“I’m afraid to go to sleep.”
“Why?” I asked the young woman who seemed genuinely upset about hearing and seeing things she couldn’t explain.
“I watched this show where a family was tormented by an evil entity, and I had a psychic tell me that I attract that kind of stuff.”
“And where do your beliefs on evil entities come from?”
“Do you have a specific spiritual practice?”
“No. I had a really strict Christian upbringing where everything was going to send me straight to hell, but I fell far away from religion.”
“So where does your knowledge of evil entities come from?”
“TV and movies, I guess.”
That was just a sliver of the conversation. She relaxed a little when I reminded her that most of what was scripted in television and movies came from creative minds with a vested interest in scaring the pecan stuffing out of viewers. Entertainment is primarily fictional. Even if the story has some basis in fact, nothing paranormal can be proven with any physical evidence. And with entertainment being a marketing industry that benefits from promoting the sale of goods and services, an educated consumer does his/her research before blindly buying into any suggestions.
Everyone loves a ghost story. But how many cases are from evil entities?
There have been many ghost hunting programs that claim to be as authentic as they are intriguing, but use common sense when viewing. Some groups go into an investigation assuming a haunting. Others go in assuming a logical explanation. Let’s face it. You can’t sneeze without hitting an acre of land that someone hasn’t died on or been buried near. But not everyone’s home is built over a battleground or ancient burial site.
I’ve had a number of experiences, still I hesitate to label them as anything more that authentic to me, questioning their reality until a recurrence. But I’m one who must have the experience myself to fully believe anything. I’m dying for someone to bring back physical evidence of Bigfoot. Unless I have my own encounter, or someone drags home a body, I’ll remain a skeptic with a healthy curiosity.
As my conversation continued with young woman above, I suggested she learn as much as possible on psychic protection, since she believes she has abilities. Once she feels safe, she can explore the existence of evil entities. If she doesn’t, she should steer clear of things that frighten her, remaining curious, but not gullible. At least until she has her own personal encounter.
Don’t believe everything you see on screen or read. Be smart and make your own inquiries. Watch movies and television with an open mind, but allow your gut to weigh in as well. And remind yourself that being on television doesn’t automatically qualify a person as an expert.
Note: A reputable psychic would not deliver such information without further explaining to the querent how to proactively protect themselves. A great many disreputable psychics will ask for money (usually a sizable amount) to rid the person of their evil entity problem. Run from those. Run far. Run fast.
importantly, ask yourself where your beliefs came from. If they originate from the entertainment industry, remind yourself that the industry is designed to provoke emotion. If something you watched frightened you, they did their job well. Even if those beliefs came from your religious upbringing, you have Free Will to question everything and decide for yourself what rings true to you. Reserve the right to trust your own judgment.
As with buying a car or a computer, do your own research before buying. And you always reserve the right to change your mind.
This comes from a writer’s blog, but the content is extremely important.
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Suicide. It’s a topic that’s been on most of our minds as of late. I was BROKEN when I found out about Robin Williams. It’s like this bright shining star just snuffed out, leaving only a black hole of crushing emptiness behind. I feel terrible for taking him for granted, selfishly assuming he’d always be around.
I haven’t yet cried because I’m afraid I might not stop. My fondest childhood memories involve Mork & Mindy. Growing up, I’d watch Williams’ comedic acts over and over and over, studying his timing and how he could do what he did, because to me? It was MAGIC. In fact, I can honestly say he was my earliest mentor. I learned to laugh and make others laugh, and, since home and school were living nightmares, laughter was my lifeline.
I’m no expert aside from having suicide issues in the family. Also, years ago, I…
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I can’t say that I’ve ever been a fan of The Spirit Box. I never trusted it. But it is a tool used by many paranormal investigators, and anyone who is the first to do anything deserves a nod.
Thanks to Huff Paranormal for this report.
