An App, A Gadget, Some Rods and Results

I always enjoy a day out with my friends and fellow researchers Sean Paradis and Fiona Broome, and this trip was no exception. Fiona purchased some popular ghost hunting gadgets with the intent of testing them out in locations where we have personally experienced spirit activity. Although she had also ordered an EMF pump and the 3rd generation Ovilus with digital readout, the only piece that arrived before our outing was the Ghost Meter Pro.ghost meter pro

We decided to start out at a favorite coffee shop, in Concord, NH.  As we sat at our little table, we caught up and shared new and exciting ideas that we have been mulling about to experiment with, like new and innovative ways to communicate with the spirit world while on investigations. Although I am not at liberty to talk about them yet, I can tell you they are very cool! Sean brought along some interesting tie pins, medallions and other metal pieces that he had purchased at antique shop, just around the corner from where we were, that had some incredible residual energy on them. There was on pin in particular, a little gold cross, that gave both Fiona and me goose bumps from head to toe.

Before heading out to the Old North Cemetery, we decided to visit that antiques shop, to see what else we could find. We perused the store, finding bits and pieces of history that intrigued us, pulling out the EMF meter occasionally, to check out the levels on items we suspected may have some energy attached.   We each left with a couple of super cool items,  some of which might qualify as creepy purchases.   ( I want to go back for that wooden two-seated bench that was once used in a doctor’s office. It had really interesting energy!)  Then, it was off to the Old North Cemetery.

I have seen the Ghost Meter Pro in action, as my friend and founder of the New England Ghost Project, Ron Kolek owns one and had used it recently at the Houghton Mansion during an event. I told Fiona, that from my experience with it, it did seem to answer questions, but I was still on the fence with giving it my stamp of approval.  She turned it on as we approached the grave of President Franklin Pierce. We always seem to have good luck in this “cemetery within a cemetery”.  To test the validity of the answers given by the Ghost Meter Pro, we thought we could ask historical questions that we knew the answers to.

The search mode, where the GMP is supposedly searching for spirit contact, seemed to go on forever. Fiona asked if we had had a similar experience at the Houghton Mansion, and we did not. Search mode was definitely taking longer than I had experienced previously. The GMP did stop a couple times, and we asked a few questions, but before we could ask anything of any consequence, back into search mode it went.fisepres

My genius friend, Sean, (I love the way he thinks!)  had set up an experiment (that for now is a secret) and I stayed behind to monitor it while he and Fiona walked around to the other side of the small cemetery. I could hear the GMP answering questions for them, and when they came back around, Fiona told me that she was very impressed with the results and the GMP’s answers.

We decided to change our position from in front of the Pierce monument, since we weren’t getting much at all. We moved down about 3 graves, toward the exit and next to the iron gate. Sean turned on his Ghost Meter App on his iPhone and I grabbed my pendulum, my back leaning on the gate. I was not watching the equipment, but I felt an energy coming in from behind me, Sean and Fiona witnessed a dot on the radar approach from outside the gate. When I said “Male” the dot hit the center bulls eye on the radar screen and Fiona’s GMP abruptly stopped it’s search mode. Fiona asked “Are you male?” and it responded “Yes”.  I said “Jonathan” as the name popped into my head. Fiona asked “Is your name Jonathan?” and it responded “Yes”.  Fiona asked “Are you buried outside of this gate in the cemetery?” and it responded “Yes”.  So, Fiona said “Let’s go find Jonathan!”

I grabbed some dowsing rods and we left the little cemetery and entered the big cemetery that surrounds the one we were in.  Now, on the outside of the gate, we asked Jonathan to direct us where to go. My dowsing rods immediately turned to the right as we came to the next path to follow. Sean’s Ghost Radar spoke out “Pennsylvania” I giggled as I said “That’s odd, Pennsylvania???” I was in the lead, and started taking baby steps, because I did not know which way I should go, because I felt that I had lost my guidance.  At that very moment Fiona said “Stop! We’ve found Jonathan!”

