Grand Army of the Republic Civil War Cemetery Revisited

Photograph courtesy of Seattle Parks and Recreation

I recently had a chance to once again visit the Grand Army of the Republic Civil War cemetery on Seattle’s Capitol Hill.

Comprised of survivors from both the Union and the Confederacy occupants of the GAR made their way to Seattle. Many died in the early to mid 1920’s.

The visit was made with friends of mine, a couple I will call Jim and Maria to protect their privacy. Jim is also a mental medium. Maria is intrigued by what her husband picks up but doesn’t consider herself psychic.

Normally when two or more mediums investigate a location at the same time key facts tend to match but each medium often gets different pieces of the puzzle. What was interesting to me is that Jim and I repeatedly got identical information. First time I have had that happen. I could tell from how the information was coming in that I was getting it from the occupants of the graves, not from reading Jim’s mind.

Last time was more a group exercise with the ghosts of dozens of Civil War soldiers grouping around me and the friend I was exploring with at the time.

This experience was a lot more personalized with a number of conversations with individuals in spirit depending on what tomb stone I was focused on at any given time.

The most entertaining ghost of the evening was Jacob Davidson, a Private, Company E 2, and Michigan Infantry. He died January 23, 1896 a good 20 years earlier than his companions in arms. His birth date was not on his stone but he appeared to be in his 40’s when he enlisted. Jacob chose to manifest wearing an exceptionally nice custom tailored suit. He sported a full head of graying hair and white mutton-chop side burns. He wore round glasses, but only when he had to.

I asked Jacob why he joined the Union in middle age. He told me he was so enraged by the events at Harper’s Ferry; he felt the need to join up.

I pulled out my cell phone to quickly check up on Harper’s Ferry to make sure I remembered correctly that it was the location of John Brown’s short lived slave revolt. Jacob asked me why I was staring into the mirror (smart phone) in my hand! Jim and Maria explained to Jacob that it was form of electronics. Jacob understood electricity for light and heat but computers were not a concept he was able to understand.

Jacob said he was in merchant banking before the war. He left his wife and three children when he enlisted. At the time of the Civil War he had a son a daughter and a baby boy at home. Sadly he told me his wife died the first year of the war in 1861.

After the war Jacob remarried, had a few more children and moved to Seattle with his blended family. By that time his first-born daughter was married with a young child of her own. The entire Davidson family moved and thanks to Jacob’s prior business successes were able to buy a home in Seattle’s Magnolia neighborhood right away.

After the war in Seattle Jacob said he made his living in “trade”. He showed me he spent a lot of time at the bustling docks of the Port of Seattle.

Jacob remained a man of his time. I was amused when he told me that any woman of his era that had shown as much leg as I did in my walking shorts “…would have been horse-whipped.” I was told in no uncertain terms his daughters would have never sworn like a sailor as I did. I agreed, but pointed out his daughters didn’t live in 2015. I do.

Maria had me ask Jacob if Bruce Lee (buried in the cemetery across the street from the GAR) ever visited? Jacob may have been anti-slavery in the 1860’s but didn’t view all ethnic groups equally. In short he indicated Lee’s shade would not be welcome at the Civil War graveyard. Maria wanted to know if Jacob had much interaction with Asians in his lifetime. Jacob mentioned Chinese workers brought in to build and finish railroads in the Seattle area. He was annoyed with me because I would casually swear in conversation but wouldn’t repeat his racial slurs. I told him my occasional profanity was considered much less offensive in 2015 than his slurs. Suffice to say we didn’t convince each other.

At one point Jacob asked me to step aside from the conversation as he wanted to talk to Jim. Since you always get more ghosts with honey than vinegar I obliged, stepped back and chatted with Maria for a few minutes.

A similar request was made by the occupant of one of the six “unknown” graves in the GAR. Jim had gone to the car to get a jacket as the heat of the day was fading fast in the waning light. “Thomas” or “T” as he said he was called informed me he would not say another word until Jim returned. He wanted to talk to a man, not a woman. Fortunately T decided to talk to both Jim and I when Jim returned.

Thomas came across as quite the con artist. He fought for the Union but used the war as an opportunity to abandon his wife and children. At some point during the war he met and hooked up a black former slave woman who became his common law wife in Seattle. They had two sons and a daughter together.

Because he didn’t want his first family to find him Thomas kept all his identity and enlistment papers in a small wooden box with a sliding lid. It was about the size of a modern shoe box but Thomas insisted it originally held blueberry preserves.

Thomas died of diphtheria in Seattle. He was carefully nursed by his second family. He left instructions that upon his death his second wife was to burn the box with his documents in it. Much to his frustration, she didn’t do so. Instead, according to Thomas she was proud to have landed a white man as a husband and eventually donated his box of identification papers to a museum.

At this point Thomas asked Jim to find those papers, break into the museum and finally destroy his documents. Jim flatly refused and pointed out to Thomas that in this day and age Jim could spend life in prison for stealing artifacts from a museum. Thomas protested they were his documents he should decide what happened to them. He was not happy with me when I told him as soon as he died he lost all control of his papers. It was unfortunate his wife had not honored his wishes but nothing could be done now. Thomas’s raspberry response translated perfectly across a century and a half.

Both Jim and I felt Thomas was the slippery sort of man who would sell you the Brooklyn Bridge if you would have paid for it.

Thomas said he did have a several times great-grandson alive in the Seattle area but that the man had no idea of his connection to Thomas. Not surprising as Thomas is in a grave marked unknown.

I talked to three of the six unknown grave occupants. One late soldier a few stones down from Thomas was not in the mood to chat. He told me to go away as he wanted to go back to sleep. I respected his wishes.

The final unknown grave contained another Union soldier. This young man had lied about his age to enlist. I didn’t get a name but he was just a kid, a teenager whose government issued uniform hung on him like a scarecrow. He was a skinny, lanky kid who enlisted to make his father proud.

As the sun started to set a real-life volunteer arrived to take down the flag. I dusted off my rusty Campfire skills and helped him properly fold the flag. In return he showed us the graves of Edward T. Clarke, a member of a black regiment who enlisted at age 21 and lived until 1932! Edward was not inclined to chat much but when asked how he lived into his 90’s wryly answered, “By eating collard greens.” Maria and I had to explain to Jim what collard greens were, noting they remain a popular Southern dish today.

The flag volunteer also pointed out the grave of Frank Bios, a Medal of Honor recipient who served as a Quarter Master in the US Navy on the USS Cincinnati. Serving in the Navy in the US Civil War had to be grueling. Not only did Frank survive he lived to age 81.

