Thursday, March 21, 2013
the acting bug
OK I was in the drama club, and loved stage when I was in High School. Left it behind as I grew up and moved to other things. Well this last weekend I was right back on but in front of a camera. Shot a great short that I wrote and helped produce, as well played one of the main parts in the film. Really I forgot how much fun it is to act, something I want to do more of as much as I love directing being in front of the camera was a blast. Look forward to showing all of you this one. As part of my dreams making movies is one of them and this will be my third shoot. Two shorts and a trailer for a full length I have written and want to film. I am also working on two more films, another short and Episode one of Pinkerton's.
I have to say one of the funnest things from filming was working with a good friend Tim, and some great cast members who did this for free. Thanks for the fun and look forward to so much more from my production company Bag of Holding production's
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
This is not about fame and money
I have been in the paranormal for over twenty seven years now. Have been approached nine times for paranormal TV shows, and one show on Big foot. Turned them all down but one My Ghost Story and I did that one more because a good friend asked me to do it. I have never ever done anything for the fame; I have done many of the things I do because I love what I do. It is that simple; as I reach my forty second birthday I am working on the next step in life. One of my hero’s is Glenn Beck, he worked hard to get where he is today. At my age he was still just trying to make a living, now he is the owner of his own broadcasting company, host to a radio show with over eight million listeners each day. An all new way to bring his media to the world; I think of what he did and I am just blown away. I started jsut two years ago Gronter Films, this was going to be me doing something I love Horror films. Shot my first movie with two good friends and well it was not as great as I would of liked it but it was a start, now I move to Bag of Holding Productions. This is my dream one year from now to have my own office, to do nothing but make films not just horror (under Gronter Films) but make movies and series that the whole family can watch.
I have never done this for the fame, or the money. If that was the only reason I did I would be there by now. No my reputation and my integrity mean more to me then some check. I see people get into the Paranormal only because they want to be the next Ghost show, or paranormal expert most of them fail with in the first two years.
I love what I do, and as I look back it all started with a podcast Residual Haunting live. Now Residual Haunting Revived going into its seventh year has never been about how many listeners we have but how much fun me and two of my closest friends have each week. We have invited to local cons and I am now going to one of the largest geek cons in the world. Not because I have forced my way in but because we have taken what we love and shown our passion for it. We also have never lost the most important thing that many do; we still love it. It has not become a job it is just fun.
I started Bag of Holding Productions because I do not want to beholden to anyone but God, my family and myself. I never ever want someone to say “well if we had some nudity in there it would help it sell” Nope not going to happen. If someone came to me today and said we will give you ten million for your script or two million for you to direct it I would take the two in a heartbeat. Don’t ever give up on your dreams, and never sale your soul for fame. To many people walk down that road and later regret it. When asked by some if I could do anything different today or change something I did in the past I tell them nope because the fire I walked through to get here has made me who I am today. Be proud of what you have done, and let your pride show. No matter what enjoy the climb and when you get to the top (nowhere near it myself) you can look down and say because of God, friends and hard work I got here. No one pulled me up but there were many who kept telling you to never stop. So this last week I have seen so many great friends help be kick Bag of Holding Productions off the ground, and I am going to do all I can to never let them down. We have climbed this mountain together and even though I sometimes can see the top through the clouds I am not there yet. Thank you all of you who have supported me, and all I have meet over the years. The best is about to come and look out Glenn someday you will ask me to interview you.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Life change
This time last year I was getting ready to make one of the biggest decisions of my life. I was two days away from a gastric bypass. Scared OH YEAH, I had for the last two weeks been on a limited liquid diet. I had already dropped 48 pounds in the six months before. IT was hard, and there were days I was saying I just don't want to do it. As of today I have lost 220 pounds I went from a 56 inc waste to a 36 inch. I can walk five miles and not pass out. I sleep better, have a bit more energy and love it. So sitting one year after surgery I have to say it was well worth it.
Friday, February 8, 2013
Not green just cheap
SO I have been taking the bus now for a few months to work. Now I am not doing this to save the environment, or to make a stand for global warming. I am doing this because well I am a cheap bastard. To fill my truck up each week cost around sixty bucks, my work pays for a bus pass as part of being an employee so since taking the bus I am saving around two hundred bucks a month just in gas. Now that in it self is a good reason to take the bus, but there are a few extras one I get to take a nap on the way to work and on the way back. I have also done a lot of reading, watched a few movies and have meet some very interesting people. For anyone that is a nice way to get to work and time to get some important things done; hold on there are a few drawbacks, I know shocker. First I ride the express bus from home to downtown, it is always packed and anyone who has gotten on a bus knows there is not a lot of room. Next buses are not built for comfort. I can live with that, its really only a forty minute ride. My big issue with the bus is well lets face it SMELLS! Public buses are never known for having that new car smell. IN fact I think they come with "HOMELESS GUY SMELL" now I am not saying there is anything wrong with homeless people my heart goes out to someone who is down on their luck and having some hard times. Each day I get on these buses and say to myself WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SMELL! Lets look at the cost of what 2.35 per person and over five bucks for the any express you would think just think they could afford a few air fresheners, maybe two or three hundred air fresheners for each bus. I will keep taking the bus because well I am a cheap bastard but maybe just maybe I will spend a few extra bucks a week from what I am saving on gas and buy some air fresheners and hand them out to the bus drivers.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Starting once more
SO I will be honest, I really suck at blogging. Its not that I don't want to do it, I just find something else to do other then blog. So what have I been up to since my last post? Well lets see, I went under the knife almost a year ago and had a gastric bypass. Biggest steep I have ever taken in my life, since then I have lost over two hundred pounds and sixteen inches around my waste. So strange some days to look in the mirror and say hey that is me! I have am starting to do more filming and really trying to start a production company trying to write (as you can see with this blog trying is the word there) doing all I can to be a better husband, dad, and friend. Still talking to myself in the dark looking for ghost, and finding that walking is really not that bad when you are down 200 hundred pounds. Working on a new short winter solstice at the Office, and a full length horror film Slow Drain. So here is to hoping my dreams can come true someday. If you want to know more about my ghost hunting head over to my website http://www.wasatchparanormal.com and once I get my production website up I'll let you all know.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Reflections of the St. James Hotel Cimarron New Mexico
As I pulled up to this tan Adobe hotel in the small town of Cimarron NM I could almost hear the whip and chains of a Stagecoach coming to a stop just up the road. The St. James Hotel (originally called the Lambert Hotel) part of the Santa Fe Trail was a stop of famous names from the Wild West. With Wyatt Earp, Doc Holiday, Annie Oakley, and Clay Allison, and many others sleeping and well shooting their way into history; I crossed into the lobby wishing I had a colt .44 on my hip. A bobcat and one of the largest Buffalo heads I have ever seen greets you, with furniture that has been a part of the hotel since it opened back in the late eighteen hundreds let me know this was going to be more than just a stay in a hotel.
The feel of this hotel is that of the past, long hallways with rooms and community bathrooms really not much has changed from its heyday boasting as one of the most elegant hotels west of the Mississippi. No Television in your room, and the wireless internet really only works in the lobby. This Hotel really is a place to escaping into the past, and brush the modern world off you like dust at the door. Some of the rooms are just beds, but all made to help you rest. My wife and I stayed in Room twenty three the Waite Phllips Suite, a King size bed with a mattress to die for; a little sitting room off from the bathroom and an old fashion claw foot tub; but each room holds its own little feature to make it unique.
Around every corner not only did I find more to explore but a place to just sit and talk, hang with friends, or just enjoy the peace and quiet. The hotel has two floors each with their own walk tour down history; on the walls are pictures from the hotel, and the town of Cimarron’s past. A long stairway leads to you the second floor, where you can spend time playing cards in the poker room, or sit in the hall next to T.J’s room one of the past owners who was shot only to died three days later from his wounds. His room number eighteen is known by the staff as the most haunted spots in the building, they keep it locked at all times and no one is allowed to rent it out. Many of the staff will take whiskey up to the door and down a shot in honor of his loss. Each room still are open with a key, showing signs of the hotels past, with a Transom Window hand panted with scenes of the Wild West; just adds to the home feel to this hotel. Time has taken its toll on this hotel, but I felt it only added to the charm and love you could feel from its walls.
The Bar and restaurant is just off the lobby, offering food that is an authentic taste of New Mexico. A fire place in the middle of the restaurant, rifles hanging from the wall, its hard wood floors; painting’s hang from the walls of the gunmen from the west. The bar is not just a place to get a beer, but is a full bar, and could be called the town hall, with the mayor, and town Sheriff talking to guest and town members over a beer. Bewared Drunkenness is prohibited but a good time is required by all. Really how could you not in this place where the staff is not just nice but have just as much fun as you. When you eat in the restaurant be ready for real food, not some small portion but steaks that could be a side of beef, chicken full of flavor and plump. All made with the same care and love you feel from all the staff. I look forward to heading back soon, just to relax and enjoy the company of some new friends. When you’re looking for some time away from all the madness going on these days it is worth the trip to relax, enjoy the hospitality, make some new friends, and maybe if you are lucky meet some ghost from the past.
The feel of this hotel is that of the past, long hallways with rooms and community bathrooms really not much has changed from its heyday boasting as one of the most elegant hotels west of the Mississippi. No Television in your room, and the wireless internet really only works in the lobby. This Hotel really is a place to escaping into the past, and brush the modern world off you like dust at the door. Some of the rooms are just beds, but all made to help you rest. My wife and I stayed in Room twenty three the Waite Phllips Suite, a King size bed with a mattress to die for; a little sitting room off from the bathroom and an old fashion claw foot tub; but each room holds its own little feature to make it unique.