Fiona and Sean were standing in front of a tall monument with the  well worn name NHvet“Jonathan Wheelock”.  Fiona asked asked “Jonathan, is this your grave?”  The GMP answered “Yes”.  On Jonathan’s grave it indicates that he was a veteran of the battle at Valley Forge, which as we know, is  located in Pennsylvania!

What I think is really cool about this, is the fact that we used intuition, and 3 different pieces of equipment that all seemed to work together seamlessly.   We were all impressed with what had transpired, and we were happy with the role each apparatus had played in reaching our destination, guided by spirit and electronics.

So, what is my opinion of the Ghost Meter Pro now?  Let’s just say, it’s growing on me.


Psychic Circle Experiment

I am a member of a Meetup group that gathers monthly at Circles Of Wisdom in Andover, MA. It is a paranormal study group led by my friend and the fearless leader of the New England Ghost Project, Ronald Kolek. On the 3rd Tuesday of every month we look into all sorts of things within the realm of the paranormal.

At December’s meeting we conducted psychometry experiments, dowsing experiments, remote viewing experiments and even tested the validity of a “psychic party game”. We then took out one of the tools in my bag, The Psychic Circle.

The Psychic Circle is an oracle board, similar to a Ouija board. The difference is, with the Psychic Circle you open and close every session with a prayer of protection, and there are several modes of communication printed on the board. There are zodiac symbols, colors, words, picture symbols, elements, compass symbols as well as numbers and letters.

The common complaint about oracle boards, is that someone could be manipulating the answers that are presented.  I was on the board with three other people whom I completely trust. None of us would manipulate the board. What would be the reason to manipulate the board in the first place? We are trying to communicate with spirit. What would anyone have to gain by spelling out answers?

I decided to secretly test a person’s ability to manipulate the planchette. I was not trying to be malicious, I just wanted to know if it could be done. I was suprised by the results.

I attempted 2 times to willfully stop the circular disk. I could not stop it on any desired part of the board. It took an extreme amount of pressure to affect the speed of the planchette, and it would eventually stop, but no where near where I wanted it to stop.

I attempeted to “steer” the disk toward a particular word on the board.   I could not.

I am a completely honest person. All I have is the truth. Honesty and personal integrity are the two most important qualities a person can posess. I hold and protect these personal traits above all others.  I feel a little dirty with this experiment, but I could not let anyone know my intentions, otherwise they may have “allowed me to manipulate” the outcomes.

I am happy to report, that the experiment was a complete success. My findings are that the board could NOT be manipulated at will.

I have always trusted The Psychic Circle and will continue to use it as a valued tool.  Now my trust has been confirmed and my confidence in the board strengthened.

Now, for believing everything that the spirit world tells me….. That is a whole new kettle of fish.

The Village Smokehouse

Ron Kolek, me, Jim Stonier and Clay Rucker of the New England Ghost Project

On a dark Monday evening, Ron Kolek, Clay Rucker, Jim Stonier and I packed up our equipment and journeyed to The Village Smokehouse in Lowell, MA. We were welcomed by staff members of  the Howl In Lowell, an online magazine that covers everything happening in the area.  We also were greeted by Rosemary Kellerher, who’s husband, Tim, owns the 4 story structure and worked countless hours by himself reconstructing the building.

One day, Tim was convinced there was someone in the building with him as he was working alone. He picked up a 2x4 and searched the building, looking for the unwanted trespasser. There was no one.

Kitchen workers hear voices, feel people pass by when there is no one to be seen, and have things move to places they shouldn’t be.

Bartenders get creeped out when they have to go down into the basement area where the spare liquor is stored. One bartender/bouncer told me the always thinks he is going to see a little boy looking back at him, and he expects him to be wearing a newsboy cap and garb.

When I was ready to enter the building, I knew none of this. I was not even told where we were going.

As we walked into the front door of  the building, I felt as if it was used for some kind of trade, BIG money trade where lawyers would need to be involved.  Rich men with fancy suits and pocket watches from the late 1800’s.

