Use of digital recorder is an inexpensive way to capture EVPs.

I’ve had lots of things going on in my house for 18 years.  Since we moved back in after our fire, on and off for 5 years now, we’ll smell toast.  Sometimes accompanied with butter, jelly, or even tuna.  My daughter and I affectingly refer to him as “toast man”.  This particular night, my cousin, daughter and I smelled it accompanied by cold spots.  After we explained we sometimes smell tuna to my cousin, the tuna smell came.  We all smelled it.  I then ran to grab my digital recorder.  Listening to it straight of the recorder, it sounded like a distant sigh.  Listening to it louder on the computer is a different story.   We captured a couple of EVPs in an hours time.  The following was the most unmistakable, easiest to hear….    This is a very non threatening spirit, but hearing it for the first time, still gave me a slight chill.

Because I can’t afford totally fancy programming, I had to record the sound separate from the video (used a free program) and splice back together to have the sound with the visual, near the end it’s a little “off”, but it is the actual recording from my house.

What do you think it’s saying?

Spirits can contact us in many different obscure ways, complex equipment isn’t always necessary. Solid sound, touch, feelings. Simple electronics such as Via EVP upon play back of tape on a recorder (or digital these days), behind white noise which I’ve yet to experience, and yes, even an $11.99 touch lamp.

I’d received word a former co-worker had passed away the night before.  She’d been living with a heart problem for years.  We hadn’t worked together for about 2 years, but kept in touch on and off. We coincidentally shared an interest in spirits, the after life and the great beyond.  She too had a gift.  Beth could see auras and possessed mediumship abilities.  We would have dreams the same night, where her’s would continue from the dream I had, or mine continue from her’s.  It was actually quite cool.  We’d learn later, these dreams turned out to be a warning of sorts of things to come. 

I had not seen her for nearly 2 years when I got word that she had passed away only hours before.  I sadly informed my daughter as she was fond of “Ms. Beth”, and Beth was very fond of her since she was in kindergarten.   That night, I was sitting with my daughter in her room.  The touch lamp on her night stand went off by itself. From the light of the tv I could see the silhouette of my daughter staring back at me in surprise with her mouth hanging open. (In the past we had extremely heavy activity in our house, I won’t get into it now, but it included 3 touch lamps in our house when activity would get heavy. However at this point it had been a good year or more since then.)   I told her to turn it back on.  She did.  30 seconds later it went off again.  My daughter got really nervous.  I told her “don’t worry, it’s ok. Turn it back on, I wonder if it’s Ms. Beth saying hello and she’s ok and she’s just getting our attention.”  It went off again.  This time I told her “wait, leave it.”  5-10 seconds it came back on dim.  We both smiled and I said I do think it’s her.   I said “Beth, if it’s you doing this with the light, do it again, only this time, tap it once or twice to make it brighter.  If you are NOT Beth, tap it 3 times to turn it off.”  About 15 seconds passed.  Then the room got heavy, like a pressure a slight vibration accompanied it, then a low humm buzz kind of noise kicked in, and the lamp went one brighter, then 3 seconds later the hum came again and the lamp went to the brightest setting.  There it stopped.  I told my daughter with much enthusiasm, “It IS Ms. Beth!  She’s ok!”  I then told Beth I was sorry for her family that she left that still needed her, but they know better then anyone that she would be around them.  I thank her for everything and thanked her for proving more proof that life goes on after our physical bodies pass.  I told her she’s welcome to come back and visit me any time.  I could feel her wisk off.   The lamp didn’t do anything else that night or for a few months.  Beth came back shortly after that to tell me how strange it really is attending your own funeral service, but that it’s kinda cool.  It hurts to see everyone you love in pain, but she enjoyed listening in on the things others had to say about her.  She seemed excited about being on the other end of mediumship.

Beth was able to communicate with us through a simple touch lamp, something easily manipulated though energies.  She knows, I have my own personal mortality fears, and felt it important I know she was still about.  I’m grateful she took the time to visit.  Fancy gadgets are cool, but not always necessary.  A simple, cheap touch lamp can alert you to a spirit visitor.

