Saturday, May 18, 2019

Communicating with a Fairy/Angel?



 I recently went on a paranormal investigation to the creepy, decrepit, run-down Pennhurst Asylum in Spring City, PA.  It is well-known to be very haunted.  The facility opened in 1908 as the Eastern Pennsylvania State Institute for the Feeble-Minded and Epileptic, and eventually was renamed the Pennhurst State School and Hospital.  Located on 1400 acres, the institution was created to segregate the population with intellectual and developmental disabilities.  It consists of more than 30 buildings, most of which are condemned and too dangerous to enter today, many of which are connected by long, concrete underground tunnels.  The facility quickly became overcrowded.  By 1946, it housed more than 2,000 patients, mostly children, and employed seven physicians.  By the mid-1960's, there were 2,791 patients - nearly 1000 more than the institution could comfortably accommodate!  In 1987, the facility closed its doors forever.  Today they tell the stories of full grown adult patients who had lived there their entire life and were found unable to speak and still confined to their baby cribs!  Horror stories.  The facility has been featured on many TV shows and is known as one of the creepiest and most haunted locations in the state.  To add to its creepiness, the facility is located next to the Limmerick nuclear power plant with its nuclear smokestacks belching constant clouds into the sky.

Needless to say, I was a bit nervous before going there.  I have always tended to steer clear of the more "nasty" haunted locations - like penitentiaries, prisons, mental hospitals, etc.  I don't like to mingle with mean, dangerous or demonic energies.  I know too many stories of people who have come home after such investigations with horrible "attachments" which wreak havoc on their lives and health.  

Before leaving home, I put some holy water on my forehead (even though I'm not Catholic) just for added protection, and carried a small bottle with my equipment.  I drove to the Asylum with my friend and phenomenal paranormal photographer Pat Eldridge-Roller.  When we got to the facility we met up with the rest of the paranormal team and were allotted from 7 PM to 3 AM to investigate three of the buildings and one of the underground tunnels.  

The spirits did not disappoint.  The place was incredibly active and almost everyone in our group had some form of interaction with a spirit.  In the buildings, we set up flashlights with which we had several long "conversations" with spirits who turned the flashlights on and off as binary responses to our questions.  A few people in our group, heard loud footsteps in the darkened, puddle-laden area of the old dormitories, then watched large, wet foot prints of a barefoot male appear on the concrete floor as it walked toward them.  People saw lights turn on in locked rooms without windows.  We heard a large group of men, as we sat silently on one end of the underground tunnel, as they talked loudly, knocked things over, seemed to drop heavy items on the concrete floor, and walked down the hallway.  We called to them several times and checked out the location.  There was no one there.  Our group leader and three others on our team actually saw a glowing, full-bodied male spirit exit a tunnel in a neighboring building and walk quickly away.  I was pinched on the left cheek of my face - a first for me, since I have never been maliciously touched by any spirit in the past.  

When Pat and I returned at 2 AM that night, we sifted through our "evidence" (recordings and photographs) looking for EVPs (ghostly sounds or words) or ectoplasm or ghostly shadows.  I found nothing in my equipment.  Pat found only one anomalous photograph among her photos.  It is the photo shown above.  It is extremely weird!

It is me, as I gazed upwards in the sky - I did not see anything at all at the time - while walking outside one of the more haunted buildings at Pennhurst.  What is peculiar is that I seem to be looking directly at something that looks bizarrely like a multi-colored flash of light in the shape of a small fairy or perhaps angel. (See the small close-up photo). It is not an insect.  It is not a bird.  There is simply no explanation for this very vividly brightly lit object flying at me in the sky.  Moreover, if you examine the photo and brighten it, you quickly see I am surrounded by four white orbs of varying sizes and a strange, unexplained (non-reflective) white light that extends down from the sky behind my back.

I believe I was protected.  I believe I must have "seen" without seeing or knowing.  

Any thoughts, anyone?

Thursday, April 18, 2019

Phone Calls from the Unknown


Ok, funny story.  

