In this training paper located at: http://www.asup-inc.org/evp.htm , Rick Moran spoke of the entire history of the EVP (electronic voice phenomena) as it has evolved over the decades into what we practice today during paranormal investigations.
Since this time, we have now evolved into testing the new P-SB7 box instead of the Mini-Box which we started with. Gary Galka from DAS Distribution was working on a new box to try to communicate with his deceased daughter Melanie. (This is why the Mel-Meter was named this after his daughter in fact.) Regardless, we continue on as best we can with the technology at hand at the moment. There is a new box out as well from DAS that we will be testing soon.
At first we were not sure that the PSB-7 would meet our needs in any "real world" manner. It is an understatement to say that everything is so "iffy" in the paranormal world as far as spirit communications go. However, on the case in Cumby, Texas, recently, this device performed admirably with both the voices on the box matching what we thought it said both in "real time" and afterward listening to the recordings from the H2 Handy Recorder! Yes, it was an exciting evening for us, and although the client was not sure it was her deceased husband's voice as it was understandably distorted coming through the device, she acknowledged upon hearing the clips that the answers fit the facts and his personality!
During our last Spirit Comm. session, we also got a few words from it that appeared to have meaning. When using the Ouija Board and pendulums, it appeared at least as if Rick Moran, himself, was trying to tell us that not only was it difficult to project the words into the box and although the technology is still in its infancy, perhaps we can expect better versions in the future that will somehow allow us all to communicate with loved ones after they have passed over.
Although as I write this, it seems incredible or even incredulous even to me, I still look forward to any new innovations that may answer more questions for us all during our pursuit to prove the existence of human consciousness after death!
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Ghost Animals
This particular lesson by Rick Moran was well received by most of our investigators last year. Who doesn't love their dear pet friends?
http://www.asup-inc.org/ghostlyanimals.htm
The dog "Midget" mentioned in this lesson was my mom and dad's dear little dog. She was a small black Schnauzer, but she resembled an Affenpinscher more as she was not the best specimen!
But she was extremely smart, protective of both them and my daughter Amanda, and I think she loved the "Dog Ranch" very much because she was rescued by my dad after she had been dumped on FM Road 47 with her two pups. They got along very well, and she was the kind of dog that you don't know if they are "coming or going" from being a human she was so intelligent and knew what you were saying all the time!
We also experienced what appeared to be a possible cat haunting at a house in Garland, there are old reports of a cat haunting The Pride House by the previous owners, as well as a loud dog bark which did not match the current small pup's at the Dallas Condo case caught on an EVP that our group captured there. That dog's name was Austin who had passed away 6 months before we came, and his owner had treated like his son as he had no children.
There is also a documented case at a house in the Pocano's of spider monkeys haunting the residence/turned candle shop. Apparently, a doctor had lived there with his daughter in the early part of the 20th century. He was working on a cure for polio. He unfortunately used the monkeys to experiment on for a cure. His daughter treated them all like pets however, and a couple who were her personal pets. So now the owners can hear some of them galloping through the building at all hours (even before they knew the history of the house).
So apparently, when we treat an animal as a human, many times, they act more human through love, and stay in familiar surroundings just like human spirits!
http://www.asup-inc.org/ghostlyanimals.htm
The dog "Midget" mentioned in this lesson was my mom and dad's dear little dog. She was a small black Schnauzer, but she resembled an Affenpinscher more as she was not the best specimen!
But she was extremely smart, protective of both them and my daughter Amanda, and I think she loved the "Dog Ranch" very much because she was rescued by my dad after she had been dumped on FM Road 47 with her two pups. They got along very well, and she was the kind of dog that you don't know if they are "coming or going" from being a human she was so intelligent and knew what you were saying all the time!
We also experienced what appeared to be a possible cat haunting at a house in Garland, there are old reports of a cat haunting The Pride House by the previous owners, as well as a loud dog bark which did not match the current small pup's at the Dallas Condo case caught on an EVP that our group captured there. That dog's name was Austin who had passed away 6 months before we came, and his owner had treated like his son as he had no children.
