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#201 87 days ago

Thomas Edison was working on a machine that could talk to the dead (allegedly) toward the end of his life.
He had encountered a primitive form of EVP through ratty speakers and plenty of static.
In Theory, I know the secret to producing this machine. Tonight, I will give it away.
A Radio Receiver that picks up all channels simultaneously.
Now, I am not an expert and uncertain if such a receiver could be built.
Imagine a Raw Receiver for EVERY radio wave with no tuning save volume control.
The output through a very large speaker in to a fan, I feel, would give the clearest message.
Anyone familiar with EVP knows the only messages delivered are choppy, vague.
This is because they are trying to communicate through a primitive system.
It is obvious they CAN communicate through some electronic devices.
More on this later.

#202 87 days ago
Quoted from beelzeboob:

For such a skeptic, you sure do like to bump shit for absolutely no reason.

I'm just happy one of my favorite threads got bumped

Quoted from phil-lee:

Thomas Edison was working on a machine that could talk to the dead (allegedly) toward the end of his life.
He had encountered a primitive form of EVP through ratty speakers and plenty of static.
In Theory, I know the secret to producing this machine. Tonight, I will give it away.
A Radio Receiver that picks up all channels simultaneously.
Now, I am not an expert and uncertain if such a receiver could be built.
Imagine a Raw Receiver for EVERY radio wave with no tuning save volume control.
The output through a very large speaker in to a fan, I feel, would give the clearest message.
Anyone familiar with EVP knows the only messages delivered are choppy, vague.
This is because they are trying to communicate through a primitive system.
It is obvious they CAN communicate through some electronic devices.
More on this later.

I know they have devices similar to this for capturing EVP's but not exactly what you're describing. Basically it runs through all the radio channels very quickly and it picks up the EVP's. I've seen it used on a few ghost hunting videos

#203 84 days ago
Quoted from DanQverymuch:

this short but amazing time on this planet each of us gets thanks to evolution (of stars, planets, life) isn't enough for you; that you think people need to labor under lifelong delusions to be happy, or spend their brief moment alive appeasing a myth, or else.

Not sure how you made the leap from, "I have experienced something I cannot explain", to, "life isn't enough for you".
Also not sure how a curiosity, and wanting to discuss these unusual experiences, translates to a "need to labor under lifelong delusions".
And why does it bother you so much if people want to spend their brief moment alive appeasing a myth? It's their life to live.
You don't like it? Close your door. Turn up the music and live your best life. ☮

#204 84 days ago
Quoted from Haymaker:

I'm just happy one of my favorite threads got bumped

I know they have devices similar to this for capturing EVP's but not exactly what you're describing. Basically it runs through all the radio channels very quickly and it picks up the EVP's. I've seen it used on a few ghost hunting videos

Its my Theory that one RAW receiver picking up hundreds of channels at the same time would be more effective, just don't know how to build it.
Most researchers in this sort of thing used to agree magnetic tape recorders were the best at capturing transmissions. Now they are using digital, which to me is circumspect.
EVP have been captured just using a fan. I have experienced this several times (completely straight). Several times it was ethereal music, though have heard conversations as well.
Fans have produced more complete EVP than any other method for me.
Would never ask questions to the air like so many people do, the danger of conjuring demons mimicking ghosts is real.
Also dangerous to participate in seances, you are basically inviting anything from the spiritual plane to come in your home.
So everyone donate an old radio and we will wire them all up and place the channel selectors one step up from the other. CB, shortwave, emergency radio, am/fm.
The output speaker will broadcast in to a Leslie speaker, then a large fan.
Simple as pie, got to work!