Yesterday, I went to a luncheon and met the President's son in New York City.  Interesting event.  Afterwards I went to get my car from the garage.  It is an Infiniti convertible sports car - a hand-me-down from my husband who moved on to a Tesla.  I have been driving it for years.  I always keep it tuned to the Spa Channel of X FM Satellite Radio.  I don't change the channel.  As I drove out onto the street, I set my GPS to go pick up my cat from hip surgery in New Jersey.  The Spa Channel music started playing.  I plugged in my iPhone so it could charge.  So far, so good.  Nothing unusual.

However, all of a sudden, the Spa music was cut off and I began listening to two unidentified women talking.  I thought maybe the radio had switched channels by itself or that perhaps it had decided to play music off my iPhone iTunes.  But no.  None of these was happening.  I looked at my car screen that displays radio stations and GPS.  There was a green bar across the top that said "Call in Progress."  At that point, when I got to the next traffic light, I picked up my iPhone to see if by some very off chance I might have accidentally dialed someone.  My iPhone indicated that there was no call in progress.  Moreover, when I checked to see the Music icon, it was set to some Spa music and was not actively playing.  So clearly, my iPhone had nothing to do with this weird interruption.  

Nor had I accidentally dialed my car phone.  If I had done this, I would remember either hitting the button and then looking up a specific phone number, and would have heard the phone ringing before it was picked up.  None of this happened either.

It was as if I had suddenly been dropped into the middle of a private conversation between two women.  They chatted conversationally.  It was as if one woman had seen some very unusual aerial event and the other woman was asking questions about it.

"Yeah, they were all flying up in the air."
"So what about the third plane?"
"Well, that's what was so weird."
"What happened?"
"That one just suddenly... like... uh, disappeared!  Right out of the sky!"
"What do you mean 'disappeared'?"
"It broke up into lots of little bits of light... you know, kind of scintillating lights..."

After this last sentence, the call abruptly ended.  The green banner on the car screen said "Call Ended."  The satellite radio immediately resumed playing the music from the Spa Channel where I had left it set and hadn't touched it.

What the hell?  

As I tried to figure out the nature of this weird electronic glitch, I wondered if perhaps it might have been a radio podcast.  But why did it come in as a phone call?  As I had listened to the two women talking on the phone call, I wondered if perhaps I had been listening in as a third party due to wires crossing somewhere.  However, as I listened to the two women talking and tried to figure out who they were, they began to sound like my paranormal pal from Baltimore, Pat Roller, and me!  Strangely, although I could identify the women as Pat and me, the voices were "almost" but "not quite" us.  I couldn't put my finger out.  It was as if both our vocal energies were slightly different.  

Although I had already checked my iPhone music window and my car music, the only thing that seemed to make logical sense about this was that perhaps somehow - magically - one of the two podcasts that I did from my old radio show "Hot Leads Cold Cases" with Pat as my former co-host for those two shows, might have somehow gotten recorded or played in my car.  That seemed beyond highly unlikely.  I only ever recorded one show with her and she and I had never discussed airplanes or UFOs before.  

So I called Pat when I got home.  She confirmed that she and I had never discussed planes or UFOs (other than in some emails in the last two days where she showed me a photo of an orb in the sky in Gettysburg, that she had taken years ago and thought might be a UFO).  She also confirmed that we had never discussed any of these topics on the two podcasts we did together back in 2010.  She also confirmed my belief that she never, never uses the word "scintillating."  As she said, she just uses basic, regular words.  By contrast, "scintillating" is a word that I have used often... She was as baffled as I was.

My husband was literally in the air when I got this message as he was flying back to New Jersey from Colorado. I began to wonder if perhaps this was some conversation that I would have in the future (?) and was intended as a kind of premonition or warning regarding his flight (?).  I sent him a text asking if his plane had been, for any reason, identified as the "third plane."  He said no and arrived home safely.  

Today, I have no idea what this message was.  Why did I hear myself on a phone call that I did not make?  Why were we discussing planes and probably UFOs?  I only write this here to  suggest to you that reality is a sophisticated and complex web of objective and subjective reality... Perhaps it has to do with my upcoming presentation for the June, 2019, Conference of the Society of Scientific Exploration where my subject matter is the relationship between Remote Viewing and Synchronicity.... The power of the mind to alter reality....

