When Magic Happens

I  enjoy giving readings to people face to face. I can feel their energy up close, see their expressions, and share their tears.

But at the same time I have to admit I really enjoy being alone. I LIKE being by myself, in the company of peaceful silence. Not being social. So it was with great hesitance that I was dragged kicking and screaming into the world of social media. Why would I want to talk to people about what they had for lunch? I hate seeing posts of people I don’t know at places I’ll never visit.

But then a funny thing happened. I started meeting people. Nice people. Friends and relatives of people I already know …and..like. I keep it slow. I’m not a collector of “friends”. I have come to enjoy interacting with these internet friends and being a small part of their daily lives.

Susie is one such lady. Susie is the sister of a dear friend of mine. And while I have to be honest and admit I have never had the pleasure of meeting Susie in person, I know Susie. She is the kind of person who doesn’t have a mean bone in her body or could say an unkind word to anyone. She is truly a beautiful soul.

What Susie does have is this charm of posting at least a dozen posts and videos daily. She is a wonderful storyteller, one of those amazing people you encounter every so often that can spin a tale of something common and mundane and make it seem so wonderful, like God’s little jewels.

So I read intently when Susie and her husband inherited a farm in Tennessee. It was everything you could imagine, acres of rolling hills, a red barn, an adorable little farm house that had a porch big enough to have rocking chairs so you could relax and gaze out upon this wondrous old farm. It even has a stream flowing through it year round. Susie, along with her husband and her two Australian Shepherds, acclimated to Country Life.

I loved watching Susie’s videos of her dogs tearing across the rolling hills, darting through trees and playing tag until their lungs gave out. The farm needed a little fixing up and with a some sweat equity it was their new home indeed.

But I knew it was a bittersweet homecoming. You see Susie had traveled clear across the country with all her belongings, her dogs, and a cage full of finches to join her in her new home. Still getting settled, Susie would hang the birdcage on a branch on one of her trees so her finches could enjoy the Tennessee air. Not a week into their arrival, somehow the door to the cage got open and all her birds that she so carefully carried across the country, had somehow escaped. They were gone. To add to her heartache, Susie’s mother had recently passed away. I could feel her sense of loss and it broke my heart.

I knew Susie needed a reading. She needed to hear from her Mom. I reached out to Susie and she agreed.

Susie’s mom was a bubbly Irish girl and came forward easily. Oh, she had some opinions. “What, all that land and no roses?” I kind of had to agree with her on that one. I asked Susie’s mom if there was a way to show Susie she was near and thinking of her. I suggested birds. Could Susie’s mom send wild birds to greet Susie to let her know Mom is around and thinking of her? Mom said she would try to find a way.

I told Susie what her mom had said and that she should definitely get some roses planted. A few tears were shared when I told Susie wild birds would appear for her. They might  seem slightly out of place, or an unusual variety for the area, so she would notice them.

I kept following Susie’s daily posts and enjoyed her stories of life on the farm in Tennessee. In July she had a story about how a baby bird came into her life. Ugly as only a mother could love, Susie posted videos of her feeding this awkward little bird all manner of grubs and dog food and fruit. The bird bonded with her and soon “LouLoo” and her youngest dog were inseparable. The little robin grew and learned to fly. LouLoo would flit about in the trees with the other robins and greet her adopted mom by flying down and sitting on Susie’s finger before fluttering off for another adventure. It was so sweet to watch a wild bird interact with her.

Then the other day Susie’s post made my jaw drop..

“Kitty Jost Janusz.. On July 14th, 2014, you wrote..and I will paraphrase..”I told her it would be a nice way of letting you know that she was thinking of you if she would send some wild birds to the farm.” at the end of the most amazing reading you wrote…”She will try and find a way…” I can say with 100 percent certainty… On July 16th, 2015, I believe she finally found a way…”

LouLoo

Wow…Wow…Wow.. Thank you Susie. I am honored.

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Angels and Olives.. Graber Olive House Paranormal Investigation Part 2

  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA              In my last blog on our paranormal investigation at Graber olive house, I have to say we were taken a bit by surprise. We knew their was an entity they referred to as “the Creeper”. We had already dealt with that creepy crawly suction cupped creature in the attic. But still I felt we were definitely not as prepared as we should have been for Graber house. That man’s mother being attacked in the packing room was evidence of that. That was certainly something much more aggressive, something much more..intelligent, than the “Creeper”.                                                                                                                                                          Our next visit to Graber house would require better boundaries and more protection…from above!  I’m talking Angels! Months had passed since we had last visited Graber house. Our next visit was in the Spring, when the olives are still growing and the sorting and packing equipment are silent. The vat room was just rows and rows of empty concrete curing vats. This time was going to be different. This investigation we would be bringing guests investigators  To Graber house. Some of the folks were experienced paranormal investigators, while some had never been on an investigation before and were curious beginners. Most knew a little about the spirits that resided at Graber house, and like most other paranormal investigators, they were out to find the Creeper! Going into a haunted location with the intent of provoking an aggressive spirit is simply asking for trouble. No matter how protected you think you are, it’s just never a good idea. If a spirit or lower vibrational energy takes a dislike to you, they CAN hurt you. I’ve personally witnessed people become suddenly violently ill, throwing up, developing stomach and chest pains. I’ve seen people pinched, poked and had objects knocked over in an effort to trip them in the dark. We decided if this Creeper or other aggressive energy presented themselves, we were not going to engage any type of interaction with them. It could just be too dangerous and I just don’t like letting them play games on their terms.  And while some of you are thinking that it would be “cool” to be poked or pushed by some unseen entity, the true danger lies in sometimes these entities will attach to you and yes, follow you home! No, No, No, It’s not fun! A clingy negative energy is like a sickness. It can affect your mood, your health, your relationships, and never in a positive way. Sometimes it can be so profound as to develop into mental illness and depression. Don’t risk it and know how to extricate one if you have to. We made a decision from a safety standpoint. Both Kimberly and I decided for this investigation we were going to bring in  higher vibrations. Doing this can be as simple as reciting a prayer beforehand to ask for protection, but we wanted to take it a step further. We stood together and called in our Angel guides. We wanted the big guns to protect us on this trip. We had not only our own safety to think about, but we had to consider our guests, some of them beginners. Their safety was paramount, and we wanted to ensure a good  first experience for the beginning ghost hunters!      OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

So confident in our protection and ready to have a good investigation, Kimberly and I drove up towards the location, picking up Kimberly’s sister along the way. As we’re rolling along the freeway, We both started hearing the distinctive clink, ching, clink, of loose change falling onto a hard surface. Clink. Plink. Clank. What? The car floor is carpeted. Clink. Um..Kimberly? Are we manifesting coins out of thin air..again? Um..yeah.. Chink..Ok, pennies from Heaven. I get it. That’s a good sign that someone is watching out for us from above! We pulled into her sister’s driveway. As I get out of the car I look at the driver’s side floor. There must have been 6 or 7 quarters and 2 pennies. ( Now that would be perfectly normal for MY car, but her car is always immaculate ) Pennies she had encountered before, but the quarters especially puzzled her. Pennies would manifest whenever her dad was watching over her. Kimberly had received many pennies sent from her dad’s spirit. But quarters? Kimberly’s sister snickered. “You asked Dad for pennies? I asked Dad to send me quarters! “ He always liked me better, she said!                                                 