Something from the depths of the ocean?  Attractive as it may be, it ain’t pretty as it looks.  No. It is something I worry about almost every day.  Just one of these.  Something anyone who has or had cancer.  A single cancer cell.  Just one, can change your life forever.  Just one haunts you.  There is a new-ish test out there now entering the arena for cancer testing tool called CellSearch™.  It detects cancer cells differently then tumor marker tests and much more accurately and might be used as a tool to determine if cancer treatment is working and if you can be switched to a less toxic therapy or which therapies are working for you or aren’t working for you.

Below excerpts from RARITAN, N.J.,…  

“Veridex, LLC… (Feb 2008)… announced that the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) has granted an expanded clearance for the CellSearch™ System to be used as an aid in the monitoring of metastatic prostate cancer (MPC) patients. The CellSearch™ System currently is cleared for monitoring metastatic breast and metastatic colorectal cancer patients. The CellSearch™ System identifies and counts circulating tumor cells (CTCs) in a blood sample to predict progression-free survival and overall survival in patients with metastatic breast, colorectal or prostate cancer, and can do so earlier than the current standard of care. The results of serial testing for CTCs with the CellSearch™ System provide additional information to the oncologist and does so earlier than other currently approved diagnostic modalities, thereby allowing the oncologist to make more-informed patient care decisions.”

If you are concerned with your regular testing’s accuracy, ask your doctor to do the CellSearch™  test.  Mine did.  It can give you piece of mind, or a heads up for your doctor on which treatments are working for your, if you need a full course of treatment or if just a couple is enough .

… “Currently, oncologists often have to wait several months before they can determine if a specific treatment is beneficial to the patient. The CellSearch™ System helps physicians to predict disease progression and patient survival any time during therapy.  “I am extremely pleased that we now can offer this test to patients with metastatic prostate cancer,” said Dr. Louis Fink of the  Nevada Cancer Institute in Las Vegas, Nevada. “We have been evaluating the clinical utility of the CellSearchTM System in  patients with metastatic prostate cancer since January 2007. Our findings demonstrate a strong indication that the baseline number of Circulating Tumor Cells (CTCs) is prognostic, and that the number of prostate CTCs is altered by the therapy.” Dr. Nick Vogelzang, also of the Nevada Cancer Institute, continued, “We have compared CellSearch™ CTC test results to the standard clinical and  biomedical parameters, such as prostate specific antigen (PSA) measured in MPC patients. A decrease in the number of CTCs is most often associated with patients successfully responding to therapy. Further analysis of CTCs may provide information as to the most efficacious treatments for specific individuals.”…”

… “The CellSearch™ System is the first diagnostic test to automate the detection and enumeration of CTCs, cancer cells that detach from solid tumors and enter the blood stream, and is a new class of diagnostic tools. The system’s specificity, sensitivity and reproducibility allow for serial assessment of CTCs as early as the first cycle of treatment to help evaluate disease progression sooner. The CellSearchTM System was originally cleared by the FDA in January 2004 as a diagnostic tool for identifying and counting CTCs in a blood sample to predict progression-free survival and overall survival in patients with metastatic breast cancer. …”

Wait. I kind of wonder, why haven’t we heard MORE about this if it has been around for metastatic breast cancer for FIVE YEARS?!

… “The authors of this study concluded: “The very short median progression-free survival in patients with elevated circulating tumor cells at the first follow-up visit suggests that these patients are receiving ineffective therapy.” In addition, as recently as November 2006, a metastatic breast cancer study was published in Clinical Cancer Research where the authors concluded: “The results reported here indicate that the evaluation of CTCs is an accurate measure of treatment efficacy.” Additionally, the authors said: “The ability to serially quantitate and interrogate CTCs in patients with breast cancer makes possible new ways of managing and investigating the disease.” Dr. N. Vogelzang is the recipient of a research fellowship grant from Veridex for the purpose of supporting independent research in metastatic prostate cancer patients.