We entered the bar on the right and I had a feeling of energy in the pit of my stomach and a painful sensation in my jaw.

I was made aware of a male who was not a residual haunt, but rather an intelligent spirit who walks the building and makes himself known to others through making noises, physically touching things, but nothing to do with the initial image of rich men.  This was an average working Joe, from a later time period.

We entered the men’s room, not much going on in there.  Then we went into the ladies room.  I felt sick in the stall that was closest to the back of the room, like something terrible had happened, a death.  I felt like it was a rift between two men with an unfortunate outcome.  Ron asked what the space was used for before it was the bathroom.  Rosemary replied that the area in which we were standing was once a bar, and there was a man who confronted his wife’s lover in the bar and killed him.

On the floors above I was sensing that there was physical movement, that things were touched and moved by unseen hands.

I asked if people could hear heavy things being dragged across the floors and unexplained noises.  The answer was yes.  I believe this to be the work of the same male I was picking up on when I entered the first floor.

We headed downstairs to the basement.  The energy level and atmosphere in the basement was thick.  Each member of the Ghost Project felt the difference that the basement presented.

As Rosemary brought me into a walk in cooler where the kegs are kept, I asked her if anyone had been touched in there.  I felt that things would be actually be in physical contact with spirit.

Rosemary told me that no on had been touched, but the knobs that keep the beer flowing from the kegs to the bar would be completely turned off, for no reason.  Only Tim and the beer salesman are allowed to touch them.

I also got the impression that there was a passageway from across the street that led into the basement, where “less than legal” happenings took place.  Rosemary brought us to a tunnel that has been closed up.  During an EVP session in this tunnel entrance way Jim caught what sounds like a man laughing at him.

Tunnel that leads to the buildings across the street

As we made our way through the basement to the office area, Rosemary was perplexed.  A door to an internal office, which is ALWAYS locked because of it’s contents, was wide open and unlocked.  She made a phone call to the person who works in there to ask if the door had been closed and locked when they left.  The answer was “Of course it was”.

We climbed the stairs to the 2nd floor and eventually came upon an elevator.  I felt there was an accident associated with the elevator.  Somehow I think there was a male who fell, and there may have been a woman involved, leaving behind an imprint of sorrow.

On the third floor, Ron felt like he wanted to dance, like he should be bouncing up and down.  We learned that it had once been a Jazz club.  (Go Ron!)  In another area of the third floor I was picking up a tightness in my neck, usually associated with a hanging.  The energy on that floor seemed to be swirling around us, and again it felt male.

On the fourth floor, I felt like there should have been a stage, or a performance going on.  There was dust and a dead bird’s carcass on the floor.

Ron asked me what I was picking up.  I had an image of one of the rich men.  He was wearing a light brown/tan suit, but the jacket had been taken off.  He had a pocket watch in a pocket of his vest.  I had him first appear in my head as we climbed the last stairs onto the 4th floor.

As I walked across the floor, I felt as if the “cable went out”.  You know, that feeling when you are losing consciousness, and then chest pain.  I am not sure if this man died in the building from this heart attack, but it definitely happened in that room.

We decided to do some dowsing to try to make contact.  I pulled out my pendulum, and as soon as I did, I felt a male energy come close.  It was the same male from downstairs, in the bar fight.  He answered our questions, although, some of the answers did not seem to fit.

I think that he answered honestly, but we may have asked the questions too quickly or maybe some queries were worded in an ambiguous way.

After searching all of the floors we again were on the first floor.  While Ron and I sat for Ron’s interview, Clay, Jim and Rosemary went outside.  As they were looking up at the building they noticed lights upstairs.  They all went upstairs to investigate.  Clay told me that there were firefly like lights and audible noises.

Rosemary was quite shaken, because whoever they had encountered up there left scratches on her face.  You can see her state of uneasiness as she then sat down for her interview in the video below.



You can also read the article which can be seen here that was posted by the lovely reporters from Howl In Lowell.


