Thursday, January 29, 2015

Channeling Robin Williams?

Even though the following article was published by the tabloid National Enquirer, I've heard other spiritual rumblings coming out of the entertainment world. Not only has comedienne Dana Carvey made claims of channeling Robin Williams, a supposed incident transpired on a closed studio set as well. During the taping of a well-known television sitcom, several of the cast & crew witnessed Williams' apparition manifest and move among the observers. This incident was communicated to me by a reliable source who works for the particular production company.

Actor Jeff Bridges revealed at a press conference for his film, ‘The Giver’ on August 12, that he actually thought he saw Robin Williams’ ghost, just hours after he died. “I remember pulling up to the Boathouse [in Central Park] where we had our party [for The Giver] and I’m sitting there with my wife, gathering myself and I look out of the window and I say, ‘What? Is that Robin? Is that his ghost? No! It’s Radioman,'”:

DANA CARVEY is telling pals he’s convinced there is life after death, because the spirit of his friend Robin Williams keeps appearing to him!

“Robin comes to me usually in a lucid dream state or during my meditation,” Dana told a pal. “He’s as big as life, happy and joking around, and telling me I should never worry about anything because it’s all beautiful in the end.”

Sadly, Robin committed suicide on August 11, 2014, at the age of 63.

Dana has good reason to worry about death – he survived a botched heart surgery in 1998. He filed a malpractice lawsuit and was awarded nearly $8 million in damages.

“Robin supported me when my health was bad, and he still supports me now,” Dana said. “Robin’s visits were a little spooky at first, but now I look forward to these little visits from my friend.”

Dana said he’s putting those visits to good use. Both his sons, Dex and Thomas, are starting out in stand-up comedy, and he seeks advice from a ghostly Robin.

“I go to bed with questions I want to ask Robin,” he divulged. “I’ll think about asking him about my kids’ careers and my health. When I wake up, I review those questions. The answers come to me in one of Robin’s character voices – it’s amazing!”

Dana admitted missing their carefree days when he and Robin honed their routines as young stand-ups. “We weren’t making a dime in those days, we were just having fun and when I see Robin in my dreams, it’s in those happy-go-lucky days,” he said.

“When he visits me, he’s happy, he’s young and, of course, he’s VERY outspoken.” - National Enquirer

Robin Williams: When the Laughter Stops

Journey of Souls: Case Studies of Life Between Lives

Ask and It Is Given: Learning to Manifest Your Desires

Adventures of the Soul: Journeys Through the Physical and Spiritual Dimensions

My Roommate's House

The following is an account I received several years ago:

Hi...I don't have any proof to validate the stories I am about to tell you other than my word. I can only relay my experiences and tell you a little about my background in hopes you won't think I'm off my rocker.

I haven't had dozens of paranormal experiences in my life. I haven't been abducted by aliens. I never had stories to tell around the campfire...but I sure do now.

I moved into a house last December 2009. My roommate has lived in the house her entire life off and on. The house was built by her grandparents in the 1920's. She and her sister both have had experiences in the house. She doesn't talk about it much because, hello! it can make you sound crazy rambling about ghosts and such. In fact, she never told me about her experiences before I moved in. Convenient, huh?

At least 2 people have died in the house. Her great grandmother and her grandfather. Some lumber used in the house was salvaged from a home that burned down. I don't know the details of the fire whatsoever or if anyone really does.

So, I moved in. My room is upstairs, hers is down. Now I know why...because sh*t goes down upstairs.

My First Experience - I awoke from a dead sleep in the middle of the night around 3am which I almost never do. I sleep like a rock. I immediately got the heebie jeebies. I lay still and listened. I heard a creaking on the stairs and I was thinking "Oh great, someone is in here and I'm going to die now."

I froze and listened. My cat, who sleeps on the bed with me at my feet, jumped up, and ran up behind my head. I was petrified. I just laid there still...listening. I eventually fell back to sleep. No one can get in my home without making A LOT of noise. They would have to crash down the door or break a window. So, I knew no one was really there.

The fact that the cat responded to the incident freaked me out a little. Since I had been asleep...I was still groggy and fell back to sleep rather quickly. Everything was normal the next morning.

The Second Incident - Now this one, I admit, just sounds I've seen The Exorcist one too many don't know me, but I'm not a liar and I don't make sh*t up.

It was pretty late...or early depending upon how you look at it. I was around 2:30am and I was reading before going to sleep. I had on my lamp, book in hand, and the cat was asleep in his spot.

All of a sudden the bed shook. It wasn't like the entire thing shook...the only thing I can liken it to is when you have an animal on the bed and they scratch and it shakes the bed. It felt like that and lasted about that long. Again, the cat was asleep...until this happened.

