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Bringing a Story to Life: Writing, Music, and Ghosts

1hek06I am happy to say I’ve completed the first draft of Book 12 in the Metatron’s Army Series.

It is still unnamed at this point.

It was the most difficult book in the series.

It’s also the longest.

I’m looking forward to Book 13.

Happy to put Book 12 behind me.  It was the most mentally intensive of the series.

Part of the difficulty with this particular installment was the continuous stream of distractions I had to deal with.

Trying to recover from a bout of healthy eating, dealing with the paranormal events that routinely color my life.

It hasn’t been all bad. I did hit on a solution to reverse the damage from eating superfoods, and I have gained a better understanding of how I interact with celestial beings.

Basically, when their energy enters my sphere of awareness, my brain works to resolve what I’m picking up, translating it either as an image, which allows me to identify the individual, or audio, which allows me to hear what they are saying.  Or singing, as the case may be. 

fc736183d4348417e0bb7bae8ba21264I’m Still Here.  So, I was working on book 12 last night and thinking about what I’d discovered.

That there is a serious difference in how a ghost “feels” to me – versus an angel.

It had been awhile since I’d felt ET, the ghost who’s been hanging out off and on since April, 2011.  I began to wonder if I was remembering the way feels correctly.

I’d felt the angel more recently so it was fresh in my consciousness.

I’d just replaced the word hair with strands in the manuscript when I felt a hand on my right shoulder.

It felt different than a human hand but there was a signal that my brain picked up and interpreted as physical before sending the message to my conscious awareness.  It happened with the same speed as it would have with a physical human hand grasping my shoulder.

I glanced up to see ET point at my computer screen.  “I like that,” he said.  “I like what you’re doing with this part of the story, by the way.”

I looked down at my shoulder, up at him, paid attention to how my brain was resolving the energy so that I had a solid visual.

As is often the case, he had a cigarette in his hand.

He pointed, as if I should keep going and not spend time watching him,  but I was burnt out.

I’d been working on the manuscript the entire day. 

s-l300-2I decided to take a music break.  When I looked over, ET had disappeared.  Tired as I was, I began to wonder if it had really happened.  I launched iTunes and clicked on the Artists tab, scrolled down to ET’s music.

I hadn’t listened to any of his stuff in ages.  I have never been a big fan and only have a handful of his songs.

Still wondering if I’d really just heard him praise my use of vocabulary, I clicked one of his songs and fired up Free Cell.  After several minutes I realized something was off.  The songs were playing in reverse order.

I clicked on the iTunes window and sure enough, the songs were playing in reverse.  I couldn’t help but smile.  ET was letting me know he really was there.  I hadn’t imagined it.

No, I hadn’t clicked on anything to do that.  It actually skipped over a song on the way down the list, then went back up, playing all songs, but in reverse order.

Musician As Ghost.  As I’ve mentioned in my Spooky Fun videos, ET has messed with my iTunes lists on my computer and my portable devices since the beginning.  He knows I’m not a big fan of his music.  He isn’t always a fan of mine either.

He once sent my iPod flying off the couch.  Guess he’s not a fan of Bjork.

In 2013, he loaded a bunch of his songs from different albums onto my iPod.

I made a point to listen to the stuff but told him I just didn’t get his music.

Agree to Disagree.  In the end he accepted it.

Sort of.

He told me, “There’s no accounting for taste in music.”

My life – never boring.

 

 

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Spooky Fun In Action

halloween-clip-art-ghost-pumpkinsI’m wrapping up the Spooky Fun series with a video about how a real-life paranormal event inspired a major plot device in the Metatron’s Army Series.

This series, more than any other writing project, has been a crossroads of fact and fiction.

Not only is there a paranormal element to the decision to publish the saga, the original material came about as a way to help me understand my Near Death Experience.

Write What You Know?  MaybeNot all paranormal elements, nor themes nor plots in my material evolved from real-life events.

My nonfiction work is another story.

Write What You Know.  It’s Real.  My understanding of the paranormal played a significant role in figuring out what was wrong with me after moving to the San Francisco Bay Area in 2000.