A Night Of Dark Shadows

I am back from Oneida, NY, where on Saturday, May 19th, I was lucky enough to experience the Collinwood Inn with Ron Kolek and Karin Ruck of the New England Ghost Project, and Anne Kerrigan of East Bridgewater’s Most Haunted.

Also known as the Farnam Mansion, The Collinwood is an gorgeous B&B with a Dark Shadows theme.  Our hosts, owners Brian and Gerri Gray were warm, friendly and welcoming.  We were all in awe of the beautiful antiques and the meticulous details of the ceiling medallions and trimmings that Brian had worked so hard restoring to make this mansion truly shine.

When we arrived the spirit energy of the house made an impression as I walked across the threshold.  High levels of energy encountered on the first floor were in the dining room, the parlor and in the master bedroom.

I had images of doctors bags and stethoscopes as I entered the hallway.  Brian said that 3 doctors had each owned the building at one time.  The dining room introduced me to female energy and a picture of my mother in law in my head. I asked Brian if there was a Shirley or a May associated with the house, as this was my mother in law’s name. He confirmed that there was indeed a Shirley associated with the house and that she had a “bowl of boobies” as she called them, in a bowl placed at the very window where I was standing.

We were escorted upstairs to our rooms. The energy changed as we ascended the level.  I was aware of lung issues in the upstairs hallway.  Ron’s room was the Angelique Room, which was the room at the end of the hallway at the front of the house on the right, I had incredible head pain and dizziness. His masculine feeling room was equipped with a large jacuzzi. (He was very happy about that.)

Anne was in the Quentin room.  Red walls and a red fainting couch, perfect for “The Blonde Bombshell” to stay in.  I didn’t pick up much energy as we took photos of Anne stretched out as if she had fainted on the tufted antique.

Our facebook friend and “Ghost Chronicles-The Next Generation” chat room aquaintance, Cat and her husband Raf came all the way from Canada to be with us for our ghost hunt.  The were in the Barnabas room. I think that the lung issue I was feeling originated from this room, as it is at the top of the stairs.

Karin and I were in the Josette bedroom directly across the hall from Ron.  As we entered our bedroom I felt no energy what-so-ever.  A good night’s sleep was assured for us!

The rest of the guests arrived and the house turned dark with the setting of the sun.  To kick off  the investigation, we started in the basement.  There were high levels of EMF in the large room of the basement where we started our investigation. There was a male energy present.

Ron took out the Shack Hack, which is a radio which has been altered so that constantly scans the radio stations at a rapid pace and is unable to stop on any.  This is supposed to enable a spirit to pull any of the millions of words being spoken on the airwaves, and use them to communicate through the device.

The name Georgie was broadcast from the radio and as Ron asked questions, people’s EMF meters would respond.  Some of the beeps seemed to directly coincide with questions asked, and some we found to be associated with the electircal wires that ran across the ceiling.

We moved to the other side of the basement to a long sort of corridor.  I felt a female energy at the end in the corner.  As I connected I could see that she was an older woman, with gray hair and some sort of cotton, snap down the front housecoat.

Ron obviously was not completely on board with what I was saying and wanted to leave the area. He changed his mind about going upstairs when he saw a candelabra.  He decided to try to an experiment to make contact with spirit.

Karin had some divining rods and Ron lit the candles in the candelabra.  He was asking questions and through yes and no questions it was confirmed that there was indeed an older female spirit present.

I knew that the female wasn’t a wife of a former owner the house, so using my logical brain, I thought maybe she could be attached to one of the antiques being stored in the basement.  I asked Ron to ask if she was attached to the chair or the trunk, and he showed his annoyance by raising his voice with his answer of “No she’s not!” and suggesting to the guests that I didn’t know what I was talking about, when I was just trying to make sense of the energy by asking questions.

During this divining rod session of communication, this photo was captured by  Gerri, clearly showing and ectoplasmic mist forming at Karin’s left shoulder. Hmmmmm, was I just babbling nonsense?   WHATEVER!  Ron is lucky I am such a nice person.   I let it go.

