<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943</id><updated>2011-11-05T14:11:01.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Conversations</title><subtitle type='html'>This weblog documents my experience as someone who communicates with the dead. I will share as much as possible without revealing the person or people that commissioned me to speak with their loved one or loved ones.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-8844551436107412558</id><published>2011-08-27T14:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T14:54:00.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic Mongering 2012</title><content type='html'>I get a lot of emails asking if the world will end in 2012 or if the position of the planets is a harbinger of doom etc. I do subscribe to a measure of astrology and cultural prophesy, but what I do not do is share panic and fear with you. As part of my life's mission statement, I want to share with you my experiences without exaggeration or sensationalizing. I feel that is important to truthful reporting and honoring the intelligence in readers. I want to share things the way they are.. And if people are bored by that truly do not understand the rammifications of a confirmed afterlife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One does not have to butter people with panic and urgency and fear of death in order to show the supernatural.  The truth is much more unsettling yet hopeful, not OMGRunForCover!!! unsettling, but that unsettling that makes us rethink our place in the universe, the meaning of life, the place that came before time and space. How wonderful it is that we have this doorway into that place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you my insights into 2012 for today. Disasters come in grest frequency, especially since reporting has evolved with the glorious internet opening its web to amateur videos and reporting. Everyone is a reporter, should they choose that mantle. It is our duty to eachother and our future selves to report the truth, especially if popular reporting media fails to do so or fails to report certain things inside the truth's sphere.&lt;br /&gt;Disasters happen each year. This year Hurricane Irene will swirl and rage across the Eastern North America.. Had it been 2012, people would perhaps panic doubly so.. Armageddon, the Rapture, the Great Shifting. I will not pretend that humans are dumb, as I know we are clever, and I know we can be stupid - especially in a mob of people. Our herd mentality is different from our individual mentality. I don't presume you don't know all I am saying, as most likely this is old news and trite, but I need to write what I am thinking. What I am thinking and writing may be trite but perhaps the is a chance I will put it in a way it'll be useful, or someone out there will find useful.&lt;br /&gt;I also do not say that the whole 2012 thing is impossible. I talk to and witness the deceased.. I see energies around people.. I can see the future from the minds of the dead.. So I cannot in good conscience say it is impossible that something will indeed happen. Same way I cannot in same conscience say that we're Brains in a Vat (look it up if unfamiliar.. Very cool) or somesuch. &lt;br /&gt;So what can I say about the dreaded 2012?&lt;br /&gt;- Spirits are not worried for the living. Protective deceased are not taking any extra measures to my knowledge. No extra influencing. I am only one person, so I cannot speak for others true mediums' experiences/communicstions.&lt;br /&gt;- People panicking can create disasters.&lt;br /&gt;- Collective unconscious filled with panic is bound to spread more panic.&lt;br /&gt;- Mayans saw time as a cycle, not as a finite line. Such wisdom! Of course their calendars were based on more ancient calendars from the area, they evolved those ancient calendars to further refinement and philosophized on time and its measurement. Sure they had alleged belief in the creators having made the world in several test runs.. Something not to the creators' liking enough would end up on the Redo list. Earth becomes a ball of clay to be remade into something better.&lt;br /&gt;- Some Mayans would cut pieces of themselves off and use that as an offerring to the Gods. Once in a while, good things would happen, and thus the sacrifice was proven to work. One should factor in coincidence, such as those found in prophecies. I have often told clients to take everything I say with a grain of salt if it is vague as centuries of false soothsayers have relied upon coincidence (amongst many other things) to keep them in business. Vague prophesies, if made in great number, guarentee successful appearance of being a futureseer. Detailed and clear prophesies, with things so detailed the probability of coincidental success is near impossible, should be given more credence. When I give postal codes, telephone numbers, full strange names, addresses, etc - I know I am in the right zone for a good reading of clarity and accuracy. When my readings are vague, I give the money back unless I can get good detail. I keep trying and trying until I get the detail, even if it takes weeks or months, as vagueness is my nemesis in readings. I hate people who rely on cold readings to TRICK people... Truth will evolve us, not petty money-grubbers. If someone does cold readings and tells people that is what they are doing, for entertainment, that's okay.. But people who do it to trick and make a fortune.. Disgust me, anger me. The messages from the deceased are sacred. Prophesies are no different, prophecies which are genuinely faked for the purpose of creating mass hysteria and in turn make them money.. That is forcung humans to take steps back in spiritual evolution: giving a bad name to mediumship, clairvoyance, etc - the real deals that help people and help humans to see the afterlife as something to look forward to - not fear - and learning that staying alive as long as possible is a necessity to our spiritual growth. &lt;br /&gt;- Many of the sites speaking of the 2012 'prophecy' differ WILDLY from actual research into Mayan calendars and farseeing. They get key facts wrong at the beginning or during of their thought process, which can screw up the philosophy and prophecy into a twisted image of what it is.&lt;br /&gt;- Even masters of Mayan culture are still working on building upon what they know. Some theories and ideas must be proven still. These people have devoted their lives to the Maya.. And some NON-archeologist/NON-anthropologist bloggers think that they know more. Quite a disconnect.&lt;br /&gt;- Most seers will not touch ancient prophecy with a ten mile pole... The images and languages these people communicate with will be spotty at best, confusing most likely, and impossible to know for sure. Ancient spirits, I would say anything older than a few hundred years, have been so long away from being living and embodied that they are rather different in communication. Out of practice. It isn't often they find a medium, and even more rare they find one that understands them. The pure thought-transferral without words or language systems of any kind only work well if the medium is focused, relaxed, and in perfect mental state... From my experience., it is hard to keep cool headed when such a blast of information clocks you in the side of the head. Doable, but much is lost in the communication.. Too much to rely on for true accuracy. With practice and luck, you get a nice chunk of information meat to chew on.. The really tricky part is writing it down fast enough, legible enough, and enough to make sense and accurate translation of said knowledge. So much room for error! Scribbling is too mistake-breeding, speaking is too slow, and typing gives a chance of computer error.. Virus checker pops up, power out, saving error.. Etc.. A perfect storm of perfect conditions and the communication is safe and sound and accurate.. But then, will people believe you in the midst of hundreds of thousands of fake mediums?? And it might be boring stuff to the masses, like how they made corn sacrifices or clothing in the culture.. But fascinating to a the wrong group.. Scientists need irrefutable proof that said medium is real, and... Well.. This field, mediumship, is not one of irrefutable proof. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I'm pooped. Short summary: don't worry. Read up on Maya. Read up on various theories and write down differences. Perhaps the truth is in the differences. Perhaps the truth is in what is not said. Between the lines has always been a source of great knowledge and discovery. Happy and productive hunting, my fellow seekers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/27/3195.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/27/s_3195.jpg' border='0' width='221' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-8844551436107412558?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/8844551436107412558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/8844551436107412558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2011/08/panic-mongering-2012.html' title='Panic Mongering 2012'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-5974445006064649497</id><published>2011-07-12T17:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T17:12:06.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirts in Communicating and the Spiritual Immune System in Humans</title><content type='html'>This post is a two parter, and as such I will begin with the shortest part: emails! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy getting mails from you all very much! My illness and the volume of letters creates lag in my posting here. Although I have almost completed several articles, it has pained me to post less. On the subject of the Deceased there is so much to tell! I could post all my life and probably not have shared the surface of the Other Places. My beloved has shared an idea: to incorporate your questions and situations (albeit protective of identity) into the posts. I will ask any mailer, unless a difficult situation, if I can put your (identity protected) emails here to share with others whom share you queries and situations. When you mail, let me know if you are either for or against it and I will omit the question. Now, onto today's subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits Information Sharing and Spiritual Immune Systems&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes spirits will catch me right as I am about to wake up, in that calm alpha to theta state with little going on in my noggin or spirit, and enter my thoughts to "lay an egg" as some of them have put it. Quick, intense, and usually overwhelming information will be passed on and usually wake me up sweating and heart pounding.&lt;br /&gt;I believe humans have a spiritual immune system that resists the usual usage of the mind by outside spirits. That immune function is at its lowest during sleep and other calming times, such as night when things are slower and less stimuli flutter about us in droves. We are more defended when our brains are more focused and subconscious busier in getting all the little pieces of information our senses feed it and our thoughts impress. It is much easier to let spirits in when we allow ourselves to be empty in thought and relaxed of body. Our spirit seems fused with our bodies during the time our bodies have life. Spirits tend to cling to life like a child to a womb and then its mother, our deaths mean leaving the nest. During the time we are alive, perhaps our bodies want to protect us from the overstimulating and sometimes dangerous influence of spirits. We are great spiritual birds waiting to fly! But we must first learn to do so. &lt;br /&gt;Our cultures usually shun the spiritual and thus clip our wings until the moment we have to use to them. The spiritual immune system seems to help us from being overwhelmed, but culture makes us shy and shun our true beings thus making the immune system almost useless. So many of us shut our hearts and minds from seeing and hearing spirits, whether that is our intention or a subliminal cultural block or just being suggested too many times that: "Ghosts don't exist! Don't be stupid!" or "You will be hung, burned, or drowned for believing in such things!" or "Death is the end." it doesn't matter what made us close our eyes, we must open them as a whole. Imagine human advancement if we could instantly transfer all our knowledge to the living upon death! Imagine living without being terrified or depressed at the thought of oblivion! Imagine never having to say goodbye to loved ones at death... "Just, see you when you are metamorphosed!" As a species we would be better for it, and as individuals we would have so much less sufferring. No true death - no true loss. What would be war in such a world where the dead would see the folly and the living would have no sourness at death as a metamorphosis instead of a end? Religion would be transformed, relying less on arguments and more on pure worship of the Creating Force. Ah, what a beauty it would be.&lt;br /&gt;All mediums, unless they were born in a cultural vacuum and taught by a spiritual master and seer, are blocked by all these things and therefore we struggle in the unknown to use deduction and our experiences to for opinion and teach themselves to hone the Sight. We need to be open in order to form proper classes, schools, and guilds to better our spiritual side.&lt;br /&gt;So what if this life can go on without spirt sight? It is like blindfolding a seeing society because people can survive blind. Yeah, sure we can, but so much is literally hidden.. So many wonders. You can't properly feel a painting with your hands, the Northern Lights, panoramas of our beautiful world, and the look on our children's faces when love and happiness collide. Our spiritual blindness is making us suffer and wither. How may generations will it take before our "eyes" are deemed useless by evolution and culture? Although I don't think it will ever happen to have no more seers, as there is a great  underground mass of us sharing and reading and trying. And speaking of blindness, the blind could have a new sense to experience the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The information sharing that spirits can do is quite bracing and nerve wracking. It happens once in a while, despite my pleas for spirits to warn me before they do so, and happened this morning. You see, I am in the market for a house with my Beloved and tend to be more whimsical and dreamy than practical and down to earth. Perhaps comes with the territory of being so steeped in spiritual practice and dreaming exercises! The spirit entered me during sleep and as I woke I saw a bright flash of light then a small flat mist waving like water gently disrubed, milky yet smokey, preceeded by a ball of light that truly seemed related to a soap bubble and crystal ball. All was a subdued red/puple colour. My mind and heart raced and thoughts filled my mind in hard pragmatism I never think without an alien influence. Several very specific thoughts. It shed my vision of the perfect house and left me feel used and empty.. But also thankful for the reality check. It seemed pleased by this, I think it was male and my Anglo Grandfather, but he always appears differently to me. Rarely too! I won't go into the specifics as it will not be that interesting, suffice it to say that it was extremely intelligent and insightful. My grandfather was a property developer and a very intelligent man, he rarely comes to me as he is quite an explorer as a spirit. &lt;br /&gt;Before this example I have had hundreds of these quick and intense information exchanges. Some speak paragraphs in a single split second - a man walking behind me, the spirit communicates, is a bad man with priors for rape and aggrevated assault. The spirit showed me the incidents in such a short time and I high-tailed it outta there to a public place. Another time a spirit communicated a way out of being swarmed by a local gang - told me JUST what to say to diffuse the anger my friend had instilled when all I wanted to do was run. The spirit quickly showed me several outcomes and the plans before them and then suggested how to fix the situation. No beating nor anything stolen. Another less dramatic series was when I was in school taking exams. Bam! All the answers. Thank goodness for that, as fatigue and pain from my disease would have made my exam blank without the help of my beloved spirits.&lt;br /&gt;Of course with every good, there is usually a bad. Some spirits use this communication to depress you to your darkest mental alleyways and junk yards. Most spirits upon meeting me will force how they died upon me, or the crimes they regret or extoll. But usually the communiqués are useful to the point of necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will write more later. Thank you for reading and meditate daily if possible. No better way to open to spiritual energies than mastering your mind and how open or closed it happens to be, and of course relaxing in a strange world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-5974445006064649497?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/5974445006064649497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/5974445006064649497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2011/07/spirts-in-communicating-and-spiritual.html' title='Spirts in Communicating and the Spiritual Immune System in Humans'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-1252052621068879427</id><published>2011-02-05T14:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T14:44:36.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision of Hope</title><content type='html'>I usually ask each spirits several questions upon meeting.&lt;br /&gt;- Have you seen or seen evidence of what God is like in any way? I believe in God but specifics, details would be interesting!&lt;br /&gt;- Is there anything you need to get widespread coverage or at least googleable coverage?&lt;br /&gt;- Do you have a message for a particular person?&lt;br /&gt;- Will there ever be a cure for fibromyalgia (a bit of a selfish question)?&lt;br /&gt;- Have you ever seen angels or devils or death personified? This question is mainly for FAQ as spirits will have more opportunity to see these things.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways there are more but usually tailored to the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I got my first positive answer for my selfish question .. A cure for my disease. Usually they would sadly shake their "head" and switch topics in order to distract me from my disappointment. You cannot hide emotions from spirits, as they live in the world your soul does.. The root of most of your emotions.. Along with physical roots of course.&lt;br /&gt;The spirit communicated: 'a cure for fibromylagia will be here ten years from now. February 2021* I smiled from ear to ear and now feel that a life sentence of pain and crazy multiple symptoms has been commuted to ten years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to share it. My disease gets harder and harder for some reason, escalating symptoms constantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, spirits do lie but I have a good feeling about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I paraphrase because spirits don't always, don't usually use words. Images and direct transfer instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-1252052621068879427?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/1252052621068879427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/1252052621068879427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2011/02/vision-of-hope.html' title='Vision of Hope'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-1731322031489121407</id><published>2010-10-12T15:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T15:25:54.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Left or Right: Spirits Choosing Sides</title><content type='html'>Right or Left: Ghosts Preferring Sides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One interesting question I got this month was whether spirits like to come into our left or right side to communicate. I thought this was unique and indeed worth a talk.&lt;br /&gt;Spirits, like people, have their quirks.. Their eccentricities.  With these idiosyncrasies, they develop strange behaviors. However this phenomena is not just about their preferences, sometimes it is about how the brain perceives the spirits themselves. So a straight answer to that question would be that some spirits do prefer a side of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're sitting watching tv, usually at night, (Not because the energy is all that different, but because there are usually less distractions for our brains, especially visually) and you start seeing something moving to your right. Maybe it's a flutter or a distinct shape walking, or a face that watches you. Maybe all three or something different. Every night this repeats and the same side sees the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that side? You must think about it. Here are some steps to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;1. Try sitting in a different place, facing the opposite direction. If you don't see it anymore, try this experiment on both sides for a week. Take notes. &lt;br /&gt;2. Try closing the side's eye and see if the spirit switches. &lt;br /&gt;3. Try taking a photo. It is rare to get a shot of a peripheral.. But ALWAYS take photos of spirits when you see one. Unless you are someone that sees them all the time, then you need to take photos when you see a very apparent or active spirit.&lt;br /&gt;4. During regular interactions with the living, try to notice if you prefer them on your right or left. The spirit may be trying to pay you respect, after carefully observing you, and the choice is move of an honor. When a spirit chooses to honor you, please say thank you out loud, or bow your head, or smile at least. ( fyi I prefer the right for communication with spirits)&lt;br /&gt;5. If one eye is stronger than the other, the spirit may just want you to see it clearly. This could be another honor.&lt;br /&gt;6. Draw a picture of your house, doesn't have to be complex. Use a ruler to see if the house leans over one side or the other. If it leans to the same side as the spirit keeps manifesting, well you need to consider that it is only a perception and not really how the spirit looks. Usually it isn't just your eyes that see the spirit, but all of your other senses.&lt;br /&gt;7. If you turn your head, does it follow along? This may be a sign that the spirit is intimately communicating with you through your mind.. Or, on a more medical note, that you need to get your eyes checked in case of retinal detachment or glaucoma. Very very very serious and important and I do not say this in levity. See your doctor right away if you also tend to see flashes of light or lightening and strange shades in your peripheral vision. This could still be spiritual activities, but better safe than blind.&lt;br /&gt;8. Does the spirit tend to hang on that side everywhere you go?&lt;br /&gt;9. Is the spirit hanging about an object or space it is connected to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes spirits appear on one side rather than another as a message. They might not be able to easily communicate and these basic gestures is all that spirit has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this was at least a bit helpful. Remember, if you have a question, feel free to ask at aroolu-blogger at yahoo dot ca, or any of the addresses I have posted on this site. They all start with aroolu (aroolu-deadconversations at yahoo dot ca) as they are address guarded in case of threats, both serious and tedious. If you want to talk about this article, a problem you have, or have a question, request, I welcome your letters and enjoy getting them. My constant and disabling pain restricts when I can answer, but be sure I read them. Also feel free to resend your letter in case I didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love, and don't forget to keep your eyes and mind open to our obscure neighbors.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-1731322031489121407?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/1731322031489121407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/1731322031489121407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2010/10/left-or-right-spirits-choosing-sides.html' title='Left or Right: Spirits Choosing Sides'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-5063123868655969032</id><published>2010-10-04T16:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:28:06.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide and the Afterlife Part 1</title><content type='html'>Suicide and the Afterlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain required to go through with the act of suicide is massive and has immense gravity on the spirit world. Ripples of sadness crash against the Other Place like a tidal waves of sickness. It is a hot button topic here and in the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this, I have countless spirits interested and "over my shoulder" both literally and figuratively. This is the most requested topic of the last two years for sure and perhaps since I began. When I worked at the Cafe Margit in Orleans, it would occur at least once a month that I would meet someone contemplating suicide, or someone whom had a family member deceased by their own hand. The answers have always been special for each one, their different circumstances, but the message over all is fairly consistent: it is a sad thing that makes most spirits sad and reverent of the pain the person had to go through. Disgust is rare, as are hate, anger, judgement and snubbing. It is not done to add further pain to the soul, as suicide generally is seen as circumstantial outcome of a nightmare situation. In the few cases of vain suicide they have heard of, such as a revenge suicide to hurt someone, then indeed those negatives are usually seen quite differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please tell them we don't go to Hell" one spirit says. The worst part of this spirit's suicide was the suffering his family, especially his Mother Jude (Judith, Jude, Judy, June.. Hard to clarify). His name was Patrick. He had auburn hair in his beard and greenish yellow hazel eyes with three flecks between them; his hair had a widow's peak, and sideburns that were usually uneven. He sits at then table with his mother and tries so hard to communicate. The sun once touched his mother on the shoulder while music played a song of his infancy, he wants her to know that was him. He touches her hands and sees her crying, and rarely leaves her side now. The only time to see other family or when he looks for a medium. He points to his throat, then his stomach. To his mother I say, he is okay, and will be perfect soon. He speaks of what happened after he committed suicide in images, words, and emotions that I will try my best to paraphrase.&lt;br /&gt;'i was suddenly in the dark, I knew somehow I wasn't alone, but couldn't see anyone. Above me was what I thought was the moon or dim sun, but as I waited, it grew and grew from a dime to a nickel. I could see a tree branch, so I thought somehow I was in a well or sewer and I had not died. I had dreamed it. I was happy for a while but then I realized I must be dead. I don't know how I figured it out. I don't know how long I was in there. I could hear a woman and a young boy singing and talking about or to me. I smiled at them but couldn't make out what they looked like, too far from me. I thought about my life much and moved around the darkness searching for the Other with me. It was like it was watching me, that feeling. I could hear breathing sounds and I was scared. I felt no hunger or tiredness or thirst. I knew I could get out, but not how. My memory is strange with that place, wrong somehow. Time might have stopped. The place below was big, but wherever I walked or crawled or whatever the light above followed. The young boy was rooting for me to come up but there was no ladder or rope. I remember realizing I had forgotten why I killed myself, just remembering bits of it. Without the complaints of the body now, I was happy. My brain was gone! My spirit was free. The more I realized this, the bigger the light got. What was down there with me, I still don't know. Neither do my kindred spirits who have seen the same thing. We talk together now, helping each other grieve for our life and celebrate our freedom.. We also help each other help our families on Earth. I have love and no pain. They all treat me well, even if some spirits that meet me take time to understand what and why I did. I am sometimes called the suicide by the less compassionate, but they are usually frowned at. I don't pay attention to them because of the overwhelming goodness of this place. When I got out of that hole, I was interested at looking down in the hole. It was so dark and mysterious. I could still hear the breathing. If you find out or if I find out, we will talk again.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love goes out to Pat and his family, and I thanked and thank him again for taking time to show me all that amazing imagery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Sophia Algar. She was shy at first but wanted to persist in communication if I would pass on her message to her children (and grandchildren). "suicide runs in the family, don't be silly, go to the doctor for help." She is't newly dead, as her image is very "high definition" for lack of a better phrase.&lt;br /&gt;Here is her story, paraphrased from her images and words.&lt;br /&gt;'I chose poison because I thought it would be fast and easy and painless but it wasn't. I wasn't educated in chemicals, it wasn't common. My brother M(Mi sound) was the most educated. I stayed in the room for a while, looking at myself dead on the bed. I was like hovering in the room. I watched as lots of people came and took a look at me, I heard them say I was still breathing but that body wasn't me anymore. It was like a stranger. (I want you to know Sophia has a strong latin language accent, even as a spirit, this is not rare to have an accent, I will talk about that later.) Like it was a doll or clothing stuffed with a fake person. My family had already cried all their tears months before I did this. They knew it was coming, but the girls, my girls, cried for a long time after the funeral. Later I saw Mam crying so hard, I tried to comfort her but I wasn't able too. I stayed on Earth for twenty years, but I knew I had to go away at some time. I knew I could come back to Earth anytime. There was a lot my spirit knew once I was dead. Like memories that were blocked, a dream I couldn't remember that suddenly came all back. I punished myself by staying by the side of my family, sometimes in many places at once, listening to their thoughts. I cried, not like we do alive, but a different cry. It's almost worse when you are dead to cry. Every part of you cries and feels emotional pain. I also have much deeper emotions now. I wonder if that is a punishment. After a but over twenty years, which I counted by birthdays of my family.. I love birthdays.. I saw a big light, bright and beautiful and a woman that looked like Santa Maria looked at me from all around the house, following me when I hid from her. I was sure I was going to be punished, but she was crying with me, and held me to her, she was warm! She was a spirit but felt as real to me as a hug from my child when I was alive. Her hair was to her shoulders and brown but shimmered like small pieces of gold. She held me and told me it was ok, that she was glad I finally let her in. She never told me her name but my faith told me who she was, my intuition. Her eyes were a gentle blue. The world became lighter and lighter as she filled it with light and then she was gone and my grandmama was there, my grandpapa, my aunts, my uncles, my cats and the animals from aunt's farm I loved&lt;br /&gt; I cried but happy, so happy! The world was beautiful, a farmland and forest, small cities and towns, bricks and plaster houses.. Some that I had lived in. It was like a dream but very real. It was sunny, gold and warm feeling. My grandmama told me I had punished myself to stay alone. Alinne was there too and she said she watched me with my dead family and always tried to talk to me.. But I could not see them. I go back to Earth every day of Earth time and have new friends, old friends, family, and pets to keep me company and help my family. I regret killing myself, because I would have had more time with my body to travel and do things as human. I would have died and gone faster to the place with my grandmama. I would have less guilt.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked Sophia about her religion and it's role I her experience.. 'I was taught that suicides go to Hell, but I don't think it made my experience better if I wasn't told that. I would have been angry still.' I also asked her about the mysterious woman.. 'it could be an angel or Santa Maria but I don't think she was like us any way. There was something different.