Hi!

I thought it would be interesting to put the EVP in German here at Hello Ghost because it proves a very important, if not simple, point. I've said again and again that "Ghosts" were once people, just like you and I, with personalities and quirks influenced by their surroundings. The EVP is a prime example of this.

The voices heard are not some generic "Spirit" speaking to us from the other side in English. Nope. They're speaking German. Why? BECAUSE THEY WERE GERMAN WHEN THEY DIED! You don't learn a spanish when you croak. You speak the language you learned and know.

Take it a step further and think about what it implies. We take all that we are and all that we've learned with us. Even down to the language we speak, this knowledge remains with us.

I'll be posting more pics and EVPs but when you listen to them, please don't scream at me in frustration because you can't understand what they're saying. It's not about that. Its about understanding the spirit world.... and its people. I'll post my interpretation of what's said as well as the opinions of my friends here in Germany.

There are various ideas about kust what is being said in the EVP. At the beginning is a ver quiet, soft "Ok" with a hildlike voice. The second voice is more pronounced but very controversial. Some hear "then you can't ask me your questions" while others hear "she's not alone" (Translations). Then "Ask me". Afterwards comes a deeper man's voice but it is quieter and totally jumbled.

The video that the tone was taken from is still being analysed. At the end of it, there appears a glowing orb that flies through the room before disappearing. It was taken with a video camera having 3 levels of night vision. I'll try to get the technical daten and keep ya'll informed.

Have fun!

tla 

PS I've been asked to join a paranormal team over here. Against my better judgement (because I hate to be scared), I've agreed. My wife has also. If nothing else, we should get some interesting material for you. I'm going to buy me a pair of FAST sneakers;)

Hi Folks!

I just wanted to clarify where I stand when it comes to spooks. I've mentioned it in the forums a few times and everyone knows I'm chickens&$t, but I thought I'd delve a little deeper. Mind you, these are only my thoughts and do not reflect anything necessarily intelligent.

I don't like the words Ghost, Spirits, or Spooks. We need to remember that these "Ghosts" were once human beings. They had feelings, thoughts influenced by everyday lives just like we do. What makes us all different from each other, other than how we look, is our personality - how we react or interact with our surroundings- that makes us truly individuals.

But where is our personality, this accumulation of everything we think and feel? Can it be measured with instruments? Are all our thoughts just in our head or are they in our whole being? I once read an article where an organ was removed from a patient (liver or something in that area). According to the study, the patient was put through a series of tests that produced fear, pain, sadness and joy. And the organ, kept sustained on life support systems, reacted to the patient's state of mind! It produced more or less chemicals as though it were still a functioning part in the patient! So our whole body is involved in our thought and emotional process. Why? How? This is where the soul comes in.

The soul is the accumaltion of all that we are. It is the casing surrounding our personality, thoughts and feelings. And it is pure, living energy. This energy is all that remains of us after our body dies and it does not end. We take it with us. It is us. This is why I always refer to ghosts as "Souls" or "Visitors" or "Guest". They were people once. And they still are. The only thing miising is their physical bodies.

Understanding how and why people do the things they do is psychology. It's not necessarily based on scientific measurements using instruments but rather on observation (watching, listening, evaluating). When dealing with hauntings it may be referred to as Parapsychology. But it's basically the same. Why are these souls doing what they're doing?

The easiest way is to ask them. And that's where I stop. It's too great a risk that instead of a happy-go-lucky visitor just hanging out and having fun, you'll get someone suffering extreme depression, sorrow, regret or (worst of all) anger. These feelings are much more intense than anything we've yet to experience. Imagine not being able to get on with your life and forget or correct things in your life. Imagine being "Stuck". Really stuck. There's no way out. Our emotions intensifies itself again and again and again and again the longer we hang on to them. It keeps building. We've all experienced this feeling, but it passes. Our daily lives bombard us with other concerns, occasions and situations. It's always changing and we react accordingly, thus "getting over it".

What happens when we can't get over it? What if our situation offers no escape in the forseeable future? What do we do if we see no way out? Sometimes we try to adjust and get on with our lives, dealing with these emotions when they keep sneaking up on us and ruining our day. We even try to change ourselves in our efforts to find something to replace these negative feeling. We try to forget or deny the whole thing. And more often than not, a part of us dies in this process. We're no longer the person we were before.

We can seek professional help and that helps many. But you have to find someone stronger than yourself to guide you during your healing. That's the hardest part. But in the meantime you can get some astoundingly good legalized drugs! :/

If all else fails, you continue to loose more and more of yourself until nothing is left but you, alone, lost in your own head. Unable and unwilling to interact to the ouside world and society. And those few times when you do try, it is a jumble of unintelligible emotion that your spoken words can't explain. Asylum time.