Graber house consists of several buildings and storage areas connected by walkways. They were close enough that if some investigators split up and were on one part of the property, it was most likely they would unknowingly contaminate any audio other investigators were recording in another area. So we decided we would do all of our EVP sessions as a group to lessen the likelihood of audio contamination. Later when people start getting itching to investigate on their own, they could roam the grounds to take photos and get  their own feel for the place. Being secluded in a haunted location, you really get a feel of where it seems creepy, what corners seem foreboding. When you’re alone in that dark, shadowy room and you see a darker shadow growing in the corner, the hair standing on end and every tiny noise is amplified, that’s when you better have your cameras ready! And that’s why it’s important to have someone with you..For safety, as a witness, and to laugh at you when you pee your trousers..      OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA                                   

So before we even start the evening we gathered everyone around to get all of us in the right frame of mind. A good exercise for this is what is called toning. Toning is a lot like chanting. This vocalization is especially good when you can lower your voice and really make your chest vibrate. By having all of us do this deep, chanting tones it creates an equality of vibration within all the participants. Sound is the closest vibration to physical matter and toning breaks up stress and clears the mind. Standing in a circle and holding hands, we did three, low chants. OOOOOoooommmmm.  OOOOOOoooommm.   OOOOOOoooommmm. We’ve experimented with placing a digital recorder in the center and recorded while toning. Try it, you’ll be amazed at the EVPs you’ll get. Spirits seem to be very curious about all this noise and we’ve been able to record some cool EVPs while toning. The spirit voices sounded like very excited chatter. “What are they doing?’ They must think.       OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA                                                                 

I don’t know if it was the toning, or the fact we invited higher vibrations to join us but it was like many little eyes were watching us from the trees. From the bushes. I can’t say it felt threatening, more like a very Earthy, ancient woodland creature watching us curiously. It’s hard to describe but it was as though the land itself had noticed our presence  and was watching us, and indeed curious about what we were doing. Several of us noticed darting shadows and firefly type lights flitting about.   OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA                                                 

While the feeling of the outside spirits seemed curious and friendly, that energy changed on a dime when we entered the vat rooms. It was a very unwelcoming vibe, like having some territorial guard dog staring you down. Kimberly, her sister and I had noticed one back corner was especially creepy and oppressive. While the others took a few minutes to snap some photos, the three of us went back into the corner. We wanted to know what kind of spirit or entity we were dealing with. All of a sudden, we noticed the air just seemed electric, like a static charge. This one corner had a tense, angry feel to it, and then we noticed the room’s peculiar smell, like that of sulfur and dog feces. This was in a food prep room so there was no evidence of raccoons or other vermin present. This vat room area is where the “Creeper “ is usually seen and photographed. I don’t believe this Creeper is something demonic, but something that crawls up walls and looks like some twisted alien spider is certainly not a long lost loved one, either. This whole vat room area, being 100 years old, can house many different layers of energies. A century  of hard work, pain, fatigue. 100 years of anger and arguments just swirling and waiting for a living being, an outside energy source from which to draw energy. That sudden smell of bile can be indicative of a demonic presence . We don’t play that game. I have no interest in engaging with demonic energies. Why give them the satisfaction? What they want is to be the center of attention. It empowers them.We don’t need that kind of drama, this is why we have personal and spiritual boundaries.  Quickly, the three of us said a quick prayer and called in Archangel Michael. We called in Angels to blind the room with Ethereal light. The results were amazing. In the length of a finger snap, the room spun, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers!                                                                                                                                                           The negative feeling was still mildly present, but was retreating back into it’s corners, as if pouting.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

We gathered everyone back together to do a short EVP session. We needed to inform the group that we felt there was a negative energy present, one, for safety’s sake and two, I wanted to steer the EVP questions in a very specific direction. We just went to all this trouble to push this negative energy or being back away from us and made our intentions clear we weren’t going to engage with such a being. The last thing I wanted was someone in the group asking, “ Is there ANYONE here who wants to talk? Make your presence known.” Yeah, let’s just invite it in, like some vampire movie! Just like using a Ouija board, if you intend and allow anything and anyone to come on in, they will, and you might not like who or what shows up. This EVP session was interesting for several reasons. I was very specific in whom I addressed. I only wanted to speak to deceased people, nothing else in this area. I didn’t want to invite anything dark into our circle. When you do an EVP session, you usually ask one or two questions and then pause a few seconds, to give the spirits a chance to respond. All I could hear was dogs barking and the resident peacocks yowling during the entire session. We played it back. Where an EVP should have been on the recording, we all heard what sounded like radio interference, like someone was jamming the airwaves. And peacocks. And dogs barking. I thought the whole session had been a waste until one of the investigators pointed out a strange coincidence. She said, “ Do you notice the peacocks and dogs only make noise when we’re recording? “ Now they’ve stopped. “ Hmm.. It was kinda quiet. Let’s try this again, maybe they just went to sleep. Nope. We tried recording again, only to have the peacocks start squawking  and the dogs start barking again! Every time we hit “record” some sort of audible interference would manifest. It was as though something was intentionally disrupting our ability  to communicate with the other side. Could it have been this negative entity somehow causing some sort of static interference? Was whatever negative force that lurked inside these 100 year old vat rooms angry that we didn’t want to interact with it and was still making it’s presence known by not allowing us to communicate with anything else? I’ve never encountered anything quite like that. I’ve had EVP sessions where when played back all you hear is static, like some sort of electromagnetic disturbance, but never static timed in specific spots on a recording. It was a little freaky, to say the least.                                                                                                                   We chalked this up as personal experience since static on a recording doesn’t prove the paranormal.       OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA                                        OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA                OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

