All Hallows Eve

Super Moon photo by  Jim Pfister

From a house that bleeds honey to a ranch in the sky the Central Valley of California is not lacking in places to peer in on the paranormal. Since Memorial Day this year, I and fellow investigator Jim Pfister have visited, investigated and reported on several locations with said spooky potential. You will notice that most of these locations are not advertised as paranormal hot-spots. Respect and discretion for the beliefs of others should be practiced while visiting. Paranormal Investigators with manners could aid in an honorable purpose of correcting history.

In this crazy year of a Blood Moon, a Super Moon and a Harvest Moon. Let us explore All Hallows Moon. The above photo shot by Jim Pfister has many interesting features, leave a comment about what you see. First stop.

The Academy Cemetery

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This  was our first investigation at a cemetery and this picturesque little resting place in the foothills had a hard time being scary even after dark. Only love and honor were perceived in the visit here. We came away with a feeling that spirits may find cemeteries rather uneventful and use them as rest stops.

This brief clip shows a device copying my words during an equipment check.

The Craycroft  MansionCraycroft has  been a curiosity for decades as it sits and somehow remains invisible to local historians and investigators alike.  Jim and  I  stationed  ourselves at this forgotten masonry  jewel  for  many unsuccessful  attempts to enter with permission. Dozens of searches for photos of this brick masterpieces interior have been futile. The ingenious construction of two layers of brick for insulation has given an engraved invitation to only bees lots and lots of bees. This being the story the owner told us when we inquired or begged rather for entry, she exclaimed that “The House Bleeds Honey”( future book title) Funny though as we periodically stop by the house to remind the spirits that we have not forgotten them, we have never seen nor heard a single bee. Perhaps this is a fable to keep the satanic worshiping teenagers and paint-huffers out. Sadly, the upper balcony collapsed this summer. Restoration needs to be done for this treasure before it is too late. Until then the spirits are in charge of remaining inconspicuous. The EVP below has them asking me to SHUT THEM OFF

 Forestieres’ Underground Gardens

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Underground Gardens

This epic man made cavernous castle intrigued us and  many others including world travelers from Germany, Japan and Mexico who were represented in our tour group. I am certain that although the owners do not entertain paranormal research you can certainly feel a residual dedication left behind by the diligent and  determined dreamer Mr. Baldassare Forestiere (1879-1946) This impressive tour is the quintessential definition of residual energy that fuels this devoted family even to the present day.  Next Stop.

Underground ChinaTown
Underground ChinaTown

 

China Town Underground  This  tour also did not focus on ghosts but once inside the underground there was no denying that spiritually protective and equally dark energies lurked down there. I was enveloped by a sadness cloak when we did a lights out prayer and felt the bustling activity in what again seems to be a residual energy haunting. Local government has been cruel to this areas’ history, still sweeping away issues for more than fifty years. Below a photo of an energy anomaly coming from a electric socket.

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Underground Energy Photo Jim Pfister

 

Sierra Sky Ranch

Orange Orb Sierra Sky Ranch

This was the topper and one of the best investigations ever. This location had past present and future spirits in attendance and they all wanted to talk about it. The remodel is lovely and spa like and what a relief that the spirits still find it an attractive retreat. So much happened here. Where do I begin? From light touches to my hand and stomping boots in my room, to immediate EVP and many direct responses to questions and equipment, and the big draw  WHISKEY. I felt that since spirits can often let us know of their presence with a whiff of old perfume or cigar smoke  maybe  the sense of smell is something they keep forever, It explains why baking Grandmas sugar cookie recipe helps bring Grandma around for a quick spiritual hello. The nostalgia creates the activity or the activity creates nostalgia. I am still on the split rail fence on that one. Anyway back to the whiskey. Jack Daniels to be exact. This prop when opened had non-stop  K2 EMF spikes for ten minutes of solid communication. Including an unexplained triggering of the fire alarm when we said we were leaving the room. Video preview below shot in room 121

