Over the years I have found that one of the most frustrating aspects of dealing with paranormal experiences is the inconsistency, especially pertaining to the ability to move objects.

Now as my understanding of how telekinesis works goes I believe that what paranormal beings achieve when moving objects may be more closely related to that talent than actually touching the material things of our world, but who can say for sure?

The point is that the ability to ask a being to move an object and actually have the event take place is a difficult task. It can happen, has happened and will again, but in many cases they seem to be either unable or unwilling to perform such tasks and for those looking for some hard evidence of a supernatural occurrence I know this can be very frustrating.

When I was young and first experimenting with what paranormal beings could do I got into the habit of playing board games with them. I would wait for a ghostly encounter of some kind and then request that the being present try to play along. For a short period of time, I was even able to include a trusted friend in this experience and the results for a time were amazing.

Though I am fairly certain most people would not consider a board game the most efficient piece of paranormal equipment I can assure you watching a piece move around a board or dice being overturned by an invisible force is a great deal of fun.

During one such instance my friend and I were lucky enough to get a few paranormal beings together to play the board game Life. It was such a delight to watch those brightly colored cars move about the board, though at times they toppled over once the pegs representing children were in place. The spinner seemed to present  a bit of a challenge for them, the turns were weak at best and in the end we offered to spin for them so they could achieve better turns on the wheel.

The experiences were important to me because they seemed to take away that barrier between our living world and wherever, or whatever, those beings were. For just a little while we were all just happy to be playing a game and having fun together. This gave me an unusual glimpse away from the way the paranormal is traditionally thought of into a possible future where these events aren’t so shrouded in mystery.

It has been an age since I was able to play a game with a being, but in remembering that brief time when we played so often I am compelled to attempt it again. I will let you know how it goes and I encourage you to give it a try the next time you have a visitor stop in who has some time to spare.

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.

-Seline

I believe it is worth noting that some paranormal beings love to move house keys. I really don’t understand it. I find that most of the beings who are quite talented at communicating are not the ones up to such games so I can’t ever really get a good lock on why this keeps happening, I only know it isn’t just me.

Over the years I have heard many stories of haunted homes and extraordinary paranormal events, but in the end it seems like everyone has at least one case of misplaced keys.

Personally I believe my best experience with this took place several years ago when I had possibly the worst head cold I have ever had in my life. It was the type we always refer to as the flu, though technically it isn’t and you feel like you’re head is going to implode or explode or some such disgusting catastrophe.

I was comfortably (as possible) situated in my garden room on a wonderfully cushy sofa surrounded by what I would have estimated at the time, about a thousand tissues trying to read and ignore my illness. As I turned a page in my book I noted something in my peripheral vision about four feet off of the ground: my keys. I remember at the time thinking not now.

My keys floated, (by some unknown capacity I have for telekinesis gone awry from sickness for all I know,) and then left the room into the hall. I honestly can’t say where they went exactly or for how long because a huffed and returned to reading…or my attempt to read. I think I may have shouted something after the invisible force like Why don’t you get me some soup while you’re at it! Maybe, it was a really bad cold. I can tell you that when I woke up later feeling marginally better the keys were hooked on large potted plant that hung from the ceiling. Very funny, I’m glad I spotted them quickly that time, in others I have not been so fortunate.

So whether or not socks get eaten in the dryer or sunglasses hide in cracks in the sofa I cannot say for sure, but if you’re veer missing your keys, don’t be too certain it’s your fault.

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.

-Seline

A long time ago, long before paranormal equipment was easy to find on the web, many people had to make do with their own methods of “proof.” Whether or not anything we have today, or had in the past, might actually be considered proof is for others to debate; however many of these tools can be useful, even if to make one feel as though they are not going insane.

Those that see ghosts often want to obtain something that they might show others so that the experience can be shared, or perhaps just relived later on without the too often creeping doubt that comes over time. I, like so many others felt the same way originally and it was during one particularly interesting session that I got a bit of advice from a being which I wouldn’t exactly classify as a ghost…but as to what precisely I cannot say.

The advice was fairly simple: Be Patient.

Whether they’re trying to gather energy to help supernatural events along, working through living people to heal, communicating with seers for online psychic readings, or manipulating objects in a room- it takes time. From everything we know it takes a great deal of energy and strength to accomplish the task we ask them to in order to obtain proof that something beyond just our own imaginations is taking place.