Around every corner not only did I find more to explore but a place to just sit and talk, hang with friends, or just enjoy the peace and quiet. The hotel has two floors each with their own walk tour down history; on the walls are pictures from the hotel, and the town of Cimarron’s past. A long stairway leads to you the second floor, where you can spend time playing cards in the poker room, or sit in the hall next to T.J’s room one of the past owners who was shot only to died three days later from his wounds. His room number eighteen is known by the staff as the most haunted spots in the building, they keep it locked at all times and no one is allowed to rent it out. Many of the staff will take whiskey up to the door and down a shot in honor of his loss. Each room still are open with a key, showing signs of the hotels past, with a Transom Window hand panted with scenes of the Wild West; just adds to the home feel to this hotel. Time has taken its toll on this hotel, but I felt it only added to the charm and love you could feel from its walls.
The Bar and restaurant is just off the lobby, offering food that is an authentic taste of New Mexico. A fire place in the middle of the restaurant, rifles hanging from the wall, its hard wood floors; painting’s hang from the walls of the gunmen from the west. The bar is not just a place to get a beer, but is a full bar, and could be called the town hall, with the mayor, and town Sheriff talking to guest and town members over a beer. Bewared Drunkenness is prohibited but a good time is required by all. Really how could you not in this place where the staff is not just nice but have just as much fun as you. When you eat in the restaurant be ready for real food, not some small portion but steaks that could be a side of beef, chicken full of flavor and plump. All made with the same care and love you feel from all the staff. I look forward to heading back soon, just to relax and enjoy the company of some new friends. When you’re looking for some time away from all the madness going on these days it is worth the trip to relax, enjoy the hospitality, make some new friends, and maybe if you are lucky meet some ghost from the past.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
First part of the St. James Chapter
Here is the first paragraph to the first chapter to the St. James Hotel. SO much has happen the first night I think I could write a book just on it. I am so looking forward to one more night at the St. James Hotel and I have to tell you it is so worth the drive. I love this place the history, the energy and well the food is fantastic. I am telling you next time you want to do a road trip head on down to New Mexico and check this place out. I really cant say anything bad about the place other than they serve Pepsi not coke, and we all know how I feel about that. SO here you go the first Paragraph to St. James Hotel
I sat in the hall, recorder in hand watching red flowered wallpaper peal from age, asking one of past owners J.T who supposedly haunts the hotel “Did you play poker with any gunslinger?” as the corner of my eye registers the slightest movement. I was alone on the second floor there was no way I could be seeing what was now walking down this historical hall towards me, a man dressed in chaps, boots, and spurs. I forced myself not to blink for the fear of this moment being missed; a spiritual apparition strolling from history so clear I could see his spurs spin with each steep! I found myself holding my breath and my eyes moving with each of his ghostly steeps. As he passed in front of me I fought the urge to stick out my foot only stopping myself with the knowledge that I may trip him and end up dead at his fast hand and gun I was sure still hung from his hip. Slowly I watched him dissipate as the one light burning down the hall faded into him. My adventures this weekend were sure to be full of excitement. Yes I could think of no where better to begin my paranormal exploration of one of the most historical states in the Wild West New Mexico.
I sat in the hall, recorder in hand watching red flowered wallpaper peal from age, asking one of past owners J.T who supposedly haunts the hotel “Did you play poker with any gunslinger?” as the corner of my eye registers the slightest movement. I was alone on the second floor there was no way I could be seeing what was now walking down this historical hall towards me, a man dressed in chaps, boots, and spurs. I forced myself not to blink for the fear of this moment being missed; a spiritual apparition strolling from history so clear I could see his spurs spin with each steep! I found myself holding my breath and my eyes moving with each of his ghostly steeps. As he passed in front of me I fought the urge to stick out my foot only stopping myself with the knowledge that I may trip him and end up dead at his fast hand and gun I was sure still hung from his hip. Slowly I watched him dissipate as the one light burning down the hall faded into him. My adventures this weekend were sure to be full of excitement. Yes I could think of no where better to begin my paranormal exploration of one of the most historical states in the Wild West New Mexico.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Things I learned from my father
1. Chivalry is not dead just in a slight coma.
2. Even when you’re surrounded by turkeys you can still soar like an eagle.
3. A hardware store is a great place to learn about the birds and the bees.
4. Laugh when you can, sleep if you must but always stand by your friends.
5. Art is everywhere you just are not looking heard enough.
6. MTV may stand for Music Television but this video makes no sense.
7. Movies are good but the BOOK will always be better.
8. No matter what you can still play tennis in an orange sweat suit, and kick ass.
9. There is more to music than just a tune.
10. Everyone will find their end of a rainbow, and if the pot is empty make soup.
2. Even when you’re surrounded by turkeys you can still soar like an eagle.
3. A hardware store is a great place to learn about the birds and the bees.
4. Laugh when you can, sleep if you must but always stand by your friends.
5. Art is everywhere you just are not looking heard enough.
6. MTV may stand for Music Television but this video makes no sense.
7. Movies are good but the BOOK will always be better.
8. No matter what you can still play tennis in an orange sweat suit, and kick ass.
9. There is more to music than just a tune.
10. Everyone will find their end of a rainbow, and if the pot is empty make soup.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Marked for life and loving it
SO I did it! Yes and well I am sort of proud of it, this last Tuesday I got my very first Tattoo. I have to say for years I have wanted one, but was always worried and well let’s face it scared %$*less. For all the build up and fear I had in my head I have to say WHY after the first needle it was like someone rubbing sandpaper on my skin. I was lucky to find a fantastic artist new here in Salt Lake Vinnie the owner of Rebirth Tattoo. He has been doing it for almost 19 years and owns two shops one here in Salt Lake and one in Alaska.
This guy is not just an artist he is honored to put his mark on your skin. I have always felt that tattoos should be something personal and have some meaning, so I went with an Ankh with Wasatch Paranormal written around it; then a Roman numeral one on each side. Now the Ankh for my brothers in Demolay, Wasatch Paranormal for the best damn paranormal team I know, and the roman numerals for two hundred books sold.
I have to say Vinnie put me at easy and I felt like he could work on my arm forever, but it only took around forty five minutes. He loves what he does and is very proud of what he does, this is not just money for him you are a piece of canvas, and you are a walking gallery for Vinnie and his work. With everyone saying once you get your first Tattoo you will always want one more and I think they are right Maybe a TARDIS on the chest, who knows I have a lot of skin to work with.
SO if you’re in the Salt Lake area go check out Rebirth Tattoo on the corner of 300 west and 600 south, tell him Residual Haunting sent you and he will do you a great deal.
This guy is not just an artist he is honored to put his mark on your skin. I have always felt that tattoos should be something personal and have some meaning, so I went with an Ankh with Wasatch Paranormal written around it; then a Roman numeral one on each side. Now the Ankh for my brothers in Demolay, Wasatch Paranormal for the best damn paranormal team I know, and the roman numerals for two hundred books sold.
I have to say Vinnie put me at easy and I felt like he could work on my arm forever, but it only took around forty five minutes. He loves what he does and is very proud of what he does, this is not just money for him you are a piece of canvas, and you are a walking gallery for Vinnie and his work. With everyone saying once you get your first Tattoo you will always want one more and I think they are right Maybe a TARDIS on the chest, who knows I have a lot of skin to work with.
SO if you’re in the Salt Lake area go check out Rebirth Tattoo on the corner of 300 west and 600 south, tell him Residual Haunting sent you and he will do you a great deal.
Monday, January 31, 2011
To my Brothers
As a young man I was invited to join a fraternal organization called Demolay, for those who do not know what this is it is a Youngman’s group sponsored by the Masons (if you do not know who the masons are go watch the Davinci code). It was based off the code of the Templar knights, to honor your parents, to honor women hood, to defend the innocent and to be an upstanding citizen.
I was honored to be a part of this group and belonged to the now dismissed Ankh Chapter (this is why my paranormal teams logo is an Ankh) never were there a finer bunch of men and friends. I grew to love each and every one of them; even if sometimes just like real bothers we had our issues. I learned to love and stand as a man with these other brothers. Some of my greatest teenage memories come from nights at the Masonic lodge, days at Lagoon, and camping; many times just hanging out with each other playing Dungeon and Dragons, or dragging State Street.
When one of us was low or down the others would be there to help pick us up. We were more than friends we were Brothers, and as time falls away we all moved, and walked our own paths. I still hear from them from time to time, mostly on facebook now. We have all grown and have boys of our own. But I still look back at the times and can’t help but smile. In the last few years some of my Brothers have lost parents and loved ones, as the news of their loss comes to me via facebook or email I stop to think of the happy times we had, and say a small prayer for them. I wanted to say with even the years between us and some many miles apart we can always stand knowing that no matter what we will always have each other’s back. So to my brothers I say Beauseant, and raise my glass (of diet coke) and say with love an honor my heart and soul is with all of you.
From your Brothers in heart, body and mind
Tom
I was honored to be a part of this group and belonged to the now dismissed Ankh Chapter (this is why my paranormal teams logo is an Ankh) never were there a finer bunch of men and friends. I grew to love each and every one of them; even if sometimes just like real bothers we had our issues. I learned to love and stand as a man with these other brothers. Some of my greatest teenage memories come from nights at the Masonic lodge, days at Lagoon, and camping; many times just hanging out with each other playing Dungeon and Dragons, or dragging State Street.
When one of us was low or down the others would be there to help pick us up. We were more than friends we were Brothers, and as time falls away we all moved, and walked our own paths. I still hear from them from time to time, mostly on facebook now. We have all grown and have boys of our own. But I still look back at the times and can’t help but smile. In the last few years some of my Brothers have lost parents and loved ones, as the news of their loss comes to me via facebook or email I stop to think of the happy times we had, and say a small prayer for them. I wanted to say with even the years between us and some many miles apart we can always stand knowing that no matter what we will always have each other’s back. So to my brothers I say Beauseant, and raise my glass (of diet coke) and say with love an honor my heart and soul is with all of you.