We were anxious to get into the barn loft area as this is frequently a hotbed of paranormal activity. We waited until late in the evening because it had been so warm that day. even at 10:00 at night our Mel Meters were reading an ambient temperature of 84 degrees..With everyone seated in a large circle in the dimly lit attic I tried to get a feel for the room. I wanted to see if any spirits who had  worked at the Graber Olive house might still be hanging around. I could see a shadowy figure standing on the stairs leading up to the attic. There were strips of leather hanging on the walls and this spirit brushed up against them, making the straps sway in a ghostly breeze. I asked him to please join us in the room, but he seemed so shy, probably couldn’t figure out why a bunch of people were sitting in his attic space. Another investigator had set up a laser grid just past the stair landing. The green laser lights flickered when the spire walked past. This helped everyone in the room see where the spirit was moving and provided scientific documentation on what I was seeing. The shy spirit slipped against the wall and joined us, just watching. We had several pieces of equipment set up including a couple Mel Meters, a RemPod, and we were running our digital recorders. Okay, this is where things got a little..weird.. The energy in the room began to shift. It became more statically charged and we could feel a change in pressure. Kimberly was sitting to my right. All of a sudden, everyone in the room began seeing flickers and dashes of lights behind Kimberly. They were different colors, blue, white, green. I have seen color anomalies manifest around Kimberly when she calls in Angels. “Are you calling them in?” I asked “No, It’s not me.” Something was up. I began to feel someone standing behind me. I thought it might be the spirit who had come up the stairs deciding to come in closer. But then all of us started feeling as though someone was standing behind them. each person describing similar feelings, one person said it felt like a blanket was being wrapped protectively around her. As we sat there, being delighted by each of us having a personal experience, A few of us began to see some odd little spirit entities enter the room. Not one, not three, but more like twenty little spirits, elementals, I’m not sure what they were started BOUNCING into the room! Yes, I said BOUNCING! They appeared to be about two feet high and almost as wide, bouncing into the room. They looked like ghostly Oompa Loompas hopping about. Bouncy, bouncy ,bouncy. Then they discovered my RemPod. Beeeeeeeep! It started alarming like crazy. Now usually when there is a disturbance in electromagnetic fields, the RemPod merely beeps in a short burst. This RemPod was going off! It was alarming continuously and loudly. I think a few of these Oompa Loompa spirits must have been fighting over it,I really half expected it to fly across the room, they must have been tugging at it so hard. One of the docent investigators had just come up the stairs to see what all this noise was. The first thing he noticed was how charged the room felt. “Wow, this room really feels different.” I asked him with all this beeping and alarming going non stop if he had encountered a RemPod just alarming continuously like this. Nope. I asked the Oompa Loompas to step away from the device. No good. This had been beeping constantly for a good two or three minutes now. I figured I’d better try to debunk it by seeing if it had malfunctioned, but I kind of hated to take their new toy away from them. I picked it up and it still was beeping it’s alarm. A RemPod is only supposed to beep when something breaks it’s electromagnetic beam, like a motion detector. Something was physically touching it, something we couldn’t see. With the Beeping RemPod in my lap, I fumbled for the off switch. Before I could shut it off, the alarms stopped. I had taken their toy away, big meany. The energy was still crazy in the attic, we had beings standing behind each investigator, the worker spirit was still standing pinned against the wall, probably freaked out by now, and bouncy things were all over the place, and oh yeah, light anomalies were still flashing. The RemPod didn’t go off again, even though I said they could have it. Guess I spoiled their fun. With all that climactic  activity and then poof, nothing. All went quiet.                                                                                                                That’s usually the case in an investigation, activity reaches a peak and then winds down.                   They’d had their fun and gone home.    OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

There had been no more activity and by now we all decided to take a much needed water break.  The cool night air was a pleasant relief. We  sat outside, describing what personal experiences we had just had, all the while munching on S’Mores. Hey, I know how to wind up an investigation!  We were pretty much done with the evening, having had so much activity in such a short time. There was a short road on the property that leads to a small house. It has huge, ancient trees on either side. Oddly, everyone seemed drawn to this road all at the same time. It was as if the spirits were calling to us one last time. We all stared snapping photos and every one was filled with dozens of bright, glowing orbs. Now usually I am quick to debunk orbs of light as dust particles or bugs or pretty much anything oner than paranormal. But the fact that we all felt the energy, we all felt drawn to this exact spot at this exact time, something was reaching out to us. There were no bugs flying about and there was no dust on the road . It was just a magical end to a very special investigation. I really felt as though  ancient  earthly spirits had interacted with us that night. It was like no paranormal encounter I’ve ever witnessed. I felt truly blessed.                  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA                 If you enjoyed this blog, ( and all of it was true, even the oompa loompas!) please “like us on Facebook to see upcoming events at   https://www.facebook.com/KittyJanusz and check out my website at  http://kittyjanusz.com/