So the next time you’re trying to communicate and you ask for a sign, and sound, an image for your camera or a voice on your recorder…give them some time. In truth we have little idea what they go through just to perform these tricks and the last thing they need on top of it, is our impatience. I myself am blessed with a very patient nature, but at times I find myself frustrated by that ever present wall between our worlds. Learning to be patient with these events has allowed me to experience so many things I might have otherwise missed and for those of you still experimenting and exploring it may make all the difference in your experience.

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.

-Seline

Growing up we often went to our summer house just a week or two after school let out and I was often allowed to bring a friend. I have many happy memories of these summers; how they seemed to stretch out forever like completely separate countries where all of the rules changed. Bedtimes were extended and desserts more indulgent. There were no school uniforms and few plans, except the ones my friends and I would make the previous night in whispers, forgetting almost all of them by morning.

Each day could be a new adventure there and often was. So go the memories of childhood.

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One summer was particularly eventful for me for two reasons: one I was given a task to accomplish over the summer (which I was none too pleased about) and two, I saw paranormal activity close to our summer home, which had before seemed an escape from anything of the kind.

The task was to continue practicing my piano lessons for an end of the summer event in which I was to perform.  A piano had been brought in to the lower salon just for this purpose and I remember eyeing it with disdain. It seemed a dull and ridiculous thing in a place where freedom came in abundance and being lazy was almost a rule.

It was certainly not the first time music had been played in our home, I know the radio had been on during many warm evenings and my parents had hosted several small gatherings in my time which may have had musical accompaniment as well.

This was certainly the first time I had played anything in the house, being miserably unskilled at anything but the piano forte (and not much talented there either.) So it was that on the first evening when I sat down to practice that the strangeness began.

Now at this point in my life I had already experienced seeing ghosts a little, but that mainly consisted of animal spirits. The haunted locations we had lived at from time to time had never become active enough to be thought of as normal.

So there I was, relatively new to the world of ghosts in human form and frowning at the keys even as my hands swept over them.

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I was practicing Beethoven, the piece I was supposed to play. I liked it plenty when listening to it, but to actually play it made it lose its appeal. Each note was so familiar to me by then and yet I kept making mistake after mistake. I remember complaining aloud, especially because I was the only one in the room.

It was then that I noticed a piece of paper that had been laid on top the piano moving about. I glanced around me, but none of the windows were open and no fans were on in the room. I continued to play (badly) for another few minutes as I watched paper moved to and fro in time with the music. It seemed to be dancing.

In the shadowy room this moving paper took on an eerie quality that I don’t believe would have been so if it had been full daylight. I stopped all at once, bringing the notes to a harsh and abrupt ending. The paper fell immediately.

I waited for a time. Staring at the paper. When nothing happened I returned to my practicing and grumbling. The paper flew up again, twirling on only the edge of the sheet, spinning around and around and then sliding all of the way to the edge of the glossy wood.

I kept playing and watching. I knew the notes and keys well enough by then not to need the music entirely.

The paper floated from the piano and began whirling around the room. I kept playing.

As this continued for some time I began to see something around the paper and to notice that if one looked closely it did not appear as if the paper was dancing, but that something attached to it was.

After a while longer I could see the outline of a woman, holding the paper and dramatically spinning about the room. It was faint and difficult to see as the room became thick with shadows, but it was certainly there.

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I became aware after a few more minutes that I could hear someone, or something, humming the tune along with my playing and though I couldn’t be sure it was coming from the being dancing around the room, I guessed that it was.

In truth this all seemed like something out of a story book at the time. The shadowy room, the music, the whirling ghost. Only the paper in her hands kept making it real. You see it was a flyer, an advertisement that had been left by the moving company and the color was a shocking green that had no place in a story book ghost story.

Eventually I stopped playing. The ghost vanished and the paper fell to the floor.

I practiced again the following evening and the one after that. The being reappeared each time in the same way only varying her dance a little each time.

On the fifth night I asked my friend (who usually used my practice time to call home and check in with her own parents) to join me in the room. I should have warned her, but for some reason I thought it might not work if I did.

I played the song. The being whirled around the room with that same too bright green paper (I took it with me every night to keep it safe.) My friend was more than shocked, she ran from the room screaming. It took me a half an hour to find her and when I did she didn’t want to talk about it.