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard before about people seeing religious figures in the afterlife, but it is usually colored by their religion. I am not saying that this phenomenon is fake by any means.. It is actually very exciting! But I do not posit an explanation for them, nor philosophy, as I think it is a personal journey (religion) and something that we all must figure out ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part two will come when I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-5063123868655969032?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/5063123868655969032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/5063123868655969032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2010/10/suicide-and-afterlife-part-1.html' title='Suicide and the Afterlife Part 1'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-5200940580095988180</id><published>2010-09-10T19:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:52:06.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Effects of Spiritual Proximity on the Body</title><content type='html'>Speaking to spirits brings more intimacy to the equation of spiritual closeness, but just being around them has its side effects on the body. These effects can be positive or negative, long lasting or brief, clear or obscure.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if my ability to communicate with spirits directly caused my illness, freakishly severe fibromyalgia, or if it keeps me alive by giving me hope that this pain will end when the time is right - and that this pain has meaning enough to sustain my bravery to face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people with illness would benefit from seeing the Other Place, that Summery Place that holds so much! So beautiful. Next I will talk about suicide - a widely asked-for topic, but now - what happens if you are around spirits a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, there are many considerations. These are my observations and observations from trusted sources. Different people react differently to each event and spirit.  Most importantly of course, as aforementioned, it depends on the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to divide this article into three topics - Good, Bad, and Special. Let's get cookin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Good" Spirits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are spirits that do not want to hurt you, and would do everything they can to help or prevent harm. They would not dream of hurting you, the thought may cross their 'minds' if you anger them, but they will have infinite patience in the face of such feelings.&lt;br /&gt;These spirits can do a few things on purpose:&lt;br /&gt;1. Heal you. It's not healing in the sense of a doctor healing a broken bone, stitching a wound, but in severe pain I've felt the large paw like hand of my grandfather on my back and the pain vanished until he had to tend to other things.. or perhaps he was drained. He doesn't like to talk about it. Yep, he's a spirit. Anyways, my ancestors and the friends I've made with spirits along the way (through readings, or happenstance meetings, even home cleansings, etc) can sometimes do this. It does, to my senses, feel like they are drained after. I can see them less clearly, sense their spirits less, and they tend to go away for a while. I really hope they don't experience the pain for themselves. This happens a lot, but since I am in moderate to severe pain every minute of my life - there are plenty of opportunities. I understand, however, that suffering is key to my personal spiritual development, this particular suffering, and so they cannot do it always. If you are suffering, remember that there is ALWAYS a reason. You are not suffering without benefit. It'll drive you nuts and fill you with hate and hopelessness sometimes - but when you see the Other Place.. you will see the worth. The healing can sometimes apply to very miraculous cases, such a pause in cancer spreading or even a slight remission. I have never known a full remission case personally, but I have heard of it. Rare stuff. Lowering blood pressure I've seen first hand many times. I sense them going into the blood and heart - but I am not sure what they do exactly or how they do it. Some people speculate but I find that hides the truth's face when you see it for real. Keeping the mind open helps you spot the Waldo of truth faster. Other healings I've seen but maybe one day I'll get into that detail - not today, I want to get into the other side effects. Summary tho - they can heal in amazing and confusing ways - and usually they go away after - fade. But they come back, don't worry - they're not destroying their spirits over this. Thank them and keep them in your thoughts - they don't HAVE to do it. They wanted to - or were told to. Scary stuff for the latter hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Calm you. Spirits can sometimes instill a peace and euphoria onto us. I find this is very true of those humans that become angelic in the Other Place - they take on the mantle of divine helper (I don't know enough about that yet, but I ask about it a lot - I will write what I know about soon as I am getting a more fibro-friendly interface soon!) and make their afterlife a sort of social-worker based path. Wonderful things. When this happens, make sure to thank them, as you should with any helpful event. Usually this drains or makes them go away less than the healing aspect I spoke of. Summary - they tame the heart and mind to bring you to a place where you can think more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Direct you. Spirits have a really interesting way of manipulating situations so you see what can help you in whatever you are doing or wherever you are headed.&lt;br /&gt;They'll get a song in your head with a keyword that reminds you to turn off the oven or lock the door on a day that a disaster would have otherwise taken place.  Not always a song, sometimes just a word. If you ever get a word stuck in your head - can't get it out - probably it holds some significance. Pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;They'll turn your attention by manifesting briefly enough to do so without freaking you out - to a place, person, or thing - perhaps a car that's going to run you over or a bus you're about to miss or a girl you've been meaning to ask out on a date.&lt;br /&gt;They can direct you in the way artists of all kinds are inspired - they can be Muses. This is a very auspicious ability and spirits often dedicate copious amounts of time and effort to help the artist achieve their full potential - or sometimes the spirit wants to write a poem and publish it online.. lol... then it'll put the words in your head somehow - and get you to publish it online! Some spirits can do this very easily, others are obviously exerting a lot of concentration and perhaps energy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;They can direct you in your scholastic path if you feel lost and unable to decide. They can help you in many decisions.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing to laugh at is when spirits play with electronics to get a message through. This direction can be very annoying, but usually it is well-intentioned and should be quickly interpreted and either obeyed - or at least considered. Don't piss off the spirits trying to help you, they will help you for your entire life if you let them. I've had my grandfather drain the battery in my Wii Remote when my hands are starting to hurt from playing (usually after only 10 minutes this happens, so I get frustrated and try to play thru.. bad idea as it'll just make things more difficult) and give me the stink eye. "Stop" doesn't need to be said, it can easily be inferred. Even if you can't see them, you can certainly see their messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good spirits can even give you bad side effects. This is important to remember. I have had spirits drain my energy to the point of spontaneous sleep (I've been tested for Narcolepsy, yes, and I don't have it) or to the point of painful fatigue that goes beyond the need for sleep. I have observed people go from chipper and bubbly to downright exhausted in the space of 10 minutes because of a nearby spirit. They usually don't mean it, but there are some spirits that just do this and have no control over it.&lt;strong&gt; If you find you are getting tired when you feel someone is watching you or someone is in the room with you but no living humans are with you - leave the room and ask the spirit to leave you be - at least for a while. Ask them to ask another spirit to do deeds for them in their place. You don't need to be able to communicate/see spirits to talk to them. They hear what you say most of the time. Repeat it a few times in the languages you know, and visualize it in your mind like a series of images. This is very important.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other bad side effects that Good spirits don't mean:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Headache, muscle tension, the need to go to the bathroom very urgently (strange, I know), and sometimes but very rarely - constipation. The latter two are products of the fear response. Sometimes the body is scared of spirits without the mind knowing. The body knows the deep secrets of the universe a lot better than our brainwashed/trained minds. Kids are great at seeing spirits because they have not yet been fully indoctrinated into our extremely narrow-minded cultures. Some cultures don't have this, of course.  But we need to open our minds and allow the spirit world to help us. Then the fear response symptoms would be all but gone.. except when you get the really terrifying spirits.&lt;br /&gt;-A "used up" feeling.. kind of like a mild hangover&lt;br /&gt;-A paranoid mind for a couple of days (your body is telling your brain - hey someone's watching you.. but your mind is unable to see it.. so paranoia manifests instead.&lt;br /&gt;-Dry mouth and dry eyes. This is strange, I don't know how or why, but I have experienced this myself, and have talked to a lot of people whom experience or have experienced them. One stated a theory that the spirits change the electrolyte balance in your body - but I need to research more in order to subscribe to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bad" Spirits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The negative effects are the same as the negatives of "good" spirits, however there are added negatives.&lt;br /&gt;- Unexplained anger, rage&lt;br /&gt;- Strange thoughts of hurting others in a person that is not violent&lt;br /&gt;- Images of torture, gory fights, murder, rape, and other horrible violence&lt;br /&gt;- Dreams of violence / nightmares / night terrors&lt;br /&gt;- A burst of intense hyperactive energy that feels like a burning in the blood&lt;br /&gt;- High blood pressure for sustained amounts of time in people that haven't got BP problems.&lt;br /&gt;- Extreme body temperature change (very hot, very cold - although good spirits can do this - it is usually much more tame)&lt;br /&gt;- Hallucinations of things you fear (snakes, spiders, mice, bats etc)&lt;br /&gt;- The need for isolation - people make you mad for no reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these things don't mean you're being haunted by an evil spirit. Sometimes it's a medical problem and you really need to see a doctor. Don't be silly and get an exorcist because you feel hot all the time or want to kill your neighbor! Your body will tell you when it's a spirit usually, but it's also important to contact a medium or even a friend who can stay at your place and tell you what they feel. If this goes on and on without explanation.. you will need help.  You need to ask the spirit to leave, albeit with respect, and try your best to ignore what it does. This will usually cause the spirit to get bored of you and leave. &lt;em&gt;Bullies in life are usually bullies in death.&lt;/em&gt; Now if it's serious issues like my patron who had his leg broken - the GTFU rule applies. Get the F%#$ Out. Move, get rid of objects you got around the time the haunting began. And mail me if you wish, tell me what's going on and I can advise you. I post my email here often but I need to hide it so spams don't mail me.. and hopefully it filters too.&lt;br /&gt; aroolu-deadconversations &lt;br /&gt; at  yahoo d0t ca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Cases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you read the first parts I wrote now, and check the post a bit later for the special cases - it'll appear here instead of these words. I've just been so sick lately and ppl have been writing to me asking if I'm alive. Yup :) Thanks for your concern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-5200940580095988180?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/5200940580095988180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/5200940580095988180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2010/09/effects-of-spiritual-proximity-on-body.html' title='The Effects of Spiritual Proximity on the Body'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-4566848465063748985</id><published>2010-05-04T17:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:07:39.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Entertainment: Theaters, Movie Theaters, Concerts and More...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why do I see so many spirits at movie theaters?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has always been an interest of mine - a question I've asked since I was young.&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simply that the dead too love entertainment. This article is all about that particular question and answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall several movies I went to as a child being filled with people floating above the seats - people with missing parts, people made out of clouds or fog. They'd hover about four feet above the seats in perfect alignment to the center of the screen. Rapt with some films, disgusted by others, they would often share with one another their thoughts. Some didn't seem to see other spirits - or perhaps they just ignored each other. I was amused that no one else seemed to pay them much attention - just once in a while shuddering or scratching where the spirits touched as they moved.&lt;br /&gt;Once I asked a friend if she saw those spirits, and she was so disturbed - but I got a fair bit of excitement from that. I always used to be excited by peoples' anxiety or amazement about what I saw and felt as though I was a peeping tom of spirits! Kindergarten to grade 2 I always loved to share these kinds of things till peoples' attitudes started shifting. That's another article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits don't have TV guides or Blockbuster Video Cards, or CD players at their disposal. Although they can be entertained by other spirits in marvellous arts - sometimes the entertainment of the living is appealing. Like how some people like to watch black and white movies or watch the latest blockbuster to talk with others about current living affairs. They talk amongst themselves in groups or pairs and discuss the state of living affairs - the state and course of art and entertainment.. etc. It's a big thing. You'll probably do it when you die too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the allure of movie theaters and concerts? The schedules are out there for all to see, if you know where to look. You don't need to have guides or newspapers to be open on the right page. You just need to stand in front of the signs that show who's playing what - and you have yourself a "Date night" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the big deal? Why is this important? Well most spirits are cool - you know, they don't cause trouble, they can actually be helpful. Most good spirits are guardians and help to guard family members (even very distant descendants) - or guard people they just enjoy or pity - or guard animals or plants.. there's no limit to what some spirits will protect. Sometimes they keep a history of the thing they protect - thus passing it on to future spirits for posterity. Again, another article.&lt;br /&gt;Some spirits, however, are either mischief makers or worse - what I think should be called Criminal Spirits. Yes, they exist. (The last six months of my life were plagued by a bunch of those due to a reading for a person with a very important destiny - I am working on an article about that as well.) Entertainment for mischief makers and criminal spirits helps to distract them, to keep them busy, and to inspire some of them to turn away from their cruel ways. Of course, just as the living are prone to be inspired to begin or continue or worsen their cruel ways - as are spirits. However usually the distraction is enough to keep them from annoying or tormenting the living (or the dead) for a while.&lt;br /&gt;There is some depression in spirits as well - however very rare - that is helped by taking part in these entertainments. It makes them feel human again, especially for those who are sad about being dead - for those who can't let go of the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits melt into the form of entertainment - be it a beloved team's baseball game, watching Avatar in 3D (through the eyes of the viewer.. better if they are psychic in some moderate way), taking in the exhilarated energy of a crowd at a Sarah Brightman Opera, gazing at Swan Lake with love, or catching a rare MC Escher exhibit at a museum. So many of our creations and performances enrich the afterlife - it's important to continue to give our best to our honored ancestors. Many cultures have known this for quite some time - and create dances, sacred rituals, arts, honored feasts, and much more. We'll be dead some day, all of us, and we'll want our living to help lighten whatever load we have to bear in the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Although, as a post script, most spirits don't really have a load/burden.. but they sure do like to be entertained!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-4566848465063748985?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/4566848465063748985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/4566848465063748985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2010/05/importance-of-entertainment-theaters.html' title='The Importance of Entertainment: Theaters, Movie Theaters, Concerts and More...'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-2390199674040765571</id><published>2010-02-03T18:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:54:13.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dead's Frequency: Part 1</title><content type='html'>Hello friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've written, mostly due to the regular, but also due to a spirit that has been plaguing me with loops of its death for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what part of our brains is receptive to spiritual frequencies. I use the frequency term losely as no one I know of is sure of what makes us able to see and hear and otherwise experience spirits. Animals, children, people with certain mental 'disorders' - and of course mediums, psychics, whatever you want to call them.. all are able to sense spirits more aptly than others. Is it something to do with the brain, glands, something physical? Or is it something more obfuscated by our current stage of species development? I mean, metaphysics - but I tend to feel off about certain words with bad connotations. Although it is easier for the purpose of blogs and conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that certain animals are more acutely aware of spirits than others. Of course I don't have access to all animals on the planet - although that would be wonderful, I love animals. In my limited experience, I have seen animals that are more receptive.. perhaps some animals just don't care about spirits, and therefore although appearing ignorant of the existence of the dead - they can still see/sense them as plainly as the nose, beak, or whatever on their faces. So here's a list of what I have observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cats - Housecats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats can see, hear, smell, and sometimes even seem to touch spirits. This is consistent through all the cats I have been in contact with. Some cats freak out when spirits come to close, or try their little games with the cats. By games I mean classical haunting behavior, tantrums of the dead, or just trying to be mean. Spirits tend to dislike being around cats for very long. It seems to be a universal reaction. They are repulsed, but not in a disgusted way - in an uncomfortable and irritated way with a touch of worry. I've asked many times what it is about cats, but usually get the spiritual equivalent of a shrug from the spirits. "They give me the creeps" once from the spirit of a young man from Calgary - that was the most memorable answer, as he did a full body sort of shiver. Another spirit once told me it was hard to concentrate (and thereby manifest in various ways) around them. They don't know the WHY but they know how it makes them feel. There seems to be a slight exception, and that is Cat People. I don't mean mutant people that are part cat!! hehe I mean people who love cats and live with cats, and not necessarily crazy cat fanatics - although I can understand extreme cat love. They seem to adapt to the confusing/creepy/weird feelings that cats seem to create. It takes time, so if you're a cat person, please don't panic when you die and find that your pretty calico makes you feel the willies to the point of pure aversion. Take the time and get used to it, all will go well. I have told many newly-dead people the same and it works out over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I believe there is a strong possibility that cats have evolved through selective breeding (most likely unconsciously on the part of humans) to be guardians. I hate to be trite but the Egyptians revered them for many wonderful qualities - one being a guardian from evil spirits. Sadly, it probably kept away good dead people too, unless they had the tenacity to get used to the feline friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I believe all humans can sense spirits. I have seen it sitting in a theater, spirits passing over and people shuddering or scratching the part of the body that the spirit had passed over split seconds before. But that's another article! Animals don't have the same taboos about spirits, therefore they don't dampen the growth of whatever aspect of their being detects the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our best friends' history is not as famous for guarding against evil spirits - so much as guarding the living. However, they react to spirits almost as often as cats. I have observed them staring at spirits that I can barely sense - whether or not they sense the spirits better than me, or they are trying to 'squint' like me to get a better view. (I am by no means a super medium, however, I am not the best in the world, but my experience is the only one I can 100% relate in truth and accuracy.) They don't seem to give spirits the heebie-jeebies, but sometimes the spirits spook them instead. Barking is often a response to a spirit expressing themselves in some way - perhaps a warning bark or perhaps communication. I don't speak dog ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(More to come here, I just wanted you to know I'm alive!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-2390199674040765571?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/2390199674040765571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/2390199674040765571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2010/02/deads-frequency-part-1.html' title='The Dead&apos;s Frequency: Part 1'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-3553955408866061216</id><published>2009-10-08T22:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:02:53.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Energy</title><content type='html'>I've posted about Samhain before on this blog (Click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samhain"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; to go to Wikipedia's Samhain entry, and &lt;a href="http://dedcon.blogspot.com/search?q=samhain"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; for the past entry on my blog about it) but I haven't fully broached the subject of Autumn Energy. Btw, I love Wikipedia. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akashic_records"&gt;Akashic&lt;/a&gt; almost hmm? If someone was a full psychic, which would be torturous as they'd hear every thought from every spirit ever - they would be a wikipedia.. except more painfully and they'd probably go insane. I must stop my circuitousness! Naw, what would I be without the occasional segue?&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Autumn Energy to a medium, psychic, etc - is a wonderful thing to behold. So long as you can restrain it enough to keep focus. I haven't found articles online about it yet, but I hope to share this with you as best I can.&lt;br /&gt;Autumn is my most favorite time, as the air - the earth - the plants - the animals all give off this wondrous energy. It's ebullient, it's scintillating to the nerves, it's positively thrilling. Everything is on fire in a way, except this fire can't hurt you - it just warms your soul like a roller coaster ride. I often feel it is a bright energetic pink - akin to a fuscia or a magenta light. It makes everything so much more interesting, beautiful; and it also brings out the excitement in spirits. Even after all the pretty Autumn leaves have turned to mulch, it's still there to brighten things up. &lt;br /&gt;So what is it? What is this energy, this light, this feeling? Why do ghosts love it so? Even people without awakened psychic ability seem to notice when they run into this energy. Speaking of which, I want to make it clear that I think everyone has the ability to be a psychic/medium. I wish I had more energy and time, and of course less sickness so that I could help more people open up. I have a list of interested people that I will get back to once I am better. Today I really needed to post, and hopefully answer emails - despite my poor health. The operation made me temporarily better, but for some reason I'm in a new flare up. Maybe a cold or flu that won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;Spirits have described this phenomenon in different ways to me, so let me put down the "interviews" I have luckily managed to get. A great thank you to all those involved, and the people who "lent" me their deceased family members to ask these questions to - lovely people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lucky - a spirit who died in 1986 - male, fought in the Korean War very briefly (although they wanted me to mention it in case a friend read it) with Captain Lou and his best friend from Colorado "Mitchell" with the blue eyes. Lucky has a very speedy and chaotic way of communicating, so I hope I can relate his messages adeptly.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky (Ramon or Ramone or Ramen) - describes this energy as tiny butterfly like clusters made of even smaller "needles" of "electricity" riding on the pathways known as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ley_line"&gt;Ley lines&lt;/a&gt;. This co-mingling of energies creates a psychic or spiritual Aurora. He only says, when I ask about these clusters' origin, "they came from the horizon." All living things - including plants, animals, mold, etc react to it through their own personal magnetic or energetic fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it comes from weather changes or solar position changes etc; I have no expertise in such areas, and I really don't want to say "I know" when there is no way someone could unless they were privy to all the universal information out there.. re: torturous open psychics. I hope no one is that open, but if someone is - please contact me, I have questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Marice (or Merris or Marisse) Gangham (or Gingham, Gengham) - a deceased person from Sault St. Marie in the 60's - more detail: wore a bow in her hair, red and sometimes blue - real ribbon. Brown eyes. Doe eyes. Pretty and a fun person. She sends out a message to her Mother or Brother - whomever taught her how to "fish" or "fush" - and as a "other" in the name. I put two f-words in "" as she made the little quotation marks in her communication. She says "the Light is always on" and sends a burst of absolutely power love and happiness to all her family. "Be they old or new, I watch them all."&lt;br /&gt;When asked about the energy, Marice says she has two theories. One is that the energy is newborn souls, orbiting the planet in the Universal Life Force. Her second theory is that they are a mother energy. I am not sure what that means. She also thinks it could be a trick of the "light", but there is too much of an effect. Many things in nature are greatly effected by the tricks of light, she communicates - so perhaps there is nothing more to it than a trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Sultan Mike Landry  (or Laundy, something similar) - I have no idea what the sultan part of that name means but it doesn't mean what the title usually means. He has no message for anyone, and that in itself, I think -  is a message to someone.&lt;br /&gt;He says that the energy is two colliding forces, much like Lucky explained - but without the ley lines and other details. He says these colliding forces take place in Autumn for the same reason each year and that it wakes up spirits like the warm sun on a cat does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thank you to these spirits and I hope the messages get across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my skeptical readers... there is of course one thing that courses through all of those whom go through Autumn on a regular basis. Equatorial people might not, but those who experience long Winters definitely feel: the urge to prepare for the lean months. It's in us. perhaps in our &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genetic_memory"&gt;genetic memory&lt;/a&gt;. Our primary directive is the survival of the species. Even before our own survival, as seen when a mother protects her young through pain or death. I like to include this as I am fully open to the idea that anything can be true. Our existence is so subjective to our perception and in that - mental state, spiritual state, and religious beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophical light reading...&lt;br /&gt;If you want a read mind melt, I suggest you read the philosophical concept "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brain_in_a_vat"&gt;Brain in a Vat &lt;/a&gt;"if you haven't already. It posits a very similar argument to the Matrix. Also a great offshoot of this is the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allegory_of_the_Cave"&gt;Parable of the Cave&lt;/a&gt;. Get yourself a good massive book on philosophy if you find these interesting. I have a couple that will really get yourself questioning, and opening your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, such concepts can really mess with our perceptions and our existential mental stability - so try to come back to your reality often. I once had an existential breakdown in high school when I thought myself into a corner. So to speak. I try not to think too deeply about our being here, and try to focus on my experience - my reality - and live here. It's the only Here I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your Here is a good one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-3553955408866061216?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/3553955408866061216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/3553955408866061216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2009/10/autumn-energy.html' title='Autumn Energy'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-8504223081736474448</id><published>2009-05-14T00:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:25:33.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FAQ: What do Ghosts Look Like?</title><content type='html'>Hello friends :) I want to first thank you for all your emails and well wishing - and of course the wonderful offers of prayers and help. They mean so much to me and keep me staying positive and motivated to continue sharing and reporting back to you all that I see in the weird world of the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do ghosts look like? There's not just one format for a ghost, there are countless ways a spirit can manifest itself to people and mediums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like you and me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ghosts look just like the living - and can be almost impossible to distinguish from afar. Up close you can usually see little strange flaws - for example (but none are usual): no pupils, flawless skin, just a bit see through, or even something as huge as no legs but they are walking as if they do have legs. Sometimes they can be missing arms or their eyes are off colour - colours that are unnatural like violet or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fluorescent&lt;/span&gt; colours. But from afar they can look just so normal it's freakier than the ones that don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Patchy" or Phasing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they are patchy, in a way that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DVD's&lt;/span&gt; skip.. you know, freezing, jumping ahead.. interruptions in visual and audio consistency.. they don't flow quite right. They can be a still image for a few moments then move all of a sudden. I've asked these spirits many questions about this phasing, and I find that these spirits are the more preoccupied ones. Ones with unfinished business, ones with worries galore. Oh ghosts worry so much it's a wonder people call them "at rest".