For case studies, and more complete information visit Veridex:

http://www.veridex.com/CellSearch/CellSearchHCP.aspx

Spirits can orchestrate or manipulate situations to have an outcome for us that can make us take notice or open our eyes to an opportunity we may have otherwise missed or ignored. It’s all around us. You only need to recognize it.

Is Saint Nicholas real? What about Santa Clause? Over many years these two have been blurred together. Santa Clause is an idea. Dare I say, propaganda. St. Nicholas however, was an actual person who truly performed charitable deeds and was granted sainthood. He is still in existence as spirit just as we one day will. I use the word spirit as living entity. Not merely an ideal in one’s heart.

My daughter is a kindhearted, intelligent child. When she obtained a certain age she began questioning Santa Clause. I didn’t want to be untruthful, misinform, nor did I want to damage the enchantment of this supernatural entity. There is actually a truthful balance to this mystical being. He undeniably lived on this Earth; Yet continues to be present as a spirit entity. Spirits, guides, angels, all (with the help or approval of God) can orchestrate events or a simple moment which can lead us to where we should be or assist in what we need to accomplish. I explained to her St. Nicholas was indeed authentic, and gave a brief synopsis of his selfless achievement.

A seemingly simple, yet fantastic example of spirit orchestration was one of the impossible items my daughter had on her Christmas list. A Criss Angel doll. It didn’t exist. In wanting to preserve the enchantment, I set out on a quest that lead me to Magical Dolls almost effortlessly. Hmmmmm. Magical. I found it takes months to special order one of these amazingly realistic dolls. However upon contacting the Artist “something” inspired this wonderful, personable, caring woman to not only take on the job with only 2 weeks left on the clock, but to enhance the awe for a child by sending a handwritten note from “Elf Brigitte” on the most beautifully hand sketched angelic type fairy stationary. Something lead me to Magical Dolls. Something inspired Brigitte to go out of her way, take my daughter’s impossible wish and turn it into charming reality. Something. Something I give credit to not only her kind heart, but to spirit for leading me to her. Yes Sarah, there is a St. Nicholas. He lives in the hearts of everyone who helps others. He inspires them.

My daughter continues to question me each year. Her lists are always very short, but they began innocently containing at least one item she would dream up that didn’t exist. And thus began the series of “tests”. “It doesn’t exist, but SANTA can make it. Can’t he?” That item of course would be at the top of the list.

This past Christmas List, had something on it. Something ever so simple. Simple, yet completely out of human hands… Snow. She longed for oodles of snow at home. Enough to snowmobile on. She had taken and passed her safety class which would allow her to drive one, even though we had not had enough snow in years passed, nor enough money to take a trip. There was no choice but to place that request in the hands of God and his helpers. She wanted snow so badly even if it wasn’t enough to snowmobile on, she at least was hoping for a White Christmas instead of the muddy ones we’d been getting.

Miraculously, just before Christmas, we - were - dumped - on - with - snow! More then enough! Not only did she get her White Christmas, the snow stayed in tact and she was able to snowmobile. TWICE (so far). This was something money truly couldn’t buy.

A hope and a wish in one’s heart. A seemingly impossible mission, became exonerate reality. An unachievable event, materialized.

Faith, hope and dreams. Enchanted mysticism restored. Doubt erased. In her heart and in MINE.

Yes Sarah, there really IS a St. Nicholas. He can orchestrate events, just as other spirits can.

Smelling the roses. Ahhhh, they smell good.

Routine. Balance. Normal. Hopefully I’ll find it. Preferably one that with plenty of quality family time and rose smelling.

Is it to punish us for something we did? 

I believe there are two main reasons bad things happen.  One is to teach us a lesson we need to learn before returning to our creator.  The other is free will given to each soul on earth.

God does not “punish” us. Meaning, He doesn’t “get even” with us for something bad or mischievous we may have done. For instance, I had a mean thought pertaining to my mother today, so now I went and had a car accident.  I don’t believe it works quite like that.   Sometimes bad things happen because of free will, where someone else causes something destructive to happen directly related to a choice of action they made. Sometimes, a seemingly negative thing happens because, He is giving us the opportunity to learn what we need to learn. Just like a mom has to let her toddler learn to walk. That toddler will fall many times before being able to do it well on her own. But mom stands there with her arms near that toddler in case she falls, so the fall won’t hurt quite as much. But the fall has to happen, till you learn. Sometimes God has to let us fall down and scrape our knees to learn a lesson. But he is right there to pick us up when we need support.

