So we started noticing the paranormal activity within a
couple weeks after my mom passed away.
After about 8 months of this, we finally decided to buy some motion and
sound activated cameras which we have set to record after we go to bed or when
we’re not at home. We have one in the
front room (my Shiatsu room), one in the kitchen, and one in the family room
that’s in the back side of the house).
MY THEORIES FOR REASONS FOR THE PARANORMAL ACTIVITY
People assume that when someone dies, it must be their
energy that causes paranormal activity if there is any. I don’t just assume that, although that’s a
likely assumption.
I consider that maybe Mom’s death caused a “doorway” for
other energies to interact with the physical dimension. Even though Mom didn’t die in the house, it
was her house so I’m sure her energy is strongly tied there. And perhaps some earthbound spirit attached
itself to mom’s energy attachment to our house.
Whether it’s Mom’s energy or another spirit attracted to us
through her death, there are many factors tethering mom’s energy to the house
which I think give plenty reason for either Mom or some other wayward spirit to
be the cause of the paranormal activity:
1). Mom was a bit of a pack rat. She kept a lot of stuff whether for memories
or attachments, or perhaps she just had a hard time throwing things away. We had to sort through it all which felt like
an invasion of her privacy, but it needed to be done. While alive she didn’t like her stuff to be
moved, literally. I had offered to pay
for new carpet when we moved in with her which was three years before she died,
but she refused based only on the fact that she didn’t want anything moved. I could tell there were places where stuff
hadn’t been cleaned, vacuumed, dusted, or moved in decades.
2). We had to get rid of most of her things. Mom wanted me to keep certain items and
furniture, which I ended up getting rid of because I either didn’t want it or
didn’t have room for it. Her having such
an attachment to belongings I got rid of might make for some energy
disruptions. Not necessarily her energy
consciously causing a disruption, but perhaps a sort of “stored energy” being
disrupted. Makes me wonder if other
people with her stuff are experiencing anything.
3). We got the house renovated after she passed away. It needed to be done but I’m sure Mom would
have hated the idea. Renovations and
changes to a place are a major catalyst in disrupting energy. Not only are you changing a place physically
but you’re also changing its energy.
4). My mom didn’t like me being my own person with my own
opinions and differing likes and dislikes from her. I have to admit, at first I balked at the
idea of keeping Mom’s house just because I didn’t want to live in “her” house
with her energy. Me being happy in what
was her home could possibly be a reason for her energy causing the paranormal
activity.
5). My mom was a person who could hold onto anger like
nobody’s business. She could feel and
express it too without any qualms. I’m
just not like that at all, and quite the opposite. I often wonder if our fun and happiness and
peaceful lifestyle are pissing her off!
Mom had some personality disorders.
Look up Cluster B Personality Disorder and you’ll understand. In life she was jealous of me being so
different from her. I wouldn’t be
surprised that hasn’t changed just because she’s no longer physically living.
All in all, I hope that Mom’s spirit is at peace,
completely, that she’s whole, with no caste off aspects of her psyche or spirit
looming out there. I hope she’s not
stuck in whole or in part, unable to move on or unable to heal. And I really have no idea if our paranormal
activity is caused by my mom’s energy, whether consciously or indirectly, but
just in case I’ve sent her many messages and prayers to help her to cross over,
heal, and move on.
ACTIVE OR RESIDUAL?
I’ve tried to decipher whether the activity should be
considered active or residual, and I’d have to say active because it’s always
changing and it definitely affects our personal belongings, so it doesn’t seem
residual at all.
POLTERGEIST?
I don’t believe it can be considered poltergeist activity
because that seems to be more mischievous in nature, which it isn’t, and we
don’t have any reason to believe it’s our own energy acting out or causing
it.
PSYCHIC ENERGY?
The last theory I can come up with has to do with the fact
that like I said, we’ve experienced paranormal activity in every home we’ve
lived in. So what’s that all about? I’ve always been psychically aware and
sensitive, I’ve had OBEs my whole life, and even a near-death experience. My son is psychically sensitive as well. Perhaps our energy simply just attracts
paranormal activity.
Rather than tell our experiences chronologically, I think
it’ll be more impressive to group them:
OBJECTS THAT HAVE PHYSICALLY MOVED
I’ve noticed that objects that get moved are either my
personal things or they are things that I’ve just come in contact with. This has made me consider that either it’s
possibly my own energy doing it, or that whatever is doing it is doing it
consciously to me or because of me.