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See-Through People&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;translucent&lt;/span&gt;. This is the one most people associate with ghosts, in popular culture, lore, etc - the see-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; spirits that look like they're made of cloud or smoke or like they're halfway here and halfway "there". In my experience these spirits are in the same preoccupied category as the patchy spirits. The less visible and consistent they are, the more distracted or apathetic they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abominations and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Caricatures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they exaggerate their forms, or try to take on a very scary appearance. They use their appearance in order to communicate a point. Scary looking ghosts, obviously, are trying to scare you. Already you have that in your list of advantages: you know this is either a desperate being or a childlike one looking for mischief. When a spirit is outrageous looking, they want attention. When they are super understated (no face, no details etc) the beings are grudgingly communicating or they hate taking the shape of a human - they hate who their species was in life or in the after life. When a spirit takes on the shape of a known character (be it popular entertainment culture, historical figures, or figures from your past) - that is a communication in itself. I've heard of people seeing spirits in the form cartoon characters. Anyways, this sort of exaggeration or under exaggeration is common, and many spirits decide to communicate this way. Sometimes this means that a loved one can look like someone entirely different at first, which I can't tell you how frustrating it is... I mean you describe Amelia &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Earhart&lt;/span&gt; to a daughter of a recently dead person and they kinda think you're either crazy or PT Barnum. I try to stay away from describing celebrities until I've had enough chance to see if the spirit is communicating something through its form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invisible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some spirits do not portray themselves visually in any way. Not to the eyes, and not to the 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; sense's "eye". Emotions, words, sensation, and concepts can flow freely from these spirits without any visual information what so ever. I find these spirits can be the older ones, the ones that have been dead so long they don't quite care about visual appearance, it can get in the way of pure communication. These spirits can also be babies that were either never born or died when they were so small they had no concept of character form. It takes a while generally for children to get a good self-concept visually, so this can range from 0-3 years old depending on the development of the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Balls of Light!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my favorite. The most beautiful and feel-good energies usually. On average, these spirits are fetuses, unborn babies - or babies that died very early on. They can look like soap bubbles filled with light - a beautiful rainbow ring in certain lighting. They float without purpose sometimes, but they can also float with a purpose - such as guiding someone away from harm, or guiding them to something important to their security, destiny, or just to help them out or make them laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orbs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some spirits take on a very similar form to the balls of lights - and that is "Orbs". The balls of light can be put into this category, but I wanted to separate them as I personally see a big difference. Orbs aren't so soap-bubble, and they don't have to be lights. Most orbs are not lights, but they reflect light amazingly well. Photography can be used to capture them to readily than the human eye, as the flash creates enough light to exaggerate them into view. They don't have to be perfect circles, I have seen oblongs, egg shapes, even jagged shapes. They range in colour but most of them are grey: plain grey, grey blue, grey green. I've even heard they come in pink! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! Although I'm not surprised, spirits are quite versatile. I have not been able to find a common factor between all orbs, no average type. They can be any walk of life, not just human. They can be animals too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their Corpses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spirits that freak me out the most in terms of appearance are the ones that take the shape of their death - exaggerated or realistic. They will mostly do this as a way to communicate their method of death - some see it as a badge of honor, a mark of ascension, or a cross that they bear. Some spirits see it as a way to communicate what horrors happened to them, maybe because they want some kind of understanding, maybe because they want vengeance, and sometimes they want you to tell their story. Empathy goes a long way in the Spirit world. I won't go into detail, you get the picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will add more types of spirit appearances later, including specific examples and perhaps sketches. I wanted to publish this to let you know I'm still out there and still ready to share and let you in on the world we should all be able to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-8504223081736474448?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/8504223081736474448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/8504223081736474448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2009/05/faq-what-do-ghosts-look-like.html' title='FAQ: What do Ghosts Look Like?'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-6633417177746961307</id><published>2008-12-17T20:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:34:26.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FAQ: Do Any Ghosts Scare You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ooooh&lt;/span&gt; yes. I have waited until I am near a horror of a ghost to write this post. I hope it answers your question, but I also hope it does not deter you from your searching. This is a very rare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt; - I have seen ghosts since I can remember, and I can count on my fingers and toes how many scary ones I've come into contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a reading right now, using Tarot and mostly spirits to give answers to people that need them during this dark time of year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SADS&lt;/span&gt; and money and speculators trying to kill the economy - strikes and anger. People need solace, they need answers. I try to give them as clear and helpful answers as I can - and with that comes deep conversation with the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the spirits I contacted, there is one spirit that is choking me with its presence.. not literally, but pretty close to it. The really bad ones will haunt you from the inside. This one floods the room with a feeling of being watched - of feeling intense fear that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unshakable&lt;/span&gt;. At night it looms over my bed and waits till I'm near sleep to scare the crap out of me (not literally thank goodness) - emotionless and tireless, just a bit taller and skinnier than a human should be - and it doesn't emit sound, it's like a black hole of sound. The room gets really quiet. It emanates a feeling of panic, like the house is underwater and there's only a few minutes to get out. It's so hard to describe, I hope I'm doing a good job. It doesn't want me to finish this reading, which makes me want to finish it even more ;) - I mean, if that's not a sign of an important reading, I dunno what is. Other ghosts are put off by this one. It's so inhuman! It doesn't take the shape of a person exactly, but it looks like it's trying but maybe forgot how or why it does it. I'm curious yet I keep a respectable distance from it, as I really am chicken when it comes to juggernaut ghosts like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this is not the scariest ghost I've heard of, or briefly seen. I've been blessed as a medium in that aspect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many horror movies, shows, stories - they include ghosts or monsters that grab the heart and squeeze or try to take it out of your chest. It happens, just not literally. These spirits strike a chord in our hearts much like a sad movie or a crying child does to its mother. These spirits remind us that the afterlife is not always picturesque. Ghosts are not always friendly. Most of the time, both wonderful, but once in a while a soul does not let go anger or frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to remember: do not life with a ton of regrets and repression. Unload to your priest in confessional, therapist, Minister, Imam, school counsellor, Rabbi, friends, shaman, whatever spiritual guide you have, even your tax preparer or interior decorator if need be and relevance be - but don't live your life with hate and repression of hard emotions - otherwise there's a small chance you'll end up for a long time in a dark and lonely place like this spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what makes me stop being afraid of spirits like this: it's in a limbo of repression, thought cycles of its mistakes and regrets. We have all felt the prison of our repression - we've all felt where the road of repression takes us. We stockpile anger and explode like searing volcanoes, touching everyone around us with our burning emotions. Write in a journal if you have to, a blog like this one, but trust me.. you don't want to be like this ghost. Wandering in the dark until it resolves the pain inside.. but during life it never learned ways to cope with these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies are not the only things that feel emotions. Spirits feel them pretty much the same with a few exceptions. They even feel physical pain like an amputee feels a ghost limb, rare, but usually part of more repression, or identifying one's personality with physical condition. I'll have more on self image and spirits later. This is about if a spirit scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This spirit makes me scared on so many levels. For one, it's really scary&lt;em&gt; looking&lt;/em&gt;. Has it worked hard on this form or has it just naturally assumed this alien shape? It's tall and lanky and has too many bends in the wrong places. Its back is curved, it is a very dark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blueish&lt;/span&gt; shade of ash. It moves unnaturally. But the image and the panic it broadcasts is not the big thing that scares me, what scares me most is that I can't help this spirit. It won't listen to me, and it doesn't speak to me. It won't let go &lt;strong&gt;yet&lt;/strong&gt;. I have great faith that it will find and open up to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get some work done, in spite of this creature ;)&lt;br /&gt;-Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-6633417177746961307?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/6633417177746961307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/6633417177746961307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2008/12/faq-do-any-ghosts-scare-you.html' title='FAQ: Do Any Ghosts Scare You?'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-6076470113099069043</id><published>2008-11-13T17:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:52:29.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature and Purpose</title><content type='html'>Hello again, a beautiful Thursday comes along where I can write here and so of course I take that opportunity! Lately I haven't been able to answer my mail but that's about to change I hope, as I find myself more time after cutting out some obsolete activities from my life - all suddenly and quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you've been influenced by an exterior source (spirits, nature, etc) when you change your life all of a sudden for no good reason. Like your life and mind push you to the brink of your old life until you can't handle it. You metamorphose in that minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had an experience after communing with Nature (I'll get to that later), thanking the spirits for my gift and my life and of course all the wonderful things in my life. I do not worship Nature, but I have profound respect for it - and vast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reverence&lt;/span&gt;. It is so amazing and continues to shock me with how beautiful, complex and powerful it is. Nature persists through to the Other Side, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Summerland&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know how it's possible, so please don't ask me - as the answer would be nothing more than someone who's never seen to explain the colour Blue in the sky on a perfect Autumn day. You can say it's soothing and magnificent, but you can't describe the colour any more than you can describe how this colour dances with all other colours around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand how Nature fits into the Other Side completely, but the decease often show me massive oaks that never lose their leaves, ancient banyan trees that shelter even more ancient secrets, panoramas of endless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;boreal&lt;/span&gt; forest you could get lost in for ages. Everywhere plants stretch up towards the endless inexplicable and unexplainable light source that drenches the vista in a sense of love. Explorers can die safe in the knowledge that they'll have an endless wild to discover in the Time After. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt; and the air is very clean. I think this is the True state of Nature that we are meant to cultivate on Earth, and one day I have seen that this will come to pass - and that makes my heart glad and at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience I had was a moment of remembering the power of the Twilight on the Other Side (more on that in another post).. there are places where a rich pink and purple twilight permeate, so that lovers of the dark can revel in the beauty of nighttime nature. The pink and purple change in intensity and colour like the Aurora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Borealis&lt;/span&gt; - but with more of a spectrum of colours. I won't get into it all as I'll be writing here forever on the wonders of the Other Side. We have much work to do here on Earth, we have to pull our own weight, we have to grow up and tend to our destiny in the Womb that is this life on Earth. Healing the Earth and the souls of us Children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I remembered this Twilight, I was filled with a sense of purpose, progress, and drive to get started. When I got home I deleted a few addictive computer games, I got rid of a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pass times&lt;/span&gt; that were draining my time instead of enhancing it... and I made a list of what I should do with my time here. I am not sure if it's a deceased human that filled me with this energy, but it was all encompassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I go to do some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hatha&lt;/span&gt; Yoga and contemplate this some more. I can't wait to write my next experience (past or present) and share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a purposeful day, with love,&lt;br /&gt;Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-6076470113099069043?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/6076470113099069043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/6076470113099069043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2008/11/nature-and-purpose.html' title='Nature and Purpose'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-1215801769044539807</id><published>2008-11-11T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:13:06.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Gatherings: Families</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I'll find large groups of spirits together, and a great interest and primitive fear instinct takes over. The interest usually wins out over the fear: the fear that all of these ghosts will attach or temporarily follow someone like me who can clearly see them and make eye contact. Ghosts love to be heard, seen, and understood. Just like we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some spirits travel or stay put in groups. Some are familial groups, others died together, others share a love or hatred toward something or person, others just had "an instinct pull" - as one spirit explained - to a specific area or patrol area. Part one is Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family Groupings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are usually wonderful.. what's better than staying forever with your family? On the other side of that coin however: what's worse than staying forever with your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us have been blessed with loving families that we could joyfully picture ourselves with, spending decades of time growing and learning about one another and truly bonding with permanently. These family groups usually stay here to take care of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decedents&lt;/span&gt;, great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; are like soap operas in which you have vested interest. They protect and guide and offer solace during hardships. This family grouping isn't Earthbound, as many psychics/mediums would say - but they are free to travel the worlds opened up to them at the time of death.. and that includes this one. It's not a one way ticket to what people call Heaven or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shangrila&lt;/span&gt;, Nirvana, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Summerland&lt;/span&gt; and so on - it's more like having a computer with endless tabs and windows they can switch from at lightening speeds. They're not encumbered by time, not restrained by flesh and its weaknesses. I have witnessed countless happy family groupings, and most people have quite a bunch of these in their corner.. so to speak! Know that loving family members never abandon or forget about you, instead, they will follow you through your life and do their best to help you to safety and reach your potential. If you ask for help, they will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, in a saddening contrast, there are also family groups tied by trauma or deep seated hatred, or a feeling of hellish obligation. We'll go through each of the aforementioned types but know that these aren't the only reasons why the negative family stays together Posthumously, there are countless reasons, but these are the ones I've seen the most in spirit families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trauma can hold a family together, if most of the spirits haven't fully healed from a trauma. These traumas can be anytime during their life, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;perimortem&lt;/span&gt;, or even way after death if their living family is greatly affected. This traumatic bond can either heal the members of the family and bring them closer - or blame cycles can break them apart into strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to write more, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; have to wait :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-1215801769044539807?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/1215801769044539807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/1215801769044539807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2008/06/ghost-gatherings-families.html' title='Ghost Gatherings: Families'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-7897059559197244553</id><published>2008-06-16T10:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:20:57.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lafleche Caves, Quebec, Second Visit: Little Girl Ghost, Two Boys, and Creepy Cretins.</title><content type='html'>June 6th, 2008: Finally I get some time to write this experience out, I've been busy with upcoming events and health problems.. and so I haven't had a good enough moment to start.&lt;br /&gt;(Update on day of posting June 16th - Sorry about the delay there was lots going on for me, including my best friend getting married this month!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I find second visits to a place of interesting spirits a more detailed experience. The spirits primarily know that you can see them truly, and they know that you're not going to misuse the information they give you. Although some spirits love it when you use their info for most unscrupulous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pursuits&lt;/span&gt;, I just don't like bad Karma so I stay away from it. I suggest everyone do the same, but of course I'm not Grand Mom to the Universe.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cave is beautiful during Winter Months (yes it's been that long since I've had the notes and need to write this!). Icicles are giant, like walking sticks poking out of the sandy rock at your feet, and very spectacular are the condensation-covered bats huddling together in sleepy droves. You'll see pictures in a minute. I could see why some ghosts wish to stay there, every season brings a new magic to the park and cave. The only problem with ice is that it can create false orbs!! So I've only included the interesting orbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Marc and Cornelie of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lafleche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; take us through the cave, I can hear whispers of children, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;groaning&lt;/span&gt; of a few morally bankrupt men, pleas from those who have died in such quick tragedy, near silent groups of touristic type ghosts commenting about the cave, and old spirits flowing from chamber to chamber. The first visit I was more focused on not falling (I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;klutz&lt;/span&gt;), and I had no clue the place was haunted so I didn't meditate prior to coming at all. My brain needs to be focused to hear the "quieter" goings on, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Girl Ghost "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a dress over pants (cuffs are rolled up on the pants as they are much too long for her), rubber boots, a light coloured T-Shirt, messy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; hair, big adorable eyes, button nose, and lots and lots of big wide smiles, the Little Girl is my favorite of the ghosts I encountered here. I think she said her name was &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Laur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;en&lt;/span&gt; - a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; name, due to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nickname. I know, not very detailed a name, but sometimes I lack details I really want to grasp. It's like wanting to hold a wild bird, if you even move in too much earnest, it'll fly away. But I did get some rather unexpected details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed me some jumping jacks in her right hand, and told me, "My Father made them." Now either he worked/works at a toy factory, or he just wanted to make the toy more precious by saying he made them. I don't think her mother and father are dead yet, as I didn't see them around her, and she gets a little sad when thinking of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loves bats. She wants to protect them, and often cautioned me because my helmet was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;waay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too close to a little baby bat or a small cluster of bats. The ceiling can be low in certain places, but still comfortable. She also loves the story of the porcupines as told by Marc - if you haven't been already, all the cavers turn their lights off for a little while as Marc tells a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that same area, she sits on a bench next to me as my significant other and the cave experts to another area. She wanted me to herself, which reminds me of my nephews. Kids love to have undivided attention, and I could see that she was irritated by my attention being taken from all present. She also loved Marc and Cornelie's attention, as once in a while it appeared they were looking right at her. I'm not sure if they have a gift, as it's not for me to say (only the person with the Gift can tell you if they are or not) - but it really appeared as though they looked at her on a couple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt;. I find that a great number of people do this - look at ghosts straight on but swear they couldn't see anything. This is a matter of great interest for me, and I wonder if people can see Them on another level, or rather sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, throughout my entire visit inside the cave, she was there - showing me where there were passages. The Guides nodded to me every time, ensuring me this was true - which of course made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really pleased. Also, and I'm not at moral liberty to say where, she said that there were "hidden goodies" that she didn't want the "bad men" to get. She wanted Marc to find them. She explained that they are treasures, to her, and really were precious to her personally. She continues to say that the secret passages is where she plays for hours, listening to echoes, finding patterns in the rock, communicating with the bats (she called it "telling stories" to and with the bats), and finding her treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, she explained, as she did the time before but in a less obvious way (I couldn't even see her the time before when I visited, just impressions) that she had died falling. She showed me how her ribs felt, her bones, crackling and there was so much pressure on her. She felt like a bunch of sticks under an elephant's foot. She does &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;like to climb stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, like any child who has died before the muddy waters of the loss of innocence, is a wonderful spirit with eternal optimism and a light as sweet and glowing as a sunrise on the perfect day. I can't express how wonderful it is to be in the company of Child Spirits. This is not, of course, a rule that cannot be broken. I have met many ghosts stripped of their innocence at a very young age, and they feel old and dusty way before their time. I will post about this later, for now we focus on the caves, otherwise I'll never be done this article. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is one of those Child Spirits that hasn't been broken emotionally, and that makes her friendly, darling, and open minded to anyone she comes across. So far she just doesn't like "Jacques" another spirit we will go onto in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;juxtaposition&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jacques"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dissimilar&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a middle aged (in appearance only) spirit that threw a whole bunch of typical french names at me. Either his name is really Jean-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Luc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jacques, or he was making fun of me, withholding his real name.. as many spirits know that irritates me. Why? Well I like to research into the lives of these spirits, and without a real name, it's very difficult. We will call him Jacques in this article, to perhaps assuage his Puckish nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to scare the little girl, and enjoys it. All throughout the tour, he was trying to scare people around me - but to no avail. They couldn't see him! Frustrating for him of course. He tried to scare me a couple of times, and of course succeeded a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Jacques&lt;/span&gt; has an uneven and pointed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;beard&lt;/span&gt;, with a messy mustache. His right shoulder is lower than the left, in a leaning posture. He has a hairy chest which is seen as his dirty shirt is unbuttoned a few buttons, he may have a wooden tooth or just a badly rotten tooth that appears the same colour as wood. He looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sleazy&lt;/span&gt;, baggy clothes, belly showing due to his short shirt and jacket.. perhaps torn (shirt). He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a criminal, and very proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks with a limp, is a heavy smoker of weird brown cigarettes (maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;cigarillos&lt;/span&gt;?) and he has a distinctive sweaty smell. He feels as though the cave is his territory, as it was in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Chasseur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; comes up frequently when I see him, the French word for Hunter, however it may be a word that merely sound like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Chasseur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has two Native American companions, both speak French well, English, and a language I don't understand - perhaps their native tongue. In live they used the cave as temporary storage of their stolen goods, but quickly moved it out when it was ready to be sold. He is most prominent near the Diving Area - where he shoves people a little, but to no avail other than a slight feeling of pressure. He's not what I would consider a dangerous ghost, just a little tiny bit of a bully. In life, however, he was dangerous: a fan of torture, extortion, murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Addendum on June 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 10:39pm) - After writing this, I began having some rather bad experiences. Bad, horrible emotions, that came out of no where. A shadowy figure. I retract my earlier words that this spirit isn't dangerous, he &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; dangerous and I will put a measure of care when speaking about this one. I also saw there is a "Voyageur" connection to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Native Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-16 years old, this young man was crushed, suffocated, and although he was very prone to stupid risks, he was brave and had great love for his family. He was searching for something his sister either left, or wanted, near the cave. As he searched for the item, he fell into a little hole - just small enough for him to land almost at the bottom. He tried to climb, wiggle his way back up, but it was too tight, and lose stones threatened him. So he wriggled down, hoping there was a way out through this hole. He remembered learning something about water erosion and how it can bore holes through solid rock over time.. and so he sensed that there was a way out. As he continued to climb down, he heard more stones loosened and then a great crack. A large amount of stones, including a couple of big ones, crushed him into a horizontal part of that erosion hole. After only moments, he died - his body pushed into an unnatural shape. As he left his body and understood he was meeting his death - he felt awful that his sister's wish went unanswered. He felt awful for his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when I encountered him, I saw a squished body, much like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Lindow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Man (a preserved human who was mummified by bog). "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Alulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" I'm not sure what that means, but he says it whenever I see his body. I will Google it after I write this, as I don't want to colour this particular communication. Anyways, there was a marking on his left cheek - like a star (the Native young man, not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Lindow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Man), his left foot bent completely out of shape, his right leg tucked in, right arm over his right leg, and his left arm behind his head - almost appearing like he was comfortably in sleep. His neck is visibly broken. Of course he feels no pain anymore, only the confusion of "where is my body?" as no one has found it. He may be mistaken about the actual location of his body, as I am told it is in a place where he could not have possibly gotten into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Two Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two young boys, having fun, smiling, running around the cave just being boys. It's a glimpse into heaven - being able to play with your best buddy whenever you want, whatever you want, however you want! They died in a minivan crash nearby and during their many endless hours of exploring - found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Lafleche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Caves. They tend to stay close to the entrance and exit, and play - explore - and talk to one another. One has a fishing hat, and a fishing vest with many pockets (green vest, dark grey khaki hat) - he has a sharp featured face and the freshness of youth is strong in his features and skin. The other boy has curly hair, sometimes a similar hat as his friend, and a walking stick or perhaps a "weapon" in a game (it's a sturdy straight branch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Cloud + Tourist Spirits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you enter the final chamber of the caves, you go down a small flight of metal stairs. As I was climbing down I got a very sinister feeling and turned around: there was a massive black cloud coming towards me and my group. I wanted to leave the cave then and there. Marc, our guide, told us about a tire fire that had been lit - and so it made me wonder. Was this an apparition, as in a spirit, or was it just a snapshot of the past? I sensed no communication in this cloud other than a very distinct urge to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after those aforementioned steps, I saw a group of tourists waiting for their photo to be taken. I am not sure if all the spirits mentioned in this article will stay here forever, or if some are merely passing by - like these tourist spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thus ends this article #2 on the caves. There's a lot more I'd like to write but I will save it for another article, as I really really want to post this. I saw some things that I'm afraid to write, and other things I think would be dangerous to write. Overall the place is safe, but also very populated with spirits - hence my second trip. If you don't want to see spirits, just be strong in that want and generally the mind's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;fail safes&lt;/span&gt; will click in and stop you from seeing things. If you wish to experience spirits, this is a great place to start. Open your mind, put aside your fears, and let the impressions roll over you without clasping onto them. Overall, I would advise that you respect the spirits here, as there is a spirit in there that definitely doesn't like to be taken lightly; I would advise that you enjoy the impressions you get and learn to open yourself to that other side of this fantastic universe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many thanks to the staff at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Lafleche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Caves, who were very welcoming, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;accommodating&lt;/span&gt;, and above all else - friends. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till next time, and photos will be posted later on this article.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Postscript: I am still quite ill so please please please pardon me for taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; long to write back. Months seem to be a good estimate of how long it takes me, please don't take offense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coming up: Ghost Gatherings - why some spirits group together; Cornwall Historical Jail in Ontario; and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-7897059559197244553?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/7897059559197244553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/7897059559197244553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2008/06/lafleche-caves-quebec-second-visit.html' title='Lafleche Caves, Quebec, Second Visit: Little Girl Ghost, Two Boys, and Creepy Cretins.'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-5057422100831730286</id><published>2008-06-14T18:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T18:46:03.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Help with Translation</title><content type='html'>Hello again! On this lovely Spring day I've lots to talk about but will be brief for now. I've almost got the Lafleche Caves part II done (editing for spelling and grammar.. as I have many issues in those departments.. lol).&lt;br /&gt;I was in the mall when a skinless deceased (and very apparently male) sprit saw that I made eye contact with him. Silly, yes, but sometimes I do that automatically and now I think I should walk with my eyes directed to the ground. Anyways, he keeps saying a few things over and over and has followed me to my significant other's home. If you can translate, please write to my email address.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what he is repeating somewhat sporadically, and in much exasperation that I don't know what he's talking about. Spelled phoenetically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kouda bita (my SO said it could be the German word Bitte as the words are pronounced the same) omb(r?)adray kulos maie" Short, and not always in the same order with a couple of words, as sometimes he gets more upset. e=mc squared is also something that flashes into my mind as he speaks.. but this could mean "Relative" "Relativity" or intelligence or ? Aongory is also said, and I'm wondering if it's an accented person saying "Angry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see his ethnicity due to lack of skin, so I have no idea. Let me know if you have an idea.&lt;br /&gt;For reasons of protecting me from evil spammers, I am going to write out the address with many spaces (irregular spacing, and the hyphen is part of the email. I know it's a pain but I already get about 200 a day so I need to find a way to stop that ever increasing number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a  r   oo u l u - d e   a d c o  n v  e r sa tions @ y   a hoo .ca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-5057422100831730286?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/5057422100831730286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/5057422100831730286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2008/06/need-help-with-translation.html' title='Need Help with Translation'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-6074842116971007901</id><published>2008-04-12T14:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T14:15:35.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding stuff</title><content type='html'>My friend's wedding is coming up soon, and as the maid of honor I'm quite busy. Thus writing back to emails is difficult at the moment :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get back to your messages asap, and I will post the new articles asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-6074842116971007901?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/6074842116971007901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/6074842116971007901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2008/04/wedding-stuff.html' title='Wedding stuff'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-819985931383280431</id><published>2008-03-13T15:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:08:48.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I sometimes feel intense specific fear when spirits are around?</title><content type='html'>This was an excellent question posed by Julie and a few other readers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like there are people around you and fear overwhelms you? Like you have to run away and hide from it? That sinking feeling you're being watched or told to get out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first off, there must be mention of mental disorders, as I do not want to reinforce mental illness by saying it's ALWAYS ghosts. Paranoia, Schizophrenia, Anxiety Disorder, and a host of other challenges can cause this feeling - so if you suffer from any mental illness, take that into consideration first. There may not be any ghosts around you, but your brain is making you think that. Brains are double edged swords sometimes, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I believe we all have a varying extent of psychic ability. Just like people have varying extents of sensory ability - like I can see more colours than some people can see, or smell things that most people can - but I can't see that far and I have overly sensitive hearing (I can hear less but more loudly). Some people have 20/20 or better vision, and others need special glasses just to see a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;You might be psychic and not know it, and your brain is telling you there are spirits around, or something bad or important is going to happen, or happening. Recently I felt sad, grieving anxious, and fearful for no reason, and then my friend called me with a death in the family. Perhaps when you get that feeling - someone in your circle of loved ones is sick or in trouble. When you feel really horrible fear/panic and you have no history of mental illness, you might want to call your friends and family to see how they're doing. Don't tell them you have a bad feeling unless you have some kind of specifics - even a vague sense of what's wrong.. like "Don't get into your car till tomorrow" or "don't walk home tonight, get a cab" or "go visit the doctor, and get him to check out your lungs".&lt;br /&gt;You might be sensing spirits, and they can vaguely sense or observe that you are sensing them.. and they might be frustrated that you can't hear them.&lt;br /&gt;You may be feeling a message from a spirit but you're unable to decipher it due to lack of practice or fine tuning your skills.&lt;br /&gt;You may be in the presence of a malevolent spirit, in which case just get out of the room or area. If you have no choice, like if it's at work or home or school, keep thinking or saying (depending on if there are people watching) "please leave me alone" or "I can't understand you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll add more to this later)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-819985931383280431?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/819985931383280431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/819985931383280431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-do-i-sometimes-feel-intense.html' title='Why do I sometimes feel intense specific fear when spirits are around?'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-6364360614883182500</id><published>2008-02-22T12:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T13:04:05.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming articles</title><content type='html'>Hello readers :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the great mail! I hope you all aren't discouraged when I take time to write back - I wait till I have the time to properly and thoroughly write back. I read them all as they come, however, and they're a highlight to my day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a few things now, and my wish is that all will get done before summer.. health and time willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lafleche Caves Part II - I recently went back, got more photos, and communicated with more dead. Much more information this time, confirmed by the wonderful staff/crew.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dousing with the Dead - sensing water, minerals, "treasure", and other such things using the dead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Children and the Dead - an email recently inspired me to write about how to tell if your children see/sense the dead, and if it's a positive or a negative thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Haunted Jail of Cornwall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Ghost of the Natural History Museum in Ottawa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Cumberland Heritage Inn Ghost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Chateau Laurier Ghost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And more articles answering your questions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;anti-spam&lt;/strong&gt; purposes, I've spaced out the letters in my email address, as I already get about 80-100 spam mails per DAY. So write out the following without ANY spaces, and you'll reach me pronto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a r  oo lu - de ad co nv er sa tions @yaho o .ca&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sincerely and Excitedly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your Medium Friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-6364360614883182500?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/6364360614883182500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/6364360614883182500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2008/02/upcoming-articles.html' title='Upcoming articles'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-861569902766637009</id><published>2007-12-07T12:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T13:05:36.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Orbs: how can one tell the difference?</title><content type='html'>The problem with the phenomenon known as Orbs is that there can be several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;explanations&lt;/span&gt; for a false Orb. Before I continue, let me assure you that I welcome people sending me their photos at: a r oo lu-d e a dco n v e rsa t i on s@yahoo.ca&lt;br /&gt; (no spaces in that email address, I just have to add the spaces so that spammers can't auto-copy my email)&lt;br /&gt;Add in the subject line "Ghost Photo" or "Ghost Photos" or "Ghost video" so I know to open up my graphics program to check the signs. And I will absolutely publish them here if I determine they're really spirits or if I just can't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's go through things that are not orbs in the first list:&lt;br /&gt;1) Dust motes. In darkly lit areas, you can't see floating dust very well unless you have a good flashlight. Then you'll be able to see the tiny flecks. They reflect extremely well at times creating a very bright little orb. Dust motes follow certain rules when photographed up close: no dramatically jagged edges, they don't cluster into neat groups but more in a chaotic fashion, they don't cast a shadow on the ground or walls that should be easily visible. If your orb casts a shadow, send it to me or Art Bell asap ;)&lt;br /&gt;2) Water droplets. Rain photographed with flash will make beautiful looking orb-like motes. Mist and fog is the same. They make for excellent fake ghost photos, and I've seen plenty of them. Now this doesn't mean that if you took a photo of a ghost during rain, mist, or fog that it's not a ghost. All it means is you have to be careful and closely analyze the picture. I use Adobe and carefully look at edges (blurred or sharp), reflections, shadows, and colour. Shutter speed is another thing to take note when you consider. A long exposure will show the directionality of the rain, and any small wind variance in fog and mist. So if all the rain is going one way, and your orb is perfectly still - you might have something there.&lt;br /&gt;3) Dirty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lens&lt;/span&gt;. Easily checked, as things on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lens&lt;/span&gt; will have a blurry border, fairly uniform in the blurring. It's best when taking ghost photos to take several photographs in order to see if the orb appears in the exact same place in the composition, denoting fixed matter on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lens&lt;/span&gt; or a problem with the camera itself.&lt;br /&gt;4) Distant light source. If you're taking a photograph in the day and the orb is bright and has the pattern of light on the inside to duller on the outside, you must consider distance light sources such as far away traffic lights, street lights, house lights, or even someone with a flashlight. Take another photo at night and you'll be able to see if it's a light better. Or take the photo on another day and see if the light is present in the same area of the composition.&lt;br /&gt;5) Water reflection. This can make for spectacular orbs, especially at night. You might be taking a photo downward and not know you're in a bog, marsh, or there's just a leaf with dew collected on it. Dew drops are great for mistaken orbs. If the photo is taken early in the morning or very late at night, consider dew.&lt;br /&gt;6) Glitter&lt;br /&gt;7) Confetti&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bioluminescence&lt;/span&gt; (From fish, invertebrates, to bacteria - examples are fireflies, glowing mushrooms, ocean glowing algae)&lt;br /&gt;9) Glow sticks or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;black light&lt;/span&gt; paint&lt;br /&gt;10) If you're using a road flare or old fashioned flash powder or flash bulbs.&lt;br /&gt;11) Embers and sparks&lt;br /&gt;12) Volcanic activity (Very nice photo anyhow)&lt;br /&gt;13) Lightening. Sometimes lightening balls/fireballs.. but those photos are cool by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;14) St. Elmo's Fire (again very cool anyways)&lt;br /&gt;15) Vehicles on ground, in the air, underwater. For example, a hot air balloon in the distance can make an interesting orb pattern if blurred in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;background&lt;/span&gt;, and air planes can look very suspiciously alien or ghostly in the right conditions.&lt;br /&gt;16) Personal air filters that need to be cleaned sometimes produce an interesting cluster of dust motes.&lt;br /&gt;17) Fibreglass insulation. When taking photos in attics, basements, or a place being built or renovated: small particles of the insulation can make great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt;-orbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other things that could be orbs, such as mirrors or shiny surfaces, etc, that must be taken into consideration when I look over orb photos but I don't want to harp on for days. &lt;strong&gt;Now we'll move on to suspicious orbs, or &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;orbs that I'd more closely investigate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Orbs with jagged or non-blurry borders.&lt;br /&gt;2) Orbs with little drooping lines of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ectoplasm&lt;/span&gt;" appearance, like melted wax dripping down from the orb - but sometimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;translucent&lt;/span&gt; or transparent. As a Medium, I don't call such things ectoplasm because it's a synthetic term for something so hard to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;label&lt;/span&gt;. Somethings I don't put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;labels&lt;/span&gt; on to remind me of how undefined the spirit world can be. Anyways, those drippings are a big sign that the orbs merit much further investigation.&lt;br /&gt;3) Orbs with very defined colour patterns or very defined markings on it. The most suspicious orb I've seen (in my personal collection) had defined markings inside that looked organic and impossible to pass off as any of the aforementioned items on the first list.&lt;br /&gt;4) Rays or appendages coming from the orb, and by appendages I don't mean arms and legs. You'll know what I mean if you see them.&lt;br /&gt;5) Orbs always around a certain person in any location.&lt;br /&gt;6) Orbs clustered unnaturally, in some kind of order. For example, if they're in a circle or square formation, or in dense clusters but all around them is empty air.&lt;br /&gt;7) Orbs with faces. Yep I've seen these, and sometimes they're photographs in the background that conjunct with dust motes or water etc - a great coincidence. But sometimes orbs truly have faces in them.&lt;br /&gt;8) Orbs with writing. Extremely rare, I've only read about one that had the word "Glory" in it, which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pertinent&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;home owner's&lt;/span&gt; family.&lt;br /&gt;9) Orbs bleeding (any colour, any texture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope this is helpful to new investigators, and I welcome your ghost photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-861569902766637009?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/861569902766637009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/861569902766637009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2007/12/orbs-how-can-one-tell-difference.html' title='Orbs: how can one tell the difference?'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-9167654933681039734</id><published>2007-03-11T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:06:37.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sept Oranges de Beaulieu"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tva.canoe.com/stations/cfcm/nouvelle/20070311.html#092958"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKENXvu1rD4/RfSvLsJawiI/AAAAAAAAASc/3rpK0VNpDvY/s320/SeptOrange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040846498298511906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the messages from the dead are not as clear as I'd like. Personally they make me feel either stupid, crazy, or lame at times, as I say to/ask people the weirdest things. Yesterday I had a spirit tell me to say to one of my aunts in Quebec: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sept Oranges de Beaulieu" (Seven Oranges of Beaulieu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, this became clear on Quebec news.  The picture to the right shows a Fire (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;) that took place on the street of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beaulieu&lt;/span&gt;, the people - "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sept&lt;/span&gt;uagénaire" (in their seventies) escaped. Click on the photo for the article it is attached to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got the message I got a sense of urgency and a sense of heat - so I threw caution to the wind and told my aunt. We aren't sure what her connection to this is, besides geography, but we're looking into it. We also only saw this on the news channel that we all watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also asking spirits whether or not I should continue my path of Spiritual Communication. Sometimes I need proof they're still there, I need proof in their power. Something like this premonition puts a little faith back into my path and makes me feel a little more comfortable about continuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my quick note post for today. Time to get back to what it is I do. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-9167654933681039734?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/9167654933681039734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/9167654933681039734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2007/03/sept-oranges-de-beaulieu.html' title='&quot;Sept Oranges de Beaulieu&quot;'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKENXvu1rD4/RfSvLsJawiI/AAAAAAAAASc/3rpK0VNpDvY/s72-c/SeptOrange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-59351528688835678</id><published>2007-02-16T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T22:01:19.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Note on Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our eyes open up, shedding their lids, when we cross from "living" to "dead". If anything, this place is a womb - and the place outside life is as big as this universe is compared to a human womb. Although being here is certainly no waste of time. We must learn, we must shed our guilt and doubts before we die, and we must help other people do the same. If we have lots of guilt and doubts.. well we're going to have lots of schooling to do upon the last breath in our lungs. Of course this afterlife school isn't so bad for most of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murderers, Rapists, and generally people who hurt others in malice.. well they have quite a lot of time in what I like to call "Boot Camp on Crack". Most people call it Hell. Boot camp here on Earth would be a Disney vacation compared to the Crucible of Purification that comes after evil doer's death. Souls can spend centuries getting "fixed" by spiritual teachers. This fixing can be agony, it can be a constant loop of the crime or crimes that continue until the soul sees what it did wrong.  It can be their idea of Hell: fire and brimstone, ice and isolation, whatever the mind fears. "Scare them straight" says one spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this later, as I'm fascinated by it, and spirits have a lot to say on the subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-59351528688835678?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/59351528688835678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/59351528688835678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-note-on-hell.html' title='Another Note on Hell'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-6416234388448230658</id><published>2007-02-16T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:44:53.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A message from Escobar to his Sweetheart and Family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Long time no post.. sorry about that. It's not that I haven't had anything to write about, that's for sure, just that busy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; has kept me away from my computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Escobar&lt;/span&gt; came to me a week and a half ago. He's dead of course, as I rarely speak of discourse with the living here. When he was alive, he spoke only Spanish - and perhaps a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Portuguese&lt;/span&gt; (I'm not good with discerning languages I don't know.) He was fairly tall, from 5"10 to 6"1. He had chocolate coloured hair, curly - kind of sticking up in a square sort of shape. His face was rectangular, long that is, his jaw was square but soft. Brown eyes, but I can't see what shade of brown. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pouty&lt;/span&gt; lips. Heavier eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Escobar&lt;/span&gt; died feeling very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt;, a heavy weight on his chest and neck. I can't speak his language so I have to go by what he shows me. It felt like he was being crushed or pushed down in some way, but this may be an internal feeling. You know, how heart attacks can feel like your chest is being compressed. His last thoughts were about his "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt;", holding her soft and wrinkled hand - a hand that was alike to the hand of God in his eyes. He loved her, and he never got the chance to be really affectionate and let her know how much he loved her. He wishes that he could tell her.&lt;br /&gt;He was young when he died, in his thirties I think. He had a bit of a baby face so it's hard to pinpoint the age.  He was a strong man with a big heart.&lt;br /&gt;He wants to tell his girlfriend that the baby will always be under his protection. That he will watch over her and the baby all the time he can. He wants her to know that he was going to propose properly, that they were going to have a beautiful wedding with lots of magnolias (or flowers that look like magnolias), that there was going to be dancing under the stars. He was also going to build a house for her, or really renovate the house they were getting - so that it would be alike to a palace. He loved her very much, and warns other lovers not to take their true loves for granted as he did. He shows me this, he's very good at communicating without words. I would say a spirit this apt has been dead at least five years, or he was already quite psychic in life.&lt;br /&gt;He says "Marquis" is an important way to identify him. He wasn't a marquis. He may be referring to a theater marquis- he worked at a theater for a while. Movie or live show, I don't know, I'm leaning towards movie.&lt;br /&gt;He says he's always with his father, learning from him still. There's so much to learn after death.. it's only a beginning that will make you fall to your knees when you see how much there is to do After.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Escobar&lt;/span&gt; is also against smoking, so maybe he died of lung cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Escobar&lt;/span&gt;, talk aloud. Call his name and speak with him. He's always watching his loved ones. Although he's a ghost, a very happy ghost, he's always present and always trying to help you. He also hears when you tell funny stories about his "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;campo&lt;/span&gt;" ? (Now I'm going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Campo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Escobar&lt;/span&gt; around. Yep ghosts can be in more places than one or two at any given time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-6416234388448230658?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/6416234388448230658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/6416234388448230658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2007/02/message-from-escobar-to-his-sweetheart.html' title='A message from Escobar to his Sweetheart and Family.'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-1557949527283241892</id><published>2006-11-01T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:44:06.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fakes pale in the wake of the possibly real</title><content type='html'>Hello fans and foes!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I haven't posted in a while, but here's something to pique your interest. Obviously some of these pictures are fakes, but some I have true belief are real... Mastered fakes, or true evidence of the paranormal? What's your opinion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EeNnWE6jvts"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EeNnWE6jvts" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, a lot were fakes, confirmed fakes! It's getting easier and easier to spot fakes, especially when &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; bad at &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;/related programs.. you can just see outlines if you pay close attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More entries to come soon, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And remember to talk to your ghosts. Even if you don't believe in them, it's still therapeutic to get hard emotions like guilt off your chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-1557949527283241892?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/1557949527283241892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/1557949527283241892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2006/11/fakes-pale-in-wake-of-possibly-real.html' title='Fakes pale in the wake of the possibly real'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-115781149771654778</id><published>2006-09-09T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T10:49:43.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burning Rain Message</title><content type='html'>Unlike Nostradamus, I am lucky to be able to express the ghosts' messages about the future. Strange as they may be, and perhaps they are just lonely and are telling me stories. This one, however, was as vivid as if I was there. And the spirit seemed adamant to keep me "under" in order for me to see the entire warning. However, like Nostradamus, there is technology and events I can only describe here, as I lack the technical knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the not too distant future, as there were no flying cars or regular commercial trips to the Moon, there will be a woman. