! The smell of alcohol was coming out of his pores.

Third Question: Can you describe the man you saw out front? He said Yes and then describes him to me. He is finally calming down a little, but then I pulled out a picture of Dickie, and “J” freaks out. I asked him if this was the man he saw and he said it was. “J” keeps backing up and looking at the picture in pure horror. I explain who Dickie is. I tell them all the information I gathered. Also, I make it clear that Dickie means no harm, he is just lost. Somehow after Ellie came to the door, he is stuck here looking for her.

Dickie was stuck there because this home is the last place that he could remember before he got so sick. He went to where he had his best memories, but his energy is manic because he cannot find Ellie. He paces back and forth in the hallway constantly. I then explain to them both that I can cleanse him out and hopefully guide him to where his wife is in Ladera Ranch, BUT, I can only do this if they follow my instructions on what to do after I leave.

Now “J” has calmed down. I told him that he really needed to get a grip on how sensitive he is. Not only spiritually, but mentally. Then I had to give him the bad news … “J”, if you don’t get a grip, you are going to have problems no matter where you live. You will create a poltergeist in this home, because your energy is not controlled. You think you have problems now??? It will get a thousand times worse and I won’t be able to help you. SO, DO WHAT I SAY!!

First, I showed them how to cleanse their home. And they needed to do it weekly until they moved out (which I found out they were buying a home and moving soon). Then I told them that for approximately one hour a day, they needed to light an unscented white candle. It would help cleanse and create a positive space. (I use the tall glass Mexican candles.)

During the cleansing, we heard something hit the ground by the front door. We went to look and a flag that they had nailed high on the wall was on the ground. It looked like someone ripped it off the wall. I was used to things like that happening, but they were not. I told them it was just Dickie throwing a little fit because we were kicking him out of his home. But, I would have a talk with him when I was done. Hopefully he would go easily to his wife in Ladera, or I was going to have to take him there. The only real way to know is if “A” and “J” did not have any more incidents in the home after I left.

Next, the three of us went out back (the house was still a little smoky from the sage). I told them what else I needed them to do. First, they needed to get the house blessed and then “J” should get blessed. I also suggested that “J” should see a therapist because he was so over emotional and did not know how to stay focused (also I was hoping that a doctor would figure out that he has a drinking problem). I also said he needs to learn how to meditate. Meditation can be many things. Exercise, reading, gardening, going to the beach, or the regular old quiet time sitting and focusing on what calms you.

I walked back through the home alone to see how the energy was, and it was calm. Even “J’s” energy was completely different and he kept thanking me for helping him. I told him I did nothing but tell him what he needs to do to help himself. He is the only one that can take charge of himself. I told him to call me anytime he needed to talk or needed advice. He started crying again, then said, “I thought I was going crazy, I am so relieved that someone actually believes me.”

After I left, I had a long talk with Dickie, and sent him to his wife’s in Ladera Ranch. On my way home, I met my hubby for a glass of wine. I was mentally and physically exhausted. I usually get such a euphoric feeling after doing an investigation/reading, but this time was different. There were things still bothering me about “J” and I hoped that “A” could deal with his ups and downs.

I did check up on “A” and “J” for a few weeks after. “A” was still really concerned about “J’s” behavior. I am not a psychiatrist, I talk to dead people and try to help the living understand why they are there. I give clients information and knowledge. What they do with it is up to them.

My friend that referred “A” and “J” to me, keeps me updated on how they are doing. They did move, and they got married this year. So, I hope all is well and their lives are peaceful.

The Ghost in the Hallway: Part 1

This investigation took me awhile to get over. From start to finish, it really took a toll on me physically and emotionally. I learned that being empathic is helpful, but not always good for my health. It started with a phone call from the client.

November 2016. A young woman named “A” called me for help. She and her fiancé were renting a house, and there were strange things going on in the home. Also, she told me that her fiancé’s son lived there on and off. “A” said it all started the year before, after an old woman showed up at the door and said she used to live there. “A” did not let the woman in, but talked to her in the front yard. The old woman said her name was “Ellie,” and she and her husband used to live there, but her husband had passed away a few years ago. Then “Ellie” pointed to the flower beds and said she used to plant beautiful flowers in that planter. The phone was ringing in the house, so “A” ran back in to get it, and when she returned, “Ellie” was gone. “A” looked up and down the street and the lady had just vanished.

Since “A’s” encounter with “Ellie”, strange things had been happening in the house. “A” and her fiancé, “J”, had been having weird dreams and high anxiety. “A” would wake up every day at 3:14 am, no matter where she was. They were having severe mood swings, and the energy in the house felt different. One afternoon “A” heard “J” screaming from the garage, and when she ran out there he was standing looking out of the garage pointing at his son who was walking up the driveway. She asked why he was screaming and “J” said he saw a man standing behind his son looking at him. So, “A” walked out front and looked around and saw nothing.

The activity got so intense for them that they would sleep at “A’s” parent’s house most of the time. They really needed my help. They needed to move back home and not be afraid. As “A” is telling me what is going on, my lower back is starting to ache. Not just ache, but uncomfortable cramping. Then my vision starts to blur, and I start to get a gnawing headache. “A” then gives me her address and we set a time for me to go to their home.

By the time we hang up the phone, I am so uncomfortable. My back and head are hurting so bad that I can’t focus and I really needed to get to work. Something about this case was off. So when I got to work, I did something I never do. I contacted a friend of mine that’s a realtor to get information on the property I was going to investigate. My clients were renting, so they knew nothing, and I needed to know what I was getting myself into. Ever since I talked to “A” on the phone, I did not feel right. Like I said, something was way off and I needed to know how I was going to approach this investigation.