There is also a documented case at a house in the Pocano's of spider monkeys haunting the residence/turned candle shop. Apparently, a doctor had lived there with his daughter in the early part of the 20th century. He was working on a cure for polio. He unfortunately used the monkeys to experiment on for a cure. His daughter treated them all like pets however, and a couple who were her personal pets. So now the owners can hear some of them galloping through the building at all hours (even before they knew the history of the house).
So apparently, when we treat an animal as a human, many times, they act more human through love, and stay in familiar surroundings just like human spirits!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
ALCOHOL AND THE PARANORMAL
Recently someone contacted us and said something like, "We have a ghost in the house now. It's black and has red eyes! It used to only be in the front yard, but my friend Tracy called it in one night while he was drunk! He went out into the yard and said, 'Come in! I dare ya.' And it did! Now the ghost acts up EVERY TIME Tracy is drunk!" Oh my.
My first reaction was like the psychologist who when the patient says, "I bite my fingernails. What can I do?" And the droll psychologist simply says, "Stop biting them!"
The psychological community would of course suspect that everyone in the household is drinking or on drugs, and that is the only time they see the black ghost with the red eyes!
Even as a paranormal investigator I might concur in this particular case! This could have been a complete ruse for their own enjoyment; however, they man reporting this seemed to be genuinely concerned.
We had a case early in 2009 where we captured quite a bit of real evidence over three visits -- where there do appear to be spirits haunting the original farmland that this house now sits upon in a residential area. Most of the activity was centered around one particular house guest; however, who had relapsed heavily into illegal drugs, and was acting in a very erratic manner quite suddenly after having lived there for some months prior.
The findings were that these spirits who had lived in the last century on this land were very old-fashioned, and to put it lightly they did not approve of the behavior! Therefore, they became extremely active in this house until the man finally was forced to move out by the homeowner.
On last report, the homeowner knows they are still around him at times, but now it is a much more gentle encounter, and they appear to be cohabitating very well at this point now that he understands what exactly was happening and why.
Not drinking in general, but ABUSE of alcohol and drugs do not mix well with spirits! People can either draw in spirits who like the wild life and cause havoc because of that, or they protest vehemently because it is "our house" or property, and they will not tolerate it! So just remember that the next time you "tie one on"! :)
My first reaction was like the psychologist who when the patient says, "I bite my fingernails. What can I do?" And the droll psychologist simply says, "Stop biting them!"
The psychological community would of course suspect that everyone in the household is drinking or on drugs, and that is the only time they see the black ghost with the red eyes!
Even as a paranormal investigator I might concur in this particular case! This could have been a complete ruse for their own enjoyment; however, they man reporting this seemed to be genuinely concerned.
We had a case early in 2009 where we captured quite a bit of real evidence over three visits -- where there do appear to be spirits haunting the original farmland that this house now sits upon in a residential area. Most of the activity was centered around one particular house guest; however, who had relapsed heavily into illegal drugs, and was acting in a very erratic manner quite suddenly after having lived there for some months prior.
The findings were that these spirits who had lived in the last century on this land were very old-fashioned, and to put it lightly they did not approve of the behavior! Therefore, they became extremely active in this house until the man finally was forced to move out by the homeowner.
On last report, the homeowner knows they are still around him at times, but now it is a much more gentle encounter, and they appear to be cohabitating very well at this point now that he understands what exactly was happening and why.
Not drinking in general, but ABUSE of alcohol and drugs do not mix well with spirits! People can either draw in spirits who like the wild life and cause havoc because of that, or they protest vehemently because it is "our house" or property, and they will not tolerate it! So just remember that the next time you "tie one on"! :)
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Soulmates
We had a recent case in which a story was told to us that has stuck with me for some time now:
It seems that 40 some-odd years ago, when our client was a very young child, she lived with her parents and several brothers and sisters in a small Texas town. Her father was a long-distance trucker, and her mother a stay-at-home mom.
They had grown quite used to this lifestyle since it paid the bills, and the family was fairly secure financially. Sometimes it was difficult however to be apart because this man and woman were quite possibly “soulmates”.
They had known each other since they were young teenagers, and they loved each other with a deep abiding love that is seldom seem today. Yet, of course, they endured the separations for the sake of their family!