We moved to the first floor and we split up.  Ron took a group into the parlor and was playing the organ, while Karin and I took a group into the master bedroom.  These rooms are connected by a locked door.

I had an image of butterflies pinned behind glass in a display case and was getting masculine energy from the room itself.  I also felt as if the room had been used for viewings after a death.  Gerri confirmed that it was once a gentlemen’s smoking room, and after the investigation, Karin informed me that she discovered that one of the doctors that lived there was a botanist and kept collections of plant samples, which would go hand in hand with natural displays.

Karin decided to play a little trick on Ron and asked the spirits to play along.   She asked the spirits to leave Ron’s group and come into our space.  As soon as she asked, we heard Ron say “What was that?” through the wall and at that very moment all of the activity that Ron’s group was picking up on abruptly stopped.

We asked for a sign of the spirit’s presence, and it was again the woman from the basement.  When we asked the room went darker than it already was.  I realized that the streetlight had gone out.  Karin asked our spirit that if she had anything to do with the streetlight, to give us antoher sign.  The streetlight turned back on.  She then asked if our spirit could do it again, and the streetlight next to the original one went out.  Coincedence??

As the evening went on the activity seemed to wane.  At the end of the evening, after Gerri and Brian’s séance, we moved to the parlor once more to communicate with spirit by using a glass upon a table.

As we were conversing with a new female spirit, I felt a strong male presence entering.  All of a sudden all of the EMF meters that had been left on, in the middle of the séance table, in the room directly across the hallway from us, began to go off at full blast.  Anne took her video camera over to document it.  They continued to bellow for more than a couple minutes, and when we broke the communication off at the table with the female and closing the circle, without acknowledging the male spirit energy, the EMF meters fell silent.

We thanked our guests, and said goodnight to them all and we sat in the parlor and talked about the night.  As we sat there we all heard a loud male voice in the next room (the master bedroom).  Every person in the house was in the parlor and we all heard it.  Brian said “Welcome to the Collinwood!”.

It was a great night!

Thank you, Gerri and Brian.  I appreciate your hospitality, and I honor our new friendship. xxoo


**Note**  It has come to my attention that the spirit woman in the basement WAS a wife of a former owner.

This is why it is so important to know nothing on an investigation.  Brian had mentioned unintentionally that Farnam died, leaving his wife Sarah.  My logical brain dismissed that the spirit in the basement would be Farnam’s wife, because he was married to Sarah.  Elizabeth was Farnam’s first wife who died in the mansion.  This is how Ron knew I was going down the wrong path.

This is knowlege that Ron must have had prior to investigating.  Now that the pieces are fitting together, it makes total sense why he would try to stop me .

I believe it was a woman who lived in the house alone for a while.  I believe the spirit of the older woman in the basement who I saw to be Shirley.  Her snap down the front housecoat reminded me of one my own grandmother would wear, so the time period for the spirit woman would be late 1970’s early 80’s.

He let it go.  It is a good thing he is such a nice person.




A Federalist Treasure

First, my notes, exactly as I wrote them:
Hibbard House

James Room
Pink room feels masculine.  Older male scuffling across the floor. Weak legs, sickness, urinary issues?  Not as old as the house. Much more recent.

Rum Hill Room
Masculine energy.  Not too much going on.

Hibbard Room
Pneumonia female.  Older woman.  Movement in room. Hard to breathe.

Pierce Room
Movement, male, same male energy as downstairs. Cigars.

Movement, noise.  Slight Headache.  Left leg pain

Front left room
Cigars male energy, headache on top right of head.  I think I may be feeling this same energy from this room but it is transmuting thru the floor into the Pierce Room.

Front right room feels benign…at the moment.

Poker Room
Interesting energy.   Noticeable upon entry.  Nothing defined.

Dining Room
Being used by the owners and the Janets.  Feels like the people in it now, will have to go back.