Maria, Jim and I were clustered around Frank’s grave and the woman buried next to him took offence and told Jim to stop standing on her grave! He obligingly moved and she further commented that he looked like a boy. Jim found that funny as he is 50-something. Maybe his jeans and sweatshirt made him look younger to that ghost lady?

Not too far from Edward Clarke’s grave was the only couples grave I noticed at the GAR before we lost daylight. It was the grave of Levi and Anna Wright. Interestingly Anna was three years older and survived Levi by 10 years, all the way to 1932!

Jim and I asked Levi if he was in the Civil War. He said he was, but not as a soldier, rather as a doctor. Levi made a play on words. In the Middle Ages crude surgeons were called barber surgeons. Levi said he was a lot more of a barbarian than a surgeon in his field hospital work due to the endless limb amputations.

Because of his name we asked Levi if he was Jewish. He confirmed he was. He said he worked for the Confederacy because they were not as picky about the background of those who served. Dr. Wright noted that when a man was screaming in agony due to a shredded limb he didn’t really care about the ethnicity of the doctor who treated him.

Levi told us he was a boy when he and his parents and siblings immigrated to the US from somewhere in Europe. Anna’s parents immigrated but she was born in the US. Levi said his family first settled in a Mississippi river town and he met Anna because she lived the next town over. Despite Levi’s version of events he is listed as having come out of Ohio on the GAR bulletin board registry. Maria, Jim and I speculated that perhaps the Wright family lived in Ohio by the time of the Civil War. I felt pretty solid about Mississippi as Jim got the same state independently of me.

As an added bonus Levi’s wife Anna was also willing to chat with us. She was a plump, short woman with black hair pulled back into a bun. Her doctor husband provided a good living for her and their six children. She said they had four boys and two girls. She showed me herself getting the Sabbath table ready with a snowy white table-cloth, a deep red table runner and crystal wine glasses. Jim asked if she used candles on the table. She confirmed she used standard tapers for the Sabbath table. Confirmation from the dead person you are talking to is a great help when learning to trust your abilities as Jim is now.  Overall Anna Wright seemed to be a gracious and kind lady. Apparently Levi and Anna Wright still have descendants in the Greater Seattle area who know about them.

One of the benefits of poking around a ghost dense location such as the GAR with another medium is what I call the catalyst effect. Any time you get two or more psychics in close proximity (such as the same room) each amplifies the abilities of the other. In too many cases with talent in mediumship comes matching egos. Working with Jim was great because neither one of us were worried about outshining the other. When you don’t see someone with the same skill set as competition marvelous collaborations are possible. I am sure we enjoyed so many detailed conversations with the residents of the GAR because of an ego free catalyst effect. Thanks Jim and Maria… looking forward to our next adventure!

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Dig In! Food Beyond the Grave

I have been thinking about the social nature of food and the many times it has continued to connect people even after death. I have been fortunate to witness a great number of “welcoming committees” 0f family and friends who show up in spirit to greet and welcome home a newly deceased person. It is interesting to me how often these reunions involve food.

Recently I had an unusually detailed interaction with a dying man’s family waiting for him in spirit. He was the last of his generation to pass, so he had a lot of siblings, family and friends waiting to welcome him home to God.

One of the dying man’s sisters was waiting with a home-baked pie. I was able to confirm she was known in her family for her delicious pies.

One celeb was met by his grandmother who had a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies in her hands when she came to escort him to heaven. (Heaven, other side, the great beyond, take your pick.)

A Revolutionary War soldier who had been earthbound as a ghost for a couple of centuries met up with his father and brother in spirit. They walked into the light of heaven toasting their reunion with tankards of ale.

A long-term client came to me when both her parents had passed. They came through and talked about their idea of heaven. In this case it was a lakeside cottage with a wonderful apple orchard. The mother mentioned the crop was going to be a good one and she would be making pies and cobbler from the fruit. (This experience backed up my long-held belief that heaven can pretty much be whatever we want it to be.)

One of my all time favorite other side stories was a man who had been gone some time. His family came to see me at a psychic fair. They asked what he was doing with his time in heaven. He replied the was waterskiing and drinking beer with his best buddy. The family laughed and said that would certainly be the mans idea of heaven.

Earthbound spirits are still interested in food too, despite the fact they no longer have bodies to enjoy it with.

When I was at the bottom of the Waverly Hills death tunnel Mark and Debby Constantino were leading the investigation. They asked the ghosts in the tunnel if there was anything they missed that the Constantino’s could bring them. The answer I heard was apples. I told Debby about it and she followed up with me later. The late Fr. Andrew Calder had brought a couple of apples the next night and left them in the densely haunted death tunnel for the spirits.

Also at Waverly Hills I have heard ghost children request candy up on the fifth floor during another groups EVP session. Cherry flavored candy to be exact.

Paranormal investigator extraordinaire Mike Sears and his VSPR group ( have routinely gotten amazing EVP results by bringing rum or whiskey to locations they have investigated. This seems to work especially well in areas that once housed soldiers or prisoners. The ghosts seem to appreciate the thought and effort Mike and his team expended to bring them a drink.

Of course many other items from toys to tools are used as successfully as trigger objects. Food or drink remains a big one.

In light of the ongoing appreciation and connection food has beyond this life earlier societies practices of sacrificing produce, grains and animals to their gods or in honor of their late ancestors doesn’t sound quite so daft to my modern ear.

My late mother loved white chip macadamia nut cookies. I think the next time I visit her grave I will leave a nice big one for her. It will melt into the grass with the next good rain, or the squirrels or birds will get it, but no harm done. I figure it can’t hurt and it has been a long time since Mom had one of those cookies.



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Unexpected Christmas Gift – Bing Crosby

I was driving to Christmas brunch in a gray, icy cold morning. My mood matched the weather. In an effort to cajole myself into a more festive outlook I turned on the radio to Christmas carols. Not surprisingly, Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas” was playing.

I did chuckle a bit as I recalled a family story involving my grandfather and the well-loved crooner. Years before marriage and family they roomed at the same Spokane, Washington boarding-house. Being young and single, they became drinking buddies. Many years later my grandfather told his youngest daughter about some of their adventures.

One night in particular they had both gotten plastered but managed to drive home without incident. They had a terrible time trying to get out of the car. The world seemed more difficult to navigate than when they had climbed in. They stumbled upstairs and slept it off. The next day they found they had parked the car half on the high curb, half on the street, leaving the vehicle at a steep angle.

What I wasn’t ready for was Bing Crosby to choose that moment to show up in my passenger seat. My first response was, “Really?” as I had about four hours of sleep the night before and usually shut down as much as possible before attending family events. Also I had never encountered Crosby in spirit before, so why now?