#205 84 days ago
Quoted from phil-lee:

Its my Theory that one RAW receiver picking up hundreds of channels at the same time would be more effective, just don't know how to build it.
Most researchers in this sort of thing used to agree magnetic tape recorders were the best at capturing transmissions. Now they are using digital, which to me is circumspect.
EVP have been captured just using a fan. I have experienced this several times (completely straight). Several times it was ethereal music, though have heard conversations as well.
Fans have produced more complete EVP than any other method for me.
Would never ask questions to the air like so many people do, the danger of conjuring demons mimicking ghosts is real.
Also dangerous to participate in seances, you are basically inviting anything from the spiritual plane to come in your home.
So everyone donate an old radio and we will wire them all up and place the channel selectors one step up from the other. CB, shortwave, emergency radio, am/fm.
The output speaker will broadcast in to a Leslie speaker, then a large fan.
Simple as pie, got to work!

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#206 82 days ago

The best place to visit with Ghosts are in your dreams.
I have visited many departed (such a dreadful word)relatives while dreaming.
One such instance I entered a room with with many people sitting around a long table.
Walking around the table and shaking hands with people recognized but out of place.
They were younger, around 30. Much better looking than the black and white images.
Though many had died before I was born still, I knew them.

#207 82 days ago

Also visited with my Father a little while after he died.
Found myself walking down a Beach like no other Beach, the clarity of the landscape was brilliant.
Came upon a small house, or Cabana really just up the hill from the surf.
I noticed the house timbers had no joints, or nails. Looked as if it had grew in place.
He was there,again around thirsty years old.
You always wanted a small Beach house Pop, this is a nice one.
Yeah, I like it here.
We conversed all night and covered everything.

#208 82 days ago

Yep...those dreams happened with me as well with my grandfather, grandmother and father. All appeared much younger than I ever knew them in life. My grandmother told me she was "bathed in light." That's not something I would say or could make up, much less in a dream state. All three times were literally one line question and response sessions, and every time I woke up with tears on my face. Hasn't happened since. Bizarre...

#209 82 days ago
Quoted from beelzeboob:

Hasn't happened since

Since when?

Maybe they conveyed what they wanted to, and couldn't be contained to this area of the multiverse any longer. Or didn't want to stay here.
On to bigger and better things!

I have the feeling that "ghosts" are either the echos of a souls energy, crazy multi dimensional shit, or sadly, damaged souls who are caught in an energy loop.
Your dreams don't sound like the latter. They sound like a "til we meet again".

#210 82 days ago
Quoted from beelzeboob:

Yep...those dreams happened with me as well with my grandfather, grandmother and father. All appeared much younger than I ever knew them in life. My grandmother told me she was "bathed in light." That's not something I would say or could make up, much less in a dream state. All three times were literally one line question and response sessions, and every time I woke up with tears on my face. Hasn't happened since. Bizarre...

Based on this thread, maybe you need a broken radio or sesame street toy with no batteries in it to continue the contact.

For the record, I also had these dreams after my brother died as a toddler, but I think it may be a normal part of the grieving process.

#211 82 days ago

I know all about dream stuff, Dad is there almost every night, and he is young.

The ghost here however, has been here even 30 years longer than before when Dad passed away.

And the ghost is not here all the time or anything anyway, but when it is, the temp seems to drop 10 degrees or more.

I have always kind of wandered what is up with the cooler temp stuff.

#212 82 days ago
Quoted from PinMonk:

Based on this thread, maybe you need a broken radio or sesame street toy with no batteries in it to continue the contact.
For the record, I also had these dreams after my brother died as a toddler, but I think it may be a normal part of the grieving process.

I've considered it being a grieving process thing. But when my father showed up in the dream, I was on vacation in Key West over a year after he had died and after I had thrown his ashes into a lake in Hungary. It was the last thing on my mind as I had had complete closure with him and had moved on. My grandmother appeared about two years after she died (this was in 1993 or so), and I can't remember how long after my grandfather died that he appeared. But in each case it was only once, and it seemed to be so I would know they were okay.

My father came to me three times with the smell of the room he died in - once in my car and once by my chair in my bedroom. The last time was in my music room where he had played the piano one Thanksgiving. It was on Thanksgiving a few years after he died as I was turning the lights out at night that I smelled him VERY strongly and thought I was going nuts. And because I'm a skeptic at heart, I called my wife down and asked her if she smelled anything, although the odor had already worn off some in the few minutes it took her to get there. She didn't have to think about it for a second: "It's the room where you father died."