Paranormal Investigation 100 yr old Graber Olive house

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA                                   OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         The Graber Olive House is the oldest surviving business in Ontario, Ca. family owned and operated since 1896. The property consists of barns, storage buildings and sorting rooms, most dating back to the late 1800s. Enormous storage rooms that hold concrete vats for curing olives look much as they did at the turn of the century. It’s a business where most of the work is still done by hand, much as it was done 100 years ago. The land has remain virtually unchanged for over 100 years, while new housing projects rose up around it and land was bulldozed and carved out to accommodate the growing area. All that changing energy around it, families come and go, memories left behind. I believe that the Graber house is becoming some sort of vortex for spiritual energy. It still holds old Earth energy from Native Americans, early settlers and even people who worked for years at Graber, sorting and packing olives for decades. This unchanged plot of land has become a place of familiarity to spirits, these entities, it’s a place they still recognize. I think that’s another reason historic locations remain haunted for many years. If they remain relatively unchanged, spirits will seek out what’s familiar to them. A ghost from the 1800s may stay as well as a ghost from the 1940s. It’s as though the memories become layered.             Layers of memories…….             OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA                                                                                                                                         This type of energetic stability of these old locations have been known to attract lower vibrational forms, too. Some are known as Creepers. The Graber has one of these horrid creatures. A creeper is what I refer to as an elemental. It is something that has never walked the Earth in a human form. They are not demonic but are just not a pleasant thing to encounter . Think gremlin..Creepers have been seen in many haunted locations. One that is frequently encountered is at the Trans Allegheny Lunatic Asylum. Creepers appear as a dark mass, sometimes changing form. They crawl up walls, ceilings, and may pass through walls. Clinging to the ceiling like some alien spider, they are the stuff of nightmares, and I’ve seen it. Our first first investigation at Graber I was already aware of this creeper energy and I admit I was curious to encounter such a thing. A big, dark mass creeping spider-like up the wall, would I be able to communicate with such a thing? Would I want to? Add to that a bunch of 100 year old buildings and a large, wooded clearing circled by ancient Sequoia trees, it sounded like an awesome investigation was about to begin! I was with a team of about 15 investigators along with EVP specialists Mark and Debby Constantino. I was looking forward to an interesting night.. Earlier in the evening I had investigated around the vat rooms, taking some still shots. It was Oct. and the vat areas were closed off as they were gearing up for the olive harvest and curing. If this was where the creeper resided, I couldn’t sense it. I wasn’t getting any of those vibes, the hair standing up on the back of the neck, that feeling of being watched. It felt pretty quiet. We headed up to the barn loft to start our EVP sessions. Although it was mid Oct, the California autumns are mild and it was sill quite warm in the loft even at 10:00 O’clock at night. We ran several digital recorders simultaneously and did short, burst sessions. By asking questions for only a couple minutes and then reviewing on the spot, not only is it a lot less tedious than listening to hours of audio later, but if you get a spirit voice responding intelligently to your questions, it’s immediate validation and helps direct the line of questioning. We were able to capture several class A EVPs or spirit voices that seemed to give us intelligent responses to our questions. When we asked for names, we heard the name Robert in the white noise when we played back the recording. This intelligent communication continued for about 20 minutes. Sitting in the darkened room trying to adjust to the dim light I noticed something moving above us in the dark..something big…Something told me to look up and there,there was the creeper! 10 to 12 feet long, blacker than the darkness around it,4 long, spindly arms stretching another 10 feet passed it’s body. It had a large, human-like head. But it’s when it moved, that’s what was the most horrific. It’s small feet made a suction cup like sound. Thwp, Thwp, Thwp, across the ceiling. I swear I could hear the Thwp, Thwp, Thwp of it’s suction feet! It slowly rolled it’s huge head backwards and looked right at me.   Muertos makeup                  I think it grinned..I wasn’t sure what to do. I was almost afraid to mention it’s presence for fear calling attention to it would cause it to drop down on us like some nightmarish spider! I gulped and kept watching. It watched me. It rolled it’s head backwards in an unnatural twist. Thwp, Thwp, Thwp, across the ceiling, back and forth. If anyone else saw it, they weren’t saying! I know it sounds weird NOT to tell everyone, “Hey, Look up!” but something inside me just told me no, leave it be..and I think it was enjoying it’s ability to intimidate. I wasn’t quite sure what to do, but my gut feeling was to ignore it as best I could. I think it was hoping I would call attention to it. I know I’m there to investigate and document, but as a psychic I just knew not to acknowledge it. I just don’t want to engage with such an entity. I didn’t need a big alien spider thing dropping down on me, no thank you. I kept my eye on it the whole time I was in the loft, believe me. I made sure I didn’t get directly underneath it. Having such a prolonged encounter with this type of elemental being was a bit unnerving and something I will never forget. Everyone decided to head down to one of the packing rooms. Pallets of labels and aluminum cans lined the walls. A rolling conveyor belt sat silent. it was a rather utilitarian and impersonal workroom, rather nondescript from a paranormal standpoint. Looks can be deceiving. But there was definitely a presence there, an energy that felt heavy and oppressive. Something did not want us in that room. I had a feeling that something was territorial and wanted us out. It would soon make itself known and make sure we got the message! Mark and Debby came in and sat in the middle of the room and the others gathered around them to start another EVP session. I walked to the far side of the room. I almost immediately started feeling a presence, that unmistakable eyes watching you pressure against my back. We weren’t provoking and we were just present in the room so I couldn’t figure out why it was being so uncomfortable with us being there. The room was a workroom, filled with utilitarian objects, tools and supplies, certainly not the sort of thing that should make a spirit territorial. Nonetheless, something didn’t want us in that room. I started feeling a pressure against my back, like someone was pushing me. We weren’t taunting or provoking, and I wasn’t about to be bullied. There are people who bully and harass others in life, and I think some of those personality traits carry over to the other side. Unrestricted and free of the confines of a mortal human body, these aggressive personalities are free to create havoc without consequence. They still enjoy the power trip. This is how I deal with a pushy entity. I push back. I push back in a passive aggressive way, by utilizes some techniques I learned when training horses. Turn your back to whatever you want to move away from you and simply back up. I walked backwards and pushed this entity back into the corner of the room. By avoiding eye contact, you appear less aggressive. I didn’t push it all the way back, but away from us, out of our space. It stayed back for a minute or so. Then I felt more pressure against my back. Really? I backed up again. I don’t always recommend this type of action, but don’t be bullied out of a room. While on some level it may appear insensitive, I mean, touching a person is indeed a form of communication for spirits, but you can tell when they’re being territorial and bullying. If you allow yourself to get pushed out in this manner, it makes you appear vulnerable, and that’s a bad road. I’ll tell you what happens when you don’t handle this type of energy in the right way.. I looked over at the reporter who had joined us. All the color had drained from her face and she was sweating like crazy. She looked as though she would pass out! She doubled over in pain. before I could catch her, she just slumped to the floor. Feeling a little shocked and embarrassed, she said, “I’m Ok, I’m Ok.” But she clearly wasn’t Ok. Clearly whatever was in the room with us was manifesting physical attacks on others in the room. Feeling dizzy and nauseated, the reporter was helped to her feet and we got her out of that room. We sat her down outside in a breezeway and gave her some water. Being away from whatever was in that room , she began to feel less queasy and returned to normal. I had to go back into that room. I needed to find out what was really going on in there. Was her becoming ill actually caused by some negative force? I felt the pressure in my back again! I instinctively backed it up again into the corner, this time a little farther into the corner. I attempted to communicate with whatever was pushing against me in an effort to stop this shoving match. I told the spirit or entity we were not here to make it leave, but we were going to be in this room and we would leave soon. The pressure subsided. I looked over at my friend Kimberly, and I noticed she too, was now starting to double over and looked very uncomfortable. Kimberly was now also feeling the effect of this entities’ bullying behavior. Kimberly eyes grew wide as she looked at me. We boy knew what was causing people to become suddenly ill.. Wincing in pain, Kimberly had to get out.. Clearly it was making it’s point. I decided I would give it back it’s room, but on my terms. No creepy elemental was going to chase me out! I stood my ground until I felt no pressure on my back, and then calmly left the area. Well, sort of calmly..Let’s just say I walked out pretty fast…                OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA                   So the three of us are now sitting in the breezeway, taking a water break, and cleared our heads. Without provocation, this entity manifested physical attacks. We wondered how the 10 or so people left in the room might be feeling. Would another person be attacked? How could they not be feeling it? Suddenly, a man came rushing out, his face just ashen white, he was clearly scared. He was bringing his mother out, and he was having to almost carry her, she was that distressed. She was barley able to walk, twisting in pain, she seemed to be having some sort of seizure! Both were clearly shaken. Was this seizure caused by this entity? Why had it attacked her? Was she an easy victim, vulnerable to the aggressive energy that resided in this packing room? Thank goodness, within a few minutes, she was feeling more herself and able to move more easily.. Like some ghostly junkyard dog, it was going to make sure we left it’s room and left it alone.. What happens on our next visit to Graber? It gets even better! If you enjoyed this blog, please “like us on Facebook at into the Light Paranormal and check out my website at www.kittyjanusz.com                100_0671