Spirits don't have this saving grace. There are no options. Their emotion or frame of mind continues to build in intensity... sometimes for centuries. Think you've had a bad week? Try dealing with it for centuries. That's a load of bad vibes. And if we try from this side to help, chances are good that we will be totally overwhelmed.

If I find myself in the prescence of these people, I communicate with them as though they were an everyday person. I treat them the same as everyother Joe Blow on the street. And most of the time they respond surprised but then more civil. Things move along at a much more relaxed pace and you can still come to understand them and maybe help them to help themselves (a golden rule in psychology).

I've also experienced the down side of this method where the soul has been around soooo long that they've accepted their new "life" and want to show that they are different, stronger. These are truly "Lost Souls". There is no rescue available. Some continue to wander, having given up on ever getting away from where they are and thus ignoring our pety attempts. Others enjoy who and what they've become and have forgotten what it was like on this side, to be a part of mankind as we know it. Compassion and understanding of others are the first things to go. Here we go more and more into the realm of what we call demons. They want attention, just as all of us do, but they want the limelight and recognize their power (and want to prove it). In the end you'll have to leave or find someone with more power than your guest to evict him. And there aren't many who can do that.

If you want to scientifically experiment and try to physically identify their realm, ask them first for permission. I don't care for people who meet me and automattically break out electro-magnetic field indicators, blinding me with infra-red lights, sticking thermometers where they don't belong, all the while trying to snap a foto of me. I tend to get upset. Why? Because I am a human being and not an object. It ain't any different for them. Think about it. 

I wish all of you luck with your guests. Try and remember to treat them as human beings first. An invisible friend. And friends take the time to understand each other. Helping each other will come on its own. Most of the time it will work. Just be careful.

take care

tla

"I do not claim to be an expert.  If I say anything intelligent, it was by pure luck."  thelostamerican@helloghost.com

I've mentioned the military school I attended that was a converted hospital. There was one other instance that occured there. Then I'm done. I swear.

We sat around one evening, bored out of our minds, and decided to play a trick on a few new students who... well... they deserved it. They were uneasy being the newbies anyway so why not exploit it! hihi

We told them to meet us in the basement that night. "We always meet there and party it up. The Sargeant won'tl catch us. It's perfect!" They were estatic and agreed to meet us there. hihi.

Our plan went perfect. Two friends of ours said they would handle everything. We met in the basement. The lights were dim. We explained how nobody ever came down here because it was the basement. And in the basement used to be the morgue (which was fact). Precisely at the planned time, as we rounded a corner to go down a long corridor, a nurse in a somewhat outdated uniform pushed a corpse on a gurney across the intersection at the far end. The lighting was PERFECT! Even I got the willies. But what the heck, those were 2 friends of mine down there pulling this scheme off perfectly! They walked so slowly, as if gliding. You sensed the sorrow and the coldness of death. It was PERFECT!

"What the h$&& was that?" my buddy asked. He was behind me... but he shouldn't have been. He should have been on the gurney. Our female friend, the nurse, stood beside him. And they were behind me... They were apparently late and had found us just as the nurse at the other end strolled with her cadaver on the gurney at the far end of the hallway...

Ever seen 8 soldiers running 4 flights of stairs in panic?

tla

"I do not claim to be an expert.  If I say anything intelligent, it was by pure luck."  thelostamerican@helloghost.com

Ok. Time to wierd out on you guys.

After reading Immrama's explanation of why spirits hang around and having to delve into my past experiences further than I wanted, I've realized that there is sometimes something we overlook when dealing with our "Guest". How do they feel?

I think that that is one of the things that scare me the most. Having seen them, been touched by them, heard them and spoke back to them, it is when they enter you and you learn of their sorrow, loneliness or hate. You feel what they feel. And it is very difiicult to deal with.

The emotions they instill in you are so strong that they are hard to put into words their intensity. Last night I became steadily more frustrated that I couldn't communicate these "Feelings". Then it came to me and I beg your forgiveness at my feeble attempt at poetry. I rarely write it, but it seemed to fit.

Inspired by Immrama's story of the man who left his wife behind:

With my feet well planted,  

An obstacle to all whose path crossed mine,    

I stood erect for all to see.      

Proud of what I had done with my time.

I have stood on solid ground.

My life became complete 

by sharing my love, my home, my world with you.

We laughed, wept, struggled and won.     

But after centuries together it ended to soon.

I promised to never leave you.

Since then I have watched you cry  

and you have felt my comforting chill in your sorrow.

Your laugh still brightens every room

And I wait anxiously for your tomorrow.

I was always with you.

I rejoiced in our reunion

while others mourned your passing into death.

But where have you gone, my Love?

My soul is still waiting for your warm breath.

I have never left you.

That which was our home 

I will keep from intruders and strangers.  

We built it and filled it with love.     

A lasting shrine to our endeavors.

I will never leave you.

It's dark and cold without you,   

feeling only fear from others of my prescence.