From your Brothers in heart, body and mind
Tom
Friday, January 7, 2011
The Constitution, Have you heard of it
So Just Yesterday on the House floor, they started the New Year off by reading the Constitution. Many of the Reps felt this was just show boating, and there was no need. I for one have to say thank you for this, the Constitution is not some document that needs to be put aside and ignored. It should be read I would say at least once a year by all of us. This Document is not something that is too old for us, or out dated. It was built to be used forever. It was in my mind designed and guided by a higher power, either God or whatever you feel may be guiding us here on earth. I for one think it was god, and I am proud to stand saying that. Each member takes an oath on the first day before they can even start work and I quote
"I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support the Constitution of the United States."
This is not something that should be taken lightly, when one stands before men women or person and raises their hand swearing they will do as they say, to find that reading the very article you have sworn to support is wrong or outdated makes me not just angry, but I for one think those who stood and said it was just an act in the face of the President should be removed from their office. I STAND AND SAY WE THE PEOPLE have the right to demand these Honorable men and women WE have voted for to represent us, and protect our rights as a State should be held accountable for any action that would do harm to this document.
I ask you all to wake up if you have not already and watch what these men and women do to our State, country and nation. We should read the Constitution to our children, we should have copies of it in our home, and we should demand that copies are in our children’s school. We should have them read it not once but as they grow. We as a PEOPLE should understand and know the laws that were given to us BY GOD to the founding fathers. WE THE PEOPLE should stand up and say sir where is it written in the Constitution that should be a law. WE as a PEOPLE should hold these Honorable MEN AND WOMEN we place in office to uphold our wishes not their personal goals. We can I would suggest you send an email to your representative a copy of the Constitution. Email them call them and demand they uphold the Oath they swore to support. Do not sit any longer; help get this country back on the path it was built on. Last word if you feel that all I have said is wrong, or you feel it’s time for a change and the Constitution needs to be removed I might add that right to stand up and say how you feel is a part of the Constitution.
"I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support the Constitution of the United States."
This is not something that should be taken lightly, when one stands before men women or person and raises their hand swearing they will do as they say, to find that reading the very article you have sworn to support is wrong or outdated makes me not just angry, but I for one think those who stood and said it was just an act in the face of the President should be removed from their office. I STAND AND SAY WE THE PEOPLE have the right to demand these Honorable men and women WE have voted for to represent us, and protect our rights as a State should be held accountable for any action that would do harm to this document.
I ask you all to wake up if you have not already and watch what these men and women do to our State, country and nation. We should read the Constitution to our children, we should have copies of it in our home, and we should demand that copies are in our children’s school. We should have them read it not once but as they grow. We as a PEOPLE should understand and know the laws that were given to us BY GOD to the founding fathers. WE THE PEOPLE should stand up and say sir where is it written in the Constitution that should be a law. WE as a PEOPLE should hold these Honorable MEN AND WOMEN we place in office to uphold our wishes not their personal goals. We can I would suggest you send an email to your representative a copy of the Constitution. Email them call them and demand they uphold the Oath they swore to support. Do not sit any longer; help get this country back on the path it was built on. Last word if you feel that all I have said is wrong, or you feel it’s time for a change and the Constitution needs to be removed I might add that right to stand up and say how you feel is a part of the Constitution.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
The Mormon Ghost hunter in me
OK so yes I am LDS, or Mormon. Yes I am a Ghost hunter, not really something people think go hand in hand. Now I may not be the best Mormon out there, and sometimes I am really not sure I am a Mormon but with that said so many people question what I do as a ghost hunter. I am not here to say I am right and you’re wrong but I wanted to point out some things to some of you as to why I feel being LDS has not hindered me but helped me understand more about the other side and well if anything is has given me a stronger belief in the other side than pulled me away.
President Ezra Taft Benson declared that “the spirit world is not far away. Sometimes the veil between this life and the life beyond becomes very thin. Our loved ones who have passed on are not far from us.” (Ensign, June 1971, p. 33.)
Elder Parley P. Pratt wrote that the spirit world “is here on the very planet where we were born; or in other words, the earth and other planets of like sphere, have their inward or spiritual spheres, as well as their outward, or temporal. The one is peopled by temporal tabernacles and the other by spirits. A barrier is placed between the one sphere and the other, whereby all the objects in the spiritual sphere are rendered invisible to those in the temporal,” (Key to Theology, 9th ed., Deseret Book, 1965, pp. 126–27.)
With just these two quote’s we as Mormons believe as does many other religions that when we pass from this life to the other we stay here on earth. I for one believe this is the case and in all the years of Paranormal Investigation this has become even more evident to me. Now many people who read this may feel I am losing my mind, or that maybe we are dealing with only evil spirits such as those who followed Satan. Sometimes this could be the very truth and we could be speaking with the followers of the most evil themselves. But before you start tossing bibles at me and pouring holy water on me let me explain what I feel we are really communicating with.
First I do believe what I am saying isn't the only truth out there but this is what I believe, if you are not LDS or a Christian you may believe that when we die we go somewhere else. You may believe that after death you come back, you may believe that after you have left your mortal body you spend time in a different plain. I am not to bull headed to say well your crazy, no I want you to just understand I respect your belief and I would hope you would respect mine.
As we leave this mortal world we are placed in two places the Spirit world or the Spirit prison, the Spirit world is for those who have taken God as their savior, have been baptized and are now at peace. They in the Spirit World will continue to grow, learn and even in some cases teach others. Those in the Spirit Prison are the ones who did not take the Lord Jesus as their Savior. They are lost and kept from the presents of God, now I did not want to turn this into a Sunday school class so that is all I will say on what goes on there.
Now I feel that the souls in the Spirit World may not know they have passed away, they wonder this earth able to see their love ones but not able to speak or be a part of their everyday lives. These souls walk the places they knew in life, they sometimes feel we are intruding in their world, their homes, and places of work. They may be at the place where they spent their last minutes here on earth and they are just as confused at us as we can be of them. This veil that keeps us from them and them from us is sometimes thin and easy to pass through, why this is I am not sure but I do think that a tragic event can put a hole in this veil and make it easier for them to come over to our side. Time I am sure is different for them than it is for us, this is why we ask EVP questions and the answers could be minutes or hours later. I feel that they feed off of our emotion and it has been so long since they have felt anything they cling to it and this is why we sometimes feel we have been touched. Some cases we have offended or made these spirits upset or angry. They can be aggressive or fight back; (this does not mean they are demonic like some TV show will make you believe) fear is one of the strongest emotions but anger I feel is the second. They need these emotions to steep between the veils and make contact with us. This is not to say that other emotions can or do not help, laughter, joy, sadness, and yes even despair. There are all emotions I have felt on an investigation and have found that many of them bring better results.
As someone of faith I do believe that what I do has brought me closer to god than pushed me away, to many people I have met have this ignorance about what I and others do, they call us crazy and some even say we are evil. I enjoy Ghost hunting as a hobby like someone who golf’s, fishes, or even watching sports. I get to spend time with close friends; I have met many interesting people, and learned from all of them. I have seen and plan on seeing greater historical sites. I have given my time at helping historical sites, and encourage you to do the same. I teach others what I have learned but encourage them to learn more on their own. Most of all enjoy what you do, no matter what it is.
IF you want to understand something you either study it or become a part of it, but a smart man does not just Judge it. Treat this like a hobby; know that you could come across evil but it is very rare. You will come across people of different beliefs; if you respect them they should respect you. Your religion can either play a part of this or not at all, it is up to you. One last thing on ghost hunting and being a Mormon the founder of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints Joseph Smith had more than one encounter with someone from the other side, and he in my eyes was one of the greatest men ever to walk this earth.
President Ezra Taft Benson declared that “the spirit world is not far away. Sometimes the veil between this life and the life beyond becomes very thin. Our loved ones who have passed on are not far from us.” (Ensign, June 1971, p. 33.)
Elder Parley P. Pratt wrote that the spirit world “is here on the very planet where we were born; or in other words, the earth and other planets of like sphere, have their inward or spiritual spheres, as well as their outward, or temporal. The one is peopled by temporal tabernacles and the other by spirits. A barrier is placed between the one sphere and the other, whereby all the objects in the spiritual sphere are rendered invisible to those in the temporal,” (Key to Theology, 9th ed., Deseret Book, 1965, pp. 126–27.)
With just these two quote’s we as Mormons believe as does many other religions that when we pass from this life to the other we stay here on earth. I for one believe this is the case and in all the years of Paranormal Investigation this has become even more evident to me. Now many people who read this may feel I am losing my mind, or that maybe we are dealing with only evil spirits such as those who followed Satan. Sometimes this could be the very truth and we could be speaking with the followers of the most evil themselves. But before you start tossing bibles at me and pouring holy water on me let me explain what I feel we are really communicating with.
First I do believe what I am saying isn't the only truth out there but this is what I believe, if you are not LDS or a Christian you may believe that when we die we go somewhere else. You may believe that after death you come back, you may believe that after you have left your mortal body you spend time in a different plain. I am not to bull headed to say well your crazy, no I want you to just understand I respect your belief and I would hope you would respect mine.
As we leave this mortal world we are placed in two places the Spirit world or the Spirit prison, the Spirit world is for those who have taken God as their savior, have been baptized and are now at peace. They in the Spirit World will continue to grow, learn and even in some cases teach others. Those in the Spirit Prison are the ones who did not take the Lord Jesus as their Savior. They are lost and kept from the presents of God, now I did not want to turn this into a Sunday school class so that is all I will say on what goes on there.