Shoulders/neck discomfort, restraint.


I know nothing about a place I am about to investigate.  I  like going in completely blind and not being prejudiced beforehand, so I can walk around and write down what I feel, hear and see in my head. The notes above are just that.

On December 3rd, 2011 the New England Ghost Project rolled into the quiet town of Bath, NH and investigated the Hibbard House.  We were invited in by our hosts Rick and Tim who were very kind and hospitable.

After the investigation, we found out that the house was used as a gay social club in the 90’s, and AIDS patients would stay in the rooms upstairs,which explains the man with the sickness in the pink room, and the restraints in the basement.  The basement was used as a speak easy during Prohibition. During the investigation I heard a deep voiced man having a one sided conversation behind a closed door.

I was also told later by our host that Harry Hibbard was a lawyer who built this handsome federalist mansion for he and his wife Sarah to live in.  We were told he passed up a congressional seat to live in this mansion. He was very good friends with Franklin Pierce and Pierce would frequently visit.

Tim went on  to tell me that other people who have visited the house have encountered the smell of cigars. I did not smell the cigars during my walk through. I had a mental image of them in my head.

Harry became ill with a brain sickness and was sent to a mental hospital where he died while he was in his 50’s. This was the oddly placed headache in the front room I was experiencing. It was strange, the Pierce room is directly above the Front Left Room, and I couldn’t tell if I was reading the bottom floor in the Pierce room or the Pierce room from the bottom floor, but the energies felt the same in each.

I was told by our host that Mrs. Hibbard lived in the house some years after Harry died. I asked him how she died, and he didn’t know. I believe the woman with pneumonia is Mrs. Hibbard. Usually I feel the ailment from which people passed. On top of my lungs hurting, I started to physically wheeze. I wonder if she may have been an asthmatic.

I was aware of Mrs. Hibbard in the Hibbard Room. I  am convinced that she moves things and makes noises. While the team was investigating this room, a digital camera that was sitting on the bed turned on all by itself.  We heard whispers and saw shadow movement within the room.

The kitchen was an interesting area. Although there were no distinct energies that stood out, I sensed that the kitchen was not a quiet place. I feel cabinets may open and close, and movement may be heard.

In the Dining Room a glass swirling brought about a conversation with a male from the 90’s who frequented the social club. Because of a shockingly disturbing image that flashed  in a team member’s head, she abruptly took her finger of the glass, and then one of our hosts ran out of the room crying, overcome with emotion.  He returned visibly shaken, and had no idea why he was crying.  We explained to him that sometimes spirit will impress their emotions or feelings upon us.

It was a very interesting house, and a fantastic experience.  Hopefully someday I can make my way back to visit and spend more time in the Hibbard House.   It is definitely worth the trip!

From Gibberish to Wow

Yesterday, I brought my Talker ITC to 3 different locations. The first location was Centre Cemetery in Henniker, NH.

This Cemetery is the resting place of Ocean Born Mary. The Talker said nothing as I entered through the space between the gate and the stone wall and blurted out a few nonsensical one syllable sounds before I found Mary’s grave. It fell silent as I took some pictures and explored the area.  About two rows back, and to the left of Mary’s grave, it said some gibberish. I continued to walk around, looking at the stones and the iron grave markers on the right side of the graveyard.

I ventured to the front left side then it said one word, “Hi”.  As for my senses, I felt nothing, no energies, nothing. It was a very quiet, peaceful place. I was close to the street, the water supply and the town electricity, so the talker may have picked up EMF from those sources.

My next stop, after checking out the Ocean Born Mary House (in which she never actually lived), I brought the Talker to the First Burial Ground of Henniker.   This graveyard contains the family or Robert Wallace, who was the son of Ocean Born Mary that built and lived in the famed Ocean Born Mary House.  Mary actually lived with her son William about a mile away.

