Time Management Fail

•June 23, 2011 • 1 Comment

Well. This hasn’t been updated in 6 months, and with no good reason. I hereby pledge to weekly updates… Again.

Ophiucus : Snake Eyes

•January 14, 2011 • Leave a Comment

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted. Frankly, I’ve been busy. Anyway.

Ophiuchus, or the Serpent Bearer, is a constellation that some astrologers claim should be used in the zodiac of Western astrology. This is, of course, bullshit.
The debate has raged for many years. I first heard of it about 13 years ago, reading a children’s book on basic astronomy. I was ridiculously cool. Anyway, I gave it no real thought at the time, as my interest in astrology was practically non-existent. Today, however, an article was released by the Live Science telling the world that their star signs were wrong, Ophiuchus was now a real star sign and basically a load of annoyance was dumped on the intelligent community of the online world.

Astrology, and I can’t make this clearer, is a farce. Always has been. At least astrology as we know it today. The simple fact is, cosmological events do, actually affect us. Full moons allegedly make people do strange things (I find they give me headaches or hyperactivity, actually), comets have been supposed to alter wine vintages. Most of this, at least in terms of humans, is basic psychology.

Horoscopes as you see them in newspapers are an example of rainbow statements, which you can just Google since I have no intention of giving a psychology lecture. Basically, they’re mostly positive and so general that they must seem true. Your star sign means shag all.

HOWEVER, I like being a Gemini. I will not be a Taurus, and everyone else who would be quite happy ignoring little Ophiucus for another milennia or so is more than welcome to join me.

Wicklow Gaol Ghost Hunt – Debrief

•November 15, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Well. That was a very very very very long time between posts, but it couldn’t really be helped. Anyway.

Wicklow Gaol is considered the most haunted building in Ireland.  Along with 24 other paranormally minded people, including Dr. Ciaran O’Keefe (of Most Haunted) and Steve Parsons, I went off and spent the best part of a night there. To, you know, find some ghosts. This trip as run as part of the 3rd annual Dublin Paranormal Convention (which was awesome, actually). It went… Oddly.

We went out, kitted with sandwiches and torches. I had actually bought a LedLenser P6 earlier that day, spent most of the day semi blinding myself with it. MAN that’s a bright torch. Anyway, after a short coach ride and an even shorter intro talk when we got there, we split into groups of five and into the cells we went.

The most frightening thing about Wicklow Gaol? The wax figures. Scared the living hell out of me when I turned the P6 on and saw someone screaming at me from across the atrium. But once in the cells, stranger things began happening. Garseys, from my earlier posts, was in the group with me, as was my girlfriend (who shall be referred to as Zombie) and two other women. Garseys decided to do a ‘call out’, literally inviting any spirits to come and have a chat with us. There was no response. This sort of thing continued for a while, until we decided to touch the walls and try and feel any residual emotions. Both Garseys and Zombie felt emotion, sadness, regret etc. I got nothing. This sort of thing continued. They’d sense a presence or something, I’d feel nothing. Maybe I’d her a slight noise in the corner, but nothing more. The sensetives had it.

Now, something important about my personality; I don’t like being upstaged. Especially not in this field. So when we were down in the schoolroom (Zombie and Garseys had had to leave, were very uncomfortable), I decided to try another method of contact; direct telepathy.

That didn’t go well. Almost as soon as my telepathy shields were down I felt someone roaring at me. Literally roaring. Like a freaking lion getting castrated. So back up the shield went (fastest I’ve ever done it, maybe 4 seconds). I then adressed the room, mentally, telling them not to shout. I must have been muttering as the women I was with asked was I alright. I assured them I was and tried another approach, one I’d never managed before; aura viewing. So I closed my eyes and tried to look through my third eye. I saw black. And more black. Then some REALLY dark grey. Then yellow. That one stopped me. I saw, through closed eyes, a small yellow form (I call it that for lack of a better word, it didn’t look human at this point) by the wall, across the room to my left. I attempted to reach it telepathically, and got my first ghost of the night.