One night in winter time, when it was just mildly chilly in Texas (and yet could become bitterly cold in the Northern states), the man became stranded in his truck during an intense sudden blizzard as he drove back home after hauling cargo cross-country.
His wife had no idea of what was happening to her husband because the weather had changed drastically where he had been driving and had caught him completely by surprise. In fact, he had no real protection against the sudden intense cold weather other than just his clothing and a light quilted jacket. He had no choice though but to pull over to wait it all out since the road had become impassible.
Sometime during the deep night, the wife began to have a dream about her husband. During the dream, she could tell that he was in some kind of trouble. It all seemed very vague, and yet she felt the panic and fear that he must have been feeling during that long night. In this dream state, she remembered that she placed a blanket around him to protect him, but from what she did not really know at the time.
The dream stuck with her and haunted her the next morning, but since this was in the days before cell phones, she could not just call him to check on his safety. She had no choice but to wait.
Sometime the next day, she began to feel better about him, but again she really did not know why. It just seemed as if the danger had passed in some way. She hoped he would stop and call, but somehow she sensed that he was all right.
He was at least about a day and a half late in getting there from his normal “run”and about three days since she'd had the disturbing dream, but once again, she told herself: Sometimes things would happen with his loads that made him late from time to time.
Then suddenly he arrived at their home. As he walked into the house, she looked up and saw a pink blanket in his hands! She was shocked by the sight, knew she didn't recognize the blanket, but thought surely there was a logical explanation for it.
After she ran to him and hugged and kisses him in relief, she, of course, asked him about the blanket. He confessed to her that he had gotten stuck in the blizzard that one night. Of course, it turned out to be the same night that she had had the nightmare about him!
He told her quietly that he had been extremely cold and he was trying to keep warm and stay awake throughout the night in the cab of his truck. Finally, at one point, however, he had unwittingly dozed off. When he awoke a little while later, he was covered with the pink blanket! Neither one of them had ever owned a pink blanket, and he was certain that it had not been in his truck before he went to sleep!
In the paranormal world, this phenomenon is called to “apport” and is quite “simply” the transfer of an object from one place to another by the power of the mind or by a spirit. As fantastic as that concept is alone, in this case, it still begs the questions: Where did the blanket come from originally since neither of them admitted to having owned a pink blanket before? Did the wife conjure up a blanket from thin air or did she somehow managed to procure a brand new one from another location?
Not only that, but since she remembered covering him with the blanket personally, did she have an out-of-body experience? No one will ever really know. But the blanket remained at the end of their bed from that point forward as a reminder to them both about something they both considered to be quite literally a “miracle”.
Can they prove their story? No.
Can ASUP just accept the story as truth for our research since it happened 40 years ago, and there is no evidence of it having occurred? Absolutely not. It was, is, and unfortunately must remain purely anecdotal!
You must admit though that it's a very compelling subject!. This narrative was told to the couple's children and now to their children. It has become a family legend – a gift or part of an inheritance if you will – about the power of love – to be told and retold in their family for generation after generation!
Sometimes this concept alone can be more powerful than the actual event!
It seems that 40 some-odd years ago, when our client was a very young child, she lived with her parents and several brothers and sisters in a small Texas town. Her father was a long-distance trucker, and her mother a stay-at-home mom.
They had grown quite used to this lifestyle since it paid the bills, and the family was fairly secure financially. Sometimes it was difficult however to be apart because this man and woman were quite possibly “soulmates”.
They had known each other since they were young teenagers, and they loved each other with a deep abiding love that is seldom seem today. Yet, of course, they endured the separations for the sake of their family!
One night in winter time, when it was just mildly chilly in Texas (and yet could become bitterly cold in the Northern states), the man became stranded in his truck during an intense sudden blizzard as he drove back home after hauling cargo cross-country.
His wife had no idea of what was happening to her husband because the weather had changed drastically where he had been driving and had caught him completely by surprise. In fact, he had no real protection against the sudden intense cold weather other than just his clothing and a light quilted jacket. He had no choice though but to pull over to wait it all out since the road had become impassible.
