***Updated 10/6/09 4:47: Hi there guys and gals. I had a nice surprise when I got home. GodMamma Sandy from CTsoulseekers.com stopped by and left a comment regarding her experiences at Guntown in CT. Wicked cool. Thanks Sandy!***
Holy crap. What's that sound I hear? Oh, wait a second that's just silence. This has been a hell of a couple of days.
I was strolling along reading some fabulous blogs on Sunday afternoon and decided I was going to actually seek human contact. I came back to NOTHING! I had lost my connection to the "other" world. This put a huge damper on my investigation. I became more focused on why I couldn't write about crap no one wants to know about,(I had a ninny fit), and less about the reason why the wireless was down. Four hours later it came up and I had to restrain myself from ripping the cord out for spite. (Sigh..it sounds good, but I'd only do it in my head. It's free and no damage control afterward.)
On to my next installment of Freaks & Frights and Things that go bump in the night. Tonight we are going to take a look at Orbs and EVP's. My investigations are purely for my own amusement and hopefully yours. Grab some popcorn and a beverage. I am just as curious as you are. One sec...I need my snacks too.
OK. If you ever want to piss off a scientific person just tell them that Orbs are real. Don't shoot me down just yet. I do believe that orbs are possible. The problem I have is after reading the scientific point I can see how many photo's would be misinterpreted. These are images of nonentity ie. dust, rain.
Photo from here
Photo from here
I see the Orbs, but still not feeling the love. Check this one out.
Photo from here
I want to be serious about this, but doesn't it look like he just dropped a ball. I bet his shorts have a bit more room. Ouch. Dammit Lyn. OK. Moving on.
EVP...Electronic voice phenomena. I have had this happen to me before I even knew what it was. I was recording myself running lines for a play I was in. No one was home
and it was quiet. When I ran the tape back I could hear a kid talking. I could not understand a word of it and at that time I was pissed because I thought maybe my son Aaron had messed with the recorder. The only problem was it was a fresh tape I threw in there.
My son Z's GodMamma Sandy and Cousin Sue are Ghost Hunters or Paranormal Investigator's which ever you'd like to call them. They are the Wicked Bitches of New Haven County. (I will be heading for Alaska after this post for fear of Lyn's Bitchtoberfest.)
Godmamma pointed me to a site that she is a member of CTsoulseekers.com OK. Great music but not so helpful on the EVP. Actually, they do have a section dedicated to EVP, but not what I was hunting for.
Seriously folks. I have found out that hours of searching for voices of dead people make hunters very possessive. I don't blame them. I'd be marking my territory as well if I had to stake out in the dark in creepy locations. Where do you guys pee? And lets just say for instance you have a phobia regarding insects and you are in some hole trying to record and something drops on your head and crawls onto your face. What do you do?
If you came to look for the EVP's I urge you to go search . They are out there. My definition of EVP is Everyone's Very Possessive. Therefore, I am not stomping on the under appreciated Paranormal Investigators/Ghost Hunters toes, or the freshly turned earth that the dead has been laid into.
Kudo's to you all. I will stick to reading with my light on and hope that if someone is trying to contact me from the "other side" you will give me the message.