So I guess that's just mass hysteria, right?

#213 82 days ago
Quoted from beelzeboob:

My father came to me three times with the smell of the room he died in - once in my car and once by my chair in my bedroom. The last time was in my music room where he had played the piano one Thanksgiving. It was on Thanksgiving a few years after he died as I was turning the lights out at night that I smelled him VERY strongly and thought I was going nuts. And because I'm a skeptic at heart, I called my wife down and asked her if she smelled anything, although the odor had already worn off some in the few minutes it took her to get there. She didn't have to think about it for a second: "It's the room where you father died."
So I guess that's just mass hysteria, right?

I love this thread. Just shows that AMH should have had odorama...

#214 82 days ago

As a side note from ghosts I’m starting to believe that a superior being/race made earth, life and humans. Their mission is to weed out the smart humans from the dumb ones . The smartest , greatest and most brilliant will then be accepted as one of them once they pass away from this life time . So we are basically a big Petri dish like little bacteria while they weed out the best and strongest ones . Or
Maybe the smartest ones will go one to the next Petri dish . Life is weird

#215 82 days ago
Quoted from PinMonk:

I love this thread. Just shows that AMH should have had odorama...

Random scents are common with ghost stuff. Happens in our house all the time. It'll appear in one spot, and that spot will move around the room or down the hall and you can actually follow it. It doesn't disperse like a normal odor. That doesn't follow any law of physics that I'm aware of.

#216 82 days ago
Quoted from PinMonk:

I love this thread. Just shows that AMH should have had odorama...

When I voiced the cannibalistic prison warden in AMH, I imagined a pretty foul dude. Odorama would be scary!

#217 82 days ago

On the topic of scents, I guess I can share the closest thing to a ghost story I have. Its going to sound really dumb but here it is anyway.

At my grandmas house, everyone uses the side door to enter and exit the house. The front door rarely, if ever gets used. There is a small mud room when you do come in through the front door. Every Halloween, we'd go visit my grandma to show her our costumes and we'd always be haunted by "the mystery smell". In that mud room a strange smell would always come out during Halloween and it scared the crap out of me and my cousins as well. I'm pretty sure it happened a few times not on Halloween but for sure it was on Halloween. Our parents would always use it to make us extra creeped out. They'd store extra soda in that room and other things so any time they'd send me in there to get something I'd have major heebie jeebies. I remember one time in particular the mystery smell was around and one of my aunts commented that the mirror hanging in that room was all fogged up.

I found out years later that mirror belonged to my great aunt (maybe great great?). She was very old and in a wheelchair when my Grandma was a kid. Apparently, my grandma always played "pranks" on her including throwing firecrackers at her. BACK UP TERRY! Ha, anyway, after that, I was always sort of convinced that it was my great aunt getting my grandma back for the pranks. Now that I'm much older, me and my cousins joke about it sometimes, but tbh I am still kind of scared to go in there. I have chalked it up to the light never being on in that room, except on Halloween when trick or treaters would come to the front door. Maybe it was just dust on the light burning off. I'm fairly certain we've smelled it when the light wasn't on (normally the light wasn't on, just light from the ajoining living room would be enough to shine in to grab whatever you needed) however and I don't know but I just know I want nothing to do with that mirror and I don't like being in that room, just in case!

#218 82 days ago
Quoted from Haymaker:

On the topic of scents, I guess I can share the closest thing to a ghost story I have. Its going to sound really dumb but here it is anyway.

It only sounds dumb to close-minded skeptics.