Now I feel that the souls in the Spirit World may not know they have passed away, they wonder this earth able to see their love ones but not able to speak or be a part of their everyday lives. These souls walk the places they knew in life, they sometimes feel we are intruding in their world, their homes, and places of work. They may be at the place where they spent their last minutes here on earth and they are just as confused at us as we can be of them. This veil that keeps us from them and them from us is sometimes thin and easy to pass through, why this is I am not sure but I do think that a tragic event can put a hole in this veil and make it easier for them to come over to our side. Time I am sure is different for them than it is for us, this is why we ask EVP questions and the answers could be minutes or hours later. I feel that they feed off of our emotion and it has been so long since they have felt anything they cling to it and this is why we sometimes feel we have been touched. Some cases we have offended or made these spirits upset or angry. They can be aggressive or fight back; (this does not mean they are demonic like some TV show will make you believe) fear is one of the strongest emotions but anger I feel is the second. They need these emotions to steep between the veils and make contact with us. This is not to say that other emotions can or do not help, laughter, joy, sadness, and yes even despair. There are all emotions I have felt on an investigation and have found that many of them bring better results.
As someone of faith I do believe that what I do has brought me closer to god than pushed me away, to many people I have met have this ignorance about what I and others do, they call us crazy and some even say we are evil. I enjoy Ghost hunting as a hobby like someone who golf’s, fishes, or even watching sports. I get to spend time with close friends; I have met many interesting people, and learned from all of them. I have seen and plan on seeing greater historical sites. I have given my time at helping historical sites, and encourage you to do the same. I teach others what I have learned but encourage them to learn more on their own. Most of all enjoy what you do, no matter what it is.
IF you want to understand something you either study it or become a part of it, but a smart man does not just Judge it. Treat this like a hobby; know that you could come across evil but it is very rare. You will come across people of different beliefs; if you respect them they should respect you. Your religion can either play a part of this or not at all, it is up to you. One last thing on ghost hunting and being a Mormon the founder of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints Joseph Smith had more than one encounter with someone from the other side, and he in my eyes was one of the greatest men ever to walk this earth.
Monday, December 13, 2010
All warm and cozy
I have this crazy love for old Historical places, as anyone who knows me is well aware. The Baron Woolen Mill in particular; this old building with its years of hard work was what America was and should be about. People using their hands to make a product that would last a life time, and then a few more lives added in. One of the most popular items was the Blankets made there. For over a hundred years the Baron family worked this Wool Mill not only putting their love into its products but their heart and souls.
These Blankets can still be found from time to time, and in fact one of the last owners Dick Baron has told me he wished that he would have taken more of them for himself. I from time to time will browse EBay and the internet looking for one of these fantastic Blankets for sale. Most are going for the hundreds but now and then you can find one for a great price. It so happen that not more than two weeks ago I came across this beautiful original Baron Woolen Mill Blanket on EBay going for thirty bucks. My excitement could not be contained and I told my wife about it, only to be informed that we just it would be great to own we just did not have the money for it right now.
I passed on the bids and to tell the truth up to this weekend had forgotten all about it. Saturday I was hanging out with my second Family WPI. Yes my ghost hunting nuts that I love and would die for any one of them. We had dinner and a great time just sitting together talking not looking for ghost. These people have become more than just friends or family, they have a very deep and special place in my heart. We had Santa (Played by me of course) the kids had a great time playing Christmas Bingo, and just loved being together. We had set up a white elephant exchange, with gifts ranging from canned food, to classic Sinbad movies.
One last surprise for me as the night began to slow down, a gift from my team, my friends, and my family. I card that I will treasure and a large gift. Tears already falling down my eyes, I opened the gift only to find the very Blanket I had bided on a few weeks before. I am now the owner of an original Baron Woolen Mill Blanket from the greatest people in the World. I am just a big baby as more tears fell from my eyes. IF you don’t believe it there is a video up on facebook; the Blanket warm and on my bed. Thank you to my Team and these words cannot express how much I love each and every one of you.
These Blankets can still be found from time to time, and in fact one of the last owners Dick Baron has told me he wished that he would have taken more of them for himself. I from time to time will browse EBay and the internet looking for one of these fantastic Blankets for sale. Most are going for the hundreds but now and then you can find one for a great price. It so happen that not more than two weeks ago I came across this beautiful original Baron Woolen Mill Blanket on EBay going for thirty bucks. My excitement could not be contained and I told my wife about it, only to be informed that we just it would be great to own we just did not have the money for it right now.
I passed on the bids and to tell the truth up to this weekend had forgotten all about it. Saturday I was hanging out with my second Family WPI. Yes my ghost hunting nuts that I love and would die for any one of them. We had dinner and a great time just sitting together talking not looking for ghost. These people have become more than just friends or family, they have a very deep and special place in my heart. We had Santa (Played by me of course) the kids had a great time playing Christmas Bingo, and just loved being together. We had set up a white elephant exchange, with gifts ranging from canned food, to classic Sinbad movies.
One last surprise for me as the night began to slow down, a gift from my team, my friends, and my family. I card that I will treasure and a large gift. Tears already falling down my eyes, I opened the gift only to find the very Blanket I had bided on a few weeks before. I am now the owner of an original Baron Woolen Mill Blanket from the greatest people in the World. I am just a big baby as more tears fell from my eyes. IF you don’t believe it there is a video up on facebook; the Blanket warm and on my bed. Thank you to my Team and these words cannot express how much I love each and every one of you.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Scrooge the Ghost hunter
Yes he was dead, dead as a door nail, but what would of happen if Scrooge would have had a KII in hand. I have asked myself this question a lot in the last few years. The Christmas Carol is my favorite Dickens story. Not just because it has ghost in it, I mean yeah that has a lot to do with it, but really I think of all his stories it is the one that touches me the most.
What if Scrooge would of known a bit more about the paranormal, how different would the story have been. First when Scrooge walked to the front door, the knocker turns into a ghost. I real Paranormal Investigator would have spent at least ten minutes trying to see if there was anything natural that could have made the door knob looks like a face? Did a wagon go by with a lamp on it, making a reflection? Passing it off as unknown Scrooge would of just headed up stairs with a Ba Humbug at the knob.
While sitting close to the fire and sipping a warm bowl of broth, the door bells began to slowly ring. Well this is an old house, with a lot drafts, and it is a bit windy outside. Then they all begin to ring, faster and faster making Scrooge jump up. Grabbing camera, and EMF he would start to check the wall for a breeze, and look for temperature drops, pulling the KII out of his bag Scrooge would begin asking questions “Is there someone here with me?” a long pause “If you’re here can you touch this device I have in my hand and make it light up?” Even taken a few pictures and most likely find a few orbs (it is an old dusty house)
Just as he is gathering evidence Marley comes into the room, chains in hand and moaning right into Scrooges Audio recorder. “That is going to be a sweet EVP, I hope I got it on audio” Scrooge taking photo like a Japanese tourist seeing someone who looks like a movie star. Marley just standing there in shock; “SCROOGE” SCREAMS Marley shaking Scrooge back into reality, “Marley but you’re dead” Scrooge begins to take readings with the EMF and his thermostat, writing it all down in his notepad.
We all know Marley tells Scrooge he will be visited by three ghost, in the story Scrooge is not too happy about this, but if he was a Paranormal Investigator he would be yelling “WHEN BRING THEM ON.” Getting more equipment ready and setting up some IR cameras in his room.
The clock strikes Midnight and Instead of hiding under his covers, he would be taking pictures of the Ghost of Christmas past. “So you’re a ghost, Do you know you’re dead?” the ghost of Christmas past “Scrooge I am here to help you understand the true meaning behind Christmas” Taking Scrooges hand “OH MY I have had real physical contact with a ghost. The guys on the team will never believe this.” Scrooge just looks down as he holds the hand of the ghost of Christmas past; passing through the wall they move to Scrooges school as a child.
Camera flash going off, and audio recorder on, Scrooge keeps trying to talk to himself from the past “Can you see me?” Running his hand through his past self “Can you feel that?” as the Ghost of Christmas past just stands there in awe. Moving forward they are now at Mr. Fizziwig counting house, Scrooge looking for some extra batteries saying something about power drain, as the images from the people at the party dance by.
Back at his home Scrooge would try to keep the Ghost of Christmas past there as long as he could, when finally the ghost would just leave because he would be sick of all the questions. As the Ghost of Christmas present shows up in the other room, Scrooge looking at all the food placing new batteries in his camera and marking his audio. “How are you making all this food, it smells real. Yes has to be phantom smells.” The Ghost of Christmas presents “Know me better good man?” Scrooge jumps at the chance to join the spirit taking the Ghost robe with the excitement of a child seeing Christmas presents under the tree for the first time. As they approach Scrooges nephews home Scrooge checks his equipment one more time. “This is unbelievable I have never gotten this much evidence at one time.” The Ghost of Christmas Present laughing his belly laugh “Oh the best is still to come.” holding the KII meter as the lights go off and on.
At Cratchit’s more questions about phantom smells, Scrooge would start to understand that there is more to life than money and chasing ghost. We see Scrooge start to soften his heart and still take more pictures. With the line from tiny Tim “God Bless us everyone” the room fades and Scrooge finds himself in bed, staring at the Ghost of Christmas Future. “Of all the spirits I have seen tonight you are the one I am scared of the most” Scrooge cowers in his bed, “I do not like Dark shadows”
The ghost of Christmas Future points at Scrooge with a skinless finger, his black robe drooping from his arm “Do I really have to join you, I have more audio to go over then I could ever wish for, and I think I understand now. Yes I will keep Christmas from this day forward, no need for you to show me the future ” Scrooge leaning back the Ghost of Christmas future fingers almost looks as if it will drill a hole in Scrooges chest as the KII meter goes off and flashes over and over again. “Oh I understand you will not leave until I join you, fine I will go but let me get my Ouija board first” slowly climbing from his bed.