I Dig Cemeteries

I Dig Cemeteries
I Dig Cemeteries

Let me clarify. As an investigator of the odd I purposefully steered away from cliché cemetery investigation thinking that little life experience had occurred at burial sites and the display of respect  was also considered paramount. I am glad I changed my mind. Not only did I find welcome solace at Academy Cemetery in Clovis California,  I came away thinking maybe spirits use these quiet spots whether they are buried there or not.  I went in with a “measure the environment” attitude and wanted to take some base readings without too much inquiry. The Ovilus V when turned on spat out a continuous stream of words without stopping  for thirty words  including the mention of the name IDA twice. I knew that IDA was an old fashioned name and that of all 889 plots  I found an IDA BELL COLE  and left some flowers there. I felt very satisfied with that. If the spirits used me in that capacity it is all good.

I got sad when I saw a grave marker that said baby or unknown but then I understood that the universe knows all the names, and it is okay if I do not.

I wondered if the flags put at each grave for Memorial Day added to the great respect that I felt running through me. The winds picked up and the dozens of flags in the wind sounded like applause,  another  clear homage that stirred at my heart.

I was filming and announcing each device that was running and  which one we were testing next  and when I said out loud that I was switching to a PSB7 box the spirit box/ shack hack that was running repeated me and said PSB7 Box, Is that so?

Another interesting but  perhaps explainable event  was when running the wireless Ovilus V next to a device with an external speaker , the Ovilus said a word  and it also was transmitted through the  separate external speaker on this other device.This was  stange and I need to research that further.

I still feel that graves are more for the living than the dead.Each marker creates its own environmental impact according to the calming comfort it provides to the grieving.

Demon Song Review

I read the first book about Mark and Debby Constantino

Demon Song by Janice Oberding

 A good two-hour read. My review. This is a sad tale of greed and jealousy that should not have happened but for the formula that they themselves thrived and fed on and then instead of dividing the bread ended up dead. My heart weeps for the family of Jimmie Anderson and Summer Myers who have to tread through the wake of this tragic unnecessary unraveling of two people not one but two people. The spirits of Mark and Debby perhaps now have to muddle through muck to make amends and then hopefully yes hopefully can ascend separately. The names Constantino and Angelo/ Angelina  predicted a spiritual existence that needed to stay spiritual.  I hope only the best for their children and their children’s children. A beautifully written forward by Tara Bohren Lorentzen also deserves mention. I did not understand the title Demon Song when the author makes it clear in the first chapter that demon involvement was at best scoffable.Also a rather unflattering picture of Debby on the cover raised question. 
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Is It Her

 

Photo Published April 2013

Close up of window of Zalud House Porterville California

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Historical Photo of Annie Zalud

Is It Her?

 

Oh Holy Shit

Oh Holy Shit

2015 a year of  joy somewhere not here!

This year, even the most Reiki infused were challenged to a doom duel.

A year end synopsis of rosy highlights is not fuckin’ happenin’ here.

Realistic is my motto for this year of ick.

The bliss is for those with blinders as our war-torn, poverty tattered and terrorist littered freedoms are challenged by the millisecond to battle social media and politically moronic hyper powers that be.

The sweet tweet  hashtag universe of sarcasm and fame whores has permeated cyber space in a glee sucking vacuum.

When murders and suicides are used as click bait fodder and everyone wants a piece of this proverbial pitiful pie.

Where paranormal non-believers scoff at our efforts as non-scientific and or the believers accuse us of  inducing chaos via demons. No middle ground. Make up your mind people.

Who can honestly say that trying to elevate ourselves one level up at a time in our quest for spirituality is a bad thing ?  NO ONE So mind your damn business!

What does it take to heal the children and animals that suffer? This should be our only question.