There doesn’t seem to be any randomness to it. Read the list and you’ll see what I mean.
1). I had put a plug-in nightlight in a kitchen socket
earlier in the day. Later that night I
walked into the kitchen and was looking in the fridge for something to drink,
standing there with the door open which my mom would have hated. I heard a noise behind me. I turned around and saw that the nightlight
had popped out of the socket. Where it
was laying made it seem like it flew out rather than just fell out, not that it
should have been able to fall out anyway!
2). A standing mirror that was leaning against the wall
moved when I was standing there looking in it.
I was just standing there checking out my outfit and the mirror rocked
back and forth! This wasn’t a case of
the floor shaking causing it to move.
It’s a mirror in my bathroom on a tile floor. Sits there all the time, never shakes when I
walk in and out.
3). My purse had been sitting on a kitchen chair for several
hours since I got home from work one day.
David (my son) and I were watching Lord of the Rings. We paused the movie so I could go get my
insulin bag out of my purse. I didn’t
move the purse, just pulled out my insulin bag.
I went and sat back down on the couch and said to David, “Since the
movie’s paused, we should talk about the activity we’ve noticed in the
house. When we talk about it, more stuff
seems to happen.” So we did. And several minutes went by. Then we heard a loud thud from the kitchen. Since the movie was paused, this sound really
startled me. My purse had fallen off the
chair, landing upside down on the floor!
My purse hadn’t been sitting precariously near the edge of the chair,
and I hadn’t needed to move it to reach in and get my insulin bag. This was really too “coincidental” and really
had my heart going. I actually couldn’t
talk for several seconds for the shock.
4). One day I went to the pantry to get the tape
dispenser. I used it, then put it back
where it was before, which was the back of the middle shelf, third shelf up,
nowhere near the edge. Just like my
purse, it’s not like I had laid it precariously on something. About a half hour later I was in the kitchen
making dinner when I heard several loud banging sounds coming from the
pantry. There were five or six loud
bangs. I went down to look, opened up
the pantry door, and found the tape dispenser on the floor inside the pantry. The tape dispenser is hand held, so it’s
large, and in fact it just barely fits between the closed door and the edge of
the middle shelf. I tried purposely
sliding the dispenser to the edge of the shelf to see how it would naturally
fall, and time and time again it just got stuck against the door. Then I tried flicking it from the shelf to
the pantry door, to see if it could position itself correctly in order not to
get stuck. It took several tries, but
when it finally did position itself correctly, it just fell straight down to
the floor not banging against the door.
There was no reason for it to have fallen in the first place, let alone
being able to position correctly to fit the narrow gap, and also no reason for
it to have caused several loud bangs against the door going down. It seems the tape dispenser was thrown
against the door with force.
5). The clock in my Reiki room fell one evening. We know when it happened. It was sometime in the evening while we were
watching TV because we heard a loud thud.
Since we hear so many of these sounds we didn’t even bother getting up
to look. It was the next day while
looking at our camera footage that I noticed the little clock in my Reiki room
was missing. When I got home from work
the first thing I did was go into my Reiki room to look for the clock, and I
found that it had fallen but had somehow landed on the other side of the little
corner table, rather than having fallen straight down the wall. The hook was still in the wall but it was
turned sideways, and it was in the wall tightly, not loosely, so the hook was
actually pointed to the side. That tells
me that the clock was moved with enough force to turn the hook. We have pretty thick carpet, so the thud was
the sound of the clock hitting the table.
The table was far enough from the wall that if the clock had simply
slipped off the hook then it would have just slid down the wall that it was
on. Instead, the clock was between the
table and the adjacent wall.
6). Last summer while my handyman was still renovating, I
had had the AC going, but when I turned it off I started opening up all the
windows again. The last one was in the
bathroom off the master bedroom, but the window just wouldn’t budge. It was as if it were locked even though I
knew there was no reason for it to be locked.
I never lock the windows. I
finally just tried switching the lock lever, and then the window opened. I was home all day. No one else had been upstairs, let alone in
my bedroom and bathroom! And I wouldn’t
have locked it.