Scrooge finds himself back in Cratchet home, looking at Tiny Tim’s crutch “I wonder if that is now haunted?”as he tries to pick it up and get some readings from it. Than to the pawn shop, he sees his bed curtains and night shirt, in the house maids hands “That cow I am so going to haunt that women” leaning over his house maid shoulder yelling BOO in her ear. Off to the cemetery “Really Spirit any real Paranormal Investigator knows cemeteries are not very haunted so there is no need for us to be here.” Trying not to fall in the open grave “Sprit I really need to go home now I have all the evidence I can get for one night and need to go over all of it. It is going to take days, and then uploading it to the website.”
The Ghost of Christmas Future moves closer to Scrooge “Really sir I have had my fare share of spiritual contact for one night, no need to give me more” Falling into the grave. Waking up in his bed, jumping as if he was a young man once more; “so much to do, yes so much” Running to the window looking at the fresh snow on the ground and the boy running in front of his house. “You there young boy”
“Me Sir” cried the boy “Yes, what a smart lad, you know the newspaper down the street” Scrooge yells with so much excitement he almost goes horse “I need you to run there and get the reporter Oh what is his name?” The boy in shock “You mean the big fat one who does the strange stories?”
“Yes, yes that is the one, go and fetch him now and there will be a gold coin in it for you.” Not even waiting for more instruction the boy runs off. The next day the paper reads “Scrooge the proof of afterlife.”
Would this have changed the story, not by much In the end Scrooge would still help out Cratchit’s, Tiny Tim would live a long life, and start his own paranormal team. Scrooge would leave the loaning business to his nephew and have his own Paranormal show on some network where he would never capture all that he did that Christmas eve would be soon find himself faking activity just to keep it on the air. As for the sprites of Christmas they would end up doing the late night talk shows talking about how they changed Scrooges life.
What if Scrooge would of known a bit more about the paranormal, how different would the story have been. First when Scrooge walked to the front door, the knocker turns into a ghost. I real Paranormal Investigator would have spent at least ten minutes trying to see if there was anything natural that could have made the door knob looks like a face? Did a wagon go by with a lamp on it, making a reflection? Passing it off as unknown Scrooge would of just headed up stairs with a Ba Humbug at the knob.
While sitting close to the fire and sipping a warm bowl of broth, the door bells began to slowly ring. Well this is an old house, with a lot drafts, and it is a bit windy outside. Then they all begin to ring, faster and faster making Scrooge jump up. Grabbing camera, and EMF he would start to check the wall for a breeze, and look for temperature drops, pulling the KII out of his bag Scrooge would begin asking questions “Is there someone here with me?” a long pause “If you’re here can you touch this device I have in my hand and make it light up?” Even taken a few pictures and most likely find a few orbs (it is an old dusty house)
Just as he is gathering evidence Marley comes into the room, chains in hand and moaning right into Scrooges Audio recorder. “That is going to be a sweet EVP, I hope I got it on audio” Scrooge taking photo like a Japanese tourist seeing someone who looks like a movie star. Marley just standing there in shock; “SCROOGE” SCREAMS Marley shaking Scrooge back into reality, “Marley but you’re dead” Scrooge begins to take readings with the EMF and his thermostat, writing it all down in his notepad.
We all know Marley tells Scrooge he will be visited by three ghost, in the story Scrooge is not too happy about this, but if he was a Paranormal Investigator he would be yelling “WHEN BRING THEM ON.” Getting more equipment ready and setting up some IR cameras in his room.
The clock strikes Midnight and Instead of hiding under his covers, he would be taking pictures of the Ghost of Christmas past. “So you’re a ghost, Do you know you’re dead?” the ghost of Christmas past “Scrooge I am here to help you understand the true meaning behind Christmas” Taking Scrooges hand “OH MY I have had real physical contact with a ghost. The guys on the team will never believe this.” Scrooge just looks down as he holds the hand of the ghost of Christmas past; passing through the wall they move to Scrooges school as a child.
Camera flash going off, and audio recorder on, Scrooge keeps trying to talk to himself from the past “Can you see me?” Running his hand through his past self “Can you feel that?” as the Ghost of Christmas past just stands there in awe. Moving forward they are now at Mr. Fizziwig counting house, Scrooge looking for some extra batteries saying something about power drain, as the images from the people at the party dance by.
Back at his home Scrooge would try to keep the Ghost of Christmas past there as long as he could, when finally the ghost would just leave because he would be sick of all the questions. As the Ghost of Christmas present shows up in the other room, Scrooge looking at all the food placing new batteries in his camera and marking his audio. “How are you making all this food, it smells real. Yes has to be phantom smells.” The Ghost of Christmas presents “Know me better good man?” Scrooge jumps at the chance to join the spirit taking the Ghost robe with the excitement of a child seeing Christmas presents under the tree for the first time. As they approach Scrooges nephews home Scrooge checks his equipment one more time. “This is unbelievable I have never gotten this much evidence at one time.” The Ghost of Christmas Present laughing his belly laugh “Oh the best is still to come.” holding the KII meter as the lights go off and on.
At Cratchit’s more questions about phantom smells, Scrooge would start to understand that there is more to life than money and chasing ghost. We see Scrooge start to soften his heart and still take more pictures. With the line from tiny Tim “God Bless us everyone” the room fades and Scrooge finds himself in bed, staring at the Ghost of Christmas Future. “Of all the spirits I have seen tonight you are the one I am scared of the most” Scrooge cowers in his bed, “I do not like Dark shadows”
The ghost of Christmas Future points at Scrooge with a skinless finger, his black robe drooping from his arm “Do I really have to join you, I have more audio to go over then I could ever wish for, and I think I understand now. Yes I will keep Christmas from this day forward, no need for you to show me the future ” Scrooge leaning back the Ghost of Christmas future fingers almost looks as if it will drill a hole in Scrooges chest as the KII meter goes off and flashes over and over again. “Oh I understand you will not leave until I join you, fine I will go but let me get my Ouija board first” slowly climbing from his bed.
Scrooge finds himself back in Cratchet home, looking at Tiny Tim’s crutch “I wonder if that is now haunted?”as he tries to pick it up and get some readings from it. Than to the pawn shop, he sees his bed curtains and night shirt, in the house maids hands “That cow I am so going to haunt that women” leaning over his house maid shoulder yelling BOO in her ear. Off to the cemetery “Really Spirit any real Paranormal Investigator knows cemeteries are not very haunted so there is no need for us to be here.” Trying not to fall in the open grave “Sprit I really need to go home now I have all the evidence I can get for one night and need to go over all of it. It is going to take days, and then uploading it to the website.”
The Ghost of Christmas Future moves closer to Scrooge “Really sir I have had my fare share of spiritual contact for one night, no need to give me more” Falling into the grave. Waking up in his bed, jumping as if he was a young man once more; “so much to do, yes so much” Running to the window looking at the fresh snow on the ground and the boy running in front of his house. “You there young boy”
“Me Sir” cried the boy “Yes, what a smart lad, you know the newspaper down the street” Scrooge yells with so much excitement he almost goes horse “I need you to run there and get the reporter Oh what is his name?” The boy in shock “You mean the big fat one who does the strange stories?”
“Yes, yes that is the one, go and fetch him now and there will be a gold coin in it for you.” Not even waiting for more instruction the boy runs off. The next day the paper reads “Scrooge the proof of afterlife.”
Would this have changed the story, not by much In the end Scrooge would still help out Cratchit’s, Tiny Tim would live a long life, and start his own paranormal team. Scrooge would leave the loaning business to his nephew and have his own Paranormal show on some network where he would never capture all that he did that Christmas eve would be soon find himself faking activity just to keep it on the air. As for the sprites of Christmas they would end up doing the late night talk shows talking about how they changed Scrooges life.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
The Frog in the Water
So I was once told if you drop a frog in to a pot of boiling water it will jump right back out, take that same frog and place it in cold water than slowly increase the temperature it will not move and die. We as Americans do the same thing. You may be saying what are you talking about, let’s look at just ten years ago. Before September 11th, we could walk into an airport and say good bye to our family and friends as they left for a flight. Now we have to almost say goodbye in the parking lot and soon it will not even be that. Now I am not saying anything bad about the men and women who work for TSA but the people who run this organization have taken away our freedoms in the name of safety.
I for one never want to see another day like September 11th; I was angry, sad, and well wanted to hunt the men down that did this to my country. Somewhere between then and now we have forgotten why we have machines that almost take a pornographic photo of us, our loved ones, or our children. We have strange men touching our children, girlfriends, or spouse that if someone did it on the street we would kick their ass. Yet we stand there and do it in the name of Freedom, and safety.
I for one will no longer fly, unless I have no other choice. The airport is not the only place we have given up some of our freedoms in the name of Safety, go and renew your driver’s license, or a passport. There is talk of more security in the name of Safety, train stations, bus stations, subways, and so much more. I want to tell you about a group that started something like this not too long ago. You would have to show your ID if you were out to late, just to drive to a different city there would be check points, to keep its citizens safer they asked people to turn in their guns, to help control trouble makers they would be arrested, or placed in projects with people who felt or thought the same way. Slowly the government started to take away property in the name of security and safety, you could not walk down the street without being stopped by this new organization that were not police, but a group set up by the government, run by the government. They were given the right to search anyone they felt were suspicious, or did not look right. People were arrested and taken late at night with no warring, not to be seen again. Who was this; ask a German who is over the age of sixty, they would be happy to let you know about the S.S.