The Talker was completely silent for the whole time that I explored the sunny graveyard with occupants who had laid there from the mid 1760’s.    I was about to exit and it startled me when  it said one word, “Captain”.  I looked around me, and there was indeed a grave with the inscription “ERECTED In Memory of Cap’ Josiah Ward who departed this life Feb’ 27th 1795  Aged 54 years”.

Leaving Henniker, I headed north along the scenic Currier and Ives Trail that weaves through “quintessential New England”, to my next destination.

Webster Place Cemetery is nestled between two large fields of a working farm.  The family who owns the farm have posted signs that say they do not mind if you access their property to get to the graveyard, but all vehicles MUST stay on the dirt road.  I drove my car along the dusty path until I came to a fork , and a sign that said that only farm vehicles were allowed past this point.  There is no source of electricity anywhere near this graveyard.

I grabbed the Talker and my camera.  I turned on my Talker and got out of my car.  I was facing the road that led straight out to a field and the talker said “Left”.

I was aware of a young male energy.  I walked to my left toward the graveyard and  the Talker then said “Look”.  I stepped over the iron chain fence and entered the graveyard at the old Burleigh plot.  The Talker said “Come closer”.

I quickly went back to my car and retrieved a notebook and a pen and wrote down what the talker had already said.  After I wrote down the three responses the Talker said “You’re ahead”.

I re-entered the cemetery and was drawn to the back corner.  There were small stones with names of babies and children, their ages and date they died.  The Talker said “There are a lot”.   It occurred to me that these must have been the children of the orphanage that was located at the top of the street.   I felt like this young spirit wanted me to go further to the edge of the cemetery’s rear.  I walked over, and there, all by itself, was the grave of a 13 year old boy.   Once I had reached the stone belonging to George, the Talker said no more, as if I had seen what the young spirit had wanted me to.  I no longer could sense the energy either, he just left.

I checked out the rest of the cemetery.  It was very quiet.  The  Talker only said one more thing when I got out of the car at the top of the street to take pictures of the buildings where the orphans were housed.  It said “Celia” and I immediately had the image of a gold cross in my head.  I am curious if it is documented somewhere to see if there was a Nun named Celia who lived on the site.

The Talker, by far, exceeded any expectations that I had formulated for it’s performance.    It certainly is an interesting piece of “experimental equipment”.

A Talker Indeed

I love getting packages in the mail, especially whe they contain things that intrigue me.

I purchased a Talker ITC from Bill Chappell, the creator of other talking ghost hunting tools such as the Ovilus and the Paranormal Puck. When it arrived I immediately put in the 3 required AAA batteries and turned it on. The little red light slowly and methodically blinked at me as if to say “What were you expecting from me, a conversation right off the bat?” I chuckled to myself and decided to check it out.

The Talker works by detecting fluxuations in the Electromagnetic fields surrounding the unit.  It is said that EMF fluxuations happen when spirit activity is present.  The spirits, in turn, can speak through the device by using the sounds that are stored within the Talker’s memory bank and manipulate the energy fluctuations into audible speech.

Armed with this information, I decided to see what the Talker would do if I purposefully changed the EMF levels near the unit.  I went straight to my microwave and it uttered it’s first sounds.  I was wondering if it was a foreign language.  It spat out unidentifiable gibberish in long strains of unmatched syllables.  I brought the unit over to my television, and again it seemed that it was speaking in tongues.

I brought it outside and it was silent.  I decided to take it to a nearby cemetery and left it on as I walked.  It said not one word. Real, or made up ones for that matter.

As I approached the right front side of the cemetery, I was drawn to the area which was closest to the street, on the far front left side.   I entered the small cemetery from the early 1800’s and walked at a slow pace.  I realized I wasn’t alone, I felt a male energy.

I kept walking and the Talker said what I thought was “Merrill”.  I said “Okay, I will look for a gravestone with the name Merrill.”  I continued on my way toward the left side of the cemetery and The Talker said “Tomb”.  I had just passed the only tomb in the cemetery and I was on the back side of it.  I said “Okay, I will go back to the tomb.” and walked around to get to the front side.  As I came to the front I noticed one small stone placed on the front right side.  The name on that stone was Elbridge G Varrell.