WHY WHY WHY 

Twisted Christmas
Twisted Christmas

 

 

 

Inside and Out

Raining inside and out

Salted rain on the pillow case

Polluted pollen-less  rain from a dingy gray sky

Mud outside and in

Working

Gathering

Filtering

Murky caged feelings un-felt

Rays of sunshine outside and in

Intertwined replicas creating heat

Rainbow inside and out

Un-prisoned spectrum of hope

Universe of colour and light

thankful
thankful

 

 

 

 

 

 

~P Picker yep

 

_Inside Out

 

Paranormal Picker wha’? The term originated with me. I have been drawn to old sentimental objects for as long as I can remember. I feel the imprints of time on objects or places and have even experienced vivid pictures of history while digging in the earth. I believe that we all have the ability to feel the legends around us. Perhaps because I was blind for the first few months of life my tactile and hearing sensors remained on high alert. The Picker moniker happened naturally as I made myself familiar with every thrift and antique store within a fifty mile radius of wherever I called home. On one of these fine adventures into lore I caught myself looking at things that I would not have given a glance to normally. I started with some odd fifties era dishes and then added a few other souvenir items from Yosemite and then I spotted from across the store a hideous avocado green bread box that actually had a gravitational pull on my psyche. I felt relief when my hands reached it. I did not know why. Did it remind me of my child hood? NO. I opened it and found a matching plate to the dishes that were already in my stack .Weird, I thought how did that happen? I proceeded to the counter and the clerk whose name was Bella told me that I had almost completely reassembled a box of items that she had put on the shelves that morning. I put many things that had come from another location back together again. I could have saved her some work had I just come in a little earlier. Accidental, coincidental, or intentional this all struck me as something I needed to explore. The hideous green bread box now holds garden supplies on my patio and the dishes are each under a flower pot all very close to one another as the spirits suggested. Fruition for the Paranormal Picker.

Long Time No See

Re visit to a favorite investigation site after an absence.

link to video shot by Ronald Gaynor is here so you can compare or prove no tampering occured. In Ronald’s video he also picked up a voice asking for the prayer which we start with.

 

 

 

 

Level it Out

Level it out
Level it out

When considering matters of the afterlife, Do we see our current culture steering toward horror or harmony? While observing the current plethora of saturating paranormal soup du jour, why not take a moment to divulge on levels of death. Gruesome or groovy you decide. Okay you are dead, please proceed to your proper level.

Level 1: You are among your angels and guides for instruction on how to proceed to your graduating existence. This is a given with children or animals who pass too soon. Fairness exists on this level.

Level 2: You are reliving your life in reverse and it is causing paranormal activity in all people, places and things associated with your time on earth. This is why any location ever inhabited has spirits in attendance . This level is very cathartic for the deceased, but can wreak havoc on the living.

Level 3: You know you are dead but you cannot let go of the living. Your controlling nature has you snooping about the afterlife like you are at a swap meet .Frantically shopping for answers or objects as a distraction to what really has happened to you. Fatal retail therapy. This is the level for addicts.No progress is made on this level period. Stuck for sure.

Level 4: You are protecting another living human until it is their time to join you in the afterlife. Guardian spirits are quiet by nature and are somewhat in a graceful holding pattern .This level reveals the power of love and endurance.

Level 5: You are hanging around in the dark levels wearing a really cool skull shirt waiting for Zak or Aaron or Nick to call you out. This can be entertaining for a while but will it lose its luster when you get tired of hearing the song Johanna.

Level 6 : You are/were a skeptic in life questioning all faiths and beliefs, and now you are dead that’s it. Are thereany other levels? Sure maybe skeptics get to be enlightened at one of these levels should they have a last minute panic about their demise. Notice I did not mention Heaven or Hell? This is where I am a skeptic. I think it all reduces down to one choice, are you finished or not? As spiritual beings maybe we get to experience all these levels and can extend the energy we choose to go out into the universe. The more spirituality there is the more we can shift into higher levels of humanity for the benefit of all. I will be expounding on these levels in future blogs. Pamela The Paranormal Picker

~We Wanted Something

We start this review of a shack hack session and I ask what card am I holding and a voice says  LUCKY.  We all say WOW because the card was a seven. You will hear a break in the radio reception and a three word sentence of WE WANTED SOMETHING This very deep voice startles us all and as the energy rises, we also hear OPEN A WINDOW   more than once. All this while the device is scanning 20-50 channels per minute. This is why immediate playback is a very good idea on any investigation. We did open a window literally and spiritually.