Now you may say this will never happen here, and all I can say is look at what has happen in just a few years. We have a new organization that is set apart to make sure we remain safe, called Homeland Security. They have their own force that has no training in law enforcement called TSA; they are in charge of the borders. They can and have set up check points, stopping anyone they feel. Yet still hundreds of people cross the border each day.
No I am not a conspiracy nut; I just look at what I have seen and what is going on. Now what would I do well for one, allow honest citizens to carry guns on plans. Yes do you think a terrorist would try to take over a plan if they thought or even felt two or three people on board were armed? Go on the defense not the offence. Take the airports back and yes if someone looks, acts, or has the same last name of someone from the Middle East pull them aside. You want safety than stop hiding behind the skirt of racism. Profiling has been and will continue to be the best way to stop bad people for doing bad things, and if you think you do not profile walk down the same street as a homeless person is standing and I’ll watch you cross the road to avoid them. Ask any cop who they would stop first, a man in suit or a teen kid wearing jeans long hair and a Hoddle? If you’re like me and worry about the way this country is going than stand up and say NO, and then sit down. Do not fight back, do not break the law, just sit down, and do not move until it all changes. We still have rights, we still can say no, we are not like those in post World War two Germany; we still are free, if you think I’m crazy, or this will never happen. Than go ahead and believe what you like but someday I will say told you so.
I for one never want to see another day like September 11th; I was angry, sad, and well wanted to hunt the men down that did this to my country. Somewhere between then and now we have forgotten why we have machines that almost take a pornographic photo of us, our loved ones, or our children. We have strange men touching our children, girlfriends, or spouse that if someone did it on the street we would kick their ass. Yet we stand there and do it in the name of Freedom, and safety.
I for one will no longer fly, unless I have no other choice. The airport is not the only place we have given up some of our freedoms in the name of Safety, go and renew your driver’s license, or a passport. There is talk of more security in the name of Safety, train stations, bus stations, subways, and so much more. I want to tell you about a group that started something like this not too long ago. You would have to show your ID if you were out to late, just to drive to a different city there would be check points, to keep its citizens safer they asked people to turn in their guns, to help control trouble makers they would be arrested, or placed in projects with people who felt or thought the same way. Slowly the government started to take away property in the name of security and safety, you could not walk down the street without being stopped by this new organization that were not police, but a group set up by the government, run by the government. They were given the right to search anyone they felt were suspicious, or did not look right. People were arrested and taken late at night with no warring, not to be seen again. Who was this; ask a German who is over the age of sixty, they would be happy to let you know about the S.S.
Now you may say this will never happen here, and all I can say is look at what has happen in just a few years. We have a new organization that is set apart to make sure we remain safe, called Homeland Security. They have their own force that has no training in law enforcement called TSA; they are in charge of the borders. They can and have set up check points, stopping anyone they feel. Yet still hundreds of people cross the border each day.
No I am not a conspiracy nut; I just look at what I have seen and what is going on. Now what would I do well for one, allow honest citizens to carry guns on plans. Yes do you think a terrorist would try to take over a plan if they thought or even felt two or three people on board were armed? Go on the defense not the offence. Take the airports back and yes if someone looks, acts, or has the same last name of someone from the Middle East pull them aside. You want safety than stop hiding behind the skirt of racism. Profiling has been and will continue to be the best way to stop bad people for doing bad things, and if you think you do not profile walk down the same street as a homeless person is standing and I’ll watch you cross the road to avoid them. Ask any cop who they would stop first, a man in suit or a teen kid wearing jeans long hair and a Hoddle? If you’re like me and worry about the way this country is going than stand up and say NO, and then sit down. Do not fight back, do not break the law, just sit down, and do not move until it all changes. We still have rights, we still can say no, we are not like those in post World War two Germany; we still are free, if you think I’m crazy, or this will never happen. Than go ahead and believe what you like but someday I will say told you so.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
No words can express
SO last night I sat here on my computer trying to write this blog, I wanted to express my feelings and respect for those men and women who have devoted their life to the military. I was imposable for me to put it down on words on how I feel. I am the son, Grandson, and Great grandson of a Veteran. I grew up in the Military and know I could never do what they do. I am too stubborn and well lazy some days, for those men and women who have given their time and in some cases their life for my freedom I honor you.
I would like to share with you a story I blogged about on facebook some months ago and I wanted to share it again with all of you. Around three years ago I was thinking of my father who passed away when I was twelve years old. I some days think of what my life would have been like if he had lived, I am not sure if it would have been better or worse as what I did in the past is what made me who I am today. My family lived in Holland for many years as my father served in the Air Force, at a small base called Amsterdam airbase. I came across a website dedicated to the men and women who had spent time at this base and that it would soon be closed for good. I was excited to see photos of those who had once served there so I began looking at them with a small hope of coming across one of my father. I do not have many photos of him and cherish the ones I do have.
As I browsed the website and saw places that I remembered I came across a photo of a painting my father had done. My father loved art and had been drawing and painting since he was a very young boy. The excitement of finding not only this picture but to see his name listed under as the artist was more than I could have hoped for. I sent an email off to the webmaster and asked about the panting, not really hoping to get a response back I let it go for the night. To my surprise the very next day I received an email back, the man said he knew of the painting and had seen it himself but was sure it had followed the wolf pack (the air squad name) to Germany. He gave me the name of the base and wished me luck.
After some research I found a contact name and sent this email.
“Hello, my name is Tom Carr my father served in the Air Force many years ago with the Wolf Pack at Amsterdam air base. Sadly he passed away when I was twelve years old, I happen to see a photo of a painting he had done for the base commander back in 1976 and was wondering if you could tell me if this painting was still around.
Thank you for your time
Tom Carr
A son of a lost father”
I again had a small hope that I would get a response, but yet again no more than a day later I received a response back.
“Dear Mr. Carr
Thank you for your request about your fathers painting, in fact I know this panting and it still hangs on the wall. It has become a sort of tradition for pilots to throw a dart at the painting before they leave for a flight. We would be honored to return this painting to you. We would first like our art department to make a copy so we could still honor your father and your loss.
Thank you”
This painting now hangs in my home, and is one of the two only pieces of art I have of my father. I have always known that those in the Military take care of their own, but I now know they have more honor than even I though. To serve in the armed forces is not just a nine to five job, these men and women do not spend two or twenty years defending our freedom but they are always a part of that defense and will be willing to stand up again. I honor those men and women today and I would hope everyone takes a minute to remember those who are now fighting for our freedom. Thank you
I would like to share with you a story I blogged about on facebook some months ago and I wanted to share it again with all of you. Around three years ago I was thinking of my father who passed away when I was twelve years old. I some days think of what my life would have been like if he had lived, I am not sure if it would have been better or worse as what I did in the past is what made me who I am today. My family lived in Holland for many years as my father served in the Air Force, at a small base called Amsterdam airbase. I came across a website dedicated to the men and women who had spent time at this base and that it would soon be closed for good. I was excited to see photos of those who had once served there so I began looking at them with a small hope of coming across one of my father. I do not have many photos of him and cherish the ones I do have.
As I browsed the website and saw places that I remembered I came across a photo of a painting my father had done. My father loved art and had been drawing and painting since he was a very young boy. The excitement of finding not only this picture but to see his name listed under as the artist was more than I could have hoped for. I sent an email off to the webmaster and asked about the panting, not really hoping to get a response back I let it go for the night. To my surprise the very next day I received an email back, the man said he knew of the painting and had seen it himself but was sure it had followed the wolf pack (the air squad name) to Germany. He gave me the name of the base and wished me luck.
After some research I found a contact name and sent this email.
“Hello, my name is Tom Carr my father served in the Air Force many years ago with the Wolf Pack at Amsterdam air base. Sadly he passed away when I was twelve years old, I happen to see a photo of a painting he had done for the base commander back in 1976 and was wondering if you could tell me if this painting was still around.
Thank you for your time
Tom Carr
A son of a lost father”
I again had a small hope that I would get a response, but yet again no more than a day later I received a response back.
“Dear Mr. Carr
Thank you for your request about your fathers painting, in fact I know this panting and it still hangs on the wall. It has become a sort of tradition for pilots to throw a dart at the painting before they leave for a flight. We would be honored to return this painting to you. We would first like our art department to make a copy so we could still honor your father and your loss.
Thank you”
This painting now hangs in my home, and is one of the two only pieces of art I have of my father. I have always known that those in the Military take care of their own, but I now know they have more honor than even I though. To serve in the armed forces is not just a nine to five job, these men and women do not spend two or twenty years defending our freedom but they are always a part of that defense and will be willing to stand up again. I honor those men and women today and I would hope everyone takes a minute to remember those who are now fighting for our freedom. Thank you
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
YES I voted, and no I do not want a sticker
OK so today I did something I have tried to do every chance I could; I voted. Yes I went and cast my mind for what I believe will be the Real Change but most likely will just end up being two more years of us all bitching. But with that said I wanted to say a few things about the voting process.
Tonight my wife and I went to stand for America and our rights to be citizens, yes anyone who does not know this they need to read a bit of history. To vote is something only a living of age citizen can do in their country and this year may turn out to be one of the biggest voter turn outs in years, to show that most of us here in America are just not happy with the so called Change. But as I handed my drivers license over to the poll worker I found the first thing I find a bit disturbing. I signed my name with a pencil maybe this is a small thing but I am putting my name on a piece of paper stating I Tom Carr was here to vote, maybe just maybe this is something that should be done in pen. I mean I can’t get a driver’s license anymore without showing my birth certificate, social security card, my old license, blood test, and a DNA sample (OK maybe not the blood and DNA sample but I’m sure it’s coming). My right to vote is the one thing I can do right in this country I mean even if the ones I voted for do not win I have the right to say HEY I VOTED FOR THE OTHER GUY, or if my people do win I can say YEAH YOUR RIGHT I SCREWED UP. IF you do not stand in line and sign your name with a pencil you have the right to SHUT UP.