Bing calmly remarked, “You know, your grandfather was good man.” This was consistent with everything I had ever heard about the grandfather I had never met. It convinced me my overtired brain was not making Crosby up.

Since “White Christmas” was still playing on the radio I asked if Bing had ever met my great-grandparents. My late Mom and her sisters had known Poppa but his wife had died a few months before my mother’s birth. Had my grandfather invited Bing to his family Christmas back when they had hung out? I was disappointed when Bing replied, “No. I was invited one year, but I chose to accept the invitation of another friend. Now I wish I had gone.” He said my grandfather had often spoken of his parents warmly.

I wanted to know more about my great-grandmother especially but Bing couldn’t share what he had not experienced.

The last thing Bing said to me was to hang in there, that things were going to going to get better in my life. Then he did a very Irish thing. He leaned over from the passenger seat and chastely kissed my cheek before fading away. It was immensely comforting and reminded me of a distant cousin who had told me at my grandmothers grave years earlier that he was, “Sorry for your troubles,” another deeply Irish gesture that covered all bases at a really rough time in my life.

Like all great performers, Crosby’s timing could not have been better. I pulled up to the family home a few minutes later, but I had already received the best possible Christmas gift.



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AGHOST Investigation: El Corazon 1/22/12

My first investigation with AGHOST (Advanced Ghost Hunters of Seattle Tacoma) was at the long established bar and heavy metal venue El Corazon in Seattle. “The Heart” in Spanish is liberally decorated with graphic paper mache hearts surrounded by thorns and accented by elaborate day of the dead skulls.

A self-appointed “spirit of El Corazon” followed me around most of the night offering his editorial comments on the bar and the investigation. Once a human male, this ghost decided to manifest as a tattooed talking head sporting designs all over the face and skull reminiscent of the dead heads on the walls of the bar. He had a common M name, Max, Matt, Marc… but I was not able to nail it down.

M’s floating head was fully fleshed but he was gaunt in the manner of long term drug addicts. He told me when he was alive his drugs of choice were heroin, pot and booze. I asked him about cocaine but he wasn’t into it, said it made him dizzy. When asked about heroin making him dizzy he protested it mellowed him out.

M felt like he was from the 1970’s in speech and manner. Unlike many of his contemporaries his black hair was short, shorn close to his skull. When I asked him why he was following me around he said, “I like you, you can hear me, man.” I pointed out there were several other psychics in the investigating group and suggested he go talk to one of them. He said one of them was too focused on other spirits and he gave the other one a headache and was told to go away. Not wanting him to plague my fellow sensitives, I finally told him he could stick with me which seemed to make him happy.

When I asked M how many other spirits were in the building he replied about three dozen. I thought that might be the spirits he was aware of, because El Corazon was mobbed with spirits. Walking through the place for five hours was like wandering around a rave, jam packed spirits, many of whom clamored for attention. The only other place I had felt ghosts so thickly was Waverly Hills hot spots like the morgue or the death tunnel. I am convinced El Corazon is one of the most densely haunted spots in Seattle outside of the Pike Place Market.

At one point I was assigned to watch the IR cameras for about an hour. M kept me company and a rather malicious minded Goth boy decided to see if he could yank my chain. Goth boy was early 20’s, white makeup, black clothing, including a trench coat he liked to use rather like bat wings. His thing was scaring patrons and investigators alike. In short if you were human and breathing he wanted to play. I wasn’t much fun as I refused to freak out, so he didn’t stick around long.

I didn’t see anything noteworthy on the IR cameras, but thanks to Alyssa got a crash course in the many different ways dust can imitate orbs on IR in the dark.  It remains to be seen if better trained eyes than mine find evidence of the ghostly activity that swirled around our team all night.

The back hallway behind the soda bar off the dance floor was clogged with spirits that couldn’t seem to move. One of my fellow investigators, Wendy had a personal experience of hearing a woman’s voice in that hallway saying she couldn’t get out. That was a bit disconcerting as the hallway lead to an emergency exit.  As pointed out by Jody, one of AGHOSTS established psychics, considering how jam packed the bar and dance floor can get, the feeling of stuck energy could have been caused by any panic inducing event that prompted throngs of people to try and exit quickly.

The upstairs bathroom had its fair share of vomiting and tripping ghosts.  It also had a small residential style shower. Plenty of stoned people had tried to sober up in there. I saw the ghost of a guy fully clothed sopping wet as the shower doused him. He was pretty out of it, weaving on his feet even in the tiny stall.

The traditionally called “green room” was two small adjoining upstairs rooms painted heart blood red.  Green room one had three distinctive ghosts I picked up on. Early in the investigation I was taking baseline tri-field meter readings up there.  I plopped on one of the two black couches to the disgruntlement of the ghost of a former musician who complained I was sitting on him. At this time I also noticed a deeply depressed ghost man holding court in the tiny alcove corner of the room that held a chair, a desk and a mirror for acts getting reading to go on stage.   Later in the evening I joined Jon in the same room for an EVP session. Depressed guy still had a steady stream of ghosts visiting him but I picked up on a different male ghost smoking in the corner behind the door to the right of the entrance of the room. It was probably a joint rather than a cigarette because the smoking ghost was the most deeply relaxed of the assorted spirits I encountered.

Another ghost… mostly men I saw in the green rooms with two notable exceptions, was in a paroxysm of joy, jumping up and down with glee.  He was too blissed out to answer me when I asked what he was so excited about.

Green room two was a different story. There was a seriously pissed off, hostile, abusive ghost who stood braced against the window staring out over the city below.  He was furious at the world, and swore several impressive blue streaks at Jon and I during the EVP session. I don’t know yet if any of the molten comments were recorded.  I tried to ask him why he was so angry, but his repeated response was that he wanted EVERYONE from ghosts to humans to leave him the $%&! alone.

This ghost was stuck in a suicidal, depressive rage. He might have taken his own life at the bar because he showed me himself holding a hand gun directly under his chin. Did he actually die that way or simply consider it? I don’t know for certain but he was definitely dead by the time I encountered him. 

Green room two had multiple impressions of couples sneaking up there to have sex. The only other female I saw in the green rooms was a little girl, about nine years old. At first I wondered if her father had been a musician who performed at El Corazon at one point. She corrected me, said her uncle had brought her to the bar. As a minor she had to stay upstairs and out of the way, an experience she found boring.  

One of the walls in green room two bore testimony to periodic bouts of rage as it sported several good sized holes from when drunken musicians punched the walls. It was hard to tell if there was any blood among the red paint.