#219 82 days ago

I go back and forth on the topic. I had the covers yanked off of me when I was awake when I was younger. Also heard a door sound like someone tried to kick it in when no one else was there. I also have a recording that is up on you tube that has some strange bangs and sounds happening in the house when I was sleeping. These all occurred in the house I grew up in. As far as I know, no one died in it. Conversely, my older brother and I are in a paranormal group and have done many investigations at multiple locations. My lack of real evidence has gotten me second guessing my earlier experiences and even trying to explain them away some how. My one brother passed away at the age of 41 a few years ago and he always joked with me that he would come back and screw with me when he passed away and I haven't had anything happen so that also has me doubting. The house I live in now I am pretty sure someone died in it and its an old farm house but I haven't had too many weird experiences. My one dog does like to go into the pinball room a lot for some reason and my surveillance camera did capture a weird shadow moving on the wall in the pinball room at one point. Also the camera would trigger for motion a lot for no reason in that room. That makes me wonder if one of my games has an attachment. You figure as much as we love our games and take care of them how we would feel if after we died we knew someone else was playing around with them. I vaguely remember someone saying they bought a T-2 that was in a barn where someone killed themselves next to it. I think they got it for a good price because of all the gore all over it. Might have read that on here before

#220 82 days ago

Anyone else have stories related to their games or pinball room?

#221 82 days ago

I seem to get slightly poked in the side or back when I am listening to certain music. Very gentle. It has happened about three times in the last year.

I'm trying to remember the song I was listening to the other day when it happened...
-of course it probably is my imagination.

#222 82 days ago
Quoted from Azmodeus:

I seem to get slightly poked in the side or back when I am listening to certain music. Very gentle. It has happened about three times in the last year.
I'm trying to remember the song I was listening to the other day when it happened...
-of course it probably is my imagination.

The skeptic in me is saying that you DID have three brain surgeries...so God knows what kind of short-circuiting is going on in there from time to time.

#223 82 days ago
Quoted from beelzeboob:

The skeptic in me is saying that you DID have three brain surgeries...so God knows what kind of short-circuiting is going on in there from time to time.

totally valid. Often I feel like I am seeing through some deception now, because of the state of my brain. There may be ultimately something to be learned through my recovery.

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#224 82 days ago
Quoted from Azmodeus:

totally valid. Often I feel like I am seeing through some deception now, because of the state of my brain. There may be ultimately something to be learned through my recovery.[quoted image]

You never had any experiences when you were under, did you? Like...they didn't have to stop your heart for any reason, did they? I find those stories absolutely fascinating.

#225 81 days ago
Quoted from beelzeboob:

You never had any experiences when you were under, did you? Like...they didn't have to stop your heart for any reason, did they? I find those stories absolutely fascinating.

I wrote a chapter in my non fiction book called "the thing in the hospital." It is not published yet but here is the chapter. Since you asked!

The Thing in the Hospital

I had been moved to an overflow area, later that night. The night of my third brain surgery.

The room was quiet.

It must have been an overflow area. It was a large room with empty cots littering the floor. The cots were temporary and empty. All except one of them.

One bed had a young guy in it. Some of his friends had come to see him, given him balloons.

To get well soon.

I knew he was in the wrong place. We were both in the wrong place.

The hospital emergency room was no place anyone wants to be.

But I also knew, he was probably hurt worse than he knew. I think he had mangled his hand.

I saw bandages.

He laughed with his friends.

I drifted in and out of consciousness. There were dozens of stitches in my head, from that very day, the brain surgery...

I welcomed sleep. Needed it.

The hospital became quieter.

Just me and my roommate now. And the big empty room full of beds.

I looked up and heard something.

Over by the guy on the bed.

Leaning over him was a black thing. Looking down at him.

It looked up at me. It seemed to lick its lips.

I prayed. I remember praying. The Lord's Prayer.

Our father who art in heaven...

I said it all of course.

Memorized from the third grade.

A mantra of power left for me on this earth. Perhaps...

To protect me.

The thing silently regarded me and went back to the guy in the bed. Working on him. Hovering over him, in the darkness.

Licking its lips, it appeared to.

I fell back into unconsciousness. Mercifully.

The room was silent.

So, what was the thing in the hospital?

I don't know.

But I do know that hallucinations are a part of brain surgery recovery. I was just hours off one of those surgeries.

My assumption is that it was a balloon.