Paranormal Ethics and Tools.. Standing Your Ground

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA       Let’s face an unpleasant truth. There is much in the realm of the paranormal and the metaphysical that we just don’t understand.There is stuff out there that is not only frightening, but there are entities, spirits, and energies that can harm us. There are things not of this world that can manipulate matter and energy to inflict physical pain, push, scratch, pinch, and cause abdominal pain and nausea. We teach ourselves and our children to be wary of people we don’t know. We talk about “Stranger Danger” and “Bad Touch”. But what about the things we cannot see, the things that go “bump” in the night? Who protects us from them? Investigating a haunted location is similar to preparing for battle. We prepare by researching the history of a location’s past and interviewing witnesses who have experienced something they could not explain. This information gives us insight as to who or what may be causing the reported activity. Detailed accounts of events can tell us if what they are experiencing is something resembling a residual haunting, which is a ghost or spirit energy that is just a memory, like a piece of film playing over and over with no conscience, no ability to interact. If witnesses are able to capture EVPs, or spirit voices caught in the white noise of an audio recording, if objects are moved and disembodied sounds are heard, then more of an intelligent haunting may be present. It may that of a loved one, perhaps Aunt Polly still puttering around the kitchen, making sure we copy her recipes to a tee. If such a spirit is attached to the property is present, the energy and the way they make us feel, the way their energy affects us may range from uneasiness to curious, to even welcoming or feeling comforted by their presence. I know my dad pops up every now and then and I hear his voice and feel his familiar presence. I find it comforting. But there are spirits and energies that may become protective and territorial. Entering into these locations will give you a definite feeling of uneasiness. They don’t want you in their space and will let you know about it.                         OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA                             Have you ever just gotten the creeps going into a place for no real reason? Have you been on an investigation and had continuous equipment failure, batteries drain, cameras malfunction, static and interference? You are in their territory now.. You never want to be the bully, but you don’t want to get pushed around, either. This is when you practice claiming your personal space, standing your ground, as it were. Don’t be arrogant or rude about it, being pushy doesn’t please anyone, alive or dead. Ignoring these fundamental guidelines is what gets paranormal investigators into trouble. That kind of attitude is what gets folks scratched, slapped, and pushed.    10609706_279117418950268_381136076789052422_n                      Dealing with aggressive energies or negative spirits is a lot like dealing with people with similar personalities. Don’t get pushed around but don’t antagonize, either….. Want to read more? Check out my website at www.kittyjanusz.com

Infrasound and the Paranormal

Left-and-forgotten                       Infrasound is considered to be  audio frequencies below the range of human hearing. This is typically sound vibrations below 20 Hz. We humans have a relatively limited audible range. The human ear has a general hearing range from about 20 Hz to about 20,000 Hz. We’ve just evolved to use our other senses. You know those dog whistles that we can’t hear but we feel it shoot through our ears? Well low frequency sounds affect us in a similar way. We can feel them vibrating in our heads. Our tiny hairs within our ears can still pick up on them, but we can’t distinguish it as a distinct sound. The way we detect infrasound is not fully understood but it is believed we feel it’s vibrations rather than “hear” it. Low frequency sounds may be either man made or caused by natural sources. Some natural sources include, weather changes and barometric changes, lightning, volcanic eruptions, the waves hitting the shoreline, and even meteors. man made sources may be caused by machinery, cars, and especially fans or turbines pounding the atmosphere. The biggest variable between natural and man made infrasound levels is natural sources remain constant in intensity whereas man made sources fluctuate in their intensity. This is why it is always important to get baseline readings when entering a location. Take notice of fans, machines, windows, even a busy highway nearby may cause higher ambient infrasound. So why does this concern us, the paranormal investigator? Infrasound has become the latest hot topic when discussing “psycho-physiological interactions” between infrasound and human perception. Like EMF, recent studies have shown a link between infrasound and the appearance of apparitions, shadows, and other visual paranormal phenomena. It can also induce psychological reactions such as dread, fear, and the feeling of being watched. The most famous study regarding infrasound and the link to the paranormal is titled “ The Ghost in the Machine” ( The Ghost in the Machine, 1998, Tandy & Lawrence )             Sound waves set. Music background. EPS 10            The story goes something like this.. Tandy was working in a warehouse type building. Coworkers seemed to have a feeling of dread or discomfort in one part of the building and refused to work in that corner. One evening, Tandy found himself working alone in the building. He was getting ready to compete in a fencing competition. He needed to work on one of his fencing foils. ( picture the three Musketeers swords ) He placed it in a vice. When he turned around, he noticed the tip was bouncing up and down wildly! Some unseen force was making this foil vibrate. By moving it’s position, he found the amount of vibration would increase or decrease. Tandy discovered a faulty fan that was causing a steady vibration of low frequency sound that while he couldn’t hear, it was strong enough to affect solid matter in the room. Tandy proposed that exposure to infrasound at a level of around 19 Hz would induce psycho- physiological sensations that were perceived as paranormal experiences. He claimed he could create conditions that artificially caused a paranormal encounter. He based this not only by his own studies but by research conducted by the United States military and space programs. The claims were at a level of 19 Hz, the eyeball would vibrate leading to visual effects that could be interpreted as paranormal. Tandy’s hypothesis was tested in what was called the “Haunt” Project. (Bunton-Stasyshyn, Davis, French, and Haque )  Using Infrasound along with high EMFs, the experiment was to create an artificially “haunted” room. Specifically, the experiment sought to determine if exposure to infrasound in conjunction with electromagnetic fields could lead to reported anomalous sensations, compared to baseline conditions. Participants spent nearly an hour in this “haunted” room and reported their experiences. Many involved in the study ( 79%) reported experiencing dizziness or unusual sensations. These are often linked to infrasound exposure. Other participants said they could feel someone else in the room with them (22.8%) . So should we worry about Infrasound? The problem is not so much the existence of low frequency wavelengths in a location altering our perception but the ability to accurately measure such wavelengths. One must be able to accurately measure a room. Then one must figure out if the vibration is a traveling wave, such as what happens when someone shouts across a room, or is it a standing wave, one that has a continuous output of vibration and is trapped, bouncing back and forth through the room. The equipment to measure infrasound is not cheap, either. Then there are weighting filters to discuss, sampling rates to correlate, and it’s not just infrasound that starts giving you a headache. The point I’m trying to make here is yes, infrasound has been shown to somehow alter our visual perception and give us the feeling of the Heebie Jeebies.  I think in the case of something that may be difficult to accurately measure such as infrasound, always keep external factors in mind when something occurs that may initially seem paranormal. Be as scientific as you can by eliminating as many variables as possible in a location. I think in this instance, the best way to experiment with infrasound is to take out the human element in a location. Set up an experiment and bombard a location with infrasound for a set amount of time, I’d say at least 20 minutes. have digital recorders and camcorders running. Then remove all infrasound and take measurements again. See if anything anomalous occurs during the time you filled the area with infrasound. I think being away from the effects of these low frequency waves is the best way to determine if paranormal activity increases in it’s presence and not your imagination.