There was the rather unsettling ghost of a woman at the top of the stairs, the landing just outside the door to green room two. She was Caucasian, long brown hair, hippie clothing, again from the 1970’s like several other ghosts I saw. I would place her age late 20’s to early 30’s. She told me a man had pushed her headfirst down the stairs to the second landing. I don’t know what the argument was about, but whoever pushed her was boiling mad at the time.

During set up I was fumbling around in my bag in the fourth booth closest to the main bar as you come into El Corazon from the street.  A male ghost with shaggy hair seated in the corner where the booth seats met, protested I was crowding him but was easily pacified when I moved back six inches. I was told later one of the other psychics on the team had a conversation with this ghost during an EVP session. He was pretty polite, when investigators thanked him for talking to them the psychic involved mentally heard him say thank you back that they made the effort.

It was a good night. I had a chance to get to know the people on my team, newbies like me and seasoned veterans alike.  I heard some great ghost stories and learned more about the gear and how to properly use it. I hope I get to go back to El Corazon for another AGHOST investigation and am looking forward to the adventures ahead with this highly professional and ethical group.



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Meeker Mansion Nov. 2011

I worked a psychic fair at the historic Meeker Mansion in Puyallup, Washington. Built by Ezra and Eliza Jane Meeker, it is a tribute to the Victorian era and family. A fellow reader had told me at a different event that Mr. and Mrs. Meeker were still in residence in spirit. They sure were!

Ironically I was assigned the master bedroom of the mansion. It took less than 10 minutes before Ezra and Eliza Jane showed up. At first I saw (and heard) Ezra sawing logs on the left side of the bed. On the right side Eliza Jane had her back to him as she patiently waited for her weariness to overcome his snores.

I had the impression it was an amicable marriage. Eliza Jane was most inclined to chat and showed me many evenings of quiet companionship in their lamp lit bedroom.

As I looked around the bedroom and noted how carefully the restoration work had been done I was bothered by the milk glass vases flanking the mirror above the beautiful replica wooden mantel. Eliza Jane commented they were wrong, they should have been crystal.  Later I realized she meant instead of vases those “decorative” spots were intended to hold oil lamps with clear crystal chimneys. Only the best for the marital boudoir.

One of the most striking features of the room was the partially restored fireplace that had been updated at some point to burn coal. The decorative tile around the small fireplace was original. I knew this before I read the informative blurbs posted around the room because Mrs. Meeker commented on it.

The tile motif was done in a mauve wash and boasted the raised figures of small birds in the upper corners below the mantle. The lower tile had two remarkable figures flanking the fire. On the left was a classic knight in presumably shining armor. On the right was a Grecian maid, draped in folds of cloth and tending a lamb.

Eliza Jane did NOT like the Grecian maid. I was admiring the figure in the tile when I sensed her presence behind my left shoulder as she glared her disapproval at the “shameless hussy”! I asked her why she put up with the if she found the figure so offensive. She told me Ezra liked the knight in armor and overruled her objections to his decidedly non-Medieval companion.

Eliza Jane seemed both fond and protective of her built-in closet. The master bedroom had a walk in closet/box room, handily situated behind the fireplace for optimal comfort in winter time dressing. The walk in-in closet also had her original rocking chair and a trunk still stenciled with the name E. Meeker. I got the impression that Eliza Jane enjoyed her quiet moments in her rocker.

Both the rocker and the low height of a mirror in an alcove built into the main floor staircase made it clear Mrs. Meeker was a tiny, petite woman.

Non-stop readings is thirsty work, so I usually bring a gallon of water to refill my sports bottle over the course of the day. No time for lunch so I ate snacks I had brought with me. Eliza Jane showed up repeatedly when I carefully refilled my water bottle, as each time she cautioned me NOT to drip water on her fine bedroom carpet. Another concern was crumbs from a fruit bar I was eating. I assured her I would be meticulously careful of her carpet and linens. She remarked I had manners. I gave credit to my mother and grandmother which met with an approving nod.

Periodically through the course of the day I felt Eliza Jane’s presence observing readings over my shoulder. I didn’t have attention to spare for her at those times, but knew I was under observation.

At the end of the day I thanked both Mr. and Mrs. Meeker for allowing me to be a guest in their home, especially their private quarters. Eliza Jane  informed me I would be welcome to visit again for which I gravely thanked her. As a buddy and I ventured out into the dark and rainy evening my last glimpse of her in spirit was as she stood framed by a beautiful inlaid stain glass door and waved goodbye as she wished me a good night.

I will be working the spring fair at Meeker Mansion. Looking forward to getting back inside and visiting with the lady of the house, regardless of the century between us.



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Celebrity Ghost Hunt Premiere

Chip Coffey launched his new TV show “Celebrity Ghost Hunt” with typical no-nonsense accuracy as he helped untangle paranormal events at a privately owned gold mine in North Carolina and identified a former resident of a Los Angles home.

Actor Christopher Atkins, best known for his early roles in “The Blue Lagoon” and the TV drama “Dallas” had taken up part-time gold mining with his friend Jimmy who owned the mine.  Jimmy wasn’t the only one who figured substantial gold remained in the mine as he once got an offer of $6 Million dollars for the place. He declined as he believed the mine had the potential to yield $400 Million dollars of untapped gold.

The closer Jimmy and Chris got to the gold, the stranger unexplained events became. While in the mine, both men heard a growling sound that shifted into an unearthly howl. Another time Jimmy and his son heard the heavily amplified sound of a beating heart. Heavy mining equipment served by dedicated power boxes had turned itself on without the help of any human beings.

The odd experiences didn’t confine themselves to the work day. One night Jimmy’s daughter-in-law Michelle woke up in the house to see the figure of a man standing at the foot of her bed. His daughter Charlotte shared the time she saw a half-torso apparition of a man wearing a black shirt.

Jimmy had seen the ghost of a miner on the property. The figure was clothed in a trench coat and miner’s helmet. Jimmy yelled at the apparition but got no response.

Chip started getting impressions of the presence of assorted spirits as soon as he walked around the mine shaft. First he sensed two people who were in conflict over the gold in the mine. He saw two people walking in front of a group and then mimed a gun going off with the comment, “boom”.

As Chip was talking about the two people in conflict I saw two men whom I believe both had some financial interest in the mine. Chip saw a shooting murder. I saw something different.  The thinner of the two men was walking in front of the heavier one, as they argued about how to run the mine. The heavy-set man pushed his erstwhile business partner into the mine shaft to his death.  I would not be surprised if both incidents happened at the mine at different times.

Chip told Jimmy and Chris that a number of conflicting positive and negative, light and dark influences were in play around the current mining operation.  He picked up on some Native American spirits who were not happy about the gold being taken out of the earth.