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A brave and intelligent young woman. &lt;/span&gt;This takes place in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New York City&lt;/span&gt;, and it pertains to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a horrible disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed me a brilliant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new train&lt;/span&gt; or monorail that is to be made. I saw a strange cord on this train, many &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"strings" - white,&lt;/span&gt; they remind me of sail cord or nylon cords but I know it not to be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of passengers is on this train. The girl is having a conversation with a little boy who is being quite rude. She just had a horrible fight with an ex boyfriend.. this isn't important to the event, but to the woman who gave me this glimpse. There's also some older folk, students, work-a-day folk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman somehow knows that there is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something wrong with the train.&lt;/span&gt; She sees the white cords and is panicked. (I think there is a skylight in which the passengers can see the miracle cords) This doesn't look right. She knows in other ways, I suspect that people on the ground are pointing up at the train. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This train is a gem in New York City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I know a date or time? Vaguely, she didn't show me a calendar, or if she did, it was too quick. It's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunny after noon,  with a medium density of cloud cover&lt;/span&gt;. Not Winter for sure.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Probably Summer&lt;/span&gt;. If it is Summer, it's during the cooler parts of Summer - mid September. If in Fall, it's during the warmer parts - Late Sept to Mid October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leans over to a young woman and tells her to get off the train. The city's so big, not too many people want to get off, this train is the gem - why would anything be wrong with it? Many people start to get upset. I do not see a conductor on this train. The woman was in the middle of the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets off, along with a few pissed off people, including nervous tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky isn't right. The clouds aren't right, she doesn't say how. She shows me. The clouds look weird in some places, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little ugly flowers&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an empty center and jutting petals of cloud. However, the petals are very variegated, none are the same length. Most are the same width however. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks, trying to get her bearings. She hasn't been to this place, or at least not often. It's near a dock I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She hears screaming. She hears general upset.&lt;/span&gt; She starts screaming herself, as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the rain burns, the rain sears through her light jacket.&lt;/span&gt; She seeks shelter in a wooden building, a small building near the docks. The rain is getting in, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eating through the wood. &lt;/span&gt;I think it's wood, could be wrong. Anyways, a whole group gathers in a stronger building.. they pack in like sardines.  (The rain is not the Dark Rain of a nuclear event. It's clear and normal looking, maybe slightly milky.)&lt;br /&gt;The woman is very claustrophobic. She would rather quickly find another building. She remembers thinking 'I wish I lived back in the day when cigarettes were thought of as healthy' - talking about simpler, quieter times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screaming continues, and she finds another building, it looks like a place where people exercise or play (like a daycare center or yoga center) and sits with a few other people on an exercise matt. She takes off her jacket and looks at the large dots on her shirts - revealing blistered skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somehow she hears that the train's cords, however strong they were, were eaten away by this rain. No one calls it acid rain for some reason.&lt;/span&gt; Do they know what it is? Everyone remaining on the train, and under the train on the busy streets, died horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks of her Mother - where is she? Is she ok? She doesn't think of a Father, either he is dead or exiled from the family in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman closes the vision. I don't know if she lives or dies. I never saw any corpses, but horribly injured people. This doesn't mean no one died. She may have spared my feelings, as she still thinks of me as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After showing me these images, she communicates "the train was a good idea, as long as this acid shit didn't happen."&lt;/span&gt; The screams still haunt her.. imagine that - a ghost being haunted. It's normal. They are haunted by horrible memories, fellow spirits that won't leave them alone - just like a tag-a-long that won't quit or quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens? What is this rain? It's more than acid rain, I got the distinct feeling that the rain was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;radioactive, nuclear event related&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not a bomb dropped on NYC.. no&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No bomb had been dropped there, as the city was beautiful and unscathed - at least not to the level of a recent nuclear disaster.&lt;/span&gt; There were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no strange sounds in the air&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; the disaster either, so I doubt this was deployed by a noisy airplane.. and this was not a regular event. Everyone was shocked.  I got a feeling this was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not an attack&lt;/span&gt;, but a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;consequence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such are the ways of spirit communication. However, if a hardcore scientist had explained it to me, there is no way I would have remembered anything complex. Spirits can often lull you into a place where you only remember the sights or sounds or certain aspects of the vision. Perhaps it is the manner in which they access our minds that creates this red tape around the communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why post such a bare-bones tale? A spirit entrusted me with the information, to further communicate it, and in my limited way I must fulfill this unsaid promise. I also have a small bit of fear that the spirit would continue to show me this horrible vision until I communicate it - as that is also the way of the spirit. They have all the time in the universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-115781149771654778?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/115781149771654778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/115781149771654778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2006/09/burning-rain-message.html' title='The Burning Rain Message'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-114550059136883222</id><published>2006-06-07T03:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T03:29:03.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeless Ghosts</title><content type='html'>I recently came in contact with four homeless ghosts, who communicated something very brief yet very intense: "our bodies are buried in the woods."&lt;br /&gt;One was a child around 12-14 years of age, one was a woman 37-45 years old, and then there were two men - of which age I can only speculate as past midlife - I am HORRIBLE with aging people past 60, as peoples' lifestyles make age a difficult thing. For instance, people that sun burn a lot each year tend to look older, or people who smoke a great deal, or drink a great deal, or whom are stressed out beyond the average Joe.&lt;br /&gt;These homeless people died in an unsavory way and were buried by their killer. They didn't know the killer, they saw him "around" but didn't know him. They are buried in their forest encampment, under about two feet of soil/dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a medium, I want to help the spirits. I want to find them and give them peace. But at the same time this all poses many questions for me as a person.&lt;br /&gt;1. Is going alone in the forest a good idea? I don't think many people would want to come with.&lt;br /&gt;2. Will someone report me for taking a shovel into the woods?&lt;br /&gt;3. If I do find bodies, won't they suspect me? I seriously doubt that police would understand or believe "I'm a psychic... dead people told me to dig them up." I could be arrested or sent to a mental ward for a few years of friendly observation.&lt;br /&gt;4. What kind of mental trauma would it be to find four dead bodies, four not-yet-skeletons, for me?&lt;br /&gt;5. What kind of attention would this bring to my family and neighborhood?&lt;br /&gt;6. Could the killer be one of those whom regularly visit their victims, or live close by, and follow me home?&lt;br /&gt;7. Could any traps have been left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm asking all these "what about me" questions, but they're valid and intelligent. I don't recommend that you, if you are a medium, go about doing everything that spirits ask you to do. Yes, you may ask yourself questions like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Won't the spirits live forever bound to Earth, specifically the place their bones reside?&lt;br /&gt;No. In time, spirits let go. And it's not as clean cut as Heaven - Earth - Hell. Spirits can be in "Heaven" partly, and on "Earth" - it's like multitasking on your computer. You can do a few things at once. Spirits "multitask" between different dimensions of existence, (for example but not limited to) Earth, Past, Future, Heaven.. and even "Hell." Parts of them can drift in and out of these planes - dimensions, or in our high tech world, a good way to put it is "window" - like a computer program. Why some fade in and out is because they are flipping between these channels, or are in two places at once. Bilocation may seem impossible for matter, but for spiritual beings, it's their daily grind. Spirits are not matter. They are not gas nor liquid nor solid nor plasma. They are immaterial, but they can manifest in matter (more on that in another post.. back to the matter at hand.. like that pun?) Point being, spirits that are "tortured" can be partly tortured and partly in Heaven, but not show you that. I could sense these spirits had quite a substantial part of them in Heaven - or at least in a good place. They want closure, understandable - but there are other ways of finding it that don't involve endangering someone who is alive. Some mediums disregard their own health and wellbeing for the sake of complete strangers, which may seem heroic, but these people are already dead. They have centuries upon millennia to "Work their issues out", and there are plenty of Heavenly spirits to help them out.. they are never alone.. but sometimes they think negatively, just like living humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If I don't help them catch the killer, won't the killer(s) be on my conscience if you don't do something about it like call the cops?&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather the killer be on my conscience than kill me or my family members! I also have great faith in the police system.. they don't respond to my emails etc asking if they need a psychic... but I believe that they are good at what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity... it's a horrible thing. Every time I'm near that place I want to go and look. Look and see what's there.. As a medium, I know that it would make the homeless spirits leave me alone, and would bring them peace, but as a member of a family - I know it would also endanger my kindred. I could just as easily end up being a spirit on the prowl for a medium to help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-114550059136883222?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/114550059136883222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/114550059136883222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2006/06/homeless-ghosts.html' title='Homeless Ghosts'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-114722834527110208</id><published>2006-05-09T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T23:00:44.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain: Ghost Magnet?</title><content type='html'>My disease makes me feel pain all day every day. I feel it in my sleep, in my dreams, and it wakes me up on a nightly basis. Sometimes, that pain goes through the roof, and I am left in bed, shaking and writhing, waiting for the bout of extreme pain to end. I don't get depressed, I don't "feel" any emotions, I just look forward to the pain being over.&lt;br /&gt;Spirits get curious. They tell me that when pain spikes higher than average, they sense it from great distances, and they feel exhilarated, curious, and want to see what's going on. Family spirits of course are the first on the scene, but gradually more and more spirits will come and visit me. Usually this comforts me. I know I'm never, ever, alone. There's always someone around me, dead or alive.&lt;br /&gt;Spirits' pain also is a beacon to me, as I can sense them more when they're upset. Which can sometimes be bad. When spirits are REALLY pissed off, I can get dizzy, sick, faint, shaky, or even feel the pain myself - that is, I can get angry, depressed, anxious, etc. This is one of the major ways I can interpret spirits, by their "reflected" emotions. It's not always perfect, as there will be an interpretation bias, but it sure speeds up communication if the spirit is having problems. However, it's hard when people want "proof" I'm real, and don't tell me their loved one was violently killed... and I start choking or feel like there's a knife in my chest. Good times. I totally understand, however, and never blame people for not telling me. I hate fake mediums too. Of course, there are fake mediums, and then there are crazy people who hear their illnesses and not ghosts. I don't hate crazy people, it's not their fault - and who am I to say that they aren't the real deal? They might just not interpret it properly, or ghosts might be haunting them, playing with them. I hate those kinds of ghosts. Those joker ghosts, the Tinker Ghosts, are attracted to the pain spikes too... but after a while you get to tell the difference between a trickster and a genuine being. Sure they'll still try their pranks, but they won't get the better of you, they'll get tired and move on. Ouija is another great love of Tinker Ghosts. But these ghosts are for another post.&lt;br /&gt;Some rituals focus on sacrifice or self mutilation for a reason: ghosts respond to pain more quickly than polite asking. Spirits react quickly to pain, but also to more happy things... like childrens' energy, like extreme joy, ecstasy, and sexual release. Anything intense. Ghosts tell me that each type of intense sensation has it's different "Feel". I asked if it's coloured, like a beam of light. Most say no, it's just a feeling, like the feel of warm sunshine on the skin compared to chilling gusts of wind on a wet head of hair. Each feeling has a different sensation, and some ghosts take a while to tell the difference.&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts, most of them, will do ALL they can to comfort the person in pain. I have seen it in hospitals, in graveyards, in school: they surround the person in their being and think hard on positive thoughts, comforting thoughts, and if the person is open enough (regardless of them being a medium or not) they will sense this. People stop crying, stop clenching their teeth, and sense a joy - get a release of endorphins - or feel the presence of a loved one. This is the most heartwarming and potent things I have seen spirits do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm pooped, I just wanted to post something positive since I haven't posted in a long while ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-114722834527110208?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/114722834527110208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/114722834527110208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2006/05/pain-ghost-magnet.html' title='Pain: Ghost Magnet?'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-114445852182873983</id><published>2006-04-07T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:08:41.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Ghosts!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, from the posts I write, you might think there are more spooky or negative ghosts than positive happy ghosts.. but this isn't so.. I just like to write about the spooky ones a lot since they are such a mystery.  In this post, I wanted to just add this comment: it's more common to find a good spirit than a negative spirit. Much more common. I promise to talk more about those soon, I'm working on something right now that is more positive, so I'll post it asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-114445852182873983?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/114445852182873983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/114445852182873983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2006/04/beautiful-ghosts.html' title='Beautiful Ghosts!'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-114393793590732834</id><published>2006-04-01T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T19:32:15.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chest Pains in the Graveyard: Haunted Graveyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I wanted to post about this earlier, and so I have been working on it for a while - unable to give it quick focus. Here is what I was working on, sorry if it is segemented, but it was written in chunks. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graveyards are strange places. They aren't dead spots in spiritual energy, as some lore say, and they aren't all overly haunted, however: some graveyards are haunted. What do I mean by haunted? Spirits can linger, dwell, in a place. It's not necessarily because they have unfinished business. It may be because they like their grave... it may sometimes be that "unifinished business", it may be because they are attached to an object, person, or place.. it may be because they like to scare the bejesus out of mediums ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there's a graveyard out South East of Ottawa that I went to last Summer, to take photographs and such. We happened upon this picturesque graveyard, and decided to take pictures. I separated from the person I was with to walk on my own, I was drawn to a grave. The flowers had been knocked over, and so I put the flowers back in the vase, and the vase back in its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANG. Chest pains, weird ones, like their was a fiery wind in my ribs. I felt him.. a spirit. He had died in his mid sixties. He had knocked over the flowers and didn't appreciate me putting them back. I questioned him and tried to regain my balance, as my head swam with his presence. This was HIS graveyard. Get out! Get out! He was one angry spirit. His essence grabbed my heart and tried to intimidate me.. of course it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits CAN hurt you, as I have posted before. They can break bones, cause heart attacks, cause mental disorders, unexplained pain.. They aren't all Casper. However, they will leave you alone most of the time. This man REALLY wanted to be cock of the walk in this graveyard. It was important to him. It was one of the places he was not about to get soft on protecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wash of images flooded over my psychic sense, and I saw more about this man. Pocket watch, train whistles, a gruff face - he was a proper gentleman. He was stern, he was the Father Figure of the town. He smelled like cigars and leather and hard work. He valued his shoes greatly, the ones he was buried in. Expensive. His work ethic was better than any man's, and he always took care of business. He was in the train business, and a bit in the bank business. Maybe even a little insurance. He was a workaholic. He wanted to make a mark, to be remembered. He showed me a mark, a symbol I haven't yet been able to place. I'd like to identify it before I post it, just in case it is offensive in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chest pain was a warning. This man didn't want to hurt anyone. If anything he was warning me to get away from the person I was accompanied by, as the spirit showed me pictures of things to come. Betrayal, pain, loud and ambivalent abuse. He thought I was being an idiot, that a lady my age should be married to a proper person and not wandering around with random people. Overall, however, he wanted me AWAY from the graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mediums "wake up" graveyards. Spirits aren't locked into their remains, but many are "tied" to them. Cremains (cremated remains) can be scattered, and the spirit will be anchored to a new place or remove their Earthly presence to the Other Side. Hence why in exorcisms, the exorcist will destroy the remains of the offending spirit, if they can identify positively whom it is. Doesn't work all the time, I'm sure, as sometimes spirits don't give a rat's ass where their remains are. They can be tied to their favorite playground, {outside} their church, school, home, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Churches are another matter. I have been to several churches where spirits cannot or will not enter. It is empty, but full - a silence that is hot and bright white. But more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lesson here: if you get chest pains in a haunted place, time to get out. They can and will follow through on their threats, and some &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;delight&lt;/span&gt; in it. For the same reason humans like to tease eachother. Some won't give you the benefit of a threat and will move right into the fun. Most will just shove you away, make you feel like you need to get out of that particular place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2506/1168/1600/IM002337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2506/1168/320/IM002337.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left the graveyard, I saw dozens of spirits just looking at me, their pale visages empty of expression - at first. I can tell they hadn't seen a medium before, as many of them were a little surprised that I was looking at them. Many of them were related, you could tell because their features were so similar. The big daddy ghost "nodded" to me (releasing my chest from his grip), pleased that I was leaving, he didn't actually nod their head. The chest pain can only be described as an otherworldly pain, I knew it wasn't of this place - it was as if the colour of the world was greyer, bluer, as soon as I felt it, and as he released me, the world returned to its normal feel and colour.&lt;br /&gt;This  (left) is a picture that I took that day. I wasn't able to capture any of the spirits on film, the person with me didn't see anything, and usually (sadly) ghosts aren't easily captured on film or digital media. Only if they want to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all bad. I was exhilerated by the amount of power this ghost had! I was amazed, and I think he didn't truly hurt me because he was amused that I understood what he was. Many people probably think they have heartburn or just had a panic attack. Maybe low blood pressure, yes that's more what it's like. Like your brain is missing something vital. It is amazing and truly uplifting that we CONTINUE after this world, and there is NO part of me that doubts it. What I have seen confirms it. This ghost wasn't all evil, he was just really the Tarot Emperor, and didn't like strangers on his land. On his family's land, just taking pictures. I have the utmost respect for spirits, as they know what lays behind the High Priestess' veil, they've met the creator, and they are infinite. So much mystery. We are so lucky to be born into this school Earth, to be released like wind dragons into Death, that terrifying initiation into Reality. Our crib seems so desolate, but opposite from our life - life gets easier after our baby years (our living life), not harder. Of course, suicide cuts short our infancy, and that means we miss many lessons that make our true lives easier to understand. Our treasure is neverending, and begins with what we believe to be our oldest day.&lt;br /&gt;One day you will have the power to reach into the chest of a mortal, and scare the daylights out of them - but you will only be that powerful if you learn what you need to learn here.. You need to crawl before you can walk, before you can fly and be free... and when you can.. remember: it's cruel to hurt infants (ie. the "living"). Be kind, rewind. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am working on a communication with "G"'s family (I don't want to reveal her name, as she likes her privacy I assume). You will really get a kick out of their story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-114393793590732834?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/114393793590732834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/114393793590732834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2006/04/chest-pains-in-graveyard-haunted.html' title='Chest Pains in the Graveyard: Haunted Graveyard'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-114166140200109402</id><published>2006-03-06T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T11:10:02.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Right Back</title><content type='html'>I want to thank everyone for visiting me! Each one of you makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a little while my health has been degrading, and for the next few days I'm going to take some time off and try to get to a level at which I can post again. Look out for the new posts, and until then, keep your third eye open for unseen friends ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-114166140200109402?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/114166140200109402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/114166140200109402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2006/03/be-right-back.html' title='Be Right Back'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-114074032699396710</id><published>2006-02-23T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T19:18:47.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothman Omens: Can Spirits see the Future?</title><content type='html'>Many times spirits will be able to see into the future a little ways, some will be able to see far - and some can see only a few hours ahead.&lt;br /&gt;When something bad is about to happen, spirits will converge. I have witnessed it first hand, and found it to be an absolutely beautiful and magnetic thing to see - and believe that other psychics are also drawn to these convergences. Non-sensitives can also be drawn to these places as well, like moths to a flame.. and speaking of Moths, the Mothman is a phenomena that may be related to this. The Mothmen COULD have something to do with that convergence of spirits, they could be clumps of spiritual manifestation, as my theory goes.&lt;br /&gt;When more than one spiritual manifestation occurs (when spirits cross from the spiritual dimension to more human-sensitive planes, using ambient or human bodily energy, or using a multi-spiritual synergy created by the convergence of several spirits) there is sometimes a strange melding that occurs. For example: if your Uncle Billy who has blue eyes and white hair with a dragon tattoo on his back comes to visit me at the same time as your Aunt Milly who has brown hair and grey eyes - I will sometimes see the spirit with one blue eye, one grey eye, or rapidly shifting colours, with half grey and half brown hair, and a phasing dragon tattoo - that is both male and female. I can tell if it's two spirits in one, usually, but it's harder to tell if there's four instead of ten, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;What am I getting at?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes hundreds of spirits get together and start to look VERY unusual - monstrous even. Perhaps the Mothman is a combination of spirits clumping together to pool their power and warn the masses more tangibly. I'm not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sure &lt;/span&gt;if they are working together, but I think they do. This multi-spirit being can take on an energy of its own, and it no longer sounds or acts completely human in it's worry. They also look scarier and act scarier to try and scare you silly into vacating the area.&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do if you see this clumped spirit, or get a phone call that knows you're hiding chapstick in your hotel nightstand? (I loved that movie) Well, as in the movie, clumping spirits are trying to get you to leave, they're trying to scare you out of the area. Sometimes you have months to prepare, sometimes only days or hours. What's best is to leave town if you see a true Mothman.&lt;br /&gt;Have I seen a Mothman? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;, but then again I see deceased people more clearly than non-mediums. I also have never known someone personally that has seen one, and I have read that they are extremely rare. You have a better chance of winning the lottery, and you'd better lean towards winning the lottery ;)&lt;br /&gt;However, I DO see clumped spirits, hundreds of them, sometimes on the news, sometimes in person, in photos, sometimes in readings. These are easier to communicate with, as they have shared energy and more "power". They look like nothing I've ever seen before, but I will try to describe it. When there are more than two, it is a nebulous and usually of brown/grey colour - but can range through the whole spectrum. They are like cotton-batting smoke that moves like stop-motion animation. They have many eyes, many mouths, etc, depending on what they're trying to get across. They're like living movie screens made of fluffy modelling clay.&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure: when spirits get together and try to tell you something, you pay very close attention. If I am watching a movie at a theater and really enjoying myself and a spirit tells me that someone is in trouble, I will drop everything and call that person. They don't just tell you something bad is going to happen if that isn't the case.... well unless you're toying around with Ouija and find yourself chatting to a silly or mean-spirited ghost who's main goal in life is to freak you out or play pranks on you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Mothmen are not spiritual convergences, but that is my theory. I have not met one, but if I ever do, I'll certainly post about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-114074032699396710?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/114074032699396710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/114074032699396710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2006/02/mothman-omens-can-spirits-see-future.html' title='Mothman Omens: Can Spirits see the Future?'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-113996372840879329</id><published>2006-02-20T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T18:36:16.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Intimate" Relationships with Ghosts</title><content type='html'>I've had a couple of patrons tell me of them having sexual-like relationships with spirits of dead lovers. The lovers would appear in their dreams, or even in their waking time.&lt;br /&gt;One patron told me that her dead ex boyfriend came to her one night, while she was sitting and listening to tv. He ran his cold and ethereal hand up her thigh, and thus began a night of spiritual intimacy - and continued onto a several more "encounters."&lt;br /&gt;Another patron spoke of an unidentified spirit who came to her during workhours and would stimulate her, which may sound like fun - but during a meeting, it's not so helpful. This problem was solved by explaining to the spirit that although pleasurable, it was inappropriate and had to stop immediately. This took a few forceful reiterations, but the spirit stopped this mischeif and let the woman work in peace!&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual intimacy is something reported to me by all walks of people, many ages. The only thing I have noticed is that women find it easier to talk about these experiences. One male skirted around the issue for a half hour before he came out and talked about it. He was married, but had an exgirlfriend's spirit (she had died ten or eleven years before) and felt guilt and embarrassment on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more about the subject when I get the consent of a guest to write their experience down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-113996372840879329?