Sometime during the deep night, the wife began to have a dream about her husband. During the dream, she could tell that he was in some kind of trouble. It all seemed very vague, and yet she felt the panic and fear that he must have been feeling during that long night. In this dream state, she remembered that she placed a blanket around him to protect him, but from what she did not really know at the time.
The dream stuck with her and haunted her the next morning, but since this was in the days before cell phones, she could not just call him to check on his safety. She had no choice but to wait.
Sometime the next day, she began to feel better about him, but again she really did not know why. It just seemed as if the danger had passed in some way. She hoped he would stop and call, but somehow she sensed that he was all right.
He was at least about a day and a half late in getting there from his normal “run”and about three days since she'd had the disturbing dream, but once again, she told herself: Sometimes things would happen with his loads that made him late from time to time.
Then suddenly he arrived at their home. As he walked into the house, she looked up and saw a pink blanket in his hands! She was shocked by the sight, knew she didn't recognize the blanket, but thought surely there was a logical explanation for it.
After she ran to him and hugged and kisses him in relief, she, of course, asked him about the blanket. He confessed to her that he had gotten stuck in the blizzard that one night. Of course, it turned out to be the same night that she had had the nightmare about him!
He told her quietly that he had been extremely cold and he was trying to keep warm and stay awake throughout the night in the cab of his truck. Finally, at one point, however, he had unwittingly dozed off. When he awoke a little while later, he was covered with the pink blanket! Neither one of them had ever owned a pink blanket, and he was certain that it had not been in his truck before he went to sleep!
In the paranormal world, this phenomenon is called to “apport” and is quite “simply” the transfer of an object from one place to another by the power of the mind or by a spirit. As fantastic as that concept is alone, in this case, it still begs the questions: Where did the blanket come from originally since neither of them admitted to having owned a pink blanket before? Did the wife conjure up a blanket from thin air or did she somehow managed to procure a brand new one from another location?
Not only that, but since she remembered covering him with the blanket personally, did she have an out-of-body experience? No one will ever really know. But the blanket remained at the end of their bed from that point forward as a reminder to them both about something they both considered to be quite literally a “miracle”.
Can they prove their story? No.
Can ASUP just accept the story as truth for our research since it happened 40 years ago, and there is no evidence of it having occurred? Absolutely not. It was, is, and unfortunately must remain purely anecdotal!
You must admit though that it's a very compelling subject!. This narrative was told to the couple's children and now to their children. It has become a family legend – a gift or part of an inheritance if you will – about the power of love – to be told and retold in their family for generation after generation!
Sometimes this concept alone can be more powerful than the actual event!
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
A Case of Synchronicity
Rick Moran, the Founder and Coordinator of ASUP spoke a lot about the synchronicity in all of our lives.
According to Wikipedia.com, "Synchronicity is the experience of two or more events that are apparently causally unrelated occurring together in a meaningful manner. To count as synchronicity, the events should be unlikely to occur together by chance."
So on this, the one-month anniversary of Rick's passing, I find that I am once again reminded and can no longer keep quiet about just what happened in the days before and at his funeral.
You see, Rick was Scottish on one side of the family and Irish on the other. He was raised very much in those traditions by his mother and his "Sainted Grandmother". He was also raised a Catholic, was the "product of a Jesuit education" as he was fond of saying, and in fact was a Deacon of a large church in Manhattan at one time. As many people do, he strayed this way and then that way during the course of his life investigating several religious traditions, but once again came back to at least the core beliefs of the Catholic faith. He and his wife Joi used to attend a parish church at one time in The Colony, but they had moved to Wills Point three years ago, and had not attended regularly since that time.
Rick passed over unexpectedly that day on March 13, 2010. He did have a known heart condition, but he had been doing so well recently, that it was truly a shock when he collapsed.
However, even this situation was interesting. Rick had had a WONDERFUL day full of accomplishments in regard to a new hoop house being set up on the ranch. He and I were just about to leave on yet another investigation together (his first love besides Joi). My husband Joe had been with him earlier that day, I had talked to him on the phone before driving over there, and he and Joi had had a lovely lunch. We all commented that he was happier than we had seen him in weeks.
