Thursday June 12, 2014
If you have been hanging out on my Facebook page you will
know that recently we have been looking at doing some documentaries on all
things spooky. Sort of medium meets scientist if you like. One of the things I don’t
want to do was EVP’s in prisons, mental homes, hospitals. I mean
pardonne moi for stating the obvious but hasn’t that been “done to death?” I rather like the idea of
identifying the resident off worlders, connecting with them and then doing all that kind of stuff. Give them
a name, a face and a story. After all that is probably why they are there, they
want to be heard.
Here is Part I of what happened on my recon mission to a
Queensland brothel that was reported to be haunted. Before I start let me just say this; don’t you go getting
all judgemental with me because it’s a brothel.
You WILL get an argument out of me aif you do but this
isn’t the place to do it. God is NOT judgmental so you don’t have the right to
be either. Suffice to say ALL of the people I met on my research affair were
the nicest people. Kind, accommodating and deserving of your respect.
Now onto the dead ones. Let me state without a shadow of a
doubt…it is haunted! One of the things I
like to do when we know we have a throng of spooks waiting is to talk to them. Upon
arrival there was a short-ish man in spirit who just seemed to make me laugh but was like the smart kid at the front of the classroom shooting his hand up "Miss! Miss! Pick Me! Pick Me!".
Although I could only see him in my spook space, he was a complete dag and
seemed to be up to all sorts of antics. He didn’t feel like he belonged at the
Moulin Rouge (not the real name of the establishment so God help me if there
really is one called that because it’s not your place..ok?) He felt like he
was with someone who was there. We eventually had a little chat, validated him
and who he was with and he hung around a while to see what was going on. He even
told me where to look and where not to go. Thanks Dad! You know who I mean..no not
my
Dad you idiot…I don’t actually know who he is. Ooops wandering off…ok back now!
Walking around with the Manager of the Red Windmill he was telling
me where the lurking spooks were reported to have been seen by the girls. It was
important I didn’t know too much in case it looked like a set up. Dad wasn’t even mentioned before he
introduced himself so I think they got that I was intending on acting like a
pork chop with integrity! There were
definitely good and bad energies, entities and spirits there. Some lurking and some shoving me on the stairs or tapping me on the shoulder. In the end we had three main players and two
family members that we could positively identify. The main spirit-players; Mr G, Skinny Guy and Mary. The gatecrashers; Dad and Margaret. I would like to apologise to Margaret for not
realising who she was straight away. Sorry
Margaret.
There was no doubt there were cold and warm spots in the establishment. Similarly I felt both friendly "Hey stop for a chat" energies as well as some less endearing spirits. One of them hissed at me and said "Go away you big baby" but that was later on.
Once we can “feel” there is someone around in spirit I like
take photo’s lots of them because it's really only one in one hundred that you get anything in the frame. Even that doesn’t always work and to be honest I have only
met one spiritual being who will be photographed on demand. Most times I see them, click and they are gone and I am left with just a splurgy light thingy when the image comes
out. Having said that once I decided to take photos the bizarre
stuff kicked off. Remember, I am a a pork chop with integrity, there were
witnesses to everything.
I took photos all
over the place but the camera would not work in one particular room ( in the living
area for the girls) with one particular person in it. You know who you are
Lollipop!. After trying all three cameras I bought with me to cover off "equipment failure" I decided to leave it and carry on
about the place taking pictures, clicking and flashing like an old pro myself I
was! When it came to downloading from the memory cards there was NOTHING on any
of them, nothing…except…two pictures of Lollipop. If that wasn’t a spectacular start to the 24
hours I don’t know what was! It reminded me of the time I went to a cemetary to take pictures and record.3 hours of tape was just three seconds of "Go away" and 211 digital pictures were all just grey fuzz like when the television programming ended in the 1960's, white noise and grey fuzzy.I know spirit can interact better with electronic equipment than some people, so I was annoyed but not surprised. I just wanted to know what the caper was though? Was someone trying to tell me not to take pictures anywhere else?
As I was walking along the hall I muttered an apology to the
naked man standing in one of the bedrooms and properly averted my gaze. I thought he was an
idiot for leaving the door open when there were strangers around but I have eye
balled enough bare bums in my time for it not to ruffle my feathers. I turned around in the stairwell and the
Moulin Manager was behind me coming up the stairs. To protect the innocent I shall
refrain from describing under what circumstances and his attire but I almost
peed my pants laughing! I quizzed Lollipop who was the other guy? I feared the two and only males on the floor would be in cahoots playing practical jokes on me all night. Lolly casually
responded that there was no other man in the building. Gosh! Naked spook bum!
He looked so real and usually when I see spirit in the physical environment
they are grainy or don’t hold there for long but in this instance this perky pink
derriere looked jolly real to me! My very first naked spook!
Two things became obvious when it came to pinpointing
the most ethereal activity; around the pool table was definitely spook central and Mary
liked to walk the hall upstairs with a frosty look on her face. I feel she
considered herself house-mistress for the girls. At one point I was sure I saw an older man leaning against the pool table, looking directly at me. Time and time again as I passed a black leather chair I saw someone sitting there as if they were waiting for their turn at pool. Then there was the tall dark shadow that I am sure was not good, it loomed over the pool table like the dark miserable energy it was. Skinny Guy liked to hang out by the kitchen
door or in one of the bathrooms. Which had frightened many of the girls
already. Not least little Miss Sarina who simply refused to go in one
particular room unless she had an armed guard and a string of garlic!
Taking the first daylight photos this is what we got. Now let
me tell you that usually spiritual energy is more active at night. I have said before that Arty explained this is
because of the less unnatural light and the slowing of human energies. It is easier to manifest at night than in the
day but you will see from these photos those we had connected with were giving
it a red hot go to be seen.
I had managed a spook-up (like a hook up but spooky!) with
Mr G who explained he was in his late 50’s and worked for himself when he hopped off the human merry go round. He owned a
business, had one daughter and was separated from his wife. He didn’t say
divorced he clearly said separated. His family he felt had used him and not
been as genuine as they could have been and when he had a heart attack (too much
rich food and wine he smiled). They were “faster to the bank than they were to
the funeral home.”
That was a little sad
as he struck me as such a genuine man. Salt of the earth type who got where he
got through hard graft without any tricks or handouts. In fact he confirmed he
had no handouts and he started things from scratch. When I asked him his
business he said “manufacturing and insurance.” The two don’t really go together
but we were located in a semi industrial area so I pondered whether he was
actually from the area and the word insurance was just a furphy. Maybe he had a local factory in the same area but decided to hang around the girls rather than his family? he mentioned he was there because he wanted company and I never thought at the time to ask him how a spook becomes lonely! His story made sense to
me and is worthy of some local research to back it up.
Tomorrow I will ramp it up a little as the evening goes on
and tell you about Skinny Guy (heads up he is a voyeur…tsk…tsk). For now let’s
evidence where we pinpointed ‘the action” to be…..a demain mes enfants! See you
tomorrow kids! Bis morgen kinder!
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