Hallucinated into something more horrible. Leaning over the guy, perhaps?

Possibly more like floating over the guy. A balloon from his friends. Earlier in the day.

Perhaps it was a balloon. Or a hallucination. Or both.

Enjoy!

#226 81 days ago

Dan = fun-

Quoted from Azmodeus:

I wrote a chapter in my non fiction book called "the thing in the hospital." It is not published yet but here is the chapter. Since you asked!
The Thing in the Hospital
I had been moved to an overflow area, later that night. The night of my third brain surgery.
The room was quiet.
It must have been an overflow area. It was a large room with empty cots littering the floor. The cots were temporary and empty. All except one of them.
One bed had a young guy in it. Some of his friends had come to see him, given him balloons.
To get well soon.
I knew he was in the wrong place. We were both in the wrong place.
The hospital emergency room was no place anyone wants to be.
But I also knew, he was probably hurt worse than he knew. I think he had mangled his hand.
I saw bandages.
He laughed with his friends.
I drifted in and out of consciousness. There were dozens of stitches in my head, from that very day, the brain surgery...
I welcomed sleep. Needed it.
The hospital became quieter.
Just me and my roommate now. And the big empty room full of beds.
I looked up and heard something.
Over by the guy on the bed.
Leaning over him was a black thing. Looking down at him.
It looked up at me. It seemed to lick its lips.
I prayed. I remember praying. The Lord's Prayer.
Our father who art in heaven...
I said it all of course.
Memorized from the third grade.
A mantra of power left for me on this earth. Perhaps...
To protect me.
The thing silently regarded me and went back to the guy in the bed. Working on him. Hovering over him, in the darkness.
Licking its lips, it appeared to.
I fell back into unconsciousness. Mercifully.
The room was silent.
So, what was the thing in the hospital?
I don't know.
But I do know that hallucinations are a part of brain surgery recovery. I was just hours off one of those surgeries.
My assumption is that it was a balloon.
Hallucinated into something more horrible. Leaning over the guy, perhaps?
Possibly more like floating over the guy. A balloon from his friends. Earlier in the day.
Perhaps it was a balloon. Or a hallucination. Or both.
Enjoy!

I would love to read your book.

1 month later
#227 24 days ago

Bumping this thread just in time for spooky season!

#228 22 days ago

Recently I read a book called where did we come from by a Russian scholar.

It’s is full of esotericism mixed with facts. I enjoyed the book but I am now reading sapiens, which might be a far more traditional history of the human race.

The first book is an adventure starting with trying to trace lineage in the world through optometry and trajectory of the eyes.

And then they noticed the eyes over every Tibetan temple.

They end up in wild concepts that might have a hint of truth.

Like samadhe. Which is supposedly like a suspended animation but conscious.

I laughed out loud at a few things because I just don’t believe them. But I feel like when twenty things look strange there is one there with some truth or something in one of the pieces.

One of the pieces fits. That’s what happens sometimes. Even though this concept of samadhe might seem foreign, it is out there and people have Believed in it to the death.

Little bits and pieces of perhaps evidence, remain there. Waiting for the truth to be found. Centuries pass.

I think we do not understand what come next after death. I feel like science has failed in explaining this. Much research ends right here. We don’t know what comes next. And then we stop trying to figure it out.

We are very advanced as a species, we could know more if we studied it properly. IMO.

It all kind of ties to what is that energy. Can it coalesce? Yes know maybe so.

This month, it could very well materialize in the mists of October.

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#229 22 days ago

The eyes of Buddha in some cases. The reference to the eyes it is on hundreds of temples.

As looked at them I realized they could be many peoples eyes. They could be my eyes.

Who’s eyes are they really? A deep mystery drawn over hundreds of temples so long ago the truth has been lost or hidden or both.

Take care everyone!

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#230 22 days ago

There is a part in the book where “psychic wards” are in place to protect people in samadhe for years.

So while dancing around all these concepts, that psychic ward part caught my attention. Is this possible, the ward?