Paranormal Investigation of the Sailing ship Star of India Part 2

100_1109                        100_1111                      OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA                  In part 1 of our investigation of the Star of India, we found ourselves pitted against the hierarchy of the ship’s line of command. The spirit of the Captain was being reluctant to communicate with us. We had been politely asking for general information from the crew but it seemed being polite little women was getting us nowhere fast. Now we didn’t want to stoop to the level of harassing or taunting, that would be rude and unnecessary. But it seemed the Star’s Captain looked upon a bunch of FEMALE paranormal investigators with a bit of disdain. Who knew? And if the Captain was giving us the cold shoulder, it was pretty obvious he was making sure his motley crew stayed tight lipped as well. So what to do?                                                                                                    This is when using your intuition and having some flexibility come in handy. I say intuition because we all had the gut feeling the Captain was hiding something. You know that feeling when  you haven’t heard from a person in a while and you just KNOW it’s because they are avoiding you because they’ve done something reprehensible? You know when someone is hiding something from you even if you don’t know exactly what it is. We had to find a way to get him and the crew to talk. We needed to rethink our approach a bit. If the Captain is in control, who commands above the Captain? Who does the Captain respect and answer to?  Ahh, we thought, the ship’s owners, that’s who!  Unfortunately, we couldn’t be sure which Captain we had with us.  Funny, when dealing with spirits, oftentimes you can’t be sure what timeframe you’re dealing with. The Star is over 100 years old and has been sold several times during her career, so we weren’t sure which owners’ names he would recognize. So we figured we’d just improvise.   On a whim we thought “Let’s tell him we’re from the ship’s owners and we’re here to make a report.” We didn’t really expect it to work but thought, Hey, let’s give it a try. We Googled one of the several owners of the Star and took a guess about the timeline, picking the Shaw, Savill and Alboin Line. ( She was still the Euterpe during the 19th century ). We had Margaret’s husband James in his best British accent,    call out into the night air, “We’ve come from the Shaw Co and we need to ask you some questions. We need to make a report and we need you to comply, Captain.” I was sitting with my back to the Captain’s quarters. It had a small window and short, cotton curtains with the lamp’s light glowing through. Kimberly faced the Captain’s quarters. Her eyes widened, “Kitty, the curtains just moved!” I wheeled around to look. Sure enough, the tiny curtains were parting ever so slightly. There is no way any breeze can get into his quarters because of the wooden partitions inside the galley. We kept talking. “We need to ask you some questions, Captain.” The curtains opened a little more! We all saw this happening. We could have squealed with excitement but were trying to play it cool, you know…                                                    I   figured we had his attention, but would this little scheme really work? Could we get the spirits to communicate if they thought they were talking to the ship’s owners?  We  relocated into the galley. We started running several digital voice recorders and began an EVP session. The Captain’s presence could certainly be felt. Kimberly and I swore we could see him sitting on the galley’s sofa, glaring at everyone. It was in these first few minutes of recording we captured a Class A EVP saying, “Why did you lie to me?” We had made direct contact with the Captain of the ship and he understood what we had said! Apparently, the Captain did not appreciate being duped!  Listen to it here. http://bit.ly/1qOkjea    Would the  ship’s crew now come forward and speak? We continued to run our digital recorders. As we sat around the heavy galley table, we could make out audible conversations between several voices talking excitedly. We were unable to make out what they were saying, but the word “hiding” came through clearly. What were they hiding? We could make out two distinct voices talking back and forth to each other. These were not like the other voices, that we were able to capture only as EVPs, or spirit voices in the white noise of  a recording, but these voices were in the room with us, talking ABOUT us!  It was exciting to finally have their attention and to capture such great evidence. Within a couple of minutes  the voices died down and we caught no further EVPs during this session.                                                                                                                                                                                                     100_1132                                   Everyone needed a break. Out came the water, Mountain Dew, grapes, cheese, and Ding Dongs. I had a bet with Kimberly that the Ding Dongs would go first before any healthy snacks. I lost, but the Ding Dongs magically disappeared nonetheless.   Recharged with a nice sugar buzz, we headed back into the galley. We thought we’d try a Spirit Box session to see if the ship’s crew would come through. The Spirit Box, also known as Frank’s Box, named after it’s creator Frank Sumption, is a useful tool to communicate with spirits. It’s basically a radio, usually an inexpensive AM FM radio, that has been modified to continually sweep through all the channels without stopping. Picture turning the dial on a car radio back and forth and you get the idea. What this does is creates a type of white noise, a physical medium for spirits to use as their voice. I find it’s better to run the channels in a backwards directional sweep to avoid any stray random words from popping in and creating false evidence. We sat ourselves around the galley table. It had already been a successful night and I just wanted to take a moment and drink it all in. I looked around the room, it’s woodwork gleaming with a fresh varnish. We were sitting at the ship’s original galley table. This table had been here since the 19th century, before the Civil War. I thought about how many people had sat in these chairs over the decades. I ran my hands across the big, heavy table. It carried it’s share of scars and history.  The ship is filled with everyday utilitarian objects and well loved personal items such as a doll that may have made her way across treacherous seas….     OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA               This is when you really begin to connect with spirit. Imagine their time in this place. What must they have endured at sea? Did they ever see their loved ones again? Imagine their hardships and the difficult decisions that were made in order to simply survive. They did all this to make a better life. That’s what I love about paranormal investigating. When that connection is made. It becomes real. Still setting up our equipment when we once again  heard what sounded like a conversation. Whispered voices chattering excitedly but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. We all heard these voices with our own ears, these were audible spirit voices, not EVPs. Was the ship’s crew trying to speak to us?  Just then we heard a loud groaning noise. It was like a metal scraping on wood. We stared wide eyed at each other. It was LOUD. It did it again. We could feel the vibration through our feet. Groannnnn. It did it again. We looked around. What WAS that? James peeked outside. “Oh, there’s a motorcycle outside.” Yeah, we heard it. Brumm, Brumm. Hmm… Groannnnn…. Wide eyes again. “That’s no motorcycle!” Half giddy, half a bit unnerved, we searched for what could be the source of this groaning noise. We searched for the source of this noise in the back galley. Here the large iron rudder post runs through the ship from the wheel to the ship’s rudder. Groannnn… The rudder post was rotating! Okay, the rudder post is moving..but how? The ship’s wheel is securely lashed so it won’t move. I figured I better try to debunk this. “I’ll go up and see if I can get it to move.” Later we discovered immediately after I say this we captured another Class A EVP “Damn You!” My, the Captain was still upset with me. Take a listen here.         http://bit.ly/1lde7jf           I go above deck and grab the ship’s wheel. It’s lashed on both sides and only has a couple inches of play. I pull hard back and forth. I called down to see if that made the rudder post move. “Anything?” “Nope. Not a bit.” Now you might think, OK, this is just movement from the water creating some turbulence and causing either the rudder or the wheel to move. But not only could I not recreate the movement by leaning with all my weight on the wheel but the movement of the rudder post completely stopped while we were standing in the room watching it. The rudder post didn’t budge the entire time we stood there watching it, waiting for it to rotate. We could not debunk this phenomenon. I’m leaving this as unexplained but I believe the spirits were definitely messing with us.  We took several still photos of the room while this activity was occurring. In one shot we captured this amazing light anomaly zooming across the room. There were no bugs on the ship and this anomaly only appeared in one shot, so I doubt it was dust or a reflection.                  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA                                                  Where were we? Oh yes, trying to set up our Spirit Box and digital voice recorders. Sometimes you just got to go with the flow and go where the activity takes you. We figured the Captain was telling us he was still in charge of this vessel. Could he make the rudder post move on command? Would he? With all our equipment running, I asked, “Captain, was that you and could you please make the post move again for us?” Immediately, we heard the now familiar “Groaannn.”  “Thank you, Captain.” OK, maybe we squealed a little. Not only did it do it instantly after I asked him to but this was the last time during our investigation the rudder post moved.  That’s pretty relevant because if it had been a strong current or tidal interference the rudder post would continue to move intermittently. Listen for yourself..  http://bit.ly/1ottT4E      It remained quiet the rest of the night.  I continued to ask the Captain questions but received no more responses. I was pretty sure that he was done talking. We wanted to see who else might be with us.  “If this is not the Captain, then to whom are we speaking?” A moment later..”Patrick”. This was great, but I wanted some answers.  I wanted to know what they were “hiding” from us. My mind raced with a hundred possibilities, all of them nefarious.. It must have been some contraband smuggled aboard the ship long ago. One can’t help but think about pirates and treasure. Who knows what sort of “booty” could have hidden  on an old ship like the Star? It’s at this point we all noticed we had a strong metallic taste in our mouths. Gunpowder? Ah Ha! They were smuggling gunpowder! That definitely could be a very dangerous cargo.  I researched into the Euterpe’s Logbook Collection, which is in the archive of the MacMullen Library and Research Archives and the Star ( then Euterpe) did at one time haul gunpowder, but the logbook did not state where they got the gunpowder. Alright, where does one acquire gunpowder in the 19th century? China, I would guess. With recorders and Spirit Box running, “Where did you get the gunpowder, and from where?” The answer came on the Spirit Box.. “China”.   Listen  http://bit.ly/VQV5Ub                                                                                                                                  It’s really amazing to receive this much validation. We had physical movement of the rudder post that rotated on command and then stopped. We had a Class “A” EVP saying “Damn You!” possibly from the Captain. We had voices from the Spirit Box answering our questions intelligently. Remember, the bandwidths are sweeping backwards to eliminate the chance of stray radio voices coming through causing false positives. It was getting late.  It was time to do what we are called to do, and that’s provide guidance in crossing spirits and sending them Home. Doing so in a haunted location does not create a vacuum and render a place devoid of paranormal activity. When done with Love and the right intentions of helping spirits who wish to return Home, I believe it actually creates some sort of portal and spirits communicate that there are folks on this side who wish to learn, talk, and help if possible. I think crossing spirits ATTRACTS other spirits to a location who might also need help. Kimberly called in her Angels and we all focused on filing the room with Love and Light.  We thanked the crewmen for speaking with us. We told them their job was done, it was time to head  Home at last.. With the Spirit Box and recorders still going… Kimberly..”Reach out your hands and find that your family is there waiting for you.” Spirit Box.. “Hi Mom.” Kimberly..”Your time is served, you are now free to go Home.” Spirit Box..”Thank You.” And then the most silent bit of silence I’ve ever heard from the Spirit Box….there were no pops. no sputters, no static…  .He was just…gone……… Cue the tears and goosebumps..  Grab a tissue and give a listen..  http://bit.ly/1rCRveP   I would like to add that the day after we concluded our investigation in which we captured this amazing evidence on a spirit box, or Frank’s Box, Frank Sumption, the founder and inventor  of this device, passed away. Although I never had the chance to meet him I know the paranormal community is feeling his loss and it was his genius that made this experience possible. Thank you, Frank..         We couldn’t top that Spirit Box experience.  It was late and time to call it a night. Time to find our wayward security guard and help him go through all the decks and set the alarm. Remember, it was only his 4th day on the job. Packed up and ready to hit the showers and a soft bed, we disembarked the lovely Star of India and expected our security guard to be there. Nobody. The guard has three ships to patrol so we headed out to the Berkeley. Calling out..”John! Where are you?” I decided to call his phone. “Hello, this is John.” Yeah, We’re finished up here on the Star and we need you to lock up.” Laughing, “Did you find any “ghosties”? “Yes, it was incredible. We had a ton of activity. This ship is alive with spirits.” Awkward silence….. Then in a softer tone.. “No Shit?” Obviously John is now thinking about all those decks, all those dark places on the ship. “You’re already off the ship?” “Yeah, we need to head out because we have to leave in about 4 hours so we need you to lock up and turn on the alarm.”    Silence… “Um. go ahead, I’ll just leave any lights on and set the alarm, OK?” I guess the security guard was a little spooked about being all alone on a haunted ship.. I wonder if he made it there a full week…..               OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA                          OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA                                      Vintage Frigate sailing into a fog bank