Next I walked up to the booth and I have to say I like how the electronic ballets work and well feel. I am an old guy and I remember the days we had to push a whole into a paper and hope we did not mess up. With the new ballets we not only cast our vote we get a chance to say oops I messed up and fix it before we push the RED button. So for sure this time I can’t say well it was the ballet I really wanted to vote for the other guy.
Last and I only say this because it is something that has bugged me from the first time I ever voted the little sticker they give you after your done. Yes the “I VOTED” with a thumb print on it. Look ok so your happy we came and really did what we should all do, but as far as I am concerned YOU ARE CASTING a secrete ballet than you go walking around saying HEY LOOK I VOTED. OK you can do that if you like, really it’s up to you but let me say this if you’re proud of voting maybe you do not vote enough. So wear your little badge with honor and I really hope you go again next year, as for me I am going to just vote and be proud I can.
Tonight my wife and I went to stand for America and our rights to be citizens, yes anyone who does not know this they need to read a bit of history. To vote is something only a living of age citizen can do in their country and this year may turn out to be one of the biggest voter turn outs in years, to show that most of us here in America are just not happy with the so called Change. But as I handed my drivers license over to the poll worker I found the first thing I find a bit disturbing. I signed my name with a pencil maybe this is a small thing but I am putting my name on a piece of paper stating I Tom Carr was here to vote, maybe just maybe this is something that should be done in pen. I mean I can’t get a driver’s license anymore without showing my birth certificate, social security card, my old license, blood test, and a DNA sample (OK maybe not the blood and DNA sample but I’m sure it’s coming). My right to vote is the one thing I can do right in this country I mean even if the ones I voted for do not win I have the right to say HEY I VOTED FOR THE OTHER GUY, or if my people do win I can say YEAH YOUR RIGHT I SCREWED UP. IF you do not stand in line and sign your name with a pencil you have the right to SHUT UP.
Next I walked up to the booth and I have to say I like how the electronic ballets work and well feel. I am an old guy and I remember the days we had to push a whole into a paper and hope we did not mess up. With the new ballets we not only cast our vote we get a chance to say oops I messed up and fix it before we push the RED button. So for sure this time I can’t say well it was the ballet I really wanted to vote for the other guy.
Last and I only say this because it is something that has bugged me from the first time I ever voted the little sticker they give you after your done. Yes the “I VOTED” with a thumb print on it. Look ok so your happy we came and really did what we should all do, but as far as I am concerned YOU ARE CASTING a secrete ballet than you go walking around saying HEY LOOK I VOTED. OK you can do that if you like, really it’s up to you but let me say this if you’re proud of voting maybe you do not vote enough. So wear your little badge with honor and I really hope you go again next year, as for me I am going to just vote and be proud I can.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Todd may be laughing but I know he was scared
SO three years ago I sent an email to Todd and Erin the morning radio host on B98.7 here in Salt Lake. I wanted to come on and talk about ghost, to my surprise Erin turned out to be a Ghost hunting Junkie. I went on for five minutes but ended being on for half an hour, it was so much fun and Todd asked me back (Erin told me later Todd never ask people to come back) so the next week I came on and Erin asked if we could take some listeners on a Ghost hunt, I was like Hell yeah let’s do it. So began the start of Erin's Ghost hunt for the last three years we have taken many listeners on small investigations with us. Todd has been on two with us now and I have come to one simple conclusion Todd starts to make more fun and laugh the more scared he gets. I may be wrong but after last night I am almost sure of this.
This weekend we took ten Listeners with us to the Baron Woolen Mill, this has become such a spot for us I love it and only want to do all I can to save it from being destroyed. We started with lots of Pizza (sorry Dominoes guy for not giving a Tip) and talking a bit of history and some of the events we as a Team have had happen in the Mill. I have to say I think I will be having Todd be my researcher from now on he had found out so much about the Mill; some things even I did not know.
Each guest was having a great time, and the night continued on, the activity was good but not real high, well OK between me Todd, Riley and Russ there was some activity but most of it was Erin rolling her eyes at the four of us. I joined the group in the main building and had one of the strangest things happen to me ever at the Mill.
There is one room in the building we believe a young woman was killed in, still trying to dig up more info but anyway I walked into the room and asked if she would like us to help her move on to the other side. No more than thirty seconds passed and I felt as if I was surrounded but ten or fifteen people about ready to charge and beat me to death. I was shocked and well even felt scared. I knew that I was not ready to face this many spirits at once. I decided to leave after all I had just gotten out of the hospital and really was a bit weak and drained. This is not the best mental state to be in on a ghost hunt, you are more open and the chance of not protecting your self is much lower.
I went back to the main building and just took some time to feel more at easy. Heading back out again I had the chance to take Todd and Erin around on a private tour of this great Historical site. So far I have gone over about an hour of audio from that night and have found three class A EVPS. Tune in on Tuesday the 26th to B98.7 around 6:20 am to hear what we found.
This weekend we took ten Listeners with us to the Baron Woolen Mill, this has become such a spot for us I love it and only want to do all I can to save it from being destroyed. We started with lots of Pizza (sorry Dominoes guy for not giving a Tip) and talking a bit of history and some of the events we as a Team have had happen in the Mill. I have to say I think I will be having Todd be my researcher from now on he had found out so much about the Mill; some things even I did not know.
Each guest was having a great time, and the night continued on, the activity was good but not real high, well OK between me Todd, Riley and Russ there was some activity but most of it was Erin rolling her eyes at the four of us. I joined the group in the main building and had one of the strangest things happen to me ever at the Mill.
There is one room in the building we believe a young woman was killed in, still trying to dig up more info but anyway I walked into the room and asked if she would like us to help her move on to the other side. No more than thirty seconds passed and I felt as if I was surrounded but ten or fifteen people about ready to charge and beat me to death. I was shocked and well even felt scared. I knew that I was not ready to face this many spirits at once. I decided to leave after all I had just gotten out of the hospital and really was a bit weak and drained. This is not the best mental state to be in on a ghost hunt, you are more open and the chance of not protecting your self is much lower.
I went back to the main building and just took some time to feel more at easy. Heading back out again I had the chance to take Todd and Erin around on a private tour of this great Historical site. So far I have gone over about an hour of audio from that night and have found three class A EVPS. Tune in on Tuesday the 26th to B98.7 around 6:20 am to hear what we found.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Why I love Halloween
SO Halloween is not only a great time for us paranormal nuts, but really there are so many reasons I love Halloween. Let’s start the list, first I have such great memories of Halloween hanging with friends going door to door begging for candy; because really that was what we did. Dressing up with whatever we could find. No it was not the store bought costume but old jeans, or our dads shirts. Make up was what we could find; sometimes it was food color for the hair, and some water and cornstarch to white out our faces. We would be Zombies, werewolf’s, vampires that did not glitter or just ghost. We would get together and theme it all out. I remember all dressing like the old lady’s from Monty Python, or we all went in white sheets with holes for the eyes. My friends laughing every time we would come across a clown as I ran away screaming into the night.
Pillow cases in hand, flashlights nowhere to be found. The gang looking for candy and no one stopping us, we were the four amigos and no one could destroy our fun. This was a time where parents did not worry that their kids were out, or when we got home. As we grew older it changed from door to door to the dance at the Masonic Temple. Sneaking up to the third floor to find the ghost Charlie or taking a girl up trying to scare them. The music could be heard faintly and it always seemed to rain that night. Wind blowing outside the light casting shadows on the walls. The smell was strong of pipe tobacco and old spice. The painting’s on the wall almost seemed to move with each passing shadow, growing closer with each steep we would move down the hall to places we knew we should not be. The danger the excitement and fear mixed with Rock Lobster playing softly in the back ground. As we moved to the next floor walking into the auditorium we could feel the energy and the fear was pouring off us like sweet on a fat man in a sauna. The more we would move towards the center the fear would grow. The voice screamed at us drowning out all noise, the wind would not move, the shadows held still waiting for us to move “GET OUT” we all ran screaming as we ran. I running into an alter sitting in the center of the room, going down in pain. More screams as my good friends ran for their life as I cried in pain just waiting for the Ghost Charlie to come finish me off. Making my way down the stairs what seemed like a day later but was really only a few minutes we laughed and cried and wanted more.
Halloween was not just candy it was time for us to gather as friends, to see who could scare the other, staying up late watching every scary movie we could find, and being up so long the site of leather face would make us laugh. Eating pizza and throwing popcorn at each other. Girls next to us laughing and screaming right along with us. One Halloween we wanted something new so we started a new tradition all evil players in one real fun game of Dungeon and Dragons. This would start something that would happen every year, and one of my favorite characters my Barbarian Gronter. Yes my alter ego the name of my production company and well the monster that lives inside of me. He began as a Chaotic Evil but slowly became Chaotic Good. We gamers will know what I’m talking about.
Now I am almost forty, kids of my own and Halloween is such a different holiday. Door to door has changed to trunk or Treat, horror films have become just gore, and well costumes can’t have anything violent on them. The Candy is still the same and we still look at every piece, we watch The Great Pumpkin, and by bags of candy hopping that some day we would get more than two kids at our door. Halloween is still my favorite holiday and love how now it’s not just costumes but for me it’s spending time with good friends looking for ghost. Teaching others my love of the Paranormal, hopping we see something that will scary us just like the night we spent on the upper floors of the Masonic Temple. Someday I will return with a recorder in hand and ask Charlie if he remembers scaring me twenty years ago. Enjoy Halloween all and remember have fun.