Thursday, February 21, 2019

What Are Super-Recognizers?


I have a very embarrassing handicap: I am virtually unable to remember names or faces of people when I meet them.  There are people in my town to whom I have been introduced as many as seven times!  Each time I see them at a party or some local event, I smile, extend my hand for a handshake and introduce myself.  "Hi!  Nice to meet you.  My name is Nancy."  I am usually met with a slight jiggle in the eyes, an increased tightening of the mouth, and a flat, humorless acknowledgement like, "Yes, I know.  We've already been introduced several times..."  It is horribly embarrassing and makes me feel like an idiot - not to mention it makes other people think I am an arrogant snob. 

Yes, I have tried all those mnemonic devices to remember names.  I have, for years, been careful to repeat the person's name upon being introduced to them.  I repeat their names in my mind and try to imprint it on their face.  But I am simply hopeless.  Since I can't remember their faces, trying to match a name with a face is useless.  It has nothing to do with whether they are important to me or not.  It has to do with the fact that I simply can't remember their identity.  I often wonder how I survived several decades of being in charge of sales for my businesses and, at one point, attending up to 20 trade shows a year. 

If it were just names or just faces that I couldn't remember, then perhaps I would have a head start.  But both just evaporate. 

It's not just regular people.  I can't even recognize movie stars or United States presidents when I pass them on the street! (I have walked right by movie star Sylvester Stallone, rock star Mick Jagger and President Gerald Ford on the street and would never have known unless my friends hadn't jabbed me with their elbow and told me). Somehow these people just look different.  Either they are much smaller, taller, older, different hair, or whatever.  They just don't look like my memory of them.

While writing my book "Psychic Intuition: Everything You Ever Wanted to Ask But Were Afraid to Know" (2012), I ran across a relatively rare neurological condition called  prosopagnosia - or, "face blindness."  People with this condition are absolutely unable to recognize faces.  The only way they can distinguish between people is if they have a beard, mustache, wear a hat, have a tattoo, or some other non-facial characteristic.  It suddenly occurred to me that I probably have a mild case of prosopagnosia.  I actually took an online test and scored high enough to indicate that I do suffer from this condition.  In some respects, it was at least reassuring that I wasn't just some idiot.  Moreover, it confirmed my pet theory to explain my deficiency - namely, that perhaps the facial recognition area of my brain that is hard-wired into everyone had been hijacked by other very important intellection or perceptual functions.

You can imagine my surprise when, today, I ran across an article stating the British law enforcement officials at Scotland Yard employed a certain type of high-performing individuals called "Super-Recognizers."  These people have a much higher than average ability to recognize the faces of people - even if they haven't seen them for many years or are looking at very fuzzy, low definition photos from security cameras. 

To me, this may represent yet another currently unidentified "sense" or "sensory ability" just like people known as "super tasters" (35 percent of women and 15 percent of men) who are able to experience tastes that are outside the "normal" range of taste for the average human being.  This includes tasting the capsaicin burn in chili peppers, the bitterness of quinine in tonic water, and a more pronounced salty taste in olives.  ("Psychic Intuition" p. 95).

It is also similar to a group of people who can literally see more colors than the average person.  These people are called  tetrachromatic, as opposed to trichromatic, because they have four (not three) color detecting cones in their retinas.  (See "Psychic Intuition" p.97)  They can see 100 million more shades of color than the average human being!  The vast majority of tetrachromatics are women (2-3 percent of all women). 

So, to return to my issue of "face-blindness" versus "super-recognizers" - I think that I must suffer from a sensory deficiency.  This is the place where - as I point out in my book - the senses interface with the mind/intellect. 