It only took 9 years to figure out!

In 2003, the absence of my paranormal abilities led me to a visit to the San Francisco Borders Bookstore where I found the work of Russel Targ and Joe McMoneagle.

In my opinion, the loss of Borders Bookstore was one of the worst blows to the literary industry in modern history.  They were one-of-a-kind.

The tireless decades long research of those associated with IRVA and the Stargate Project enabled me to understand the physics behind the paranormal, which led to the first and perhaps most impacting EMF remedy.

The copper, zinc, and silver bracelet.

Which, as I write in Riding the Waves: Diagnosing, Treating, and Living with EMF Sensitivity, led to my discovery of the specific geological differences in areas where I felt better or worse.  The rest stemmed from that original trip to Borders to try to figure out why suddenly, after decades, my paranormal abilities had vanished.

On the flip side of this, as I’ve recently observed, the healthier I get – the more I continue to recover from the heavy metal poisoning that was responsible for the EMF Sensitivity, the stronger my paranormal abilities become.

And the more ideas I get for my writing.

I look forward to showing readers a world they never knew existed.

Happy Halloween Season! 

Today’s video will be available after 2:30pm PST.

Spooky Fun: You Tell Me

The generation of ghosts born between the years 1944 and 1964?So, tomorrow I’m posting a video about the research interaction between my Vegas ghost and me

He’;s highly intelligent and has a ton of world smarts to boot.  And – he’s opinionated – but so am I. 

Our journey to EMF research evolved.  When he first showed up at our home in FC, aware of the rules, he kept to the sidelines. At one point, I noticed he came around when we were cooking dinner.

An activity we do as a family.

I asked him about it and he told me he liked being in the kitchen with us when we make dinner because it reminded him of when he was a kid and ate at his grandma’s house.

This was a doubled-edged sword because he didn’t have the best home life so it kind of showed him/reminded him of what he’d missed.

This led to his frequently asking, “What are you doing?” followed only by, “Why are you doing this?”

As in – you guys seem to be doing it right relative to what I had growing up.  Why? What makes you different?  I need to understand because I am one who studies life.

When I explained about the whole EMF stuff – a lot of it was internal – supplements I was trying, food choices, etc.  At one point I decided to venture out and investigate areas of suspicion.  He asked to come with me.  I figured, “What the hell?  Why not?”

At this point, I figured he was absorbing the love and warmth of being in an accepting family so I just figured he wanted to go to be around that – pick up our energy.

On the trip where he took away my migraine (yesterday’s video), he became an active participant.

I related all his comments and questions to Aaron who participated in the 3-way conversation with no issue.

Going Up.  Everything changed about a year ago.

Given what I now know, I see that I transcended to a new level of health away from the heavy metal and calcium poisoning.  This enabled me to have a clearer communication medium with the ghost(s) in my life.

Our EMF interactions took on a new …

I can honestly say as a writer I can’t find a word.  They were just so damned different.  More serious, I guess.  A new level?

He began to understand the effect of internal and external factors on my health.  Particularly, the foods I ate and drank.  He began to really discuss the matter in-depth and then make suggestions.

Including on dosages of any supplements, or when to stop taking them because he thought they were not helping or might be harming.

He began to tell me when I was heading down the wrong path.

“You don’t have to worry about that.”

This had me asking, “Do you know something I don’t know?”

I’m Not Telling you.  There are a few questions the guy just refuses to answer.

This can be unnerving.

One of them is, “Did God ask you to help me out?  Is it fate that we ended up in the room that evening?  Was it random chance that I happened to be in there – because we’d changed rooms – and I could see you?

He won’t answer.  It’s one of the subjects he won’t even share his opinion about – though I know he has one.

You Tell Me.  His interactions with me also changed.  Not that he gave me answers freely before but beginning about a year ago, when he would give me a suggestion or a hint or a thought – if I ask for clarification, he replies, “You tell me.”

I then need to talk out the entire scientific process.  He doesn’t even necessarily confirm my theories, he just listens then maybe makes me elaborate further.  In the end, I have to work through and for everything.