Pillow cases in hand, flashlights nowhere to be found. The gang looking for candy and no one stopping us, we were the four amigos and no one could destroy our fun. This was a time where parents did not worry that their kids were out, or when we got home. As we grew older it changed from door to door to the dance at the Masonic Temple. Sneaking up to the third floor to find the ghost Charlie or taking a girl up trying to scare them. The music could be heard faintly and it always seemed to rain that night. Wind blowing outside the light casting shadows on the walls. The smell was strong of pipe tobacco and old spice. The painting’s on the wall almost seemed to move with each passing shadow, growing closer with each steep we would move down the hall to places we knew we should not be. The danger the excitement and fear mixed with Rock Lobster playing softly in the back ground. As we moved to the next floor walking into the auditorium we could feel the energy and the fear was pouring off us like sweet on a fat man in a sauna. The more we would move towards the center the fear would grow. The voice screamed at us drowning out all noise, the wind would not move, the shadows held still waiting for us to move “GET OUT” we all ran screaming as we ran. I running into an alter sitting in the center of the room, going down in pain. More screams as my good friends ran for their life as I cried in pain just waiting for the Ghost Charlie to come finish me off. Making my way down the stairs what seemed like a day later but was really only a few minutes we laughed and cried and wanted more.
Halloween was not just candy it was time for us to gather as friends, to see who could scare the other, staying up late watching every scary movie we could find, and being up so long the site of leather face would make us laugh. Eating pizza and throwing popcorn at each other. Girls next to us laughing and screaming right along with us. One Halloween we wanted something new so we started a new tradition all evil players in one real fun game of Dungeon and Dragons. This would start something that would happen every year, and one of my favorite characters my Barbarian Gronter. Yes my alter ego the name of my production company and well the monster that lives inside of me. He began as a Chaotic Evil but slowly became Chaotic Good. We gamers will know what I’m talking about.
Now I am almost forty, kids of my own and Halloween is such a different holiday. Door to door has changed to trunk or Treat, horror films have become just gore, and well costumes can’t have anything violent on them. The Candy is still the same and we still look at every piece, we watch The Great Pumpkin, and by bags of candy hopping that some day we would get more than two kids at our door. Halloween is still my favorite holiday and love how now it’s not just costumes but for me it’s spending time with good friends looking for ghost. Teaching others my love of the Paranormal, hopping we see something that will scary us just like the night we spent on the upper floors of the Masonic Temple. Someday I will return with a recorder in hand and ask Charlie if he remembers scaring me twenty years ago. Enjoy Halloween all and remember have fun.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
The ER Will never be the same
OK so Tuesday I went in to get a shot required for my new job. It was just a tetanus shot yes just a shot so if I steep on a nail I would not loss my leg. OK so I have had a tetanus shot before never had issues but no I have to get one with something new. I was told that it could make you feel a bit ill, a bit would be the understatement. Not more than two hours later I felt like Pestilence walked up and slapped me on the face said HI how is you and here is something I felt you needed.
By one pm I was ready to just die, pain all over my right side, chills and well wanting to crawl into a fire somewhere to warm up. Off to the doctor I went. So after an hour sitting there waiting to go in, and blood drawn and every test done the Doctor said well it looks as if you are having appendicitis. Here are your chooses, 1 we cut you open (really not my idea of a good first choose) 2 we let you go home and if it gets worse you go in to the ER. Being the baby I am went with number two.
I am never a great sleeper, but strange dreams between hours of pain and wanting to die. I have to say the best dream I had was to rushing to the hospital for some reason my good friends over at Dungeon Crawler radio were at my house and my wife kids and the three of them piled into our car, with no room for me. So I had to drive myself, oh yes my mother and Randy her husband had tricked out our car, with flames neon green lights, wheels with little lights on them and some huge speakers in the back. Oh and the best part they were all just stickers. Yes when I am in pain I have some very strange dreams.
I got out of bed (note not woke up but got out of bed) feeling the pain and wanting to cut out the right side of my stomach with a sharp spoon, and knowing it would hurt but feel better than I felt right then. Now god bless my oldest boy, he stayed home from school to watch his little sister and was very angry he was going to miss school, man when I was eleven I would of stayed home to watch my little sister and not even asked for money to do so. Staci worried about me rushed me to the ER, if you ever need to go to the ER in Tooele I would say do it before 9 am that place is crazy after then.
I have the up most respect for nurses and I think they do not get the credit they deserve but our ER nurse had to put up with me and I really think I should send her some roses, I am a big teddy bear but when IM sick you may as well put a dipper on me and give me a pacifier. There were a few things I would of liked say a blood pressure cuff that was well bigger than my arm, and if she could of put my IV lead in anywhere other than the top of my wrist. I was seen by the doctor and he wanted to run some test, more blood drawn, and down to a gown. I am sure the hospital gowns were made to make you feel even more uncomfortable than you already feels, why they do this I will never know.
Moving to the next set of test the CT scan, here comes one more little fear of the ghost hunter who is scared of nothing I hate small spaces, I mean HATE SMALL SPACES now a CT scan is nowhere near as bad as a MRI but yes I am already stressed, not feeling well, wanting my pacifier, (diet Coke) and hopping this would be over soon the machine would not hurry up. Results still showed nothing, more confusion and time to admit me to the hospital. OK so here is the next fear will not fear but a place where anyone who has been hunting ghost as long as I have just does not like to hang out a Hospital is not one of those places I just go to for fun unless I have a digital recorder in hand and I am asking questions like, “can you tell me your name” or “what year is it”. Pain slowly growing a surgeon not sure what is going on and a bed designed by the Spanish inquisition. More test and still nothing, TV had about twenty channels with two that worked so I watched the Do It yourself channel all night long. The morphine wanting to kick in but the pain was too much for even me to get some sleep. I also believe every hospital room has a secrete camera in it so as soon as you fall asleep it is time for more test. With an IV pump alarm going off every two hours or sooner. Drugs, lack of sleep, and pain can turn this teddy bear into the werewolf we hall fear. I was for one happy my gun was home or this blog would have been titled the Prison will never be the same. By morning I was ready to go home crawl into my own bed and just cry. After all of this the surgeon still not sure what was wrong and feeling it was just the shot from Tuesday. What did I learn from all of this, shots, and I do not mix. I am feeling better now but the pain is still there on top of the drugs, eating yogurt, puddings, and lots of water down ten pounds and really never ever wanting to spend that much time in a hospital again.
By one pm I was ready to just die, pain all over my right side, chills and well wanting to crawl into a fire somewhere to warm up. Off to the doctor I went. So after an hour sitting there waiting to go in, and blood drawn and every test done the Doctor said well it looks as if you are having appendicitis. Here are your chooses, 1 we cut you open (really not my idea of a good first choose) 2 we let you go home and if it gets worse you go in to the ER. Being the baby I am went with number two.
I am never a great sleeper, but strange dreams between hours of pain and wanting to die. I have to say the best dream I had was to rushing to the hospital for some reason my good friends over at Dungeon Crawler radio were at my house and my wife kids and the three of them piled into our car, with no room for me. So I had to drive myself, oh yes my mother and Randy her husband had tricked out our car, with flames neon green lights, wheels with little lights on them and some huge speakers in the back. Oh and the best part they were all just stickers. Yes when I am in pain I have some very strange dreams.
I got out of bed (note not woke up but got out of bed) feeling the pain and wanting to cut out the right side of my stomach with a sharp spoon, and knowing it would hurt but feel better than I felt right then. Now god bless my oldest boy, he stayed home from school to watch his little sister and was very angry he was going to miss school, man when I was eleven I would of stayed home to watch my little sister and not even asked for money to do so. Staci worried about me rushed me to the ER, if you ever need to go to the ER in Tooele I would say do it before 9 am that place is crazy after then.
I have the up most respect for nurses and I think they do not get the credit they deserve but our ER nurse had to put up with me and I really think I should send her some roses, I am a big teddy bear but when IM sick you may as well put a dipper on me and give me a pacifier. There were a few things I would of liked say a blood pressure cuff that was well bigger than my arm, and if she could of put my IV lead in anywhere other than the top of my wrist. I was seen by the doctor and he wanted to run some test, more blood drawn, and down to a gown. I am sure the hospital gowns were made to make you feel even more uncomfortable than you already feels, why they do this I will never know.
Moving to the next set of test the CT scan, here comes one more little fear of the ghost hunter who is scared of nothing I hate small spaces, I mean HATE SMALL SPACES now a CT scan is nowhere near as bad as a MRI but yes I am already stressed, not feeling well, wanting my pacifier, (diet Coke) and hopping this would be over soon the machine would not hurry up. Results still showed nothing, more confusion and time to admit me to the hospital. OK so here is the next fear will not fear but a place where anyone who has been hunting ghost as long as I have just does not like to hang out a Hospital is not one of those places I just go to for fun unless I have a digital recorder in hand and I am asking questions like, “can you tell me your name” or “what year is it”. Pain slowly growing a surgeon not sure what is going on and a bed designed by the Spanish inquisition. More test and still nothing, TV had about twenty channels with two that worked so I watched the Do It yourself channel all night long. The morphine wanting to kick in but the pain was too much for even me to get some sleep. I also believe every hospital room has a secrete camera in it so as soon as you fall asleep it is time for more test. With an IV pump alarm going off every two hours or sooner. Drugs, lack of sleep, and pain can turn this teddy bear into the werewolf we hall fear. I was for one happy my gun was home or this blog would have been titled the Prison will never be the same. By morning I was ready to go home crawl into my own bed and just cry. After all of this the surgeon still not sure what was wrong and feeling it was just the shot from Tuesday. What did I learn from all of this, shots, and I do not mix. I am feeling better now but the pain is still there on top of the drugs, eating yogurt, puddings, and lots of water down ten pounds and really never ever wanting to spend that much time in a hospital again.
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