The way it was all described reminded of a particular thing that happened to me once.

I felt like I have felt this ward elsewhere. One time.

It made me think this might be something to do with death in general. Not just “samadhe”, but something about our deaths in this world and what is really happening.

My particular psychic assault I felt was this. It’s personal. I wasn’t going to put details but I would want to hear them so, here are the details.

I was sitting in the back yard of a some friends about a year ago. It was a summer celebration.

In the jacuzzi, one of their two sons had died. It was an accident. He was autistic. This was about seven years ago.

So I sat there, at the party, in the back yard enjoying myself.

Suddenly I was sick. I couldn’t concentrate. I had never felt anything like it. It was directed at me, it felt like.

I sat and waited. I prayed.

I am no easy mark.

It passed. I prayed more. I felt nothing and have not felt anything like that since.

A few moments later, I was in the boys bedroom. Nothing felt.

Silent and calm just like it should be.

I have been back about four times and everything is cool.

Just my imagination? Maybe.

One thing I always bump my head against is what is real and how important is it really.

Is belief greater than reality? In some ways it is I think, but other things are immutable like gravity.

#231 22 days ago

You don’t know what you don’t know. Take care everyone. Universal horror tonight!

#232 22 days ago

Going in at knotts scary farm!

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#233 22 days ago

I went to a cemetery in Fisher Park for the photos. Many old small mausoleums and Gothic spires, statuary and marble benches.
A Civil War Memorial where dozens of bodies were unloaded from horse carts and dumped into a common grave. The gnarly oak trees and uneven ground give this place a classic haunted aura.
A firemans Memorial who died in the line of duty, many too poor to afford proper send- aways..
While trying to frame one vision for some reason I looked down at whose grave I was standing on.
Wow, Him!
Growing up in Greensboro everyone knew this guy. Seemed like every week he was giving millions away to a cause,Charity or endowment.
Along with his wife they were the richest couple in Town.
Roads, bridges, Centers named after him. The first time I wondered why someone rich would give their money away in the millions.
This guy was the definition of Philanthropist.
I slowly moved off the grave. It was a humble affair, no big monument, no home-sized granite house to reside in till judgment day.
How does such a man end up in this non-descript location?
Here is to you Joe Bryan, sorry for the trespass.

3 weeks later
#234 1 day ago

Back when TB killed thousands in the US Pinehurst NC, and more specifically nearby Aberdeen became a Mecca for seriously ill people to come for a possible cure.
The nice weather, breezes and quiet isolation lead to a Sanitorium named MCain Hospital being built.
MCain was unlike traditional Hospitals in many ways. Each room enjoyed an adjacent screened in porch where Patients were wheeled out to sleep at night, the belief being the fresh air was a healing factor.
Wooden floors and furniture were used in the belief (true) that wood is naturally resistant to germs and bacteria (hence wooden cutting boards are better than plastic).
By 1971 TB had been cured (somewhat) and so MCain declined, becoming primarily a place for the extremely poor to end their days with care.
My Grandmother met those conditions so was transported from her shack in Pungo in a donated ambulance to the Hospital.
As a Kid the memories of my visits stuck with me hard, the Kind Staff and quiet hallways convinced me this was the way all Hospitals should operated.
No desperate lifesaving measures and ventilators here, just an effort to help a person pass on.
When she was in distress they fixed her a whiskey/egg nog concoction, something unheard of this day in time.
We all sat on her small porch and talked for hours, for once in her hard life she seemed tranquil, happy even.

Years later MCain would be torn down to make room for golf courses and shopping.
I forgot about it.
On a field trip with my Daughters class we went to the big Museum in Raleigh. Looked at Richard Pettys' car, displays of famous people.
Then I saw it out of the corner of my eye.
A room from Mcain Hospital. A REAL room from the Hospital had been saved down to the last detail.
HER room. Standing on them old wood floors again, looking out on the miniature screened in porch, it was overwhelming.
Not sure the display is still there but will find out in a couple of weeks, me and the youngun are going back.

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