After some research, I found information that would be very helpful with my investigation and for my clients. The home is located in Lake Forest, CA. The original owners bought the home brand new in 1984. They lived there for 21 years, and sold it in 2005. Then that owner sold it to the current owner in 2013, who was then renting it to my clients. The original owner’s names were, “Dickie and Ellie.”

So I looked up “Dickie & Ellie”. After they sold there home in Lake Forest, they moved to Ladera Ranch. They needed to downsize because in the late 1990’s, Dickie was diagnosed with dementia. He was then forced into retirement in 2003 due to how debilitating his illness had become. Ellie, his wife of 46 years, took care of him until his death on, December 25, 2011, in the early morning hours. (3:14 am???) Dickie & Ellie have a large family: 4 sons and 10 grandchildren.

Well, the dementia explains why my head was so muffled and I was having pain in back of my eyes. I really needed to get this investigation over with, I felt like crap (and still did not know why my lower back was in so much pain). So the day of the investigation, I had to really work to clear my head. I got up and walked a couple of miles, then came home and did some gardening, then I meditated.

On my way to my client’s home, I was already getting messages and emotions from Dickie. I already knew that it was his spirit in the home. His messages were muffled then he would be lucent. I was picking up on a lot before I even got there. And the cramping in my lower back was getting worse.

As I drove up to the house, Dickie was showing me a scene from years ago. His sons were young boys playing out front of the house and riding their bikes. Then I heard him say, “Family.” When I got out of the car and started walking up the driveway, Dickie showed me a scene from when the boys were older and they would come with their families to celebrate Christmas. I had to stop and focus so I could get inside and meet my clients.

When I entered the home, my senses were going haywire. I could sense Dickie’s energy change. I could sense that there was something not right with “A’s” fiancé “J”. I knew I was going to have to be tough for this investigation. There was too much chaotic energy swirling everywhere. I don’t know how anyone could function in that home.

Check back for Part 2 … The Investigation and Revelation …

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Boy

This investigation took place in Boulder, Colorado. I was asked to investigate a condo near the CU campus that five students were living in. The college kids that were living there were hearing noises and they felt like someone was always watching them. One of the young men living there was my friend’s son. He told me all about all the activity and they needed help figuring out what it was and how to get rid of it.

The condo was an upside-down unit. That means that you walk in on the main floor living area with bedrooms, then the downstairs had more bedrooms. I interviewed a couple of the roommates to see what they were experiencing and most of the activity seemed to be on the bottom floor. The one female roommate that was downstairs told me she was sensitive and she sensed that someone was watching her. She could hear and feel the spirit. So, I asked her to join me during my investigation, starting in her room.

Her room definitely felt different than the rest of the house. It was heavy and there was an uneasy feeling, like a swirling of energy. She wanted to use the EMF detector, so I asked questions out loud to see if we could get a response. Right away I was getting the static electricity feeling. I could feel the spirit standing in the corner. It was a young man. He was anxious and not sure if he wanted to talk to me. I told him he was safe, but that he was scaring people and we were there to help him. He apologized for scaring everyone, he just wanted them to know he was there.

He liked it there. He liked being around the female in the room we were in. I asked him how he died. He told me that he was a student at CU and he was killed while riding his bike. He lived close to their condo when he was alive and he came there hoping that the “sensitive girl” would let him hang out. He knew she could sense him and he just wanted to hang out with the college students. Then I asked if he needed me to help him cross over. This is when he got really anxious. He was moving all over the room. It became hard to breathe and I started to feel anxious, so I had to get out of there.

As I was walking out the door, I could feel the girl that was with me right behind me, so I turned around to make sure she was ok — this is probably the most frightening thing that has happened to me and I will NEVER forget it. When I turned around, it was the young man, as clear as day. He looked like a boy, so young. He had a black hooded sweat shirt on, the hood was on his head, his shaggy dark hair hung around his face. He had his hands in his pockets of his sweatshirt, jeans on, and black & white All-Star sneakers. I jumped back and my heart about exploded. He looked at me and gave me this cute little smirk then walked across the room through the wall. I looked at the girl and asked if she had seen him too. She did not see him, but she could feel his energy leave the room. I just wanted to cry. He looked like a boy, so young, it was just so sad that he was taken too soon in his life.

Afterwards, I had a meeting with the roommates and told them they had nothing to worry about, that the spirit was just a young man who loved being around them. If they were still scared, they could do a cleansing to send him away. They decided to cleanse the upstairs and the girl on the bottom floor was going to let him stay down there, now that she knew he wasn’t a bad spirit or going to hurt her.

This investigation really shook me. A young life taken too soon. Someone’s son. I also have two sons (now men) of my own, and when I did this investigation, they were around the same age as the young man. And after seeing his face up close, and how young he looked, I will always have a little ache in my heart for “The Boy”.

EMF

Definition: The Electromagnetic Theory of the Paranormal is that a ghost/spirit gives off an electromagnetic field which can be detected by an Electromagnetic Field Meter (EMF). Skeptics think that this theory is false. I can tell you from my personal experience that the theory is true. When I started doing investigations, the EMF detector was my number one device in communicating with ghosts/spirits. Then I started to realize that I could hear a spirits reaction to questions before the EMF detector registered a reaction. Depending on the situation, I will use my EMF detector to get an initial reading of an area before I do a reading. Sometimes there are high electro magnetic fields in an area and that can make people feel sick or uncomfortable, it can also make a person feel anxious or paranoid. I like to rule that out before I start, so I know that I am dealing with a spirit or spirits.

You can purchase your own EMF detector online for cheap. It’s a fun way to try out your investigative curiosity of the paranormal. And who knows, maybe you are more sensitive than you think.