In the wake of Robin Williams’ death, speculated to be suicide from depression, I got thinking about other comedians who have done the same or battled demons. Jim Carrey has publicly talked about his own challenges. I thought I’d pass along the recent offering from The Washington Post, because depression can sometimes be a very serious clinical condition that needs more help than the garden variety blues.
Now you don’t know who to believe. I don’t care if anyone was fired or not. What I cared about was whether they acted in their reality show.
Aaron Goodwin dropped the dime. Ghost Adventures faked EVP’s when they weren’t getting enough.
I find this amusing because of all the reasons I did not like this show, reenactment or acting was not on my list.
The completion of the Deborah Harkness trilogy was a must-read for those who fell under the spell of The Discovery of Witches and Shadow of Night.
Let me preface this by admitting that I have never been a fan of vampire stories. I read Twilight in attempt to ascertain why it was so popular. Girl falls for boy who is really bad for her. The plot had a universal theme set in Vampville. I get it. Did I like it enough to read the rest of the series? No. Maybe it was all the annoying whispering. I didn’t see the movies either.
Then I tried Charlaine Harris’s True Blood series. That wasn’t any more endearing. I suppose I just couldn’t buy the whole situation.
Yet The Discovery of Witches sucked me in, no pun intended. I had trouble with parts, but not enough to abandon it. I appreciated the history and liked the characters well enough to see it all the way through. I even found some of it tedious. And after having invested the time it took to read nearly a thousand pages of the first two volumes, the more than five hundred pages of its finale should have been as delectable as a holiday meal after two years of strict dieting. I wish I could say that I didn’t want it to end. Instead, I counted the pages until I ferreted out the answers to the main question of what secret lay inside Ashmole 782.
Sadly, I found this volume so cluttered with secondary characters that I lost count, and eventually, interest. On the flipside, I couldn’t get enough of the dastardly antagonist, and just when I was getting into that plot line, the story took a turn down Mundane Street and hung a left, leaving me bored and in search of the main thoroughfare. Three quarters of the way in, I felt the author was pulling obstacles out of the air in attempt to hold the suspense for as long as possible. The heroine’s face-off with her nemesis from the first book was handled like a politician, with kid gloves. And when I finally reached the resolution, I said out loud, “That’s it?” Then I reread the passage just to be sure.
Plausible? Yes. Satisfactory? Almost. Even the showdown with the antagonist lacked punch.
I really, really wanted to love this book. The finale of a trilogy should be the best of the three. Although this volume had plenty of lovely sentiment and some well-crafted scenes, they weren’t quite in the places I’d anticipated. All told, I found this piece to be convoluted and disappointing. Perhaps my expectations were too high. Just like Twilight, I have no doubt that I’m one of five people on the planet who did not adore this book.
Harkness spoke at our local book festival last year. I enjoyed her openness and behind-the-story anecdotes very much. I became a genuine fan – of her. I just wish I could say the same for her fiction. But hey, she’s the one laughing all the way from the NY Times bestseller list to the bank.
I heard about this story on the radio this morning. A woman was watching the report on television and recognized, not her house, but her dining room table.
The woman had rented the house without being told that it had been the former house of a serial killer who tortured and killed women in the basement. Between 12 and 20 victims! Who rented this house to her without disclosing the previous owner? The killer’s mother. Apparently, there was no state law requiring full disclosure.
If this happened to you, would you be able to continue living there?
The renter wanted to break the lease, but the owner wouldn’t allow it, until she got other authorities involved. Then the owner backed off.
I can’t imagine how horrible I would feel knowing people had been tortured and lost their lives in the space supposed to be my sanctuary. Residual energy can stick to objects and property. Just ask John Zaffis (The Haunted Collector) about that.
Food for thought, the next time you go looking for your next home, rental or not. Do your research. Ask questions. Be sure. Or you might end up needing the services of people like Amy and Steve from The Dead Files.
Fortunately, this renter is moving.