Joi and I were luckily right there with him in the room when he began to go down. He got dizzy, reached out for me, and I know at that moment we both thought he would be fine if he just sat down in a chair. When that did not work out quite as planned, I eased him down as best as I could so he would not hit his head on the floor.
Joi began monitoring him right away as she used to be a Fire Department Captain in New York and is a trained EMT. I called 911 immediately. Everything that COULD be done was in fact done which I can tell everyone makes a HUGE difference when dealing with the "what-if's" of life and death!
Afterward, we were all devastated of course, and although in shock, funeral arrangements were made in a timely and efficient manner. However, to the family members it was VERY important that a priest at least officiate even if he could not do full mass at the funeral!
That afternoon and the next day, calls were made. The only two priests in the immediate area were tied up with other things with their own parish members, and as Rick was not a member, they could not rearrange their schedules. Other Catholic churches within 30 miles, as well as the Dallas and Tyler Dioceses, both 50 miles away, were called by his family, but to no avail!
Finally, one of our Directors, Sheryl Baird, contacted me on Tuesday evening and simply asked in general (not knowing yet about the dilemma), "Is there ANYTHING I can do?" I quipped in complete irony, "Can you find a Priest???!!!" Surprisingly, Sheryl said (because she's just this way), "I'll do what I can!"
Wednesday morning, bright and early, Sheryl began to call. She called anybody and everybody she could think of in the entire Dallas/Ft. Worth area. Finally, a very nice Priest, a Fr. Michael in Mesquite said, "I'll find you a priest!"
Two and a half hours later, a very nice man with a lilting accent called Sheryl back. He said that he was the Priest over a small Catholic church in -- are you ready for this name -- Gun Barrel City -- a VERY small town near a recreational lake about an hour Southwest from Wills Point. She couldn't place the accent, but something about this priest was different. He asked, "Why on EARTH would ya schedule a funeral WITHOUT a Priest?" lol! He said he would rearrange his schedule and be there although he could not perform full Mass without permission from the Diocese. She told him that was all right. We just needed a Priest to officiate for the family. Whew! What a relief.
He called the funeral home right away to get the details. The funeral was spectacular -- a celebration -- as his wife Joi has since commented. His daughter Nichole arranged for a man wearing a traditional kilt to play the bagpipes, and led the family into the chapel. One of the songs played during the funeral was a traditional Irish prayer. The Masons came and conducted a brief ceremony as well since Rick was "Legacy Mason".
When we looked down at the funeral program, we were astonished to find the name "Fr. Francis Dowd". A chill went over those of us in the "know". Francis Dowd is an IRISH name -- of course!
It seems that Father Francis came straight from Ireland several years ago to Texas, and has a wonderful first generation accent. He performed an incredible service in English, Latin AND in Gaellic (which Rick was fluent in)! During the ceremony, he commented, "I knew this man!" A small gasp went through the family members and close friends. Understandably, everyone at this point were even more surprised and shocked to say the least!
After the service, he walked up to Joi and said, "I used to see Rick at the Knights of Columbus meetings several years ago in Rockwall." Rick and Joi had lived in Rockwall back in the 90's when they first moved from New York to Texas, and Rockwall is about another hour away from Wills Point in the opposite direction.
Now perhaps reading all of this, you think that this is ALL just a coincidence, but those of us who knew Rick well do not think so. We like to look at it as one final lesson from a man who taught us all so much about all the possibilities in life!
Copyright © 2010, The ASUP, Inc.
According to Wikipedia.com, "Synchronicity is the experience of two or more events that are apparently causally unrelated occurring together in a meaningful manner. To count as synchronicity, the events should be unlikely to occur together by chance."
So on this, the one-month anniversary of Rick's passing, I find that I am once again reminded and can no longer keep quiet about just what happened in the days before and at his funeral.
You see, Rick was Scottish on one side of the family and Irish on the other. He was raised very much in those traditions by his mother and his "Sainted Grandmother". He was also raised a Catholic, was the "product of a Jesuit education" as he was fond of saying, and in fact was a Deacon of a large church in Manhattan at one time. As many people do, he strayed this way and then that way during the course of his life investigating several religious traditions, but once again came back to at least the core beliefs of the Catholic faith. He and his wife Joi used to attend a parish church at one time in The Colony, but they had moved to Wills Point three years ago, and had not attended regularly since that time.