I love. I mourn. I long for us again.

Remembering the days of my essence.

take care

tla

 "I do not claim to be an expert.  If I say anything intelligent, it was by pure luck."  thelostamerican@helloghost.com

Just thought I'd pass on something. It was documented in military records (a logbook, actually), but fat chance of ever finding them.

During the 80's the US Army decided to open a new Language School in San Francisco in addition to the one in Monterey, California. There is, or was, an old public health hospital on the grounds of the Presidio where they renovated the 3rd, 4th and 5th Floors for their students to learn German, Korean and Spanish. All other floors were not used and off limits. Even the new Entrance was through the back door which conviently put you on the 3rd Floor.

Being "Soldiers", we had to pull our share of guard duty at the Reception Desk on the 3rd floor during the nights. At about 2:30 a.m. we heard laughter coming over the communications console loudspeaker and a red light for the 1st floor reception area lighted up. It sounded like a regular party down there with so many voices down there cutting up. So one of us went downstairs to investigate.

The unlucky soldier dutifully checked the area out. Nobody was there. No party. Nothing. Empty, disused and cold. We heard him over the intercom system as he went in and checked everything out. Our problem was we heard not only him, but the other voices as well. And they were responding somehow more to his prescence. He saw and heard nothing. With a very uneasy feeling, he scrammed and ran back up the 3 flights of stairs to us. Shortly thereafter noises stopped. And we logged it in the book.

Out of curiousity we checked the other logbooks dating back to the time the school was opened. There were numerous entries referring to the party downstairs. Always in the same area, approximately the same time, and always with the same results. And amazingly, nobody (i.e. Platoon Sergeant, First Sergeant or Officer) never questioned us about our entry. It was an accepted occurance that simply happened quite often. The school itself was closed a few years later.

Why and how are they able to make themselves heard and seen over electronic communication, recording and photographic devices? Where's the catch with electricity (electronics) and frequencies? Any clues, Folks?

tla

...What I don’t like are the unexpected and unwanted and intrusions. A little story:

I was about 17, I think, and was driving around with my longtime girlfriend and confidant. We shared everything with one another. She suggested we drive by a house where her mother worked and kill time there just looking around. It was one of the oldest houses in our area dating back to the late 1700s and had been refurbished into a museum. Her mother had told stories of opening the house in the mornings to find all the furniture rearranged as well as seeing the sudden imprint on a mattress of someone sitting or lying down or the rocking chair would start by itself. Weird stuff.

We got out and wandered around the place a bit. I noticed one corner of the house having more ... energy, I guess and kept returning to it to test my senses. Each time it was same. A window on this corner caught my attention. WHAM!
Without looking at her I said “Get in the car”. That’s the last I remember of my conversation with my girlfriend. For about the next 10 minutes I was busy having an argument that continually grew in intensity. “Wait! Come back! Please come back!”
“I don’t want this ! No! Leave me alone!”
“Please! Come back!”
“Come back NOW!” more forcefully.
“Go away! Stop following me!”
“Stop NOW!”
I had to find a sanctuary. It was following me. It would not let go!
There! Now! I’ve got to get there.
“No! Please! Don’t!”
I had a sensation of throwing a force from me, feeling it leave my body. Then nothing.

I opened my eyes, laying in a heap in the parking lot of a nearby church. My girlfriend was beside me and had been crying profusely. But I felt and heard nothing more. I was relaxed. Actually more drained than relaxed. I couldn’t recall how we got to the parking lot or why I was on the ground. Once she had calmed down, my girlfriend had an interesting story.

After I had told her to get in the car, she said I sort of checked out. I no longer responded to her or her questions. It was like I wasn’t really there with her. I had driven like a bat out of hell through a large residential area muttering, sometimes screaming, sometimes pleading but definitely in panic to escape something. My driving speed scared the ... bijibbies out of her as well. She said it was quite an argument I was having. Only she could only hear me. I had eventually stopped the car in the church parking lot and leapt out, leaving the engine still running, stretched my arms skyward and screamed! A scream that came from the depths of me. Then I collapsed.

This is what I mean when I say I don’t like the s$&t. Risking my life and well being is one thing. But I could have seriously injured, if not killed, my girlfriend while lost in this... trance, I guess you’d call it. I’d experienced this before but never this extreme. It had been fun. But now... Its hard enough dealing with the contact and the memory thereafter without involving the innocent and having almost seriously hurt someone else. Never again.

I know the sensations. I know how to recognize what precludes these events. And I block them. I ignore them. Friend or foe, all of them. If you acknowledge they are there, some see it as power. The more attention they receive, the more powerful they become. And the more daring.