Regarding the two people he first saw in conflict over the mine Chip had the sense that, “If we couldn’t do it here, you won’t either.” That took sour grapes to a whole new level.

Paranormal Investigator Michelle Griffin and her team were brought in to see what they might be able to document at the mine. They had the full array of standard ghost hunting gear including an infrared light, a full spectrum camera, DVR recorders and a K2 meter.

Michelle her team, Chip, Chris and Jimmy trooped down into the mine to investigate at night. Chip picked up on something but when the camera panned over to what might have been an ore crusher nothing was seen by the naked eye. However with my third eye I saw the figure of an old-style miner working the equipment. It wasn’t exactly the same equipment presently on site as the miner was cranking away at a manual wheel.

Chip started out with standard questions in a group EVP session. A disembodied knocking sound was heard not once but twice in response to his inquiries about any spirits nearby.  When Chip asked if anyone was present who did not want the gold found he saw a presence behind the group as the K2 meter lit up.  Chip told the team, “We are surrounded” by spirits he described as closing in around the living.

I could see a gaggle of past characters associated with gold mine in a circle that inched closer and closer to the group of investigators.  One figure in particular stood out.  It was the heavy-set miner I had seen push his erstwhile business partner to his death. He was in his 40’s with dark hair starting to run to early gray. He wore canvas overalls and held up an old-fashioned lamp with a round lens.  He demanded to know, “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

Back up on the surface Michelle and Chip both saw something move behind a tree. Jimmy commented, “There’s noises over there.”  Drawn by the sounds he walked ahead of the group despite Chips repeated calls to come back.

When Jimmy returned to the group he said he had seen,  “A big gray puff of smoke.” Furthermore he had not realized how far he had wandered from the group. He said, “My hair was standing on end. I thought you all were closer to me.”

Chris confirmed Jimmy’s experience. He said, “I swear to God I saw a big gray puff of smoke. Then it went away.”  Later evidence review showed a gray mist that briefly obliterated a nearby tree before vanishing. An EVP captured at the time confirmed local spirits were still there, “To find the gold.”

Chip thought the mysterious puff of smoke was related to Native American spirits he had sensed earlier. This was supported by a visit to local historian Patricia Curl who pointed out the mine sat near a former major Indian trading path. Chip asked Patricia her opinion about how the Native Americans in the area might have viewed gold mining. She said they would not have been happy about it as they were closely  oriented to nature.

Chip stated his theory that something energetic might be hampering the mining efforts.

I had two different images shown to me when I looked at Jimmy’s mysterious puff of smoke. The first image was of a Native cooking fire which pretty much backed up Chip’s train of thought that past Native Americans were still around and not pleased with renewed mining efforts.

The second image was related to early gold mining. In that image I saw the puff of smoke as the product of TNT blasting in the mine. I could smell black powder characteristic of early explosives.  I wasn’t sure if one impression was wrong and one was right. In my experience with the paranormal, frequently multiple layers of meaning are expressed in one image or incident.

Historian Patricia turned up some additional interesting bits of information. Back in the 1920’s and 1930’s the area of the mine was called “Hell’s Half Acre”.  Terrible accidents or perhaps not so accidental incidents took place there including an owner of the mine who was murdered by a gunshot to the head. That validated the first two figures Chip saw in his initial walk around the mine shaft.

Another documented death was that of a Mr. Terry who disappeared when the mine flooded and was presumed drowned. The moment I heard that I was certain it was Terry’s dying heartbeat Jimmy and his son had heard while working the mine.

Chris and Chip went back down into the mine to try to talk to Mr. Terry. Chip asked if Terry had died in the mine shaft or if he had died for the gold. At that moment Chip saw something standing behind the audio guy who had also sensed a presence and turned his head to look.

Chip didn’t come out and say he saw the spirit of Terry behind the audio tech, but I sure did. Terry wasn’t a pleasant sight.  I could feel his lungs full of water and he his face was bloated. When Chip asked him, “Did you die for the gold?” I heard Terry chuckle as he told me, “I guess you could say that.”

I asked Terry’s ghost how he got caught in the fatal flood. He said heavy rains caused the mine to flood and showed me an image of fragile white-painted boards that gave way under the pressure of the water backed up behind them.  I asked Terry if the boards broke with some human help. He replied, “I reckon them fellas would done it if they had thought of it, but it was an accident.” He would know.

Terry’s ghost confirmed the last sound he heard before he drowned was the frantic beating of his heart in his ears. This was consistent with oxygen deprivation from a drowning death. At first the heart speeds up as it tries to grab more oxygen for the faltering body. Then the heart rate slows and death soon follows.

Chip knew darn well he was talking to Terry’s ghost.  First he asked if Terry’s shade would help Jimmy and his crew find the gold. A nearby work light flickered in response.  Chip quickly asked Terry “Are you with us?” The light flickered once for “yes” at Chip’s request.

One of the things I like about Chip’s shows is he is proactive about resolving paranormal disturbances.  True to form, Chip asked a Native elder by the name of Many Skins to pray over and bless the land in an attempt to make peace with the agitated spirits of former Native Americans. Many Skins assured Chip he could sense any spirits of his predecessors around him as he wafted smoke with a feather from what was likely sage burning in a large shell.

As he got ready to leave Chip told Jimmy and Chris, “Hope what we have done here will help.” The following morning Chris told his camera diary that the whole place somehow felt peaceful and calm.  After Chip’s visit no further troubled paranormal activity was reported at the Dixie Queen mine.

The second location was the Los Angeles, California home of actor Eric Roberts and his wife Eliza. Eric was best known for his Oscar nominated role in the 1980’s movie “Runaway Train”. The Roberts had been in residence for 13 years.

Eric said one sleepless night he walked into the kitchen to get some juice and for some reason turned to face the fireplace. There he saw smoke that formed into the image of a woman who stood in front of the fireplace. Stunned he reached out to touch her and she dissolved and went back up the chimney.

Worried about what others might think of his experience Eric decided not to discuss it until one day a terrified housekeeper blurted out, “I have to quit Mr. Eric. There is a ghost in the kitchen!” She left and never returned. Shortly after that Eric’s property caretaker Eddie quietly pulled him aside and told him he too had also seen the ghostly woman twice.

I picked up on a female presence before Eric told his story but additional details came through as he recounted his experience. I saw a woman with long hair and skirts leaning over a bubbling pot of food in a larger fireplace than the insert visible in the Roberts kitchen today. The larger fireplace was made of cemented river rock. Her skirts caught fire on hot coals and she later died of her burns in an upstairs bedroom. Nothing of the sort was picked up by Chip nor did such a scenario come out in the historical research shared in the episode. Was I seeing an earlier inhabitant of a different house and era? I don’t know.