Meet the Crew.  About the time we began to interact at this new level, a number of ghosts showed up.

Not a coincidence. 

Each of them has had something to offer just as I’ve helped them, providing perspective, having philosophical conversations, pondering what ifs?

They have repeatedly told me they appreciate that I can just sit and not have to talk with them.  We can just sit and watch the birds, the bats, the squirrels, the spiders.  We don’t have to talk.

It has been a relationship of sharing to mutual benefit and though they haven’t immersed themselves in the EMF stuff as much as ET has, they have provided me with gems of information that have helped in other areas.

One of them has helped me understand the “white light” of the NDE experience and how the fact my doorway never closed has enabled me to see and experience things most people aren’t aware of. 

I still think God put these guys in my life for a reason – not just because they can help me but because I can – and have – helped them and they are in his care just as I am.

And there is no horror.  No fear.  No bullsh*t.

Just peace and respect nd the honest exchange of ideas.

Today’s Spooky Fun video, Ghosts as Angels 2, is now available.

 

Spooky Fun: The Helpful Spirit

IMG_1904In upcoming an upcoming video (Ghosts as Angels), I discuss ways in which ghosts have been helpful. I thought I’d elaborate a bit on the EMF Research angle but also share other helpful interactions.

I’ve focused a lot on my Vegas ghost but I have interactions with others, including others who have been helpful in my EMF research.

Throughout the years I’ve run into/become aware of ghosts in a number of locations.  Some of the more memorable were encounters at Gettysburg, Chalmette, and Stones River National Parks.

The first two happened when I was a kid.

In each of these locations, just as with my tour at the House of Seven Gables, the local spirits provided insight into historical events.

Private Beltree – who I spoke with at Stones River – talked about how, upon seeing the way the wind was blowing during the U.S. Civil War, he put on the uniform of the enemy (the north) only to end up getting killed anyway. He provided me with several tidbits, including his name and where he was from – which I was later able to corroborate thanks to historical records.

In the case of my Vegas ghost, and his assistance with EMF Research, it’s a bit different.

He isn’t always around.  He has family that he keeps an eye on.  He is often gone for weeks and even months at a time.

Our working together started out more along the lines of his asking, “What are you doing?”

When he first arrived in FC, he would watch us, comment on what we were doing, etc.

He showed up one day while I was out driving around for EMF Research and we started talking.

He was very interested in what I was doing, asked a lot of questions.

He began to comment, offered insight and theories.

He also commented on the novel I was working on at the time, offered his opinion on how I might change a few things.

More recent help has been offering perspective drawn from his personal experience and knowledge.

He helped me figure out what it was about the music remedies that makes them effective.

He has suggested materials for me to test and therapies to try.

I am no longer sensitive to technology EMFs but I am still aware of various environmental ones.

As I talk about in the upcoming video You Tell Me, I have to work for everything.  He suggests things but I do all the work, including researching why the solution worked.

It makes sense I’m able to work with this “guy.”  Ghosts are EMFs.  I’m an EMF Sensitive in that I can perceive frequencies beyond average.

2 Way.  As much as he has helped me, I have helped him.

He has had to come to terms with things – having a family to keep an eye on – the reality of his situation.

I have talked to him about moving on but he has a lot of work to do still.

Watching after loved ones left behind is a common theme with the spirits I’ve talked to.

I’ve noticed that the healthier I get – the less sensitive to any electronics or technology EMFs – the stronger my paranormal senses become.

I wrote about losing paranormal abilities as part of the EMF Sensitivity issue in Riding the Waves: Diagnosing, Treating, and Living with EMF Sensitivity, pointing out that once I donned the copper, silver, and zinc bracelet, my abilities were restored.  I also mention how, after moving to FC, CO, as I began to recover, they strengthened significantly, and diversified (I got more of them).

I have gained a great deal of unique insight regarding EMF Sensitivity and the paranormal.  I feel pretty lucky to have such helpful spirits cross my path.

Today’s video, Ghost Humor 2, should be available after 2:30pm PST.