When The Talker speaks, it speaks in a robotic voice.  Merrill and Varrell sound so much alike, they could easily be mistaken, one for the other.

All in all, for my first outing with the Talker ITC, I was impressed.  I believe there is some validity to the claims that Bill Chappell makes about his device.  It did say a couple other words, but I missed what they were.  You have to have your ear at the ready at all times with this device, because you never know when the Talker will speak.  I recommend running a digital voice recorder during any and all sessions with the Talker ITC.  That way you will not miss out on words that are said when you are not ready to  listen.

I look forward to bringing it on upcoming investigations to see what it has to say.  More importantly, I want to see if it says things that are as relevant as they were today.

When One Meets Pancho

Last evening I had the pleasure to experience something new.  I travelled to Circles of Wisdom in Andover, MA and encountered a pre-Columbian Mesoamerican ancient artifact that was unearthed in Monte Alban, Mexico.

At the request of  his guardian, Mario Bojorquez,  I removed my shoes to show respect as I entered the back room where the sold out throng of curious attendees had gathered.  As soon as I crossed the threshold into the room, the energy from this beautifully carved piece of clear quartz crystal took over.

I was amazed at the amount of energy I could feel, particularly in my chest.  I also noticed sensation my neck, into my jaw and in the front of my head.  I took my seat in the chair furthest away and in the back corner of the room.

Although my back was against the wall, I was aware of a male presence behind me.  He was big, and he was watching. It was as if the wall wasn’t there, and he was looking over the crowd while being directly connected with the perfectly carved skull.  I have done a quick sketch of him (right).  He was brown skinned and had black hair.  He had full lips and had something draped over his shoulder and across his chest.  He also had something dark and feathery behind his head and was carrying a staff of some sort.  I believe him to be another guardian of the skull, along with Mario.

There was also spirit movement within the room throughout the 3 hour talk, in which Mario explained his journey with the “glass head” that he inherited from his grandparents.

Mario explained that Pancho is all about communication, that quartz crystal is the component that is found within all of our communication devices, such as cell phones and computers.  Crystal stores information and is what computer chips are made of.  One minute chip can store tons of data, photographs, songs or whatever you store on you computer. That is just a tiny, tiny chip.  Imagine the information that could be stored in a large chunk of quartz crystal.  That is what Pancho is.  Stored information from an extremely advanced people from thousands of years ago.

He has surfaced at a time when Mother Earth has begun to shift.  The legend of the 13 Crystals Skulls says that when mankind is on the brink of destruction, the 13 skulls will appear and give humanity the information it needs to survive.

As I am sitting here, recalling my encounter with Pancho, the Ancient Crystal Skull, I am experiencing the same feeling in my chest cavity that I experienced last night.   I believe I met Pancho for a reason.  I am thankful that I was able to experience his energy and learn something new.

If you would like to learn more about Pancho, visit his website at

Is It All In Your Head?

Recently I have been hearing more and more paranormal researchers changing their positions about people experiencing cold chills in a haunted area.

They are dismissing the personal perception as a mind trick, saying the subject experiencing the cold chill must be mistaken because the air temperature around the person stays at a consistent level.

It is well documented that researchers and others have gotten physically ill and sick to their stomachs, leaving the building for fear of vomiting at reportedly haunted locations.

Could it be possible that what ever it is at the haunted site that causes people to double over with nausea, at a lesser level of intensity, could cause a person’s temperature to rise (or fall)?

I get cold chills when I have a fever or my temp is low.  Maybe it is not the atmospheric temperature that changes, but the researcher’s physical body temperature that does.

The personal experience can not be entered as a scientific documentation, but detailed changes in the physical body that can be  logged and substantiated is a step toward scientific documentation.

Maybe paranormal investigators should include a medical thermometer in their kit and monitor the team member’s temperatures as well as the room temperature at the location they are investigating.

Just a thought.