Chip arrived at the Roberts home without prior knowledge of what Eric, the housekeeper and the caretaker had seen. The first presence he felt was that of a strong, dominant man along with that of a …”somewhat submissive woman.” Chip also said that Eric was empathic, which Eliza confirmed.

I asked the spirit of the woman Eric saw in his kitchen if she had been afraid of the dominant male presence Chip had picked up on when he entered the house. I thought that presence was her husband. Apparently not as she told me, “He is a good sort.” Then she asked me with a shrug, “What else is there for a woman?” For her generation, she was probably right.

Chip led the couple downstairs to their basement to chat. He asked Eric if something tough had happened to him between the ages of 12, 13 and 14. Eric confirmed something traumatic had happened in his life. Whatever it was it started at age 12 and continued through age 14. Chip told Eric that during that depressed, struggle filled period an energetic being had locked onto Eric. The issue was dropped as far as the viewers were concerned, but I strongly suspect Chip helped Eric with his energetic attachment.

Back up in the kitchen Chip asked Eric and Eliza if they had associated any smells with the female presence Eric had seen by the fireplace. Eric recounted his experience but didn’t mention any smells. I saw and smelled homemade bread when Chip asked about any scents associated with the female spirit. Chip didn’t comment further which left me wondering, what did he smell when he tuned into the woman’s spirit?

Paranormal Investigator Beth Brown and her team from the North Orange Paranormal Society (NOPS) were brought in to check out the Roberts kitchen. Their night-time investigation included a K2 Meter, cameras, a DVR and much to my delight an Ovilus.

Beth handed Eric the K2 meter and placed a DVR on the hearth of the kitchen fireplace. Eric started by telling the female presence, “I know you lived here.” The K2 meter blinked in apparent response. This promising start was immediately followed by Beth’s recorder which abruptly stopped due to a full battery drain. At that moment Eric, Eliza and Chip all heard a soft sighing sound from thin air. Eliza said she had never heard that sound in the kitchen before.

Chip saw something move and followed a “major shadow” past the kitchen window into an adjoining room. Later evidence review showed a glowing orb that settled next to an office chair.

Chip decided it was time for NOPS to break out their Ovilus which promptly started spitting out words. “Property”, “sister”, “heart” came out in short order. The Roberts were taken aback because their pet cat named Heart was in the kitchen. Chip asked the spirit using the Ovilus to come up with words that were related to the investigation. It complied as the Ovilus said, “tragic”, “Frank”, “peace” and then, “Alice run!”

None of these names or words made much sense until Beth and her team did some historic research on the house and former residents. While they were doing that Eric had a chat with past owner Stephen Lotto who had lived in the house from 1975 to 1981. Eric asked Stephen, “Did you see our lady?” Stephen replied, “You mean the lady in the kitchen?” Stephen was familiar with her and told Eric that the spirit of the lady in the kitchen had frequently been observed checking the children’s rooms and looking in on Stephen’s mother-in-law.  Stephen saw the lady wearing puffed sleeves, long skirts and a bustle. That was pretty close to the unexplained woman I saw catch fire.

Eliza and Eric had a chat with local historian Arlene Waters. One of the former owners of the house was a couple named Alice and Frank Mass and their numerous children. Eric and his wife recalled that the Ovilus had said both names during NOPS investigation.

Privately during a diary camera session Eric asked Eliza if the lady in the kitchen turned out to be Alice Mass, was Eliza leaning in the direction of evicting the spirit or allowing her to stay. Eliza didn’t have to think twice, she wanted Alice to stay.

Beth and her team located Joanne, a granddaughter of Alice Mass who had lived with her grandparents in the house between 1948-1952. Joanne agreed to talk to the Roberts and Chip on the phone. She described her Grandmother Alice as a saint and told the group, “I was so happy there.” as a child. Joanne said of her grandmother, “She was very, very attentive and loving.” When asked about her grandmother’s experiences in the house she said, “I think she was happy there.” It was clear no paranormal mumbo jumbo or potential family drama was going to be discussed by Alice’s adoring granddaughter.

This left some holes in what the Ovilus spit out. Why did the words, “tragic” or “Alice run!” come out during NOPS investigation? This was not addressed again during the episode. It could have been intentional to protect the privacy of Alice and Frank’s descendants.

Chip reassured the Roberts that nothing bad was in their house and that Alice loved them. After Chip’s visit the Roberts had no further interaction with the spirit of Alice Mass.

Frequently content and friendly spirits simply want to be acknowledged. I think that was the case with Alice Mass and perhaps also her husband Frank whom Chip still felt in the house.

This is going to be a fun show…. I hope Biography picks it up as a regular program. I also liked the chance for top-notch regional paranormal investigative groups to be involved and recognized for their work. I cannot imagine Chip Coffey inviting or enduring any lackluster groups.  There are solid grass-roots people in this field and I am happy to see some of them on air.



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Haunted Collector: The Sanitarium/Pueblo Firehouse

John Zaffis and his team didn’t go far from home when they responded to a plea for help from landlady Donna Wagner. Donna’s tenants and family reported a variety of disembodied voices, scratches and apparitions at her residential property in Stratford, Connecticut.

The young daughter of a former tenant in the upstairs apartment had complained to her mother her back hurt. When the mother looked at her daughter’s back she found it heavily scratched, nearly cross hatched in a pattern that looked like it had been made by a weeding hand rake.

At one point Donna had been sleeping on a couch in the front room. Her boyfriend woke in the middle of the night and observed an apparition of a young woman who seemed to be missing her feet. The figure approached Donna’s sleeping form, bent over her and vanished.

John asked Donna if the front room held any significant or older items. She showed him a 1920’s era electric cigarette lighter that had belonged to her grandfather. However he had died before she bought the rental property.

Donna showed John the downstairs bedroom and related a frightening experience. Donna had placed a red glass candle holder on a surface in the room. She suddenly experienced feelings of intense anxiety combined with pressure in her head. As those sensations hit her the glass holder abruptly shattered.  I got the impression one of the male spirits in the house was desperately afraid of fire and destroyed the candlestick to avoid any possibility of fire in the house. I saw he had died of terrible burns.

In the basement Donna told John that things had been reported moving on their own and disembodied voices were frequently heard by different living people in the house. John once again asked if there were any old objects or perhaps items that had an odd history. In response Donna showed him what she said was an antique pool ball set. Apparently it had belonged to the troubled father of a former tenant who spent his life playing pool in the basement of the house. Donna didn’t go into details, but simply said the man had “issues”.