He jumped up and got down off the bed. He paced the room a couple of times staring and meowing at the ceiling. I didn't see anything. He jumped up on the desk to get closer and even put his front paws on the wall a couple of times. After about 20 minutes, he settled back down and went back to sleep. I, too, went to sleep.

Third Time's the Charm - The very next night...a bit earlier this time,around 11:30pm, I was reading in bed again. The cat was sleeping in his spot. It was the same scenario...just earlier. Again, the bed shook just like the night before. The cat looked up from his spot. The pupils in his eyes got large and he looked around a minute, and then laid his head down and went right back to sleep.

Most Recently - One night, I had been trying to go to sleep for a while after reading for a bit. The cat was...I dunno. He doesn't like his spot as well in the summer. I was laying on my left side facing the wall. I was almost asleep when I felt someone there behind me. Then I felt an arm beneath my shoulder. I never felt the hand slide in, it was just suddenly there. Then a gentle touch on my right side like where you might tickle someone in the ribs.

I thought it was my roommate at first telling me she was home from her 3rd shift job for some reason or other. At the exact same moment I went to roll back to ask if everything was okay, this guttural female voice said the same word three times quickly. It sounded like someone trying to talk with a bubble in their throat and the word sounded like "keyhole" or "guilt".

With the motion of my beginning to roll back, everything dissipated. I didn't feel the touch, heard was REALLY weird.

I lay still with my eyes closed listening for several minutes. I didn't want to open my eyes because I am really not trying to SEE anything. That would freak me out to no end. About 5 minutes after the incident, the cat assumed his position on the bed and I finally fell asleep. AT

The New Annotated H. P. Lovecraft

The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark

The Paranormal Dictionary: A Complete Users Guide to Everything Paranormal

America's Most Haunted: The Secrets of Famous Paranormal Places

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

'Hell House' Experience - Ilchester, MD

I was asked to post this report by the original investigator. Since I'm intimately familiar with the location, I agreed to post. The old college is in Ilchester, MD and sits on a high ridge overlooking the Patapsco River. It is actually 3 miles downstream from Ellicott City, MD. I have written about several locations up & down the river, including a few paranormal experiences. If interested in the history of the area, may I suggest you read The Patapsco: Baltimore's River of History

It was Friday, July 18th 2014 at 5pm. I was taking digital pics at the site of The "Hell House" (formerly St. Mary's College). This Historical Site in Ellicott City, MD is nationally known for its Paranormal / Supernatural Negative and Evil activity -- this is what peaked my site exploration curiosity, especially since it was very close to me now - I have a new job close by (about a 10 minute drive).

I took the pics of the "Hell House" Site you see on this webpage - the main building I later learned may have been torn down / a safety hazard to say the least. While following the faint and overgrown trail back to my car, I realized I must have walked about 30 minutes DEEP into a thickly wooded area, which is where I took the majority of these Site images. It was 85 degrees that day, humid, and there was no wind at all.....very relative info, as you read on......

Then -- it happened. About 1/2 way back through the quiet, peaceful (seeming) woods, I got the feeling that someone / something was following me -- I could hear a faint 'rustling' sound about 5 feet behind me. I stopped and turned around- nothing. As soon as I started walking again, same noise -- stopped and looked back - still nothing. Walked again, faster this time / looking back over my shoulder - heard the same noise, and realized it was coming from a tree leaf that was trailing me -- small and stiff / dry, and clearly the source of the noise. Easy to explain-- I must have walked into a spider web at some point, and the web was hanging from my leg or shoe, and caught the leaf and dragged it along -- the leaf was always at the same exact distance behind me, regardless of my speed ( normal walk to eventual heart racing, fast jogging! ) - yup, had to be a web.

This leaf was clearly 'following' my every move, like a child playing a game of 'Follow the Leader', or trailing something very fast moving (not me- I wasn't). With my hands, I cleaned off my pants and shoes, felt my shirt as well -- there was no web -- this leaf was not attached by anything -- that is a certainty. Walked again, head turned -- leaf 5 feet behind me, moving at my pace, stopping when I stopped. My heart raced -- could this be really happening? It was. I picked up the leaf - no web / anything attached to it. It's movement was tumbling and rolling along the old, cracked roadway like you would expect a leaf to move on a windy day, but this was the only leaf moving, and it did so in a perfectly straight line centered perfectly to my bodies location on the road. There was no wind during this 'event'. Using logic, I can not explain the cause.

I RAN back to my car, completely spooked out, carrying the "lifeless" leaf in my hand. It is now pictured on this website, in a sealed jar to stop the freaky, unexplained following in my footsteps. I went back the next day and marked the spot* where the leaf was finally picked up / last "moved", and added my initials S.M.