What I basically got was that it was a pre pubescent boy, who had contracted TB in the Gaol and died.  After a while I also became aware of a second presence, this time green, of a woman who died, or so she believed, because she had looked after the boy and contracted his illness. She seemed resentful.

Now, I’m the first to say this; it was probably my imagination. Tuberculosis was common as Zubat back then, and it was probably in my mind from history background. However, the guide did confirm that a young boy’s ghost has been felt in there. And Zombie and Garseys both felt tightness in their chest, possibly a sympathetic response to the boy’s illness. We just don’t know.

After the event, I decided to teach people I know how to shield. It could come in handy for them. I was probably lucky. I had heavily shielded myself before Paracon because, as I reasoned it, walking into a room with 180 amateur psychics is not something I wanted to do unprotected. I actually felt some pain and pressure in my head over the day, so maybe I was being probed. At least my shield held. But everyone should have this skill. I’ll discuss them at length in my next post.

In the end, it was an experience I’m glad I had. And I would definitely do it again. But I’d go in more prepared next time, to be sure.

 

Happenings, Past & Present

•September 17, 2010 • 3 Comments

Tonight I helped paint the basement of the National Leprechaun Museum in Dublin, in preparation for Dublin’s Paranormal Convention in a month and a half. Just your average Thursday.

Anyway, the organiser, who we shall know here as 6th, was telling us (myself and Garseys, Treasurer of DCUPS) all about the history of the building and, inevitably, the supposed ghost sightings over the years. The one that stuck he told us in a dark, dank back room, lit only by Garsey’s iPhone. It told of a female ghost who felt up men on stairways. We had a good laugh. Cougar ghost! So on we went, trading stories and basically having the craic till about 11pm, when myself and Garseys had to go get our respective buses. As we left, I noticed an odd shape in a doorway behind 6th. It looked, essentially, like a female face. As I looked toward it, it (whatever it was) vanished around the corner.

I was already attributing this to my imagination, and 6th’s storytelling, when Garseys mentioned that he felt his attention being drawn toward the doorway. I mentioned what  saw. We pondered for a moment. Then myself and Garseys left 6th alone with the ghost. Maybe he’ll get lucky, he’ll only be leaving as I write this.

The whole thing got me thinking about personal paranormal experiences. Tonight I consider my 4th ‘official’ experience.  So I decided to recap my other experiences here and now.

1- Bean Sidhe (Banshee)

Last February, the night after I returned from a trip to Prague,  I was getting ready for bed when I heard a sharp, drawn out noise outside my window. It sounded almost like a scream. I put it down in my mind as a squealing tyre and settled down to sleep. And hour or so later, the phone rang. My mother came in and asked me did I want to go to the hospital with her, my grandmother was in a ‘critical state’.  She had been sick for a while, though not too seriously, and we were extremely close. Naturally, I threw on clothes and went with my mother. On our arrival, a doctor met us and said we shpold sit down, which was when realisation hit me. My grandmother had, the doctor explained,  died at some point earlier that night and, though exact TOD was unknown, it would have been around the time I heard the odd sound. I remain convinced that I heard the Bean Sidhe that night, warning of her death.

2- Black Dog

Many cultures have the folk tales of large, phantasmal black dogs that act as omens to people. One night,  I was walking home from the pub. As I crossed a road near my house, an unnerving sound distracted me from my iPod. Lowering my headphones, I realised it was a growl. In the garden in front of me, a massive black dog was lying, staring straight at me, snarling menacingly. I backed away and crossed further down the road. His eyes were fixed on me the whole way. As I looked back, a couple that had been a few seconds behind me passed the dog without a glance. This wouldn’t be too unuaual, but the people that live in that house don’t have a dog. I haven’t seen it since. And even if it was a neighbour dog, why was it out on the road at 1am?