The next morning at breakfast my mother informed me that my friend had asked her if she could go home early and wanted to know if we had quarreled. I said we had not, but that perhaps it was too hot for her. This was easily accepted.

For the rest of the summer I practiced and the ghost would appear. I’m fairly certain it was a ghost, rather than some other sort of being. The way she seemed to remember the music made me feel as though she had once lived.

We never spoke and she never came at any other time of day. I practiced in the morning and as late at night as I was allowed, but it was only that late afternoon time of long shadows that would summon her to dancing, and the music that could keep her there.

This experience led to many more experiments with ghosts and other beings and their relationship to music. It is a fascinating thing that so many other worldly creatures seem greatly affected by it. I stopped playing piano after that year and I never saw the music ghost again, but she opened the door to a wonderful relationship between music and the paranormal that I would never forget.

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To read more fascinating stories of the paranormal being drawn to music and music-minded people I recommend taking a peek at Rock and Roll Ghost Stories. This book is a wonderful read, expertly edited by a friend of mine. It is full of real life hauntings that show more examples of just how much spirits can be drawn to the musical side of life. Look for it in stores October 2010.

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.

-Seline

A ghost apparition under glowing wreath
scattered sounds from a falling leaf
see spirits wander under rainy sheath
this real haunting from the world underneath
nothing remains but bone and teeth
all that is left of them to bequeath
dried up to dust and the thirsting heath
what lies beyond in the world underneath.

-Seline

Communicating with ghosts isn’t always the easiest thing in the world and getting straight answers at times is truly a task. For some it may be easier, the psychic spiritual adviser for example, who has a constant flow of information, may be able to avoid this frustration. For some of us though, certain questions go unanswered for months, even years simply because no one we come in contact with has the answer.

One such question has been on my mind for years, but seems difficult to answer for those on the other side. I have been fortunate enough to get answers from time to time during some of the paranormal events which have allowed for conversation, but the answers are cryptic and often conflicting.

The question is a simple one that I’m certain has occurred to anyone who has had enough ghost sightings in their life: Do they see us on their side of things like we see them?

Is it possible that living people can, without even being aware of it, trip onto another plane of existence and scare the daylights out of a ghost? Are there ghosts (or other beings) that have groups, T.V. shows and blogs (hehe) dedicated to “human sightings”?

My theory on this, based on all of the answers I’ve received from the beings I have encountered is that we do sometimes drift in and out of one another’s worlds. Not only one or two, but many that may all intersect. It sounds a lot like a great sci-fi novel, but after all of these years the idea has become more and more in keeping with my own experiences because yes, you can get glimpses of other places and I would imagine that when that happens it is more than possible that something on that side of it sees you too.

In general, I have come to the conclusion that this is a subject that many paranormal beings do not feel comfortable discussing. Whether this is because it is difficult, or because they have limitations on how much information they are allowed to share for some reason (see future posts for more info on this development,) I can’t be sure. However as science and the paranormal find their way toward one another I hope that at least we may eventually have more information about how where and even why we might connect with so many other beings and perhaps other dimensions.

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.

-Seline

I would like to start out by reiterating that I am not a paranormal psychic, but I do get things from time to time that seem in the same family. You might call them premonitions, but in all honesty it usually comes in a sort of puzzle format that doesn’t become clear for a long time and too often leads to nothing I can understand the point of.

That said, there are moments in many people’s lives when it would seem that they can see the future. A sense of foreboding or excitement, fear or anticipation. Many of these are simply picking up on the subtle signals that people give off and knowing how to interpret them.

I once had an experience of this kind when I was young. It didn’t amount to much, but perhaps it made a small difference.

I dreamt one night of being in a florist shop and clearly seeing one woman who stood apart from the other patrons. She was very sad and I wanted to know why, but in the dream I couldn’t speak. There was a ghost following her through the store as she browsed at the displays and it too seemed just as sad.

The dream ended with my waking to feel that I had missed something; at that time in my life though I didn’t spend much time wondering about dreams and the possibilities of what might try to communicate with us while we sleep. I now know better.

That day my mother and I stopped by the very shop from my dream, a little different as things always are between sleeping and waking, but close enough. I had been in the shop before and I especially liked to look at the porcelain animal figurines…always tempted to touch, but I was usually good. I was also usually allowed to pick out one to take home, if I was good, which probably helped.