Steve Meyer - Ellicott City "Hell House" HAUNTED LEAF

Friday, January 16, 2015

A Story of Hope

I received the following narrative from a reader:

The pictures I am sending you and the story I am sharing with you are mine. This horrible story happened to me and my family in November of 2005. My sister used to call me every night and we would talk...some times for long periods about all kinds of things, our day, dreams for the future, etc. She called me the night of 11/01/05 and we did not talk more than 10 minutes as we were both busy. I simply thought we would talk longer the next night.

I was at work on the afternoon of 11/02/05 when I got a phone call from the Sheriff’s office where my sister, Liz worked. I worked in one county and she worked in the county we both lived in. The officer on the phone told me my sister was found unconscious and she was taken by ambulance to the hospital. I immediately called my mother and told her that I was going to the hospital since it was near where I worked. My mother was recovering from a bout of pneumonia and decided to stay home. We both thought my sister had another asthma attack and that she would be alright. I went to the hospital.

The doctor in the emergency room had removed an asthma inhaler form my sisters hand and gave it to me. He told me that the inhaler was a dangerous product and that it stopped my sister’s heart. He also said he was very concerned because she had not woken up. He said that most people wake up and ask what happened to them after their heart stops. He said he was moving her to ICU and we needed to give her time. I removed an angel pin form the lapel of her shirt. I also removed three necklaces with angels on them from her neck while we were in the ER. By the time she was moved to her ICU room it was very late and I was exhausted. My sister was already in the room when I arrived and a nurse came in right after. She wrote her name “Charlotte” on the board and I felt comforted by that because that is my mother's and my daughter’s name. “Charlotte” was setting up monitors and putting blankets on my sister. She told me flat out that my sister would not recover from this incident, she said there is no way. She was kind, but frank and I would come to appreciate her honesty as time went on. I finally went home to get some sleep and I dreaded having to tell my mother in the morning about the situation. We would spend 2 weeks at the hospital with my sister. I never saw Nurse Charlotte, again.

The next 2 weeks were grueling because my mother and I spent all day at the hospital while all kinds of testing were going on. Then we would head to my sister’s house to take care of her animals. I was also going through her financial papers because her mortgage, car, and utilities still had to be paid. Finally the doctors delivered the bad news that while her heart had been stopped her brain had been deprived of oxygen and most of it was dead. The only portion of her brain that was still functioning and the reason they could not declare her brain dead was because she had just a small portion of the brain that controls breathing still functioning. After much discussion and soul searching my mother and I agreed to longer maintain her body by machines and let her go.

Our visits to the hospital became a death watch. We prayed for her, asked her forgiveness, and hoped we were making the right decision. After long days at the hospital we would now go to her house and began dismantling everything. We gave her clothes and food in the house to Salvation Army. My sister did not have a lot of cash, so after the November payment my mother and I took turns making the payments on the house. In the moments when I was not so busy and overwhelmed I asked again and again if this was the right thing to do. My sister passed away 11/17/2005 at 11:30 pm, she was only 44.

We had the funeral the next week. We had a small Christmas in December and I was frantically trying to empty her house so I could get it on the market for sale. What I did not sell I had the movers bring my sisters things to my house. I painted her house and had the carpet replaced and it sold in March of 2006.

In early January of 2006 I was not working at my sister’s house anymore because it was ready and on the market. I had several of her things in my house and one of them was a matte finish painting she had over sofa in her living room. It was large and I had the movers lean it up against the wall in my hallway. I already had a picture hanging there that had a glass covering. My intent was to hang my sisters painting over my sofa, but I wanted to paint the room to match first. My neighbor came over on the morning of January 10, 2006 and she took several pictures of the room and hall way so she could help me decorate the room tastefully. She and I saw nothing out of the ordinary while she was taking the pictures with her digital camera.

However, the next day she contacted me at work and she was hysterical and kept asking me if there was an angel in my sister’s painting? I said no, I did not think so. My sister collected angels and I have several that I retrieved from her home, but there was not one in the picture. The photos I have sent to you are two views of the same thing----a bright white light or energy in the shape of an angel. The first one is a picture my neighbor took down the hall way-----you can see the light, but may not really know what it is. The second photo was standing directly in front of the picture and the Angel is very clear in the same corner of the picture. I still have this particular painting and the amazing thing is that the trees in the painting go way up and are very solid, but they cannot be seen because of the Angel.

Was this my sister? Or was it something else to let me know that I did the right thing? I do not know. However, if I ever begin to doubt that there is more after this world then I have a solid tangible picture from my sister that there is indeed more.

Lydia R.

In the Arms of Angels: True Stories of Heavenly Guardians

Encyclopedia of Angels

The Angel Therapy Handbook