I picked up an unbalanced mental state and a great deal of anguish that seemed to be focused on the need for punishment. This poor soul believed he had been cursed for a past bout of misbehavior. He wasn’t all there and had approached a young woman inappropriately. I don’t think he knew what appropriate behavior was. At the time he thought she was pretty. He was a deeply troubled soul, small wonder his family left his pool balls behind when they moved on. I think they moved on after his death, but that was not confirmed in the episode.

Somehow this beleaguered soul was responsible for the scratches on the back of the little girl who once lived in the upstairs apartment. I asked his ghost why he hurt her. He told me, “She has to be punished. She shouldn’t be here!”

I think one of the reasons this man played pool in the basement was to drown out the voices in his head. Sometimes dark entities will attach themselves to the mentally ill because it is easy to frighten or enrage them. I think something unsavory may have been hitchhiking with this poor man, later tortured ghost.

The upstairs apartment where the young girl had been scratched had a strange statue of a seated man. It was determined to have come from Belize where an on-screen note advised viewers the practice of black magic was common. It was a disjointed interlude as nothing about the statue or possibly iffy practices in Belize were brought up again.

Aimee was sent off to research the land and tenants while the rest of the team did their standard daytime investigation which included an EMF sweep and an EVP session conducted by John and Beth in the basement. Beth showed a distinct lack of enthusiasm as she told John, “I don’t like basements.” If so she may have picked the wrong line of work as lead investigator.

Beth tried to start an EVP session but her DVR was dead. She checked with John who said he had just put new batteries in it. John dug up some replacement batteries, but they only lasted long enough to briefly turn on Beth’s recorder before it went dead again. The second set of fresh batteries tested as drained which didn’t make much sense to John who brought the incident up to tech guru Brian.

Brian said both sets of drained batteries had come from the same package and that sometimes batteries went flat. He issued Beth a different DVR with new batteries from a different package for the night investigation. It didn’t help much. Even with a different recorder and fresh batteries from a new package, once in the basement Beth’s DVR briefly turned on and went dead again. She had better luck when she moved to a different spot in the basement.

Meanwhile Aimee found a helpful local historian who uncovered a listing for 117 King Street in a county ledger from 1927. At the time it was owned by a Beatrice Rutherford and run as a sanitarium. The historian had a friend who had grown up on King Street in the 1930’s.

Todd Lovell told Aimee nothing had been normal about Rutherford Hall Sanitarium. As a child Todd never saw grocery delivery trucks at the house. Neighbors whispered about people who entered the house but never left. Despite this Rutherford Hall operated as a Sanitarium for close to 31 years.

Brian launched the team’s night investigation by focusing cameras on the creepy statue in the upstairs apartment and the old electric cigarette lighter in the front room.

John and Beth started out in the basement. After Beth’s DVR flickered on and died yet again, John looked around and noticed a crawl space. Beth wanted nothing to do with the crawl space so John called Chris and Brian down to the basement and sent Brian into the crawl space to investigate.

At first all Brian saw was a bunch of dirt. He started to sweep aside the top layer with his hands and found a glass bottle stopper. A little more cautious rummaging produced the broken pieces of a bottle that seemed to match the stopper. Right away I got impressions of lethal medicines administered to the vulnerable patients of the Rutherford Sanatorium. I was close.

The following day John took the brown glass bottle fragments to a local expert who identified the former contents as poison based on a series of raised bumps on the side of the bottle. The lack of a threaded top and a seam placed the bottle in the 1920’s before massive production of such containers. He explained that in an era of poor lighting, the bumps were intentionally placed on bottles of poison so that someone groping around in a cupboard would not mistake it for anything else. I wish the kind of poison had been identified, but instead a general note was flashed on-screen about how poison was commonly used in homes for benign purposes such as disinfectants. No kidding, just like any modern-day household with cleaning supplies. Half the substances we use in our homes are poisonous if ingested. That hasn’t changed since the 1920’s unless a household is carefully and intentionally operated with only non-toxic green products. Even then all bets are off the moment you go looking for motor oil, antifreeze or gas for the lawn mower.

So, the bottle dated from the right era and had been tossed into the crawl space. Sure made one wonder about the people the neighbors saw enter the place but never leave. I wanted to know if patients never left under their own power or if the meat wagon was a frequent visitor, but that wasn’t addressed. If 117 King Street was ever bulldozed, I wouldn’t be remotely surprised if human bones were found. In fact, I was surprised Brian didn’t find any bones in the crawl space. Interestingly Donna’s boyfriend had found old bottles and tools in the crawl space in the past. However at the time she made no connection to anything shady from the junk he found.

After fun and games in the crawl space Chris and Brian headed back upstairs to see if any of the toy cars Brain had placed on the floor and circled in chalk had moved without human assistance. Three of the four toy cars were exactly where Brian had left them. The fourth was some distance way from its chalk circle. Chris reasonably asked if the floor was level. Brian fetched a level and sure enough, the floor slanted. A bit more testing showed that even minor vibration on the floorboards would allow gravity to pull the toy car down the slant of the floor. It was a good, common sense debunk, although I was disappointed they didn’t put a camera on the toy cars, instead relied on the chalk circles to tell them if they had moved. Why not combine “old school” techniques with modern cameras?

Beth obtained an EVP in the basement when she asked any ghosts who might have been around, “Where you a patient here?” The recorded response was a male voice that said, “suffer”.

John handled the evidence review with Donna. He had her listen to Beth’s EVP and told her about the history of the bottle Brian found in the crawl space. Donna was unaware of the properties sanatorium history or the local rumors about the place. It makes me wonder how far back does a seller have to report oddities or defects in a property to potential buyers?

Predictibly Donna asked John to remove the broken bottle fragments from the house. This seemed rather lame to me in light of the previous bottles and tools her boyfriend had found in the crawl space before the Zaffis team was ever called in.

With the number of ghosts crawling through that house I doubted removal of one bottle that might have only contained floor cleaner wasn’t going to do the trick. No way to know if it helped as no follow-up was offered in the episode.

The second location was the Pueblo Historical Museum in Colorado. The museum focused on the history of a local fire station built in 1881 and in service until March of 1979. The Hose Co. 3 Fire Museum had some colorful stories.

As Gary Micheli walked John through the old fire house I sensed the ghosts of two former firemen who had served there. One was a former chief, the other rank and file from a different era. They were both still responding to old fire calls.