Rick passed over unexpectedly that day on March 13, 2010. He did have a known heart condition, but he had been doing so well recently, that it was truly a shock when he collapsed.
However, even this situation was interesting. Rick had had a WONDERFUL day full of accomplishments in regard to a new hoop house being set up on the ranch. He and I were just about to leave on yet another investigation together (his first love besides Joi). My husband Joe had been with him earlier that day, I had talked to him on the phone before driving over there, and he and Joi had had a lovely lunch. We all commented that he was happier than we had seen him in weeks.
Joi and I were luckily right there with him in the room when he began to go down. He got dizzy, reached out for me, and I know at that moment we both thought he would be fine if he just sat down in a chair. When that did not work out quite as planned, I eased him down as best as I could so he would not hit his head on the floor.
Joi began monitoring him right away as she used to be a Fire Department Captain in New York and is a trained EMT. I called 911 immediately. Everything that COULD be done was in fact done which I can tell everyone makes a HUGE difference when dealing with the "what-if's" of life and death!
Afterward, we were all devastated of course, and although in shock, funeral arrangements were made in a timely and efficient manner. However, to the family members it was VERY important that a priest at least officiate even if he could not do full mass at the funeral!
That afternoon and the next day, calls were made. The only two priests in the immediate area were tied up with other things with their own parish members, and as Rick was not a member, they could not rearrange their schedules. Other Catholic churches within 30 miles, as well as the Dallas and Tyler Dioceses, both 50 miles away, were called by his family, but to no avail!
Finally, one of our Directors, Sheryl Baird, contacted me on Tuesday evening and simply asked in general (not knowing yet about the dilemma), "Is there ANYTHING I can do?" I quipped in complete irony, "Can you find a Priest???!!!" Surprisingly, Sheryl said (because she's just this way), "I'll do what I can!"
Wednesday morning, bright and early, Sheryl began to call. She called anybody and everybody she could think of in the entire Dallas/Ft. Worth area. Finally, a very nice Priest, a Fr. Michael in Mesquite said, "I'll find you a priest!"
Two and a half hours later, a very nice man with a lilting accent called Sheryl back. He said that he was the Priest over a small Catholic church in -- are you ready for this name -- Gun Barrel City -- a VERY small town near a recreational lake about an hour Southwest from Wills Point. She couldn't place the accent, but something about this priest was different. He asked, "Why on EARTH would ya schedule a funeral WITHOUT a Priest?" lol! He said he would rearrange his schedule and be there although he could not perform full Mass without permission from the Diocese. She told him that was all right. We just needed a Priest to officiate for the family. Whew! What a relief.
He called the funeral home right away to get the details. The funeral was spectacular -- a celebration -- as his wife Joi has since commented. His daughter Nichole arranged for a man wearing a traditional kilt to play the bagpipes, and led the family into the chapel. One of the songs played during the funeral was a traditional Irish prayer. The Masons came and conducted a brief ceremony as well since Rick was "Legacy Mason".
When we looked down at the funeral program, we were astonished to find the name "Fr. Francis Dowd". A chill went over those of us in the "know". Francis Dowd is an IRISH name -- of course!
It seems that Father Francis came straight from Ireland several years ago to Texas, and has a wonderful first generation accent. He performed an incredible service in English, Latin AND in Gaellic (which Rick was fluent in)! During the ceremony, he commented, "I knew this man!" A small gasp went through the family members and close friends. Understandably, everyone at this point were even more surprised and shocked to say the least!
After the service, he walked up to Joi and said, "I used to see Rick at the Knights of Columbus meetings several years ago in Rockwall." Rick and Joi had lived in Rockwall back in the 90's when they first moved from New York to Texas, and Rockwall is about another hour away from Wills Point in the opposite direction.
Now perhaps reading all of this, you think that this is ALL just a coincidence, but those of us who knew Rick well do not think so. We like to look at it as one final lesson from a man who taught us all so much about all the possibilities in life!
Copyright © 2010, The ASUP, Inc.
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