7). I have a couple copies of my memoir sitting on display
in my Shiatsu room, on a little handmade wooden bench shelf that my dad
built. On a Wednesday afternoon I
decided to vacuum the whole house, moving things to vacuum in every
corner. So I had moved the books and the
bench to vacuum, but I placed everything back the way it was. The next morning at 4:26 am, our living room
cam picked up a motion and sound. At
first I could only hear what sounded like a loud scraping noise. It was so distinct that when I went down the
stairs first thing that morning I purposely looked to see if anything had been
moved. I quickly saw that the two books
had slid off the bench onto the floor.
After reviewing the footage many times that day I finally noticed that
just at the very bottom of the screen you can barely see the books actually sliding
off the bench. It’s timed perfectly with
the sound so there’s no doubt that’s what the sound was. But there was no reasonable explanation for
the books falling. They’d been sitting
there more than 12 hours after I had moved them to vacuum. We don’t have any pets, and the windows in
that room are always closed.
8). One day I came home from work and the entry door to the
garage was standing open. David had been
home all day so I asked him about it, but he said he never went down to that
lower level of the house all day, so it wasn’t him. Also, you can’t see that the door from the
kitchen, so David had no idea it was open or when it happened. You also can’t see the door from any of our
cameras. The night before, David had
gone into the garage to get something out of the freezer. Before bed, I double checked that the entry
door was shut tightly, something that I always do after using it. Since David was the last one to use it, I did
this double check on his behalf. I know
that the door had not just been only slightly closed; it was definitely latched
shut. There’s no way for the wind to
have pushed it open.
9). Last year while the upper level was being renovated, my
handyman would leave his tools and painting supplies up there over night. One evening we were downstairs watching TV,
when we heard a loud thud from the bedroom right above us. Of course we knew no one was up there. We immediately went up to check, and two tool
cases had fallen over. This was around 9
pm, and those tool cases had been standing up since my handyman had left around
5 pm. I remember seeing them there
because I had to walk around them to get to the window earlier in the
evening. There was nothing that could
have caused two heavy tool cases to fall over!
10). There were two photos on the hutch of my desk that fell
over one day. The reason why this was
strange is because they are in front of a stack of loose photos, but only two
fell. They’d been sitting on my desk
hutch for a year, never having been moved and never having been shook with all
the walking around or getting up from my desk that I do many times a day. I have no idea why they fell or if it’s
paranormal. One of the photos was the
last picture I took of me and Bruce Moen together before his death. We were in a Jamba Juice. The other photo was a picture I took of him
during one of our Oovoo video calls (similar to Skype). Perhaps this was a “hello” from Bruce? I don’t know.
I keep photos of him on my desk to keep him in sight and “near me” so I
always feel close to him and can talk to him every day. I know that I can talk to him anytime,
anywhere, and I do, but it’s so much better seeing his sweet smile when I
do. Maybe the two pictures falling from
a stack of loose photos was nothing more than random coincidence. Maybe it was a sign from Bruce. Maybe it was something else. I really have no idea.
A distinct pattern I see is that most of these things are
items that I had recently touched when they had moved on their own except for
three: The little wall clock which I
hadn’t touched for at least a month since the time change. The two tool cases which I hadn’t touched at
all. And the photos of Bruce.
SOUNDS WE HEAR WITH NO KNOWN REASON FOR THEM
There are several distinct and repetitive sounds,
particularly knocks, thuds, a sliding/scraping sound, and garbled sounds or
muffled talking. They are heard with the
naked ear, so not just on the cameras.
The knocks are random and can be heard in one room or
another, so there’s no pattern. For
several months we’d hear the knocks one to three times a night, and then they
stopped for a few month. They are
usually random and occasional. Sometimes
they are just in the room, and other times we’ve heard them from the walls or
the ceiling.
The sliding/scraping sound has been caught on the camera as
well as heard with the naked ear, and it shows up in different areas of the
house. I remember the first time I heard
it. The main level of the house was
still unfinished, mostly empty, except for some boxed-up stuff. I noticed my mom’s digital clock was still
out and hadn’t been packed, so I walked over to it. And just as I was about to touch it, I heard
the sliding/scraping sound. It was
coming from the middle of the room to my right, but no matter where I walked,
the sound followed me. It was always to
the right of me, and always right next to my head. It was loud and distinct and very
uncanny. This was in what’s now my Reiki
room and what used to be Mom’s dining room.