Craig first showed John the main ground floor of the station turned museum. He showed John an early Model T fire engine and related the story that in the late 1970’s the old engine had been turned on and run for some time to charge the battery. It was left unattended as the firefighters went upstairs. Suddenly the Model T started down the street on its own, shedding equipment as it trundled down the street unmanned.

The second runaway fire truck was a 1960’s era Seagrave. In 1977 it was still in use when three firefighters sleeping in the upstairs bedroom were rudely awakened to the sound of the Seagrave engine as it started itself and plowed through the front doors of the station.

John noted the old bronze hose nozzles on display on the ground floor and speculated that they might well have been used to respond to house fires where people died.

Craig told John that the fire station had only lost three firemen in the line of duty during its 98-year history. An early fatality was the stations first Chief R.J. Krague. One day in 1891 his horse and buggy had an accident. Chief Krague was thrown headfirst into a rock and died on impact.

Next Craig showed John the Captain’s Office where many people had reported voices coming out of thin air. He noted the station’s call logs dating from the late 1800’s were stored there.

More phantom voices and breathing were reported upstairs in the firefighter’s bedroom. The bunk room was connected to the main floor by a real brass pole. Craig shared a tragic tale of a family who visited the station in the 1960’s. According to Craig their six-year-old-son had fallen down the pole and died of his injuries. Aimee’s research at the local library turned up the incident but it had a happier ending. The boy survived his fall.

During the daytime sweep Brian and Chris found their EMF meters useless due to the heavy power lines outside the building. Brian tried to get around this by using a DC only meter he called a Natural Tri-Meter. The idea being that alternating current was caused by man-made objects and direct current was more likely to be part of the natural environment. Since both AC and DC are used in electrical applications I was uncertain how useful the DC meter would be.

However it did pick up a slight reading from the wooden cabinet.  Chris noted that his father frequently said wood could hold energy.

Beth and John tried a daylight EVP session while seated in the cab of the old Seagrave engine but didn’t get anything. (I plan to check and see if the antique fire engine on display at the station in my Dad’s home town is a Seagrave. Fortunately the long-term retired Chief is around. If I ask nicely I can probably convince him to tell me about the engines used under his watch. What can I say, I love old metal.)

Brian and Chris had better luck using a Ghost Box. Not sure of the model they used, but it was a lot less screechy than some. A spirit identified itself as William and then used the Ghost Box to spit out the words “book” and “door”. When Chris asked William’s shade if he wanted to talk to anyone in particular the response was clearly, “John”. In order to made sure they had the right John they asked William if they should bring Zaffis to the room. The answer was, “go”.

John came up to the room and started to ask questions. When he asked for the name of the ghost he was talking to once again the ghost box said, “William”. John asked why the ghost was in the firehouse. The answer was, “blaze”. When John requested to know how many presences were around him, Chris and Brian the response was the somewhat inconclusive word, “ghosts”. Was William trying to say something along the lines of many ghosts?

Aimee’s research turned up the fact that the Model T fire engine vibrated so severely when running in idle it was known to release the parking brake. Zaffis and his team considered the runaway Model T engine debunked.

Chris and Brian noticed a picture on one of the walls that honored the memory of late fire fighter, William A. DeLong. William died in 1949 when in the process of responding to a fire call he crashed into a first aid truck. Was this the William who spoke to the team through the ghost box? I believe so as he had quite a bit more to say.

The nighttime investigation started with John and Beth who attempted an EVP session around the Model T engine. They got nothing and when John asked Beth if she sensed any activity going on around them she said no. It was interesting to me how the show left the question of Beth’s possible psychic sensitivities unanswered. Most of the time they pretend she doesn’t have any until she is asked a direct question that assumes she does. Why sit on the fence about this? Are they afraid of losing credibility by admitting they have a sensitive on the team? If so, they should have never mentioned she had any ability to pick up energy or vibes and let her pass as an everyday Muggle.

In the Captain’s Office Brian and Chris tried to reestablish contact with William via the ghost box but were frustrated by sounds outside the station house. Chris suddenly noticed that the door to the book cabinet was open and asked Brian, “Was that open before?” Brian was almost positive the door to the book cabinet had been closed earlier and noted neither man had heard any noise that might accompany an old book cabinet door as it opened. It was wide open at that point and the old call ledgers were easily seen. Brian speculated that perhaps one of the heavy books had shifted inside the case and pushed open the cabinet door. It would have been interesting to know if the door was heavy enough to swing open once unlatched.

Brian tried his Natural Tri-Meter on the ledgers but didn’t get any sort of reading off them. Chris was rummaging around in the book cabinet and noticed something had become stuck behind the ledgers. He fished out a woman’s brooch decorated with flowers. The brooch did set off the Tri-Meter. Once the brooch was removed the readings ceased.

John took the ladies brooch to jewelry expert Dwayne Hinsler. Dwayne identified it as a Victorian mourning brooch and explained the decorative flowers were fashioned out of human hair.

As Chris and Brian were checking out the book cabinet William’s ghost clearly told me that he wanted the brooch to go to his granddaughter whom he told me lives in the Pueblo area.

John showed Gary the brooch. Gary had never seen it before and was puzzled that the door to the book cabinet had opened as it had been locked for a number of years. Gary asked John to remove the brooch and John happily added it to his collection.

That was not an acceptable ending from William DeLong’s point of view. He wanted that brooch to go to a granddaughter.

One practice John used in adding his latest acquisitions to his museum puzzled me. He placed both the poison bottle fragments and the ladies mourning brooch under glass domes with the explanation the glass would contain the presumably haunted energies in the objects. I have never found any physical material effective in containing energies or entities attached to an object. There is no lead cure for kryptonite in the paranormal world as I have experienced it to date.

Perhaps removing the objects from the locations where they might have picked up haunted energies might help dissipate the paranormal activities of the objects but I doubt it would cleanse the objects completely.

There are a number of schools of thought on how to energetically cleanse physical objects. Some of them even work. Personally I just ask Archangel Michael to blast an energetically contaminated object with Divine /God source cleansing light and that has worked so far.

I have a catch-all cabinet that came out of a home where transients had broken in and set up a satanic altar. It was in the same room as that garbage was going on. I had my guides blast it thoroughly with divine cleansing light and never had a problem with it since. Prior to the Divine light cleansing it only made me feel uncomfortable because I had walked into the room with the altar and was not too thrilled when the person with me who had grown up in the house decided to take it back. It turned out to be a good lesson in how to handle such objects so that they become everyday things again, rather than the focus of fears.

A quick check in an online phone directly showed five listings for DeLong’s in Pueblo. Two of them were women’s names. Of course the desired female could have married and go under a different name these days. I hope John Zaffis will consider honoring William DeLong’s wishes.



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