Spooky Fun: No Accounting for Taste in Music

s-l300-2In this Spooky Fun series, I’ve discussed how a spirit I met in Vegas has changed my life, how he has a sense of humor.  He’s also – opinionated.

Not that I would know anything about that.

Especially when it comes to music.

Like I said, it isn’t as if “I” would know anything about that. 

From the very first, our differing opinions on music has been a source of contention.  It’s also been an opportunity for us to learn from each other.

He continues to try and get his way and I teach him just how obstinate I can be about something I am equally passionate about.

In general, our back and forth has been good natured.  I have to admit though – he does have a way of getting a point across.

A few weeks after our trip to Vegas, I was listening to some music in the living room.  He complained about what I was listening to.

Nilsson Schmilsson and then Bjork.

I ignored him and continued to listen to what I wanted.  Eventually, I went to the kitchen for a glass of water, and as I was coming back, my iPod slid off the sofa, hovered for a bit, then hit the floor.

I remember staring, thinking “I just saw that.  That just happened.”

I switched to Foreigner.  He seemed content.

About a month later, I was vacuuming out the back of the Escape.  I had the music turned up so I could hear it over the noise.  In the middle of a song, the “radio” switched – to one of his songs of choice.

A song I really don’t care for.

I turned off the vacuum, went to check out the radio.  He had literally switched the station to one that was playing this song – which is one he and I had argued over.

I don’t like the album, let alone the song.

The guy is determined, I’ll give him that.

But so am I.

So, we’re living in Scottsdale and I was scrolling through my music list on the iPod.

Looking for music to write to.

To my consternation, a bunch of songs had been loaded onto it.

Not by me.

I checked the iTunes library on my laptop and saw they were there as well.

Songs from multiple albums I don’t own and would never have purchased.

I called Aaron over and he started digging into it.  Suddenly, he jerks back and says, “Whoa!”

I asked, “What?”

He said, “You don’t’ know how to do that?”

I am more or less a basic iTunes user.  My concern?  Does it play the tunes I want to hear?

I replied, “I know!  I told you I didn’t’ load that stuff on there! You know I can’t stand that stuff!”

For several minutes we both stared at the laptop and the iPod.  I sighed and thought, This guy must really want me to expand my horizons. Okay, I’ll try.

For the next week or so I listened to the music while working out.  Finally, I looked up at him and said, “I’m sorry.  I just don’t like this music!  I just don’t get it, okay?  I appreciate that it’s important to you but I do not understand the point of it.”

I then explained what – exactly – I had a problem with.

After a few moments of staring at me, he shrugged and said, “I guess there’s just no accounting for taste in music.”

Since then he has continued to infiltrate my radio.

It’s amazing how often I turn on the radio or turn to a new station to find his favorites playing.  As in 9 out of every 10.  This happened while we were on a recent vacation, too.  At this point, everyone in the family knows the deal.  We just look at each other knowingly and carry on.

He hasn’t switched my [iPod] songs in the middle since we lived in San Diego.

Though he is quick to suggest something for me to listen to.  I admit, a lot of the time it’s something he may not like – but he knows I will.  We’ve come a long way on this score.

Yet another musical antic will be the subject of tomorrow’s video, Ghost Humor 2, which should be up around 2:30pm PST.

Just as I’m going to post this – I smell cigarette smoke.  

Spooky Fun: Ghosts Have Humor

59c0c514a3f58_thumb900So, taking a break from book 11 in the Metatron’s Army Series, listening to Offspring.

 Grrr– damn it if I didn’t get teary eyed AGAIN even as I “fixed” the “sad moment” aka dark moment.  GRRRRRR BLEEP!

Note:  Why do I bother?  Well…  as Verix would say…it’s complicated.

I took a brief break to ensure my latest Spooky Fun video posted correctly.

Wrote 3000 words in less than two hours.  My left arm/wrist is a bit tired.”

So, as I mention at the end of this latest video (Putting in An Appearance 3), my Vegas ghost changed my life – continues to do so.

The fun in Spooky Fun.

Ghost Humor.  Ghosts have an amazing sense of humor.