As far as getting in touch with deceased family members, I think I’ll pass. They know where to find me if they need something. I would like to think my dad is enjoying himself immensely and I’ll just wait till he gets a chance to say hi between parties. But there’s nothing worse than getting a call from home during a really great party just so they can say hi and check up on you. Ruins the whole atmosphere ; )

So. Change of subject. I was a boy scout, too. I was the one caught by the Scoutmaster with Playboy centerfolds taped inside my tent. Not cool. And I ruined my new cooking set trying to make those stupid Smores. You know, melted chocolate and marshmallows sandwiched between graham crackers. THAT was an ungodly mess.

take care!
tla

"I do not claim to be an expert.  If I say anything intelligent, it was by pure luck."  thelostamerican@helloghost.com

Hi Folks!

I've got a problem. It's been a long while since I've sensed or experienced anything. As a matter of fact, I was hoping I had finally outgrown it. You know, kids outgrow doing stupid things like playing with raw hamburger or having allergies. As we get older our bodies adjust and our minds become more organized.

We're visiting a very good friend in Germany in the town where I used to be stationed and also where I met Shanara. Shanara grew up with this woman and I've known her for well over 20 years now so we're all very tight. She even signed our guestbook here (Moni).

She's had a hell of a life but has managed to stay on her feet while raising 2 wonderful girls on her own. And finally things are really starting to go her way. We have tremendous respect for her and love her dearly. But her house is haunted.

"Yea, yea, big deal. Ok." But you have to understand that she dosen't believe in spirits and also lives alone with her daughters in this huge house. So how do you suggest something without making her life even more difficult? Anybody understand me here? If she's not aware of it, then why mention it.

Then comes Shanara.... "Youi have a strange house". So much for sparing the innocent Actually we were quite surprised. She has experienced several things in this house but just chose to ignore them.

I've sensed something here everytime we've visited but never really experienced anything dramatic. It was just a feeling. On Tuesday morning Shanara and I were drinking coffee in the kitchen. The kids had all gone to the playground. And Moni's boyfriend was upstairs fixing her computer. That's when there came the knock on the door.

My first thought was "Man, I hope Shanara stands up before I do. I hope she'll answer the door. Maybe if I just wait...."

Shanara went to the door

There was nobody there. Even Shanara was perplexed. It was 4 distinct klops on a door as if someone wanted in. We've checked everything trying to find a reasonable answer. Nothing. I have been able to deduce that the clopping was not at the frontdoor but rather the door going to the basement. It had the same tone when knocked upon as that which we had heard. Since then I've been "brushed" a few times and seen fleeting shadows. My senses, which have always alerted me, are going into overtime responding and analysing everything.

Moni knew all was not well here but refuses to get nervous about it. She's told us how she, her boyfriend and daughters have heard footsteps walking through the attic. Doors shutting and opening by themselves. The basement has the strongest vibes but I refuse to venture down there. I'm not up for it. But the visitor is not dangerous or benevolent so why get excited about it?

While cleaning out her basement she found a calender book dated 1928 in perfect shape laying on a shelf that has been empty for years. She brought it to us and handed it to me. I got such a shock that I threw it back on the table right away and rrefused to touch it. There is nothing written on the pages but there is a map of Eurpe at that time in the very front that has cities underlined. Starting in Poland and ending up here in this town. 

After talking with an original settler of this area, we know that it is the route taken by the polish refugees in the late 40s escaping the russian occupation at the end of WW2. A woman built this house in 1950 and was one of the refugees.... and she had been born in 1928.

We're driving back home tomorrow. I've had enough and don't really want to become more involved. It brings back too much and I want out. It's not benevolent or evil so I'm not worried about Moni. We're just keeping it all cool for now.

So much for a relaxing vacation.

Take care ya'll!

tla

"I do not claim to be an expert.  If I say anything intelligent, it was by pure luck."  thelostamerican@helloghost.com

Hi Folks,

I've been thinking a lot about my new section, wondering how to arrange it so its interesting, helpful and entertaining for our readers. I came to the conclusion that I haven't had that many wierd experiences and most of them already can be found in the forums. Furthermore, I tend to react to pieces written by others rather than instigate discussions based on me.

So what I've decided to do is copy those experiences I have had and paste them here with a reference to where it can be found in the forums. You are more than welcome to add your comments here or in the main forum.

Afterwards I will try and keep a journal although I sincerely hope that I have no more spiritual encounters. There may be times that I write something totally off the wall just to get something off my chest, but give me time. Eventually with the proper medicine and shock therapy I'll get back to the subjest at hand- Ghosts.

My wife and I are bilingual in german and english so you can write in both languages. I hope to enlist a member who is fluent in spanish, french and other languages. I think it would be interesting to prove that we are truly dealing with a worldwide phenominon. So if you are fluent in another language, let us know!

So, off to the blogging! Enjoy the site!

tschuss!
tla

"I do not claim to be an expert.  If I say anything intelligent, it was by pure luck."  thelostamerican@helloghost.com