In this experience I had, the sound repeated over and over for several
minutes while I stood there in disbelief.
I eventually went and looked in the basement right under that room,
outside right outside the window, and I even got up on the roof. David described the same sound in the same
room about a month earlier but I kind of brushed it off as a dream because he
said he woke up hearing it. And then a
couple weeks after he heard it, Abby (my daughter) and her boyfriend had heard
the same thing in the same area too, but they hadn’t told me about it at the
time. There was another occasion where
Abby was visiting, and we were sitting on the couch talking, when we suddenly
heard the sliding/scraping sound. This
time it sounded as if it were coming from the middle of the house, so like
where the entryway meets the kitchen, and we only heard it once. The times when the camera picked it up it was
only heard once at a time. It’s just a
strange sound. I would describe it as
the sound a heavy cardboard box would make if you were sliding it on cement and
pausing every three seconds between pushes.
Abby described it as if you were sliding a box across the hardwood
floor. David described it as
rubbing/scraping sound against a wall.
There were many times we heard scratching sounds early on in
the renovations when we had a lot of things boxed up. One evening while we were watching TV, there
were loud and continuous scratching sounds from the corner of the room where a
few cardboard boxes were stacked. We
looked, moved boxes around, and the scratching continued. This was probably one of the first sounds we
noticed. I remember I could be in one
room, and hear the scratching in another room, and then go in there and look,
wait, and listen, then hear it in the other room. It was always as if there was someone in
another room, scratching or shifting the boxes around.
Another early sound we heard but that hasn’t seemed to
repeat itself in about a year now was the sound of the front door opening and
someone walking in. The front door is
always locked so I know it’s not possible for someone to just open it and walk
in.
The garbled voice-like sounds are mostly caught on the
camera, but David and I have each heard voices with the naked ear. The muffled voices are as if people are
talking just in the next room with the door closed but you can’t make out what
they’re saying. David once heard a
woman’s muffled whisper right behind him in the hallway.
There are also drum beats and whistles sometimes, which have
only been caught on the camera.
One of the loudest and strongest sounds was a thud that
sounded as if something huge hit the side of the house. I can’t imagine what could create a sound
like that, but we never found anything outside to have caused it.
We’ve also heard the sounds of someone walking around
upstairs. You hear the floor creaking
just as it normally sounds when you know someone is walking up there, but to
hear it when you know that no one else is home is a little scary.
I once heard a lot of bumping sounds right outside my
bedroom door. I assumed that my son
David had come out of his room in the middle of the night and for some strange
reason was clumsily bumbling down the hallway, bumping into the walls and
doors. We both sleep with our doors
shut. I was about to get up and tell him
to knock it off but it stopped, and when I asked him about it the next morning
he said he hadn’t gotten up after going to bed.
It was a very exaggerated set of sounds and wouldn’t have made sense for
him to be doing that anyway.
QUESTIONS PEOPLE ALWAYS ASK:
Do I think it’s my mom?
I have no idea.
Possibly, but I really don’t know.
Have we tried smudging the house with sage?
Yes. At the
suggestion of several people, we did.
Have we tried using a voice recorder to get EVP responses to
questions?
Yes. We’ve tried this
a few times but never got any responses.
Am I scared?
No. We’re so used to
having paranormal experiences, it doesn’t scare us. My book Persephone’s Journey gives a really
detailed account of the paranormal activity we’ve experienced over a many-year
span of my life up to the publishing of the book.
WHAT DO I THINK?
At this writing it’s been 18 months since my mom passed
away. We still get recordings on our
cams, and we still hear things on our own.
I think it’s a natural phenomenon that’s always going to be “attracted”
to me because of my abilities and energy.
I don’t know if we necessarily do anything to cause or attract it, but
we do try to purposely and consciously use our energy and intention to not
allow anything negative in our home. I
don’t believe it’s negative in nature, and therefore harmless. And maybe there’s some other explanation than
the energy of some deceased person. I’ve
certainly experienced many unbelievable and unexplainable things in my life,
things that defy even the laws of physics.
I certainly don’t chalk everything up to ghosts. I think there’s a lot about this reality and other
dimensions that we just don’t know about.