Sometimes, you need to look deeper into how your prayer was answered.

If you pray for more patients, he will present to you an opportunity to BE patient.

I guess sometimes this is when one could say, be careful what you wish for.

You need to look past the bad not only for what you can learn, but ask what good actually came of it? 

An example of this is… One day I was at my wits end.  I was working to begin a new career, after coming from a mass layoff.  We were in financial turmoil having trouble paying even the smallest of bills and I was desperately trying to make our mortgage payments.  I was, staring at the bills sprawled out on the floor among the bill collection notices (from when my husband was in the hospital succumbing to an infection that spread throughout his body) none of these bills were credit card bills (we don’t use them). So there I was, staring at these bills that had been taunting us for a couple of years, wondering which ones I would sacrifice this month and not pay.  Tears began streaming. I collapsed to my knees begging for God to help us.  Relentlessly begging over and over for resolution to this crisis. 

I finally pulled myself together, and began the day like the rest of my days.  From having a cup of coffee to getting my 6 year old ready for kindergarten and driving her to school.  To my complete dismay, I returned home 15 minutes later to my house burning down!  Guess I don’t have to stare at THAT stack of bills anymore. (I did go partially in to rescue my daughter’s birthday puppy. Stupid, but I did. One cat made it, but the other perished .)  Lucky that my daughter, husband or myself weren’t in the house sleeping!  That’s when I realized how important family really is.  Love over any possession.   I always knew it.  But this was the first time I can recall of FEELING it.

So I learned

1: Don’t drive your kids to school in your pajamas (especially on a 10 F degree day)

2: Be careful what you wish for

3: Love & Family (along with God) above all else is most important. Material things mean nothing.

We developed a close bond as a family following that fire. A couple of years goes by, and that bond starts to drift.  I began wishing we could have that closeness again.  And wondering how I can re create that.  Wondering.  But not Doing.

Now, going through cancer, I’m learning, not only to appreciate my family, but to TELL them how much I appreciate them and love them.

Why do bad things happen?  Sometimes we ask for help and receive it in mysterious ways. But need to learn to recognize it.  Sometimes, we go through life with blinders on and the “bad thing” is a message from our own burning bush loud enough for us to hear, a wake up call to take notice of a lesson we need to learn.  Sometimes bad things happen to someone, for someone else to be affected by it and learn.

Through out this cancer ordeal, believe it or not, I have NEVER ONCE asked “WHY ME”. Instead, I’ve been praying my butt off that I, and anyone around me, is learning exactly what I (we) are supposed to be learning. (Perhaps in hopes that the cancer will be over and done and I won’t have to deal with it or worry about it ever again.)

Even though some people hate hearing it, there is a reason for nearly everything.

Written 3/1708 – updated 11/30/08

The trip there was time consuming, and one of which the sharp details I will never forget. I stayed for what seemed like an entire day but receiving a great deal information, instantaneously. Complete harmony. Almost paradise.

Just when I felt comfortable here, it was quite evident it was time to leave as I was whisked away swiftly. The return voyage was more rapid. Everything flew past me in a rewind of sorts. I woke abruptly, almost breathless, slamming back into my body. I possessed conflicting emotions all at once, sad to leave, happy to see him, content knowing it’s fantastic there, confusion, a knowledge and an understanding like I’ve never had before. I was honored he shared this with me. The exciting feelings still linger in me today. It was the most vivid experience I’d ever have. More vivid then me sitting here now.

This was such an intense, insightful, profound experience, it motivated me to continue my journey, learn about spirits, guides, grow my faith and ultimately the desire to share with others that the buck doesn’t stop here, through proof of their own loved ones that have passed on through mediumship.

I knew there were different levels of Heaven, but I never understood quite how it all worked, until recently. Which I will share soon.

Dreams.  

Real or just a mind release?