Which makes me wonder how they were when they were among us.  My Vegas ghost has the best laugh.  Like Emilio Estevez in Stake Out when he tosses the cat in with the dog in the back seat of the car.

This Vegas ghost has opened my eyes.  I continue to learn – as I think he does – and we share a friendship – and trust.  And humor.

With occasional seriousness.

I share a couple of humorous incidents in upcoming videos but thought I’d give a sideways view into a scenario that takes place at the crossroads of humor and “Really?”

So, in FC, CO, at the movie theatre, watching Sorcerer’s Apprentice.  I look to my right to see said ghost crouching in the aisle – eating popcorn!

I remember thinking, Seriously?  There’s a ghost in the aisle watching a movie and eating popcorn!

I asked – telepathically (a convenient method of communication) – “You can eat?

He replied, “It’s more like a memory.”

What happened next was a turning point in our relationship.

Up to that point our relationship was a complex amalgam of – I could have cared less who he was, could care less if he didn’t like that I didn’t like his music taste – and…

But he was caring.

I saw a glimpse of how much when I had a temperature of 104 and was alone with little kids – hubby on business trip.  Every time I opened my eyes through that rough and temperature elevated night he was in the same place (standing against a wall near the bathroom), watching.  He never left.  He never said one word to me but I could see/sense he was worried about me.  

At the theatre, I asked, “Do you think you could take the pain?”

The way he’d done when he was riding shot gun during EMF research and I had a nasty headache.

We were driving past frack rigs and white trucks with no logos that would have fit in Silkwood or any number of sci-fi horror films.

He said, “Yeah.”

Next thing I know, the pain is gone.

After that, our dialogue and our interactions took on a different context.

Though we still disagree about some music.  

Writing Life Real Life: The Paranormal In Action

dd9d1756334414206b7fd791f0350b76_review-grimm-super-going-gose-beer-snob-squad-ghost-with-beer-clipart_419-595So, I continue to release a series of Spooky Fun videos that provide snippets of insight into what it’s like to have ghosts and angels in my life.

Something I’ve been dealing with since childhood.

Choosing from the myriad of stories wasn’t too difficult because it was all about fun and sharing some of the lighter side of it all but there is a more serious side.

No, not horror.

In the series, I talk about a spirit I met in Vegas.

His story is in Putting in an Appearance 3, to be released October 22.

We’ve had a very interesting relationship over the years.

It started when I didn’t recognize him (he’s famous).  It got really interesting when he realized I didn’t care that he was famous.  Btw:  I still don’t but he’s good with it now.

It took a lot for us to come to trust each other.

He upped the ante on his fame, I continued to not care.  Didn’t help that we don’t agree on music.

He showed up drunk at our house in Scottsdale.  I threw him out, told him not to come back until he got his sh*t together.  He left – through the energetic doorway I talk about in an upcoming video.  It was several months before I saw or heard from him again.

I wondered if he went to heaven or whatever.**

But as I say at the end of the Putting in an Appearance 3 video, he changed my life and continues to do so.

While we were living in Fort Collins, he became interested in my EMF research, rode shotgun while I did road trip research, helped me in my efforts. Highly intelligent, he was curious.

Spirits are so much more than most people can imagine and we haven’t begun to scratch the surface of understanding.

Too busy trying to exploit them or screaming at them to go to the light – neither of which they appreciate, or so I’ve been repeatedly told.

Research!  Just as with everything else that significantly impacts my life, I have made an in-depth, if not lifelong, study of the paranormal.

The spirits have been more than happy to add to my knowledge base.

And Heaven?  **  I once asked one of them “Why aren’t you in heaven?”  He smiled at me and replied, “You assume I’m not.”  He waved a hand out and said, “Heaven is all around us.  You [people] see so little of what’s around you.”

That may be but I’m learning…

Spooky Fun – The Paranormal In Action

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Tis the Season for Spooky Fun.  To celebrate, I have done a series of videos in which I talk about what it’s like to have ghosts and angels in my life.  I’ll be posting these videos throughout the remainder of October

Teaser:  Though I discuss the difference between angels and ghosts, my very first encounter with a spirit – which happened when I was five – remains a mystery of the two.