Paranormal Investigation aboard the Haunted Sailing Ship Star of India Part 1

          Vintage Frigate sailing into a fog bank                            Star of India is the world’s oldest active sailing ship. She was built at Ramsey Shipyard in the Isle of Man in 1863. Iron ships were relatively new for that time then, with most vessels still being built from timber. She originally bore the name Euterpe,the Greek muse of music and poetry.

 The Euterpe was a full-rigged ship until 1901, when the Alaska Packers Association rigged her down to a barque, her present rig.The advantage of these rigs was that they needed smaller (therefore cheaper) crews than a comparable fully rigged ship as there were fewer of the labour-intensive square sails, and the rig itself is cheaper. They were still very fast and she could travel from England to India and back in about 100 days. Can you imagine such a journey? She began her sailing life with two near-disastrous voyages to India. On her first trip she suffered a collision and a mutiny. On her second trip, a cyclone caught Euterpe in the Bay of Bengal, and with her topmasts cut away, she barely made port. Shortly afterward, the captain died on board and was buried at sea.

 After such a hard luck beginning, Euterpe made four more voyages to India as a cargo ship. In 1871 she was sold again and embarked on a quarter century of hauling emigrants to New Zealand, sometimes also touching Australia, California and Chile. She made 21 circumnavigations in this service, some of them lasting up to a year. It was rugged voyaging, with the little iron ship battling through terrific gales, “laboring and rolling in a most distressing manner,” according to her log.