Some dreams are just that. Dreams. A release of the mind. Some dreams have meaning. Not all dreams have a secret deep meaning. Some are not meant to be directed but are the mind unwinding. Some hold meaning for someone else and not ourselves. I’ve had horrific nightmares (that later came back as happening to someone somewhere else and I later heard about it the news days later)

But some dreams are pretty damn straight forward. Especially when they are in fact an astral trip or a visit.

What is an astral trip? It is the most of vivid dreams you can have. Good trips leave you feeling quite content, and at times well rested even though you were out gallivanting all night.

I didn’t know it till I was much older, but I’ve had a couple astral trips since I was little. The one I remember best, like it was yesterday, is a more recent one from 1994.

My grandfather was a man anyone would be happy to call Grandpa. He was strong and very wise. He was proud of each and every child in his family no matter how much of a screw up we might have become. His home was always open. In fact, when any of his own children or grand children felt it necessary to “leave home” or needed a place to stay, we knew we could stay at his house. His heart was huge and his arms were open. Always. And we all took our turns living there briefly. He was the glue that held our extended family together. Sure, he’d yell at ya if your shoes got too close to the couch to get them off the damn couch. But he also welcomed us kids by tossing us up in the air toward the ceiling. He always caught us. I grew up in his house from the time I was a year old till my mother re-married and I was 7. I was back again when I left the house of my unbearably abusive step father at 17. You could talk to this man about anything. Love, life, religion (his faith was strong), ghosts, anything. Some times his humor would take us by surprise. Like the time he made fun of my mom going for a manicure. He came running out of his bedroom with his nails painted fire engine red and said “See? I did that for .50 cents!”

He was the most important male figure in my life. So it was no surprise that he would walk me down the isle when I got married in May of ’93. I was actually the first one he had walked down the isle. You could see on his face how honored he was to do this important job. His daughters didn’t get married with the typical conventional church ceremony. I was the first grand child. And his first (and only) marriage give away.

We danced what is normally the Father Daughter dance at my reception. I picked “Grandpa” by The Judds. Our entire family formed a chained circle around us. There wasn’t a dry eye in the place. Everyone there loved him so. He did other things behind the scenes to make my wedding special. a few months later, he passed suddenly on New Year’s Eve of a heart attack at 73. I was overwhelmed with great loss. Everyone in our family and extended family was devastated. He helped every single one in our family in some way or another. Whether it be deep conversation, a pat on the back or a ride somewhere. He held great pride for everyone in his family. He was in excellent health (just like Mr. Clean all the way. White T-shirt, bald & muscles, he exercised and pumped iron daily.) Yet he was a very humble man as well.

He always fed his mind and “Never Stop Learning” is just one thing I learned from him along with unconditional love and devotion.

We all felt a great loss. But we never really lost him.

Shortly after his death (a couple months), he came to me in a dream. It wasn’t just any dream. Beyond profound. He took me on an astral trip and showed me heaven. Showed me how to get there, and where I may live one day. It was more vivid and clear then any “real” feelings or things we experience here on earth.

He shared his love and wisdom when he was in his earthly body, and even after his death, he shared his compassion and knowledge.

I woke with so many emotions, sad, happy, content, confused, knowledge, and an understanding like I’ve never had before. Mostly honored he shared this with me.

The journey with Grandpa is in the next post.

Share your vivid astral/dreams with me.

My faith is strengthened through each meditation and sitting because I know without a doubt there is a heaven.  A glorious higher place we graduate to where we continue to learn and grow.

Which recently, means even more to me then it has in the past. Ever since I was diagnosed with an aggressive Advanced Invasive Breast Cancer (which I continue to cronical here…) Some sittings bring on silly surprises.  But EVERY sitting leaves me feeling whole with validation.

I’m a regular woman, with a somewhat normal family & life. Yes, we argue.  No my house isn’t always clean.  I believe in honesty, although I don’t always offer information to my husband about every little item I’ve purchased on a shopping trip.  I’ve had experiences that some people consider extraordinary.  The only thing UN regular about me is the fact that I do sittings for others.

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