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113996372840879329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113996372840879329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2006/02/intimate-relationships-with-ghosts.html' title='&quot;Intimate&quot; Relationships with Ghosts'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-113988561565700129</id><published>2006-02-13T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:53:35.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FAQ: Can Children See Ghosts More Easily Than Adults?</title><content type='html'>Yes. Absolutely. You've heard it in the movies and it's right, children are just more open to things. Some adults, like a patron of mine in September say they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't want&lt;/span&gt; to see spirits. The human mind is a great thing, greater than we humans know at this point.&lt;br /&gt;After puberty, from my experience and what I've read, a mental barrier begins to build up, a barrier that perhaps mediums and psychics don't build up, or they can control when it's up or down. Adolescents are sometimes more susceptible to psychic attacks (spiritual attacks etc) during this time for some reason, perhaps due to this process of barrier-building.&lt;br /&gt;Back to my patron. She, we'll call her Sally, told me in a fearful voice, 'please I don't want to see my sister... I just want to talk to her through you..'. Her sister nodded and shrugged, as if saying, 'of course, I know she's scared of me' - she later communicated to me that she could sense when people didn't want to see her. She'd communicated with her brother, who was OK with seeing her. She was one of the more vibrant spirits I'd ever seen, and when Sally drove up to my house, I could see the spirit in the back of the car like a corporeal person. I was about to ask Sally who was with her, looking behind her, when I saw that her sister was beginning to fade a little bit. Ahh, my mental process went, Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;Many other spirits that have communicated with me tend to phase in slowly, to make sure that I'm not scared of them. Some spirits, however, scare the living tar out of me by popping up skinless and broken-jawed, flesh hanging off their bones. (Doesn't happen all the time, but a good quarter of the time, spirits like to scare me because they think it's funny.) I don't get as scared as I used to, you build a tolerance for their hyjinks.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, kids are more open. They are less jaded by the world, and more friendly.. well, usually. They are also full of energy, and can unwittingly channel that energy into a beacon for spirits. Spirits tell me that those children are like big mushroom clouds of white hot energy with an exterior layer of light cyan, hard to ignore, easy to notice. Some children, I'm told, glow an eerie pale yellow/gold twinkling light, those kids are usually autistic. Spirits LOVE autistic children, as they are the most open beings to spiritual energy, as they more than half live in the spiritual world. But I want to give autistic kids their own post, as every single one I have met has had such an amazing spiritual energy - it's palpable and warm, and a little overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this big beacon of blue and white light draws a lot of spirits to them, so they have a higher probability of drawing a strong spirit to them... Therefore they have a higher probability of seeing a spirit. Weak spirits cannot manifest in any way. The best they can do is whisper through static at the best mediums out there. Normal spirits can talk easily to mediums, and can manifest in small ways - colder air, hotter air, whispers, dreams, knocking over something light, making electronics flicker a bit.. etc. Strong spirits can manifest - those spirits are the ones that you can hear, see, and sometimes even feel (as one of my patrons felt very intimately, which I will be talking about tomorrow for V-day). Of course there are varying degrees of strength and ability. Point being: the more ghosts you attract, the more of a chance you have at seeing a big cahuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come on children and ghosts later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-113988561565700129?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113988561565700129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113988561565700129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2006/02/faq-can-children-see-ghosts-more.html' title='FAQ: Can Children See Ghosts More Easily Than Adults?'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-113875300945467591</id><published>2006-01-31T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:16:49.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cathedral in the Rocks</title><content type='html'>I have been graced with a visitation from an old priest spirit, who has communicated to me a beautiful and powerful message. I will tell you, as close to what he said as I can recall, as this was a spirit-dream (when you have these dreams, you know you're dreaming, like a lucid dream you can do what you want, but the spirits take over when they have a message to give you, and this priest was one powerful spirit. You KNOW when you have a spirit communicating to you through dreams.. It's frighteningly real.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under hard rock, near a residential area, where a volcano once or more erupted and spread its lava out like hellish vomit - there is a beautiful holy place: the Cathedral in the rocks. It has so many domed roofs, some of them (if not all) have copper or bronze roofs - as I could see the green oxidized spreading on the rock.&lt;br /&gt;"You cannot step here" he said to me, as I wanted to go and see the beautiful Cathedral- which completely took my breath away, "it's too fragile."&lt;br /&gt;archaeologists will have a difficult time bringing this beautiful Cathedral out of the hard and old-settled volcanic rock. I'm pretty sure it's in Europe. The "Backyard" of Europe?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the priest waits for the Cathedral to be uncovered. Let me tell you more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of the Cathedral, where the town used to be, cloistered steps lead up to a great place to observe the holy building. Ahead of me, which I think is in the East, is the Cathedral, to my left is a vast valley - perhaps a bay, if not a bay, then a grassy valley with only a thin layer of sod (1-3 feet), then below is the volcanic rock. There are craggy jutting rocks further to the left, and then the sky is a dark ominous rain-premonition. To my right there is a row of modern houses, build in the 1970's or 1980's - and they do not know about the massive Cathedral in the rocks. Behind me is a now wild path (which I'm on at during the dream), with vines, skinny trees, further behind me is a main road, further behind (west-ish) is a school or community center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cathedral itself is rather like the Hagia Sophia, but without the minarets. It's less spacious too, and built as if tightly sucking in its gut. It also has more square walls than the Hagia Sophia, but the domed roofs are so reminiscent of it. It has the same arcade as the Basilica San Marco in Venice. (I am looking at architecture pictures to give you a better idea of what it looks like.) It was big, but wide - not thick, and not too tall.. but it seemed to be built on the side of a hill or next to a hill. Grey mostly, except for the bronze roof. There may have been some stones of the Cathedral that were a grey-beige, but that may have been the lighting. It wasn't in the middle of a huge city, that's for sure. I call it a Cathedral, because that's what it felt like, however, the priest never said that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very holy place, a very spiritually important place, and when it is uncovered, there will be a religious revolution. There are treasures, texts, and bodies still in that building, and the priest is guarding it until good people find it. The first thing people will find are the green oxidized bronze/copper stains on the lava rock, then the remnants of the roof, then a small window, then the whole tower, then they will gain entrance to the main building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. I'll be Googling this, seeing if I can find anything on this place. Maybe I can find a city that looks like the city I saw in the dream. I'll also try to find more information on the architecture of the building, and I will let you know more when I find more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-113875300945467591?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113875300945467591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113875300945467591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2006/01/cathedral-in-rocks.html' title='The Cathedral in the Rocks'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-113849836148883761</id><published>2006-01-28T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T20:32:41.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oozer: Never Judge a Ghost by Its Cover - and a message for Tom Macreedy / Mcreedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oozer&lt;/span&gt; is a spirit that is quite disturbed. In life, he was an alcoholic, he smoked, and was surrounded in big-rigs.. which I think he's trying to communicate he either drove them, worked at a truck stop, worked on their engines/structure, and they were in his life much of the time. I think his father was a truck driver. Oozer wasn't a driver for too long, he didn't get the chance. Let me tell you more about him before I get to his death. When he was a child he was stout, which carried on until his death, he had dark hair, dark green eyes. He went to "county" school, I'm not sure what that means, but he tells me of his friend Tom Mcreedy or Macreedy - they both had blue lunch boxes and that's how they became friends. He hopes that Tom knows how much their friendship meant. In high school he was an outcast for most of it, as he spent most of his time walking in the woods by his "rusty" home. He did fairly well until he was 16, at which time things started to go downhill. I never see his mother in any of the communication. But I do see a father with large comforting hands, with a big heart. Oozer became an alcoholic shortly after, he doesn't seem to want to say how or why, but it wasn't his father's fault and he wants to communicate that firmly. He wasn't a sleazy person, he also wanted to communicate that. He liked science, that was his favorite course, he was smart, he was loyal, and he was trust worthy. The alcohol was a way for him to fill a very large gap in his life - I never saw a woman in his life, and he never spoke of one. Women weren't attracted to him, he sweat a lot, he smelled funny, he had a weird way of communicating.. maybe stuttering, maybe severe dyslexia.. personally, I don't think it's the women that didn't like him, I think that he didn't like himself and projected that on the women. I told him that, and he seemed touched, but still.. he knew that I was slightly disgusted, for the same reason he calls himself Oozer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why's he called Oozer? He gave himself this name after his death. His death was hot, and he sweat so much. It was as if he was in a furnace. His boots melted, steel toe. His sweat became skin (this is what he remembers, but, as I am going to post later, hopefully soon: spirits perceive their deaths differently than what actually happened). Point is, this has left him still traumatized by the death, and coupled with his self-conscious fear of being too sweaty, his afterlife projection (although he swears he wasn't aware of it) is rather disturbing. His skin looks like wax left in the hot sun for a little too long to be firm, but not long enough to be liquid. His eyes are the same way. His body hair was mostly melted away, but there is still a sooty shadow of hair on his head. His lips are melted into a fishy mouth, and his teeth are sooty black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from his ghastly appearance, no not ghastly.. shocking... he is a nice spirit. He is happier now that he can wander around like he used to in life - in the woods, yet there is still something bothering him enough to keep his "ugly" form. When spirits are perfectly OK, they usually look normal, unless they are trying to convey something. For example, if they show themselves as old and grey, they may be trying to communicate to someone they knew when they were older.. if they look young, they can be trying to communicate to someone they knew when they were younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point I'm mainly trying to get through is this: ghosts, on the surface, can look very frightening. I've had many nights with the reading light kept on, or even several lights on because I'm so terrified.. but those spirits are different. Spirits that make you afraid, usually are trying to frighten you. Most of the time they can't do anything to you, they'll just freak you out until they tire of it. Some spirits CAN do some damage, but that's another post. Some spirits LOOK frightening, but can be troubled, and need help. Or they are trying to tell you something. If a spirit is on fire when you see it, use common sense and be very careful around fire. It doesn't mean the spirit's trying to scare you, it might be trying to warn you! Some may look bad because that's how they feel, and they can't project themselves any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge a spirit by how it looks, judge it by how it FEELS. If you feel frightened to your core all night and day, it's time to reconsider what you're doing and try to get away from that spirit. If it looks horrid, but feels friendly, it probably is. Although there are some puckish spirits out there that can trick you anyway. Ah, so many posts to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oozer finally was pleased to get his story written, and he wanted to say to Tom Macreedy (or Tom Mcreedy, whatever spelling): "I'm doing fine, I'm with George, and you were right about Katie." So if you know Tom, let him know. He has a deep-thinker look about him and he's about 5"9.. wears sports jackets without ties. Has a blemish on his lower back, on the right side, which is itchy, and Oozer says to get it checked out because it's cancerous. He wears those golf-like hats, but doesn't play golf. And Oozer shows me a picture of a taxi... He loves Tom, in a nonsexual way, and is looking over him. He's Oozer's only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;living&lt;/span&gt; loved one, (but is most likely not a relative) as he is with several of his dead relatives now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I can't get Oozer's name :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-113849836148883761?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113849836148883761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113849836148883761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2006/01/oozer-never-judge-ghost-by-its-cover.html' title='Oozer: Never Judge a Ghost by Its Cover - and a message for Tom Macreedy / Mcreedy'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-113822031904718937</id><published>2006-01-25T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T15:18:39.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do Spirits Communicate?</title><content type='html'>Is it with words? Is it with feelings? Moreover, and the topic of this post: HOW do they communicate? Through energy, with extra-dimensional mouths, how? They aren't flesh and blood like us, so how can they communicate??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I gather from spirits, how they have the ability to communicate is as much a mystery to them, as it is to us. They know a little bit more about spirits than we do, but just like us - they have a lot to learn about their own bodies. They are amazed and confused by it as we are by our own physical bodies, and they continue to experiment with different ways to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One spirit, Anna-Margaret - or Anna Margo (we never really cleared that up in our conversation), told me that she was able to manipulate energy on a very basic level. She compared it to playing on the harp and said: "each string on the harp of the mind of the person I was trying to talk with would trigger a certain image or thought" and she explained that it took her and her comrade "plenty of time" to figure out how to say "Hello", and not "Boo"... lol Her comrade was and still is, not as good as her in this harp playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another spirit, Atma or Atman or Atmon (again, names are hard to hear sometimes), a 19th century accountant/clerk of an Indian trader, explained it in a different way. He said that the human mind was like a beach of pebbles, the pebbles being the same as the harp string in Anna-M's figurative speech, and each time a wave (in this metaphor, a human thought) would rearrange the pebbles - making it harder to communicate. He said that people like me, that can speak to the dead, had certain pebbles that were "glued" down, and very much different than the other pebbles... bigger, more vibrantly coloured, as if to say: "here I am, now come talk with me". He said each pebble triggered a reaction in the brain of the human, one pebble would convey greetings, the other would convey anger, the other would convey a boat, the other would convey a word. He said each mind's beach stretched as far as his eyes could see, and he often wandered for very long, trying to figure out how to press the right buttons to make his family hear him. When his immediate family died, and only his grandsons and grandaughters' generation lived, he began to spend more time experimenting on strangers, thus finding a psychic one day. He likened this finding to uncovering a beach of gold, because he could finally communicate with the living - something he'd been fascinated with since a few months after his death. Atman communicates often with the dead, finding it much easier, but prefers to contact the living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a last example, I have a lot more but don't wish to write a novel about this post (yet), Maki or Machhi or Mah-Chi was a spirit that compared communicating with the living with (figuratively) beating words on their skulls. She said that she'd often repeat the words she wanted them to hear, hundreds of times over before they would hear. Psychics, she said, could pick them up after a good fifty to twenty times, depending on the mindstate of that psychic. If the person she was trying to contact was constantly nervous and closed, regardless if they were mediums or not, she would sometimes have to say the words for days and even weeks. She explained her slight frustration, and sometimes her frustration and intense repeating of the words would cause the person headaches, irritability, and malaise, at which point she would stop and try again later, mostly when they were asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is one way that spirits can communicate much more easily, most of the spirits I have communicated with agree on that. They wait until the person is between waking and deep sleep, and then "dive" into the human. They don't always have access to the dreams of the person, but about 75% of the time (roughly, from what I gather) they can become part of the dream. Often they take their own shape, but sometimes they communicate through symbols to get across a larger message... you know, a picture's worth a 1000 words.. well 3D moving dream symbols are worth a novel if you know how to access them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs can also open the doors for spirits, opening them wide and indiscriminately. I have seen many people haunted by a spirit they let in during a very intense drug experience, a spirit that just happened to be curious or cruel. One such spirit was Malcolm, who would often look for drugged teens in order to "borrow" their bodies. He wouldn't be able to force the person into doing anything, but he could "suggest" - like in hypnotism. He would fit into a person like a marble in a glove, but would still be able to feel a fraction of what that living person feels - and boy, did he like it! Spirits often miss the physical pleasures of this world, even though they can experience similar sensations on their plane of existence, it's just not the same. Sometimes it's better on the other side, much better, but sometimes this plane is overwhelmingly different, and some spirits crave that. Many cultures use(and have used) drugs just for this reasons: to let their ancestors guide them, to lend their bodies. Deep Vodun (and other religious) trance states can easily reach this gate-opening situation without drugs.. which is much wiser, as it has less side effects, and the person being "possessed" can expel the spirit much more readily. It can be dangerous to let stranger spirits into your body with drugs, as they can decide they want permanent residence.. well, until they start missing the pleasures of the Other Side.. which can take decades depending on how old the spirit is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do spirits have energy? Do they eat or do they siphon it from somewhere? They have energy, very slight energy I can describe to you as the most miniscule microfilament silk strand that dances around your skin when you communicate with the spirits. Spirits tell me different things, as is usually the case - although they do 100% agree on some things. Some spirits tell me that they get their energy from the Sun, some tell me they get energy from humans, some tell me they get their energy from something deeper - something cosmic that stretches beyond what we know. I think they just can't describe or understand it yet, as we don't understand what it outside our universe, and so they come up with things like the Sun feeds them, etc. But also, Sun is up to interpretation. Many spirits use the Tarot meaning of the Sun, the archetypal meaning, so they may be using symbolism instead of literal meaning. Some were poets when they lived, and are poets in death too - and must make their communications into works of art. Some have even told me that what I feel isn't' energy, but simply, "it is my being, it's is the universe's cloth" as one very bright spirit once told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can they communicate with just anyone? Absolutely. To be clear, I would say that I have never met (and gotten to know) a person who hasn't been touched by a spirit. They may see the spirit as an apparition, they may see them in symbols out of the realm of coincidence, they may see them in dreams or waking vision dreams, they may have heard their voice in their head, or felt their hand on their shoulder... all these ways and more. Whether we believe in them or not, they are here, and they are many - but most importantly: they want to talk. They have so much to say, and not even half of them think it's unethical to communicate us. Some spirits will not communicate with the living, and only watch them, and help them covertly; these spirits have a believe that noninterference will teach us the most. Other spirits believe that their wisdom can make us even more learned before we pass over to the Other Side, and want to teach us to be the most informed - so that we are not as shocked as they were upon death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many mysterious things! We don't know exactly how they communicate with us, but the consensus seems to be that they have the ability to suggest, like a hypnotist, but with the added bonus of being invisible when they want to be. They cannot force anyone to do anything, unless they are mentally unstable.. then it is quite common.. but that is for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Remember: any significant dreams you have are most likely touched by another power, so write them down!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-113822031904718937?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113822031904718937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113822031904718937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-do-spirits-communicate.html' title='How Do Spirits Communicate?'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-113677758136049598</id><published>2006-01-13T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:36:39.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Cats and Spirit Cats</title><content type='html'>Many times, during a reading, I will see deceased pets: cats, dogs, rabbits, birds, snakes, and even recently a pet turtle! By far, however, cats come through the most clearly. They wander around in their living owner's homes, keeping them company, causing mischeif, and defending the family and territory. Of course with cats, family IS territory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living Cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats are very special, and as a medium/psychic, I get to see things that normal eyes can't see. Cats are here and they are also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;. As most other animals can, cats can see spirits, sense emotions, sense the near future, as well as several other psychic abilities. But cats are a little different. They have a heightened awareness of psychic/spirit energy, they are higher up on the sensory list when it comes to creatures. They aren't the highest up, I can't make that claim, as I've not been around every single animal in the world, but they're sure up there.&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts know this, as they can always sense who can see them. It's like when you have that feeling you're being watched, that intense feeling, kind of a stinging sensation you're being followed/watched. Some ghosts dislike cats (and other animals) for that reason, they don't like the invasion of being seen. Ghosts can sometimes become accustomed to not being seen, and some of them even dislike psychics/mediums/children for that reason.&lt;br /&gt;Most spirits don't mind, they actually LIKE being seen, so they can sometimes hang out around cats, children, mediums, etc, a little too much! Especially during times of increased need for social contact - religious holidays, anniversaries, death day, birth day, etc - they will hang around more. During some readings, I sometimes ask families to put their cats away, as it disturbs a timid spirit we're trying to contact - but most of the time they're a welcomed addition.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I will see spirits taunting, playing with, or even talking to cats - making owners confused, amused, and sometimes frustrated. It always amuses me to see a lonely spirit getting solace from an equally lonely cat (when their families are at work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spirit Cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit Cats are a joy to see. I once had a reading where a girl was collecting spirit cats (dead cats), and during the reading I saw dozens of them around the house - romping and running and preening and watching. Another time I saw a elderly woman's three cats, who kept a close eye over her - and she felt them constantly, and she saw them knock over things (especially on people they didn't think treated her very well).&lt;br /&gt;I have a spirit cat, which I am so lucky to have, that has helped me through many hard times, as well as has guided me and given me hints and tips. I love cats now, especially because of this spirit cat. It is a deceased cat that sometimes saunters around the room, sometimes I ask it to find something if I can't - or when I'm sad she'll sometimes sit on my lap and I can feel her claws dig in to my thighs. It doesn't hurt like normal claws, but tingles. I'm sure some of you have had this same experience, as I see these cats all the time, and have heard many stories from patrons about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come on this later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-113677758136049598?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113677758136049598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113677758136049598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2006/01/living-cats-and-spirit-cats.html' title='Living Cats and Spirit Cats'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-113606110834059467</id><published>2005-12-31T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:31:53.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Paying" back a Favor</title><content type='html'>Sometimes - most times, as happened last night, spirits will give us something in return for communicating with living loved ones. They can do a multitude of things, let me share with you some of my experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, which is what spurred me to do this post, a friend's Great-Grandfather (not Theo's), asked me to do a reading for his Great Granddaughter (my friend, who we will call Miranda for anonymity sake), lent me energy. He could see that I was ill and tired, more than usual, and so he touched my chest (around the solar plexus) after the reading, and then left my home. Today I was able to shop AND do a workout that burned a good 450 calories! Now my chronic illness doesn't usually let me do more than a 130 calorie workout, if that - so it was wonderful to be able to do it right after shopping with my family. It was a good deal of energy, and it was enough to also pull me out of my emotional slump, which was also caused by fatigue and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donating energy is one way to pay the medium back, but there are more ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits will feel like they have to "pay" you back, and so sometimes they'll wait until there's a crisis to help you. When going through a very rough and rather dramatic breakup a few years ago, many spirits that I had previously helped seemed to "cuddle" around me. They counseled me about my problems, as they were concerned I was heading down a dark path. They would speak to me when I was alone, and make sure I wasn't alone at any time, and even played harmless tricks on my ex (or so I heard). I used to be a very big fan of revenge, but now I understand that it's not justice, it's a cycle that creates too much bad Karma - locking us into a downward emotional spiral. When I was more into the revenge business (as a teen, those days are gone), the spirits would do much more violent serious things, especially when the trespassers had hurt me physically. Spirits can be very vengeful to whomever hurts their link to the living world; and also, as spiritual communication shares a very intimate link - they get to see you inside and out, and usually this creates a mutually powerful bond. Like knowing someone for a few years, but slightly different. Hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits can also enhance readings for the medium. After I do a communication for the loved ones of that spirit, they will often show me a glimpse of insight into my life, my future, and sometimes even let me contact a spirit that is less able to communicate - like combining forces. Some spirits are VERY hard to communicate, and joining forces is the only way to hear them. But that's another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recap: They can give you energy/force/a lift, they can offer a helping hand in your external world, they can keep you company, give you counsel, they can give you more psychic energy to see more in readings, and they can combine forces with you in harder communications with other - less easily contacted spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one last thing - some spirits will haunt you until you do what they want, and after the reading, as payback, they'll leave you alone. Just like Theo's Great-Grandfather (see previous post about the Powerful Great-Grandfather). This is dirty play, but when they leave you alone after months or years of haunting, you don't complain - otherwise they might just continue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect ALL spirits to balance the scale.. some will get what they want from you - and then leave you hanging. Others, when I get paid for my services, will tell me that the payment is enough, that they don't need to give me anything - and I agree. Always be polite to spirits, otherwise they'll bug you until you say uncle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-113606110834059467?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113606110834059467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113606110834059467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2005/12/paying-back-favor.html' title='&quot;Paying&quot; back a Favor'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-113504546384444480</id><published>2005-12-19T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T21:24:23.