To this day I don’t know if the girl was an angel or a spirit.

We were at my maternal grandmother’s house in Farmington Hills and I was outside playing before dinner.  I heard crying.  I followed the sound and found a little girl all dressed in white – blonde hair with a light blue ribbon in her long hair – sitting on the back steps of the house next door to my grandmother’s.

The one on the corner.

Feeling bad for the little girl, I went up and talked to her for quite some time. When I heard my name being called I told her I had to go but I invited her to dinner with us.

Being a descendant of Scottish Highlanders, I was taught there’s always room for one more at the dinner table.

She told me she couldn’t and I went back – regretting leaving her behind.  I asked my grandmother who the little girl next door was.  As you may have guessed, my grandmother had no idea who I was talking about.  She said, “There is no little girl next door.”

I said, “Well, maybe she’s visiting her grandparents.”

My grandmother said, “Bethy, my neighbors aren’t even home.  They’re on vacation.  There’s no one there.”

I ran back out and the little girl was no longer sitting there.

I looked for her everywhere, called out for her – though she never gave me her name.

I returned and was very upset.  So was my grandmother but not because she thought I was lying.  You see, being psychic runs in our family.  It often skips a generation for some reason but regardless, it was a sobering moment for my grandmother.

She understood the burden of it – and I was only five.

She hugged me and told me not to worry about it.

Twenty years later, the ghost of my grandmother appeared at my Farmington Hills apartment to comfort me at a time of need.  It was one of the more startling moments of my paranormal life.

I hope you enjoy hearing about the more memorable – and often humorous – paranormal events in my life.

Bringing a Story to Life – The Haunted

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“You mean it’s not the house that’s haunted, but you?”

  • –   Clint Malek to Shellia Hamilton in Port in a Storm

Merriam-Webster defines paranormal as strange events, abilities, etc that cannot be explained by what is known about nature and the world.

When it comes to writing, that’s a pretty broad definition to work with and one that authors use to their advantage.  In recent years, the paranormal has broken away from its typical home in the horror genre and found its way into mainstream fiction and romance.  From monsters to ghosts to astronomical phenomenon and time travel, paranormal has a lot to offer writers and readers alike.

For Port in a Storm I chose a heroine with the ability to communicate with ghosts.  When her sexy neighbor finds out she talks to spirits, he assumes she moved into a haunted house.

Makes sense given her house is over a hundred years old.

When he learns the truth, he has to decide whether he can live with that; live with someone who talks to people he can’t see or hear himself.

I had a total blast with the scene with Clint, Andrew, and Shellia in his hallway.

I really tried for a lighter tone in this novel because while mainstream media tends to paint haunted houses and hauntings as scary or creepy, they can also be fun, if not funny.

Ghosts play practical jokes and express their “feelings” in a variety of ways.  Just ask anyone who’s ever lived in a haunted house.

Moving and hiding objects is perhaps the most common phenomenon.

I worked for a New England company.  Several employees lived in houses over a hundred years old, many of them haunted.  Their biggest complaint was the hiding of objects they needed to get ready for work (i.e. combs, shavers, keys, etc).

 Employees regularly shared advice on how to deal with these mischievous yet harmless spirits.

 I’ve had my share of experiences.

Doors that closed by themselves, IPod pushed off the sofa, clock radio smashed to the floor, songs being added to my iTunes library.

 My immediate reaction to these events was a wide-eyed “Holy Cow!”  The secondary was delight.

Experiencing the paranormal is a wonderful adventure.

When I write paranormal, I blend experience, knowledge, and imagination to create stories that reflect the fascinating nature of the unknown.

The Real.  Realtor.com recently conducted a survey of whether people would be willing to buy a haunted house, and under what circumstances.

The answers were consistent with the feedback from my New England colleagues.

 What’s it like to live in a haunted house?  Should you tell company that your house is haunted?  How do you know if it’s the house that’s haunted and not you?

I explore these and other aspects of the paranormal in my work.

Port In a Storm is now available.

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