The woman in my dream was already in the shop when we arrived and I almost ran into her while heading over to my favorite browsing spot. I remember she smiled weakly at me.

There was no ghost with her that I could see, but I was certain that it was her. I now know that sometimes we remake the images we see in our sleep to fit the dreams we have had. I know that psychologically we look for connections to bring meaning into our lives. I also know, sometimes none of that matters, because you see it all fits together anyway. One explanation does not always eliminate another.

As I watched her, without watching her I kept looking for the ghost. I didn’t see or hear or feel anything and this bothered me. I tried to remember what the ghost in the dream had looked like and all I could really remember was that it too seemed sad.

What I did remember was something about the flowers she’d been looking at in my dream. I didn’t know what to call them, but I did know what to look for. The lady wasn’t standing near any flowers that looked like the ones I had seen, so I left my usual spot and started hunting through the store.

I found it eventually: Lavender calla lily. I took one from the fridge and asked my mom if I could have it instead of a figurine. Then I waited for what seemed like forever, and ever and ever, until my mother finally made her way up to pay. I didn’t want the woman to leave, but I knew I couldn’t just give her the flower.

She left while we were paying. I felt devastated. I had somehow messed it up.

When we left the shop my mother asked if I would like to walk down two doors and get an ice cream. I didn’t much feel like it, but I was a kid so of course I said yes. Sitting on a bench outside, was the woman from my dream.

My mother went in the door and began making her way to the counter and I knew I only had a few seconds at most. I marched up to the woman and held out the flower and said “I think he wants you to have this.”

Her face changed as she took in the flower. It wasn’t wonder, curiosity or even skepticism…which I think is what I expected or at least would today. She looked happy. She looked at the flower as if it was something dear to her and full of meaning.

She looked up at me and said “It was our anniversary flower.” I didn’t know exactly what an anniversary was, but I smiled. Then I ran in the shop and joined my mother who had just noticed that I was missing.

I didn’t look back, I think I was pleased, but also a little nervous about what I’d done. I was worried that the woman would come in to ask me questions in front of my mother. But when we left the shop the woman was gone. I never dreamt of her or saw her again.

As I said in the beginning of this post, I’m not psychic and little events like that don’t really seem to amount to much on my end. Maybe though, it meant something for her, I hope so.

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.

-Seline

Trying to translate for those around me won’t be the easiest task in the world, but here goes anyway:

This week I would like to express my frustration with the growing obsession over health. Now, don’t misunderstand me, trying to lead a healthy life is a very beneficial thing for most people; however just as with any obsessive behavior, there is usually a consequence for allowing this to completely take over your human existence.

Leading a healthy life isn’t something most voices of the dead tend to focus on, so I make a point of trying to get this opinion from as many of them as I can. The opinions are mixed, but generally in the same direction. Some of the beings I come across actually laugh at the idea of trying to preserve a human body. You see they think us very frail and alive too short a time to truly be concerned.

Others that have actually lived and remember their human existence do understand the necessity to strive for healthy living, but most express that it is quality of life, not quantity that makes all of the difference. One particular paranormal experience in which I was able to ask questions pertaining to health lead to a truly funny experience where the being I was in contact with actually asked what it took, what kind of effort and time consumption, to lead this healthy life. I explained some of the things a person might do and in this instance the being laughed and laughed at me finally ending with the question: “You are aware of your own mortality are you not?” I told the being that of course I and most people are very aware. The point the being made was that it seemed wasteful to spend so much time on a futile effort. I explained that people often feel better in general when they live this kind of lifestyle, to which the being could only say: “Trading one thing for another no?”

After truly giving this some thought over the years I can only say that for me the only logical solution is to balance the good with the bad. Indulge now and then, but try to maintain that balance. This is even true for the ghost contact that I continue, sometimes it simply has to be put on hold while I attend to my everyday life.

So there it is, advice from those who have gone ahead of us on healthy living. Keep it balanced because no matter how hard you struggle against the defeat at the end, there is no way to escape it and as they see it, there really is no reason to fight so hard. What exists beyond isn’t something to run from, but another step. So every now and then, enjoy your life! Otherwise, really, what is the point?

Goodbye for now, another end.
Until a time we meet again.

-Seline