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speedy Communication</title><content type='html'>The trouble with communicating with spirits, many a time, is that they don't communicate at the same speed as the living. Most spirits communicate with pure thought, as they don't have bodies - they exist on a different plane of existance than we do. They exist as energy, as spirit. They don't need to take big breaths of air to scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits need to consciously slow themselves down in order to be heard easily, but usually they don't -as usually they're excited that someone living can hear them, and they want to say everything a.s.a.p.! This can cause problems for normal people, and psychics/mediums, as they experience the communication as a blitz of words and images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I have been confronted with this, and this is a source of great frustration on both sides of the conversation. Seeing Mediums, sometimes they'll blurt out words of what they see in sequence: it's not because they're bad Mediums (well not always) but usually it's the spirit that's making the discourse very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can we do about this? Here are three suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Well it's good to let the images come and try to drown out any exterior distractions. To pay close attention, and just let the flow overtake you. After a while you'll learn to just let the thoughts and sensations wash over you and leave you with a general impression. That general impression can be worked upon by delving individually into the images. This is harder to do in a live person-to-person reading, as you will spend a lot of time starting off into space and looking sleepy... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell the spirits to slow down, you may get lucky and find a spirit who will actually oblige you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Blurt out all the things that come to you, and have someone write it down - or record it if you don't have anyone there to write it down. Then, like a dream you want to remember, go through each detail you recall and things will start unlocking themselves. Blurt out ANYTHING you see, as they may have significance to the person you're doing the communication for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that's helpful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-113504546384444480?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113504546384444480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113504546384444480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2005/12/speedy-communication.html' title='Speedy Communication'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-113460642833593170</id><published>2005-12-14T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T19:27:08.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts that find it Hard to Communicate: And the Importance of Heeding the Warnings of These Spirits</title><content type='html'>Recently, I was asked to contact the spirits of a lovely woman's father and sister. This process took a couple of months at least- each time I tried to contact the spirits, I would see them, but they wouldn't talk, they tried, but it was as if they spoke behind soundproof glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this week I was able to get their very effortful communication, and this is (ommiting some details and changing names for the family) what they said:&lt;br /&gt;"Don't car" - a picture of a blue Mazda - "no" - guard rails,  - light purple lilacs, and a painting of a saint. (The woman told me it's her daughter, with the name of the saint, with light purple lilacs in her back yard, who was going to buy a Mazda).&lt;br /&gt;They tried so hard! But there is a problem - the woman's daughter still wants to buy the Mazda! She's been car-hunting for a long time and has found the perfect car, but this has come up - her Grandfather telling her not to!&lt;br /&gt;The daughter contacted me, and I was able to contact the Grandfather (who seemed to be expecting this behavior), and gave her some specific instructions, but still didn't want her to do it - the aunt said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if something similar was to happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must consider a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If the spirits had a hard time communicating, their messages must be important&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The spirits did not give a specific time the accident would happen&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Were the people, in life, overly concerned with saftey?&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Is there something you'd do differently for the saftey of this car, after you heard the message?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; Personally, I err on the side of caution, but I can understand this woman's persistance - as it can be hard to find a good bargain on a car.. it's good that she mailed me and asked for assistance. At the moment I am not charging for spirit communication, as I want to develop more relationships with spirits, as well as more experience; so it cost her nothing. A wise choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly hope that she makes the right decision, but I also know that her guardian spirits will help her either way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-113460642833593170?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113460642833593170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113460642833593170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2005/12/ghosts-that-find-it-hard-to.html' title='Ghosts that find it Hard to Communicate: And the Importance of Heeding the Warnings of These Spirits'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-113416199978415780</id><published>2005-12-09T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T16:00:00.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peripherals</title><content type='html'>(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry it's been so long since my last post, my health is still pretty bad and I need to take it easy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us have seen these spirits: Peripherals are my (maybe someone else has come up with this too..?) way of calling those ghosts you see at the corner of your vision (peripheral vision). They skit by, shadows or true forms of people, things, colours.&lt;br /&gt;Peripherals - from what I gather through experience and deduction-  are spirits that have enough energy to manifest themselves into your subconscious, but not enough to manifest directly into your conscious (those can manifest directly into your frontal field of vision).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How can you get a clearer view of Peripherals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I do readings, Peripherals are many in number! If you catch me looking blankly forwards, I'm most likely trying to see what the spirits are doing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By getting into a slower and more meditative state of mind, one is able to get more in touch with one's subconscious&lt;/span&gt; - and these peripherals can then becoming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clearer, more visible, and understandable..&lt;/span&gt; that is, if you are trained enough - you can actually hear them. These are usually the spirits that I hear during normal Tarot readings, or on an everyday basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-113416199978415780?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113416199978415780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113416199978415780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2005/12/peripherals.html' title='Peripherals'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-113246680163580555</id><published>2005-11-23T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T19:06:28.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Tantrums</title><content type='html'>Just like any humans, there are easy-going spirits, and their are spirits that just can't control their emotions. They take things to heart, too seriously, and make mountains out of mole hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, through the process of dying and learning the mysteries that lay beyond (if they so choose to discover, they can learn more and more) - there is a certain number of those bad people that become good people.. so the good thing about the afterlife is that there are less "morons" there, then there are living.. so breathe a sigh of relief ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those spirits who remain untouched by the miracles beyond, their time can sometimes be spent "haunting" houses, people, places, and objects. They can hold on to these things with bullheaded tooth and nail. They will, theoretically, get to the "light" place in the afterlife - but some of them can take quite a long time of nasty behavior before they get to that stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost Tantrums are just the same as human tantrums - a lot of energy that comes from frustration, feeling like they aren't being heard, or anger. In hauntings, doors can be slammed, things can be broken, the room temperature can drop, you can suddenly feel very angry for no reason - or very afraid.. Many people that contact me with hauntings have that emotionally uncharacteristic change when the ghost is on its tantrum, and this is the ghost's broadcast of its own feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you do when ghosts do this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, getting frustrated or angry will make the spirit angrier or it will please the spirit and consequently encourage this behavior in the future. It's best to try to "listen" to any of the emotions you feel during this time, to any words that are being projected, or to what the spirit is actually doing. If it's continuously dropping a framed picture of you and your current boyfriend - it may be a protective spirit telling you to get away from this person. If it's continuously throwing a calendar off the wall, be careful to check your calendar/agenda - are you missing something, forgetting something? If the spirit makes you feel lonely, or you feel intensely loneliness for no reason, the spirit could be feeling alone. Then you might want to talk to it, tell it to go to the light place. Or it may be telling you that you are missing a part of your life, that you need to fill. Sometimes it's a family member telling you to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, find out what it wants, who it is. Or you can just tell the ghost to go away, if it feels very negative. (Personally I always find out who it is and what it wants, in case it is a family spirit.) If you don't have time to find out who/what it is, and it's just completely bothersome - do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In a firm yet polite voice, tell the spirit to go to the place of light, to leave you alone. Tell it you appreciate it trying to warn you, but you can't understand it - so there's no point in trying! Then, tell it goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the tantrums persist, well it's good to get someone who can talk to spirits (me for example, or a local psychic/medium) to find out what it wants. Usually if it's just a "what does it want" - I don't charge, since it doesn't take up much time/energy on my part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-113246680163580555?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113246680163580555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113246680163580555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2005/11/ghost-tantrums.html' title='Ghost Tantrums'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-113103438481478789</id><published>2005-11-20T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:01:45.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful Great Grandfather</title><content type='html'>For two years I was plagued with an old man's spirit, who bombarded me with hyperreal dreams of an ex-boyfriend, visions of fear, and almost constant nagging: help my kin. Not in those words, as he didn't speak any English. He spoke Spanish, because he was Puerto Rican. This man scared me beyond words sometimes, hanging outside my window (which is on the second floor) and generally popping up in strange places, in very shocking speed and energy. A very potent spirit. He would appear as black as tar, with no facial features sometimes - and at times he even left a trail of the black stuff.. it of course was spiritual and disappeared shortly thereafter. At the time, I had no clue how to contact my ex boyfriend, it took me quite some time to find him, and build up the courage to reach out and tell him what had happened. Luckily, he's a very spiritual person, and totally welcomed this with open arms - as did his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I found out more about this older male, I realized what he had wanted: he had a treasure to his name that he wanted his family to have. A specific member of the family, his great grandson. How did we know it was this man's great great grandfather? The more I described the man, and the name I gave (which shall remain anonymous here) the more the puzzle began to come together. My ex's (we shall call him Theo, as ex is cold) aunt sent him a picture of this man, then to me, and right away I could tell it was him... well, duh, I'd been seeing him almost every day for two years!!! The story began to take shape. This man was prominent in Puerto Rico, Theo's great grandfather had indeed the means to compile this treasure he spoke of so importantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got together as soon as it was possible, and got more details about it. We had lots of notes, and my hand drew a map through automatic writing - I let the great great grandfather take hold of my hand and draw out what he wanted. This map was apparently quite similar to a major city in PR, and the information I gave was specific in some parts. Now, it isn't easy when the spirit doesn't speak English or French, as I can't understand Spanish very well - only what I can compile from what little Latin I know, and what words sound similar in French and English. However, the words I was able to relay to Theo's family meant something (I can't remember what it is now, hopefully they still have the notes somewhere, although Theo's informed me that the notes are lost..) and the story continued to get more and more detailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theo's Grandmother could sense him too, and this man seemed to also be tormenting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, there were some darker chapters in the great-great grandfather's story. A murdered man, who also helped during the reading, as he knew a little bit of English and could help translate a few words. The Great Great Grandfather had a thick accent and was a fast talker, and the murdered man had forgiven him, but was still afraid of this G-Grandfather. Why? Because the G.Grandfather had allegedly killed him - and had never been charged with it. Although, I must point out, the G.Grandfather was not in a hell-like place, he was OK with the murder somehow, perhaps due to being sociopathic, or perhaps he had "done his time" and gotten over the guilt, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found details of the treasure, and the old man's spirit then started attacking Theo - as if here were angry, I think he wanted everyone to take him (the old man) seriously... and I think he also wanted to let us know that it was him that was contributing to Theo's illness. He wanted everyone's attention, and he wanted the treasure to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits can often do outrageous, cruel, and terrifying things to get your attention. Not all ghosts have the power to back these "threats" up, and merely telling them to get lost will do the trick.. however, some spirits do have enough energy to do damage - as this Great-Grandfather was making Theo more ill (and perhaps caused the illnesses in the first place). Part of me wonders if the damage will ever fully leave him, but I always pray/commune that he does.. and really that's all one can do in such a situation. Usually a medium worth her/his salt will be able to tell a powerful spirit from a yappy bark-worse-than-bite ghost - so it's best to consult someone. I don't charge for that kind of consultation, as it's easy, fast - and doesn't drain me, so this isn't an advert ;)  Don't play DIY Exorcist!! You can just piss the spirit off more, and get yourself in a world of hurt. The angrier spirits get, usually the more they can manifest their will. Contrary to this, when spirits are at their most peaceful and joyful - they can manifest their most positive will. Usually at-peace spirits appear less often, if at all, as they have come to terms with the universe and their own purpose... and therefore understand the innate perfection of everything contained therein. I'm surely not close enough to that, but at-peace spirits have often shared their perfect bliss (albeit momentarily) with me. Stunning! Anyways, that's for another post... now I'm just rambling ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To this date the treasure has not been found, but the old man has not contacted me since the "séance".) I will keep you up to date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-113103438481478789?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113103438481478789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113103438481478789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2005/11/powerful-great-grandfather.html' title='Powerful Great Grandfather'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-113078323559303810</id><published>2005-10-31T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:27:15.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Samhain</title><content type='html'>Otherwise known as Halloween, All Hallow's Eve (since Nov 1st is All Hallow's or All Saints day), etc, Samhain is a day to honor the dead. It is a day to speak to them, clear unfinished business with them, say what you couldn't say to them when they were alive... it's a day where you recognize them for protecting you all year round!! And, for me, I am especially thankful, as they help me even more by communicating with me and showing me the Other Side.&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally, you're supposed to leave a light by the window to help Lost Souls find their way home (Jack-o-Lanterns' origins). You're supposed to bake delicious goods and lay them out for a feast of the dead. But what else can you do?&lt;br /&gt;You can spend a quiet hour alone with photographs of deceased loved ones, and speak to them one by one - or collectively -  and express your continuing love for them, and appreciation for all that they do, even if you don't always know what it is. Spirits work hard, and they work in obscurity most of the time, so usually their hard work goes unnoticed. Spirits can also get lonely for their family, so let them know you're still around, and that you welcome them to spend time in your home, and around you.&lt;br /&gt;You can also help the living. Contact living family members that you haven't talked to in a while, especially older or sicker family members that may be lonely or unable to participate in their favorite seasonal activities. Write letters to loved ones. The best way to make strong bonds in the next life, is to strengthen the bonds in this life. Let people know that you care.&lt;br /&gt;Another great way to spend this time is to think of what you want to accomplish before you die. Meditating on death is a religion for some Eastern folks, and it is a very intelligent way to remember our temporary existence in the flesh here. Enjoy yourself, don't deny yourself harmless pleasures. The greatest rule of all: do what you will, as long as you're not hurting anyone. Eat some chocolates in a sudsy bubble bath while listening to your favorite music. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween, and a Meaningful Samhain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-113078323559303810?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113078323559303810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113078323559303810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2005/10/importance-of-samhain.html' title='The Importance of Samhain'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-113061443739898046</id><published>2005-10-29T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T15:33:57.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FAQ: Do my own family ghosts come to visit me?</title><content type='html'>Yes! All the time.&lt;br /&gt;Here is an example of apowerful  family-spirit filled time.&lt;br /&gt;The day that my Grandfather died, recently, I saw the beloved spirit of my Grandmother, who died of ALS when I was young. She was standing by my Mother's bedside (there was no one in the room) and seemed to be "taking care" of someone. Instantly I knew that my Grandfather's time was coming, and probably that day. Why? Well she was a full blown apparition... and usually I don't see apparitions very often. I see spirits, I sense spirits, but rarely do you see a dead person standing in your Mother's bedroom. It does happen, however, that spirits can muster up enough energy to manifest themselves, however - usually they do it to pack a punch of meaning.&lt;br /&gt;We knew my Grandfather was going to die soon, but not that soon, and my Grandmother communicated to me that it was time, and that I should be brave for my Mother. I let her know by nodding, and she disappeared. I merely told my Mom that I saw my Grandmother, as I usually tell her when I sense Grandma, and went to my room to collect myself.&lt;br /&gt;Shorltly after my Grandfather died, before I knew it as a fact (before my uncle called me) - I heard his voice say a very familiar phrase to me, one that always made me laugh when he said it, and in his powerful voice (in French) - and I knew. My uncle called five minutes later to tell me my Grandfather was dead, and that was that. I already knew, but it's still not easy - even when you know they're in a better place. I would have posted about this earlier, but it was still too fresh/too hard. Now that everyone is starting to heal a bit, it's easier to write about.&lt;br /&gt;All though that week, family spirits were with me. No more apparitions, but many spirits. My Aunt Cecile sat next to me on the whole 8 hour ride up, who had died of breast cancer. I hadn't known her well in life, but I'd seen her several times as a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;During the wake, the entire funeral home was filled with spirits, some that I knew, some that I didn't. The strangest part was - that there were no ghosts in the church for the funeral. It's been suggested to me that it's hallowed ground, and therefore spiritual energy isn't as easily percieved, or that there was just too much spiritual activity to pick out one or two spirits, or that there was a much more powerful force in the church to allow me to see it.&lt;br /&gt;Another example.&lt;br /&gt;I have to visit the doctor's office many times during the year... at least 7 or 8. Each time is difficult for me, emotionally and physically, and I always tend to have a bit of a panic attack. I hate being a chronically  ill person, but I have accepted it and try to stay strong. Sometimes my strength fails me, and I just want to run out of the office and cry like a baby - but then, the spirit of my Grandmother and deceased pet dog come to comfort me. They slow down my heart rate, and anchor me down. My Grandmother has always told me to stay strong, that she's always around.&lt;br /&gt;Your family members may be doing the same thing, open your heart and your mind to that possibility, and PAY ATTENTION! Sometimes it may seem like you're in a day dream, or hallucinating, but family spirits are always trying to contact youduring these hard times. I've seen it time and again, spirits crowding around someone, frustrated that they can't be heard. Sometimes I want to yell out what the spirits are trying to say, but I have learned to hold my tongue - as many people get angry if you tell them you're a medium. "How dare you?" or "Are you mental?" Those are my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;It's best during hard times to look for signs also. Spirits can subtly manipulate their physical environment, not always enough to manifest themselves, but most times they're able to scramble a tv signal or radio signal, or even make something fall off the table or wall. Sometimes they're able to move photographs in frames, or even move your mirror in your car to warn you of coming danger. As a medium, I've learned to abandon myself to their subtle ways. In future posts I will give suggestions on how to be more receptive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-113061443739898046?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113061443739898046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113061443739898046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2005/10/faq-do-my-own-family-ghosts-come-to.html' title='FAQ: Do my own family ghosts come to visit me?'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-113054387284281667</id><published>2005-10-28T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T15:11:02.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwanted Communication: Wilhelm of the SS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2506/1168/1600/Bittrich.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2506/1168/320/Bittrich.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night, at a rare person-to-person reading, as I'm quite ill lately... but this friend came all the way from another country (which I thought meant the US, but it turned out to be South Africa) - and was friends with one of my closest highschool friends, and I had strong painkillers - So I went. I don't regret it, all except for Wilhelm.&lt;br /&gt;A man in a very familiar uniform was standing to my right, and to the woman's left - I assumed it was a spirit connected to her, until I realized he was looking at all of us around the table (5 in all).&lt;br /&gt;"I am Wilhelm," he said, "and I am of the SS." He made my skin crawl. He said 164 - which I thought to be 164 confirmed kills, but I haven't been able to find that number. He wouldn't leave the table, and kept insisting that I listen to him. His face looked as if it'd be burnt with acid. Very proud of his medals, and his rank in the SS (which was high).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I had a nasty migraine, one of the worst I'd ever had, so I didn't have time to research until now. Rarely do I find historical ghosts at my side, and even more rarely are they as unsavory as this Wilhelm character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this man? It was suggested that he is Wilhelm Bittrich, and when I saw his picture - I knew it was him instantly. SS, Wilhelm, the same face, same uniform.. Commander of the 2nd SS Panzer Corps, a heavily decorated officer. This picture isn't the best one of what he looked like in the reading, but it suits the personality that came through! He died when he was 85 years old in 1979...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't help certain spirits, and this is one of them! I wanted to publish this small article to let those at the table know who this man was- but I don't want to give him too much "air time" as this may be what he wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-113054387284281667?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113054387284281667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113054387284281667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2005/10/unwanted-communication-wilhelm-of-ss.html' title='Unwanted Communication: Wilhelm of the SS'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-113020390557970406</id><published>2005-10-25T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T12:27:21.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lafleche Caves, Gatineau Area, Quebec</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2506/1168/1600/IM003053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2506/1168/320/IM003053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a recent visit to Lafleche Caves, I was surprised to find that I discovered more than bats and a little claustrophobia - but a multitude of spirits! I couldn't wait to share this with you. If you are interested in the website of the cave, please &lt;a href="http://www.aventurelafleche.ca/en/caverne.php?lang=fr"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; for their official website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;To the left is a map of where the caves are. To the right is a picture of the opening of the cave.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2506/1168/1600/cavemap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2506/1168/320/cavemap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I didn't see any ghosts at all, maybe because I was focusing more on adjusting to the darkness. We were with a tour of school children (if you book a tour, try booking it with a lot of adults, less screaming and what not.. hehe). Then, after the steep ascent up some very difficult steps (more of a ladder, although &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have a physical disability - my friends found it pretty easy), I began to sense them all around me.&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, there was a little person. At first I thought it was a very short adult that had snuck onto the tour, but as I noticed they seemed to travel through the cave walls - I soon realized that it was a spirit. It was very perplexed that I could see it, I think it was a male - a hunter, a very old hunter from the turn of the 20th century.&lt;br /&gt;Next, I could sense a younger spirit, which later the great tour guide informed us might have been a little girl who passed away in the cave - before the current management, now they have helmets and security measures. After my trip to the cave, I did a meditation on the younger spirit, and saw a thin - very blonde - little girl, with trauma to the head, collarbone, and an arm or a leg - it was hard to tell. She was happy and playful, and wore a pink sweater and blue pants, white sneakers, and cute little white and pink socks. I asked her why she stayed there - to this she responded "the Bats". And she was done talking with me. In the cave there are adorable tiny bats, (which my friend took pictures of - &lt;a href="http://silverstar78.blogspot.com/"&gt;click here to visit the site, &lt;/a&gt; and see her great photos of the cave) so I am assuming the little girl either protects them, or enjoys their company. Spirits can sometimes hang around between this world and the next (they don't have to make a choice, they can travel from one place to the other) and become enamored with certain objects, beings, or places. In hauntings, the spirits can become overprotective, too territorial, or just plain greedy - and want to drive any threats to their status quo away.&lt;br /&gt;The spirit that struck me the most was an old man in the exit chamber - the largest chamber that holds the natural ice sculptures in the wintertime. He wore a helmet, and sat on a rock. He had white hair, wore glasses or goggles, had blue eyes or blue-aqua, and seemed to really love it that we were there. He seemed to love that the kids enjoyed it so much, and he also enjoyed the tour guide's words, listening to him with great interest - even though he'd heard the story many times over. He wore a dark parka (blue I think), and dark pants, and was a very positive spirit. He had a great attachment to the cave. Upon exiting, I told the guide about this man, to which he suggested that it might be Mr. Lefleche himself, who really wanted the cave to succeed and be seen. I felt that this was correct, as the spirit seemed pleased with that.&lt;br /&gt;When the guide talked about the hotel that was on the premises before, I felt some angry spirits, I'm not sure why - I wasn't able to contact the spirits much more. One was Native American, very tall, and wore a light brown leather jacket/coat. Very soft coat. The other was a French-Canadian male, around 5"8 with a ruddy complexion, he was missing his left front teeth, and had short brown hair and aqua/green eyes. Those were the stronger of the spirits that were upset at the mention of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;This cave is certainly a spiritual hotspot, and I look forward to seeing it again. I haven't felt this level of activity in years, the sheer strength of the spiritual energy was felt all around the grounds of the park. This hidden gem is on my list of places to photograph for spirits. If you visited my friend's website, there is one picture where there are so-called "orbs" - I usually don't subscribe to this idea, but since the photo was taken in the room with the highest level of activity - I may just change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- This article is posted with the permission of the Lafleche Caves management :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-113020390557970406?