3- I don’t even know

This one needs backstory. This was about 2/3 weeks after my grandmother’s death. I had not slept properly for several nights, and was under the effects of a drug. I was in a lecture, a bit zoned out. After 20 minutes or so, my attention was drawn to a figure sitting in a chair beside my lecturer. I assumed it was a guest lecturer or something, but they were never introduced, nor was any indication given that anyone noticed them. Suddenly, they looked at me. I have scarcely ever been terrified, but my emotions were fragile at the time and I was rooted with fear. The figure stood. It was male, about 6 feet tall, dressed entirely in black (suit, jeans, I don’t remember. Just the colour,). They stared at me with eyes I couldn’t see. Then they moved down from the podium, up the room toward me. I cannot explain how them moved, like walking but also like gliding, as if the leg motions had little or nothing to do with the motion. Just under halfway to me, it stopped and smiled slowly. It was a full on tooth smile, showing gleaming white teeth, almost a snarl. The smile petrified me and, against all better judgement, instinct took over and I squeezed my eyes shut. After a moment, I opened them and it was gone.

I still have no idea what I saw that day.

And today makes four. Anyway, that’s my main experiences, make of them what you will. If anyone has any similar stories or observations on mine, please share them through the comment section. I really do want to hear them.

Paranormal Postings

•September 13, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I finally got some inspiration for my blog. Took what, something like 8 months. A paranormal blog, charting my own experiences as I systematically break my own mind. By which I mean study.

Also, I moved from Blogger to signify the fresh start.

Methods of doing this will include:

1– Actively increasing my awareness of my subconscious
2– Using said awareness, enhancing the altogether useless abilities I currently possess. See below.
3– Attempting to teach myself other psionic skills (telepathy etc.)
4– Going on ghost hunts and various other wholesome activities with my very own DCU Paranormal Society

5– I wanted to have five points. Sue me.

Why?

Funnily enough, a dream. I’ve been lucid dreaming for a while now, a skill that I acquired after about 2 years of actively trying to do it… I’m not a quick study. Anyway, I was wandering in a big ass maze made of what I presume was raw meat, I did a reality check, took control of the dream and, unusually, got on a motorbike and drove through the wall (this is unusual as I usually grow wings, ride a dragon, or otherwise fly).

As I awoke and went to the dream diary I’ve kept the last while, I realised that not a lot of people can do what I just did. And, after some research, I also realised that half the people who can are nutjobs, and not a lot of the remainder can in any way explain what they do. So I figured, ‘Maybe I can do better.’

Now. I have, for many years, enjoyed a minor and rather useless form of random precognition, almost entirely related to television. I would think about a certain episode of the Simpsons, or a great movie I saw years ago, and bring it up in conversation over the day. Just ‘cos. Oftentimes, I’d get a text later that day along the lines of ‘Wow, Starship Troopers is on tonight! Weird’ or ‘ Remember ‘Silent alarm activated!’ It’s on now!!!’. As time progressed, these bacame more like ‘Guess what’s on’ and ‘FFS, you did it again. Freak’ (this was a joke, not an insult/proposal of marriage.)

Anyway, that’s how it began. Recently, I decided to do some exercises to enhance my awareness, and my ability to sense my subconscious (links below). Now a lot of these senses relate to buses. When it’s coming, if it’s early, that kind of thing. An amusing incident on my 21st birthday involved me and my friend walking along a bus route in the opposite direction of the bus, towards the terminus. At one stop, maybe 3 from the beginning, I got a strong urge to stay put. I did, said goodnight to my friend and waited… for 45 seconds, when my bus arrived. That kind of thing happens all the time now. Awesome!

So, essentially, that’s what I’ll be writing about now. The Paranormal and my experiences with it. Expect psionics, ghosts, Tarot and DCU-PS.

Hells yeah.

Links
Psipog – Sensitivity Manual
‘The Small Still Voice Within’