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Project Blue Beam Dream


For those of you in the UFO world, you are likely already familiar with a well-known and intriguing "conspiracy theory" known as Project Blue Beam.  In a nutshell, it was first proposed by a Canadian Serge Monast in 1994 and appeared in his book "Project Blue Beam: NASA."  Without going into too much detail, the idea is that The Powers That Be (TPTB) - originating with NASA and any shadow government/cabal allies - will attempt to slowly restructure the various religious beliefs in the world by developing fake archeological evidence and then promote a global crisis and panic of an invasion by "evil" UFOs and aliens or of their artificially created respective deities.  This next step would be allegedly accomplished by creating holographic visions of the invaders or miraculous visions of religious icons coming from the skies using earth-based lasers.  The end goal would be to unite all peoples of the earth by making them feel they had "heard" a message from their God or to frighten everyone causing everyone to unite under a single authoritarian world government.  This government would then seize power as the New World Order.

There have, in fact, been some interesting "holograms" of things like an entire cityscape that appeared in the clouds in China a few years ago - suggesting, at least, that such magnificent visions could be created and give the appearance of something unearthly and miraculous. 

Let me say, at this point, that while I find conspiracy theories and their historic origins fascinating, I am always wary of their validity.  While I have seen lots of interesting information that might tend to confirm a Project Blue Beam type of a plan, I have no way of knowing its truth.  I just keep the information tucked under my hat for a later date. 

I bring this up because I have not spent much time ever thinking about Project Blue Beam.  I do not know the people involved in promoting the theory.  I may have watched a few YouTube videos many years ago on the subject.  Apart from that, Project Blue Beam has not been on my mind consciously or even subliminally to my knowledge.

Last night, I found it very difficult to sleep.  My body temperature felt abnormally hot and I slept fitfully. (No, I don't have a fever).  I remember a "two part" dream.  The first part was absolutely bizarre and I felt like I was fighting to get out of my dream because it was so disjointed and uncomfortable.  What I remember (without many details) is that I was being "spoken to" by several "aliens."  They were talking to me, not in English, but in their own language.  They were warning me that the government was about to launch its Project Blue Beam holographic alien invasion scenario, and I should not believe it, and I should warn others.  The strange thing was that they were talking to me in their "alien" language.  I couldn't understand it in my dream and yet they were almost yelling at me!  They were trying to make me understand - and so I had to sit there and listen to them.  All I really wanted to do was to get up and get out of my dream.  Their language was harsh-sounding, full of strong consonant sounds. 

I remember the "words" or "sounds" of "nid" and "nic." 

When I managed to briefly wake up out of my dream, to my great relief, because I was feeling terribly anxious, I allowed myself to go back to sleep.  This time the "aliens" were gone and I was now being fed the propaganda of the U.S. government, attempting to explain to me in much more gentle tones and much more logically, in English, that this whole Project Blue Beam thing was a hoax and a figment of my imagination.  At a certain point, this dream became equally disturbing, and I work up again.

When I work up this morning, the first thing I did was to look at my smart phone.  The first thing I saw was a text message from a friend of mine - a college classmate and fellow attorney with an interest in UFOs with his own regular CE-5 UFO watch group.  He asked if I would do him a favor and be a guest on his radio podcast (https://imho.love/) this evening (on virtually no notice).  He suggested I speak about my book "How To Talk to an Alien" (New Page/Career Press, 2015).  Although I continue to do some radio interviews, I have not spoken about that book or discussed the topic on the radio for several years.  Nor have I discussed it recently with anyone in my private life. 

The coincidence of having just heard "alien languages" in my dream and my friend's request to talk about alien languages tonight struck me as extremely strange...  A synchronicity perhaps.  Or perhaps I am just a vehicle for someone else's message who cannot speak really good English...  Not sure.

Then I decided to look up the "words" nid and nic and see if they might mean anything in English or as acronyms for something significant.  Turns out, while these are acronyms for several things, "nid" stands for "Naval Intelligence Division," "National Intelligence Director," and "National Intelligence Daily," and "nic" stands for "Naval Intelligence Command," "Naval Intelligence Center (US Dod) and "Naval Information Center."  This, in turn, makes me wonder if the only reason why I could remember these alien "words" was because they were the actual English words or references used in their language.  For anyone not familiar with the fascinating world of UFOs, the Navy (not the Air Force) has been primarily responsible for the collection of UFO data over the decades.  These "words" referring to Navy intelligence seemed particularly interesting...

So I can only say, perhaps there is a Project Blue Beam event on our horizon, and we should all be aware of the different players involved...