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113020390557970406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113020390557970406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2005/10/lafleche-caves-gatineau-area-quebec.html' title='Lafleche Caves, Gatineau Area, Quebec'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-113012404245820680</id><published>2005-10-23T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:26:30.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Heaven", Suffering, and Creation</title><content type='html'>The best part of what I do is glimpsing the "other side". Most of the time it's the same thing - the same glorious, beautiful, utopian place. Once in a while, as mentioned previously, I find disturbing images, but I always feel that these disturbing places are never without an exit to the wonderful universe that some call Heaven. Summerland. Shangrila.. whatever you call it, it exists, and many witnesses all claim to have seen/experienced pretty much the same thing. People on the brink of death, sensitives, full blown mediums, people pulled back from death, children, and all sorts of folk have experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never too hot or too cold, there is golden sunlight which isn't too bright. There are lush trees, grasses, flowers, a simply delightful breeze that passes through one's hair. It smells lightly of flowers (many say gardenias), and there's always a pleasant openness to the air - so fresh and vast. There are buildings here, in most accounts - including mind and many other people I have heard from. Red brick buildings, farm houses, homes.. true homes with love and a warm hearth. There is no pain, no fatigue. There are many people, but there is also a vastness to the place that lets you understand that you can be alone whenever you want. There are animals of every kind here. And yes, animals DO have souls/spirits - whatever we have that passes to this place, they have.&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends are here, healthy and happy to see you, long lost ones - ancestral souls that have been keeping an eye on you since your birth. Long dead pets are in their prime. It's true what they say - they're all waiting for you. They gossip amongst themselves as to when you'll finally come home, but are glad for as-long-as-possible lives. Happy healthy lives. &lt;br /&gt;This place can be accessed through dreams, as many people - and possibly you have experienced. It can be pushed upon you by positive spirits that are trying to cheer you up, or give you enough strength to carry on. It is seen by mediums/psychics during readings pertaining to the deceased, which is why I started doing it publicly... as I can't get enough of the energy that this place holds. Meditation, deep trance, and contemplation of this place sometimes grant you access.. it's brief but very potent every time.&lt;br /&gt;It's not all the same everywhere in this place... I see the bright sunny place (which I think is best described as Summerland by certain pagan faiths) as a vestibule to the different places one can aspire to. A home base. A starting point on the great adventure that awaits us. It's like a tree trunk on which you can climb to the various branches of reality that span into eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is more powerful than a glimpse of this place, and nothing heals like it either. The feeling in the air of this place is that of a really good belly laugh, a hug from your favorite loved ones, a smile of a child.. It's hard not to want to go there right away, but we must understand that our lives now define who we'll be in this Summerland and beyond. We must not leave it early unless it is absolutely what we need to do, otherwise we will miss out on the formation of our souls.&lt;br /&gt;We are clay in this world, to be molded into a very unique configuration - as unique as possible - so that the tapestry of existence is that much more perfect. Our current suffering is not without purpose, every little tear or moan you shed will serve you well in the next world. It develops your compassion, your ethics, your vision of what you are, it develops your true desires and aspirations. Each choice we make is like a brushstroke on the canvas of our souls... without being unique, eternity would be bland, boring, and very much the silent vacuum which we all instinctively fear - that blinking out into nothingness.. Now is the time of building our characters, and death is our birth into Summerland's endless stories, games, dramas, and the formation of an endless family tree of interest. Now we are being carved by our own hands, and the hands of fate.&lt;br /&gt;I believe Eve's bite of the apple was a metaphor for her true knowledge that in order to have interest in eternal existence, there needed to be pain. Suffering. Challenge. The tools for carving truly unique characters. We are one, separated into many, continuously creating new worlds on the Tree of the afterlife. Our lessons are not to teach us to be better people, but to teach us who we are - us as individuals. And through that knowledge, we can truly create a continuously created collective consciousness that is Heaven, forever changing with each new soul.&lt;br /&gt;Without self-definition, individualizing of the One, there would be oblivion. Nothingness. Not even the black of space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's one Medium's belief - of course coloured by the many spirits I have conversed with. What you decide comes after this life - is what will define your particular stitch in the wondrous tapestry of the One that is Many. What you come to know as your Self will carry on after this, forever changing with each breath you take - and each step you take in the next life. Isn't it grand? Sure makes suffering a lot easier to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-113012404245820680?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113012404245820680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/113012404245820680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2005/10/heaven-suffering-and-creation.html' title='&quot;Heaven&quot;, Suffering, and Creation'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-112951894078445052</id><published>2005-10-16T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T23:15:40.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a short break</title><content type='html'>Due to some family issues, I'm going to be taking a short break from blogging - I will return as soon as possible. Until then, hugs :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-112951894078445052?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/112951894078445052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/112951894078445052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2005/10/taking-short-break.html' title='Taking a short break'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-112932187784048261</id><published>2005-10-14T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T16:31:17.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Scares: Insomnia Buddy</title><content type='html'>Not every scary moment is bad... sometimes spirits just surprise me. I stay up fairly late due to my chronic sleeping problems, I lay on the comfy couch and surf through the channels, click, click click.. infomercial, women exploiting themselves, news headlines... click, click.. weather channel, click..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of these times my back hurt immensly from my pain disorder, and I was rubbing my back and watching South Park. Yes, I have bad taste.. that's not the scary part ;) - I continued to rub my back when on my shoulders I felt a squeeze, like someone was about to give me a neck massage - so I wondered if someone had caught me awake and was patting me on the shoulder. I turned around, and no one was there.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, when I see ghosts, they're NOT apparitions - that is, you can't see them with your normal vision, but a kind of secondary vision (second sight). You see them very differently. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it going into the kitchen - and thought someone was getting themselves a glass of water or something for an upset stomach or sore head.&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?" I asked semi-aloud as not to wake the other remaining member of my family.&lt;br /&gt;No answer, but I could hear breathing and the shuffling of bare feet on the tile flooring. I went into the kitchen (I always leave a small light in there when I'm watching tv) and found no one to be there, looked in the connecting sun room - no one there. You can probably see where this is going?&lt;br /&gt;I then saw from the corner of my eye that there was someone standing in the living room. The first thought that went through my mind was: burglar. Because this didn't look like anyone living in my home! I jumped with surprise, saw that I could see the tv through it, and then finally realized it was an apparition. It promptly vanished, but then I could feel it going around the room nervously.&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay," I said, my heart pounding from that earlier fright, "I thought you were a burglar." It's always best to talk out loud to spirits, as sometimes they don't see body language - or read people in other ways very well. Most or all spirits, I'd say, respond to clear speech.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't reappear, but the entire night I could feel a friendly presence in the room. That's a good tip - if the ghost "feels" friendly, like you're sitting in the room with an old friend or a nice neighbor, it's good. If it feels like you're in the room with an ex boyfriend/girlfriend you hate-  it's time to tell it to go away and stay gone. Those spirits have a lot of issues and need to work their issues out... unless you can help them, but usually they have things they need to work out on their own. And usually they'll come to mediums/psychics, people that can hear/see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while I'll feel this ghost around. Someday I'll tell you about the Price is Right ghost ... which is quite a good read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-112932187784048261?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/112932187784048261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/112932187784048261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-scares-insomnia-buddy.html' title='Happy Scares: Insomnia Buddy'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-112921495267118441</id><published>2005-10-13T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T10:49:13.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FAQ: Have you ever seen Hell?</title><content type='html'>I think so... although it wasn't like fire and brimstone or devils and such. Let me tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in question had done some rather regrettable things in his life - which I will omit here since detail will make him or the person who got me to do the reading. I doubt she'd want to have this public!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tried to contact the man - it came in stages. At first, I could feel utter confusion, panic, feelings of being utterly lost. Secondly, I saw him in a tattered business suit - it was grey with a white shirt and I'm not sure what colour the tie was. Next, I saw his wrist, he was handcuffed to a briefcase. Then finally came the vision that I certainly will never be able to get out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a world of grey rock, black sky, like the surface of the moon I suppose. The terrain was very jagged, and it looked like a mix of lime-stone and perhaps concrete, crumbly yet hard to the touch. I could smell that there was a fire nearby (yep, you can smell in these visions), and it wasn't cold in this place- nor was it hot. It was warm, room temperature. The man wasn't suffering because of the terrain, he was suffering because he was lost. There was an odd lighting in this place, kind of like the lighting at night at a car dealership - you know, well lit by high-up spotlights? But you couldn't see the light sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man had no idea he was dead, that was the scary part. He thought he was still alive, and had to get home - and he had to keep the contents of that briefcase safe. He never showed me what was in the briefcase, he guarded it very carefully "with his life". He didn't communicate very much to me, because he was in a hurry to find his way. I could sense his desperation. He wasn't angry, frustrated, or any other easy emotion - it was all fear and anxiety, but mostly fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where am I?" He kept asking, although I wasn't sure if he was asking me. I told him that he was dead, assured him that he didn't have to stay there, but he wouldn't hear anything of it. He had somewhere to be, and he was important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After the session was over, I reconnected with this vision briefly - although I tried very hard to stay in it (which was probably the big mistake) - and saw that he was still wandering.) His "sins" on Earth had been too much for him, the woman said, he knew he was guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion on the matter is that people who do bad things generally beat themselves up over it. This man regretted, and his remorse was keeping him hostage until he was able to come to terms with it, I hope.. I hope he gets out of there. The feelings of utter loneliness were unbearable, but made me appreciate my own life a lot more. The impression, unspoken, that I got from this place was that it was created by something other than himself, but imposed by him... and that it wouldn't be permanent, but he had a long ways to go. I got the impression that there was love behind this place, but also a great dark warning: do bad things that you know are wrong, and you'll spend a lot of time making it up to yourself. Another impression I got was that the person (and persons around that person - ie. family and friends) that he'd wronged were watching him. Yes, there was a horrible feeling of being watched by vengeful eyes and listened by angry ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, this place was almost deafeningly silent, apart from the man's own breathing and heartbeat - and the occasional slight avalanche of tiny pebbles. And there were no stars in the black sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-That's one version of the "Hell" places I've seen. Utopia is much nicer to talk about, but that's for a non-October Post. I like to keep it freaky during this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-112921495267118441?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/112921495267118441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/112921495267118441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2005/10/faq-have-you-ever-seen-hell.html' title='FAQ: Have you ever seen Hell?'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-112913597803199658</id><published>2005-10-12T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:01:14.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Floating Woman</title><content type='html'>Once, when I was at the Café doing readings, I was doing a routine Tarot reading when there appeared something which chills me to this day. It was an old woman, very white skin, white hair, and no eyes. Her hair was streaming as if it were underwater, floating with unseen currents, and she hovered about ten to fifteen centimeters from the ground. She "stared" in my direction. There was no real colour, it was like looking at a black and white movie - only with a tinge of blue, a very light tinge of blue. Her dress was tattered, torn or moth-eaten, and she was either missing all of her teeth - or they were not visible from my point of veiw. She was barefoot, and not wearing any jewelry. Her hair was long.&lt;br /&gt;As I continued the reading, it became harder and harder for me to concentrate, and finally I asked the woman if she was easily frightened, or if fear/anxiety would make her ill, or if he didn't want to hear about ghosts. I asked in that order, waiting to get the okay before asking each successive question - never, ever, tell someone that a ghost is hovering behind them. It's quite traumatizing for some, and they might not be able to sleep for a week.&lt;br /&gt;It turns out I wasn't the first to see this particular spirit, and in fact others had seen this ghost. And the querant had been having problems with a certain creepy feeling that wouldn't leave her be.&lt;br /&gt;Some ghosts, like this one, will not communicate directly. They won't use words or easily understandable concepts/images. This spirit just looked freaky and hovered, and I have never been able to communicate with her again. In these times, I don't force communication - if the spirit wants to say something, it'll say something. I think the girl needed to know that there was a spirit, I think she knew what it meant to have this spirit near her - but she wasn't going to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Keep in mind I'm giving you the spookiest stories this October, there are plenty more non-creepy stories I must relay, but I thought you'd enjoy these ones in the spirit of Halloween. On the 31st-3rd of Nov, I will talk about honoring the dead, thus my spookies will be less frequent..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-112913597803199658?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/112913597803199658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/112913597803199658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2005/10/old-floating-woman.html' title='Old Floating Woman'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-112913057152836804</id><published>2005-10-12T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T11:24:03.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaty</title><content type='html'>Oftentimes, spirits will come to me directly, telling me I have to communicate with this person or that person - and they will NOT leave me alone until I do it. If I try to ignore them, bad things happen... so I tend to take care of it right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One spirit, which I call&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Meaty&lt;/span&gt;, used to stand at my doorway at night - skinless - or at at the dinner table, he'd stare at me. Something horrible had obviously happened to him. He would just stand there, staring, and you could hear him breathing if you closed your eyes. Sometimes he would leave when I asked, but other times he would be so irate that he'd just end up standing closer to me. He knew that it bothered me the closer he got. The bad thing is, I have no clue who he is - so once in a while he comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I know about him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that: his skin was burned off, he wore a blue (dark blue-teal) over-all uniform, with a little stylized white "A" on the left breast. Luckily, sometimes he'd be wearing this, so I wouldn't be freaked out (I'm only guessing). He's French, his name is Gui or Jean-Gui. He had brown hair, brown-gold eyes, and a wide nose. He had stubby fingers. He also worked in a very hot place, perhaps with smelting - but I'm far from sure about that smelting part. He had size 11 shoes. He had fairly hairy legs. He was married, a yellow gold wedding band. I'm not sure if he had kids, but he didn't hate children. Something was wrong with his lower lip during life. Maybe he had it pierced/cut or he had oral herpes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now of course I don't always call him Meaty.. that would be cruel. Only when he scares me, which is 80% of the time he contacts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point I will put up a way of contacting me, so if you know Gui, I would really love to know who he is so I can get his message across.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-112913057152836804?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/112913057152836804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/112913057152836804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2005/10/meaty.html' title='Meaty'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-112908377689368648</id><published>2005-10-11T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:22:56.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bone Breaker</title><content type='html'>Not all spirits I've encountered are benign. Some are downright terrifying. One ghost was haunting a condominium in the downtown area of the city I live in, and its residents were scared stiff. To date, three people have come to me with tales of this particular part of town, with the same story, and the same fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The modus operandi of this particular spirit was thus: at first the residents would hear loud stomping in the other room or the other floor, or next door. Very loud, like a grown person was stomping on the ground. Then, the spirit would let itself known through various vocalizations (talking, yelling, moaning, whispering). Then the encounters would get violent and physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One couple came to me telling me that the spirit had broken the leg of one of the residents. An unexplained break. They didn't tell me a lot about what lead to this violent outburst, or too many of the details, but they wanted to know more about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summoning a spirit is not what I'd call difficult, someone could do it more easily than tripping over your own shoe laces. Spirits don't live in 3d space like we do, they don't have to take a bus to get to where you are. They CAN wander if they like, in the 3d space, however usually they tend to walk in a different plane of existence. Anyways, back to the record:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't hard to get to him. Five feet eleven inches, I knew this because of a cupboard that was nearby and someone I knew had stood next to it at about six feet tall, and this spirit was an inch or so shy of it. Dark, I could only see a shadow - not anything distinguishing, more like a silhouette. His hair was wild, that I could tell, shaggy. His clothes were baggy. He was angry - that was not hard to tell.  He had died or been buried underneath the building complex, which was no surprised since downtown Ottawa is a graveyard of those whom died building the Rideau Canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all I was able to get that session. The next time someone approached me about this same spirit (uncanny similarities and when I called to him, he was the same) I got a little more information. He had not been buried like he wanted to, and none of his family knew how he had died. Drinking had been involved, sluggishly he and other workers had continued to do their work - a tool was accidentally embedded into his head, I think a pick-axe but I could be wrong - it felt like a pick-axe.. (I'll explain how they show me in another post). Anyways, they had buried him before anyone knew what happened, as one of his co-worker's had been the accidental culprit. He was drunk and the tool slipped. Not wanting to get into trouble or "slow things down" - they buried him in a muddy grave about one or two miles down the very unfinished canal. His family was told that he had deserted, disappeared, and his coworkers had never come forth with the truth. Something about his blood wasn't pure, I didn't understand exactly what he meant - was he ill? Point being, the coworkers didn't think that much of him because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's pretty pleased that his tale is getting out. I haven't heard more about that area of town since the session where he told us what happened, although I'm always a little apprehensive whenever anyone approaches me what that particular look on their face, or beginning their email with "my house is haunted".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think this creature is in a fire-pit or a black tar ocean of suffering souls, but whenever I see him, he's surely not in there. He was angry, not suffering. Wouldn't you be?  I have witnessed a very dark place, when I communicated with a client's ex-boyfriend serial killer. One of my more intense session, but that's for another post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17282943-112908377689368648?l=dedcon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/112908377689368648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17282943/posts/default/112908377689368648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dedcon.blogspot.com/2005/10/bone-breaker.html' title='Bone Breaker'/><author><name>Em</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17282943.post-112905173809506068</id><published>2005-10-11T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T13:28:58.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Communicative Babies</title><content type='html'>Frequently, I get parents who want to know what happened to their unborn child, or their stillborn child, or their child that died at a young age. This is most of the time a heart-wrenching session, other times the wounds have healed years before the parents have come to me - and they are just simply happy to know their child has passed on to a brighter place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Warning* This contains subject matter pertaining to deceased children, abortions, and abuse, please don't read if these subjects are sore points, or if you have solid beliefs that may cause you to be angry at me - because honestly, I'm too sick to deal with anger!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intense Communication:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A memorable session was when a mother and daughter wanted to know about their deceased daughter/sister. I remember lighting the candle (which is just a calming meditative tool, you don't need anything to communicate with the dead) and suddenly not being able to breathe.. it felt like there was a wet rope around my neck, tightening. I immediately asked the spirit to stop and told the two ladies what I had felt - and they informed me that the child had been strangled by the umbilical chord. The child then stopped all neck contact and seemed pleased that her presence was known and proved. I was a little upset that they hadn't told me, but I also understand that they need proof - ghosts love to show me how they died. It's like a badge of honor - a trophy, an anecdote that always gets peoples' attention. The child herself was beautiful, angelic. The family had a painting of an angel that they felt the deceased daughter would look like had she survived - and they were absolutely right, it looked just like that angel. I had seent his picture after the communication with their daughter/sister, so I was amazed at their ability to see what this girl did look like. Families have great connections with their dead, as their dead always seem to hang around during times of hardship. This little girl had always hung around her sister during hard times, and she loved her so dearly. Even though they couldn't communicate back to this little girl - she would always talk to them, especially in times they were in ill health or other times of crisis. Babies that die generally take on a protective role, a VERY protective roll - a guardian that usually is able to exert surprising amounts of energy in times of need. If I had to give a lable to them, I'd call them guardian angels, genderless, beautiful enlightened beings, with a little bit of mischief mixed in. Very playful. They usually like to play in my hair when I do this readings, which really feels ticklish and generally takes my nervousness down a peg - as I am generally nervous during these sessions. Not because of the spirits, but because of the family I am communicating for... as sometimes I can experience very scarey patrons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angry Babies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man, whom we will call Billy, came into my former place where I used to do Tarot Readings (at a Café) every week. He'd wait hours for me to get there. He smelled bad, looked bad, and I generally was frightened of him. Anyways, he'd always ask about his wife - (they were seperated) - he'd ask the same questions: "is she having sex with anyone" "is she dating anyone" and then he would leave angrily. I always saw these five black patches around him, these very disturbing black blobs that would attack his head, and he'd feel it to some extent because he would hold his head and get grumpier as they attacked him. During one of the last times he was allowed to come in (he was later banned for being threatening and stalking) he opened up and told me that the reason they had separated was that he had forced her to abort five pregnancies... five pregnancies that would have continued had it been up to her. As an abused woman, I suppose she didn't feel like she had a choice, which was dreadfully heartbreaking to hear. As he told me this, I understood what the five black blobs were - they were angry babies, avenging their mother, making sure that he kept away from her. I already knew that he should keep away from her by his ... "energy" and what he said to me, as well as the Tarot Cards generally hating him. When I understood, I communicated with the babies, and felt their anger, knew they were not going to leave him alone until he left their mother alone - and until she was safe forever from him. They didn't say very much to me, but I could feel their power/will wafting across the table like the smell of burning tar. They were pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aborted Babies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, not all aborted babies are black angry avengers. I have met a lot of women who come to me and cry that their religion states that their babies are in hell!! This is utterly ridiculous, as most unborn children are beautiful lights of peace and love. It all depends on why they died, how they died, and in what mindsets these things were done. Unborn children are very understanding. The five black blobs of anger that surrounded Billy did so to protect their mother and keep this foul abusive man away from her.  If a child was aborted in sickness, in crisis, to avoid grave sickness in the child - etc, they will understand. If a child was aborted due to abuse - ie. someone getting pushed down the stairs on purpose... well then they'll haunt the crap out of the person that did this. Oh yes, there are spirits that get angry. I'll tell you about the spirit that broke someone's leg later. Anyways, my personal views on the subject are very blurry, as I am not qualified to make decisions for other people - as I have not lived their lives - so please don't send me hate mail, as I will just delete it and ignore it, and you would have wasted your time. What I can tell you is what I have seen... and I have seen women destroyed by other people's beliefs that what they did was wrong. Their spirit babies feel sad that the women are so destraught, they stay around their mothers and comfort them, tied to this mourning cycle until their mothers are okay again. Which can take years, or even decades. I have seen nothing more dark than the pain of these mothers and their spirit mourners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thirty Years of Shared Suffering:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman came to me THIRTY years after she had to have an abortion at the tender age of 15, after being abused. Many of her family members stopped talking to her, treated her like a stain, ignored her pleas for help. When she sat in front of me, I didn't even have to ask her why she came, I just saw the great big ball of light next to her head, by her ear, and told her that her baby loves her more than anything. The baby knew the circumstances, but chose not to attack the family member that had abused her mother and fathered her. It was peaceful, loving, and mourning. It was one of the happiest beings I've ever communicated with. The woman, after thirty years, was still destroyed, alone, and abused. Happily, communicating with her child made her life take a turn for the better, and I only hear good news from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living Communication:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some babies, when they communicate, are alive, but unborn, and they can talk too. They don't say words, but they emanate light, pure emotion, and energy (as in vigor). They are potent potential energy waiting to explode in this world, or the next if they die before their time. I love being around pregnant women, the energy always lessens my physical discomforts caused by my disabilities. Some babies can also communicate if they are ill, if their mothers are ill, and other physical problems or concerns. This is rare, as usually pregnant mothers don't want to know too much - as they are too anxious already. 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