 Life aboard the Euterpe was difficult for the sailors, cooped up in her ‘tween deck, fed a diet of hardtack and salt junk, subject to malnutrition, seasickness, and a host of other ills. It is astonishing that their death rate was so low. They were a tough lot, however, coming from the working classes of England, Ireland and Scotland. Her name was changed to Star of India in 1906 and after 60 years of solid performance in 1923, she became the crown jewel of the San Diego Maritime museum, where she remains today as a floating piece of history.                            100_1116                            We arrived in the afternoon and walked into one of the shops that stands next to the Star of India. The store was crowded with white suited sailors fresh off their ship and they were eager to do some shopping. I was asking the clerk , I don’t know, something, and I noticed my body began to sway back and forth, as if rolling on a ship’s deck. The store IS located within a ship but it’s securely docked. I looked at all the sailors, they weren’t swaying so I figured they had their sea legs. Now I’m swaying quite a bit, back and forth, and I really felt as though I was going to get knocked off my feet. And the worst part was I couldn’t do a thing about it! It was like some kind of out of body experience. I knew I was doing it, I felt like an idiot swaying to and fro but was unable to control my actions. Finally I grabbed onto the counter and stared wide-eyed at the clerk. Yeah, she was looking at me funny, too.. I managed to gain control and as we walked out, Kimberly asks me, “So what was THAT all about?” She saw me swaying and she had begun swaying too. Was something trying to communicate with us already? I’ve never felt like that before. I was feeling like I was slipping out of body non consensually, unable to control the swaying, but realizing I was doing it and helpless to stop myself from tumbling to the floor. The spirits of the Star of India knew we were coming, alright..That was weird.. We started our lockdown by being escorted by one of the Star’s docents, Dave. Dave walked me through the ship’s four decks and located the light panels and alarm system. “I’m gonna be gone, and it’s the security guard’s 4th day on the job, and the first three didn’t have much training. Make sure when you’re ready to leave that you show him where these panels are and make sure he sets the alarm. If you need to leave in a hurry and you’re running down the plank, the gate won’t be locked, just push through it.” Wait.. What? Has he had people running off the ship in a hurry? Dave wouldn’t say.. Still wondering if I was going to be running screaming down a poop deck in the middle of the night, we set up our base in the galley and then we headed down below deck. This is another reason I wanted some ambient lights on. Have you tried to navigate a ship’s steep stairs with a thin rope for a rail? Do that in complete darkness? Yeah, I don’t think so! Besides, it’s a museum too, and I don’t want to break anything. We walked from stem to stern taking still digital shots. I felt drawn to crawling into every nook and cranny of the ship. It just felt as though they were somehow hiding from us. Sure enough, the cameras began malfunctioning. It was as though they were deliberately causing the equipment failure. The camera would turn on, I’d point in the direction I wanted to photograph and Boom, the camera would lock up. We had three separate battery drains as well. I had made sure all the equipment had fresh batteries before we started. The batteries would go from a full charge to completely drained in a matter of minutes. It’s a common occurrence for electronic equipment to drain or malfunction with the presence of paranormal activity. I believe they do this to gather energy from an external source in order to manifest either visually or audibly. Remember, spirits have no physical body so in order to be seen or for you to hear a disembodied voice or to create an EVP, they need an external source of energy. I also believe they sometimes just like to screw with us. I believe they mess with equipment when they don’t want to be caught on camera. Spirits are very resourceful that way..                                    OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA             So began a cat and mouse type game of bangs in one room across ship, equipment malfunctioning, basically leading us from one end of the ship to the other. We decided to regroup on the main deck. With cameras behaving themselves now, we began taking more still shots. Kimberly’s sister Michelle noticed she was getting a lot of orbs immediately in the vicinity of the lifeboat. “Come here, Look at these!” Michelle called excitedly. Over the course of several consecutive shots, dozens of orbs would suddenly appear around the lifeboat, then in the next frame slightly disperse, then be gone completely by the fourth shot. There was no dust and very little breeze, so we ruled out dirt contamination. I would take several shots of the same boat with a similar camera to no avail. The orbs only appeared when Michelle took the pictures. With activity seeming to center close to the lifeboat, we figured this would be a good time and place to conduct an impromptu seance. Each of us gathered a chair and we sat in a circle. We relaxed our minds and allowed ourselves to slowly focus on the spirits around us. Silently we invited them to join us. I let my eyes fall slightly out of focus ( and at my age that’s pretty darn easy) and I gazed up at the elaborate rigging in the masts. Slowly taking shape aloft in the rigging lines and beams were shadowy shapes. I gazed a little longer and I could see the haggard, barefoot sailors staring back at us. They looked at our group with what I can only describe as a bit of disdain, they looked thoroughly unimpressed with these ladies trying to demand and order them about. Just then I distinctly heard the words “Bilge Rat” ! It seems the pecking order of sailing ships is certainly Captain, crew, THEN female ghost hunters! This was going to be harder than I thought. We had been politely asking for general information from the crew but it seemed being polite little women was getting us nowhere fast. Now we didn’t want to stoop to the level of harassing or taunting, that’s just rude and unnecessary. We needed to rethink our approach. Who would the Captain respect enough and answer their questions? On a whim we thought “Let’s tell him we’re from the ship’s owners and we’re here to make a report.” We didn’t really expect it to work but thought, Hey, let’s give it a try. We Googled one of the several owners of the Star and took a guess about the timeline, picking the Shaw, Savill and Alboin Line. ( She was still the Euterpe during the 19th century ). We had Margaret’s husband James in his best British accent,call out into the night air, “We’ve come from the Shaw Co and we need to ask you some questions. We need to make a report and we need you to comply, Captain.” I was sitting with my back to the Captain’s quarters. It had a small window and short, cotton curtains with the lamp’s light glowing through. Kimberly faced the Captain’s quarters. Her eyes widened, “Kitty, the curtains just moved!” I wheeled around to look. Sure enough, the tiny curtains were parting ever so slightly. There is no way any breeze can get into his quarters because of the wooden partitions inside the galley. We kept talking. “We need to ask you some questions, Captain.” The curtains opened a little more! We all saw this happening. We could have squealed with excitement but were trying to play it cool, you know….           100_1132                                                                                                                                                                                                                          I figured we had his attention but knew time was of the essence. We quickly relocated into the galley. We didn’t know how long we could keep the Captain’s attention. We started running several digital voice recorders and began an EVP session. The Captain’s presence could certainly be felt. Kimberly and I swore we could see him sitting on the galley’s sofa, glaring at everyone. It was in these first few minutes of recording we captured a Class A EVP saying, “Why did you lie to me?” We had made direct contact with the Captain of the ship and he understood what we had said! Apparently, the Captain did not appreciate being duped! Listen to the EVP we captured here ..Is this the Captain asking,  ” Why did you lie to me?” http://bit.ly/1qOkjea What will the rest of the evening hold? Coming soon.. Part 2..  If you want to see more of our investigations,  evidence and upcoming events, please check out our Facebook page at bit.ly/kjfbpage and please visit my website at kittyjanusz.com !                     OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA                         100_1111