Saturday, April 16, 2011
Mondays at 10pm on A&E -
This new episode is about a lady by the name of Kimberly who is “haunted” by a young teenaged girl with the same name, Kimmy. Apparently Kimmy has been raped and murdered about 12 years ago.
Kimberly has a husband, son and 2 daughters who have also experienced the strange noises, voices, singing, footsteps, doors opening and closing and outright apparitions moving about the house and not all at night.
Kimberly is also a ‘sensitive’ but doesn’t know how to develop or use her powers yet and while she is okay with Kimmy around her house, she wants it to stop.
The house is very different, to me. It is multi-levels and very narrow feeling to me. There is a basement, then the next level up has the front and back entrances, living room, master bedroom and bathroom and I believe a ˝ bath. The next level up has the children’s bedrooms and the kitchen with a small dining area, probably another bathroom and the next level up has an office. There is another level that appears to be half a level, as though the builder wanted to add dormers for looks and ended up with a very small attic. The entire house has an open stairwell from attic to basement.
When this episode was being filmed, it must have been just before Christmas as the inside of the house was lit up with holiday lights and trees, from the bedposts to the kitchen and I wouldn’t be surprised to have found them in the bathroom, too. I think the banister was decorated from the attic to the basement. They seemed to have really loved the holiday lighting..
History of this episode was that Kimberly was working and met a couple and instantly Kimberly got a whisper in her ear saying, “tell them I’m alright, tell them I’m alright.” She must have relayed something to this couple although she said she felt like she was losing her mind because of it. They told her about Kimmy and how she had been abducted, raped and murdered when she was a teenager.
So Kimberly often felt the presence of Kimmy and all she could ever feel was Kimmy’s tortured time just before her death.
Doing research on this story, Ryan, founder of Paranormal State, spoke with the reporter about the story. Apparently it is still an unsolved mystery 12 years later and Kimmy was found in a graveyard but because of the decay of the body, they were not able to collect enough evidence to go after anyone in particular, no suspects.
During the investigation which was 2 nights and a third day, they recorded several thumps and bumps but unfortunately it could have been attributed to the house settling in the cold frosty air.
A psychic came in the second night and held a “work shelf” that had been made by Kimmy and obtained from her sister, Monica. Monica had communicated with Kimberly on the phone once and apparently had been asked many times during that phone call to please hold as Kimmy was behind her wanting attention. Monica totally believed Kimberly was being visited by Kimmy and actually wanted to be with Kimmy long enough to talk. The one hurt the family had after this long period of time was that they never got to say good bye to Kimmy. Kimmy, apparently wanted to tell them she was alright and smiling again.
The psychic “saw” the school picture of a young girl, 9 to early teens, with brown eyes and long brown hair and felt the pain, frustration and anger of the family. “It was unfair!” She sensed that the girl was stolen from them.
There were times when Kimberly, who was present for the second night's investigation, heard singing and saw a shadow move under the stairwell.
During the first night investigation when Ryan and one investigator were in the house alone, the Christmas tree moved sufficiently to rattle the ornaments and there were shadows seen but no EVPs were recorded even when Ryan and the investigator implored anyone to communicate. They promised to help in any way they could, to tell the story or to get a message to the family. Still nothing.
In the end, it was decided that it was too difficult to say what was going on, that it was believed Kimberly was a sensitive and she was being haunted as opposed to the house or land and she was given instructions on how to help Kimmy move on and leave the house and offered assistance from the psychic to help her develop her sensitivity, if she wanted that. She accepted the offer and the instructions.
This show always ends with a written statement at the end as an update on the story. This one stated that after the investigation the family no longer experienced any haunting experiences.
I can’t fault this show. There are no re-enactments, no tours of graveyards, no highly suspicious noises or events, nothing flying across the room as if angrily thrown, nothing extra to scar you or raise your blood pressure, or anything that would leave you wondering if it was real or faked. You were not constantly thinking, “I know how I would attempt to fake that!” It just seems like good investigating and helping people get past paranormal experiences that they don’t understand. Not all of us are Ghost Hunters or want to be Paranormal Investigators.
I never got the feeling of, “Oh no, here comes something that’s going to scare my socks off.” I never had the hair on the back of my neck standing on end waiting for the camera to move around the corner to come face to face with something monstrous. It was a quiet investigation into an experience with the paranormal.
Good show that is found on A&E, Monday’s at 10pm. They apparently are having back-to-back shows right now.
What would you do if you had “someone,” as in a ghost, latch onto you in an attempt to get your help? Would you welcome the opportunity to help a ghost or want it out of your life instantly? Would you contact the family with your story or feel like, “they’ll think I’m a nutcase!”?
Friday, April 15, 2011
I wanted to thank all the members of teams I lead, SparkFlorida - The Official Team, Ghost Adventures Crew, All Low Carbers Welcome Here, and Fact or Faked Paranormal Files, and all the teams I am a member of, for their fantastic contributions to both team and their own goal chasing. I know we are all getting closer to reaching our goals and it's fun talking to you via SparkMail, blog comments, SparkGoodies, threads, etc. So many ways to converse with each other and stay focused on reaching our goals, support each other through victories and missteps. Goals might be ellusive to others, but not SparkPeople.
Have a Sparkling Weekend, Everyone!
Monday, April 11, 2011
I am leader of the Ghost Adventures Crew team on SparkPeople and every week I sit and watch the episodes so I can start a new thread on the teampage for the episode. I don't bother watching the reruns. They are on so much anyway that I can watch it tomorrow or next week again. However, a new episode does come out about every 3rd or 4th week all year long so I watch and then write the review, include some links for further review of any team member wanting to go see who built the structure, or whatever.
The Crew went to Las Vegas and the Venetian Resort (Impressive) to check up on the Rat Pack, Judy Garland, and others from the old Sands Hotel. I hope you enjoy the review. If you want to comment on the review of the episode, please do it on the TeamPage for the Crew.
While it was an interesting episode, you'll find my comments at the bottom of this blog, Enjoy.
They went to Las Vegas, The Venetian specifically, the Sands, in retrospect. Since the Venetian is now standing on what was originally the Sands (destroyed on Nov 26, 1996 by implosion), the new casino, hotel and resort now hosts some strange action not attributed to the new facilities.
Apparently, such noted deceased and extremely famous figures continue to host shows and parties in the original areas of the Copa and showrooms, which has been turned into Madame Trussaud's Wax Museum. Figures such as, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Elvis Presley, Joey Bishop, Sammy Davis, Jr., Judy Garland and Peter Lawford, to name a few. (See below.)
As our trio is locked down in Madame Trussaud’s Wax Museum, (I, like Miss Piggy, learned all my French from French perfume bottles) and make their way through the pitch black darkness of the extremely large hall full of various deceased and living famous personalities done in wax, there were a few EVPs that rose to the top of the pot. One impressive one for me was a female voice that said, “Singing in the Rain,” and before they stated the link, I knew Judy Garland had sung that song many times at the Sands in the Copa. True, others had sung the song there, too, but Judy is gone, her daughter Liza’s figure is just outside the door of the Copa and the voice was female, following Aaron’s question, “When you were performing here, what song did you sing and did you perform it with 3 other people?”
Because he asked it in those specifics, I become extremely skeptical of the answer. He was so specific that it makes me feel that it was setup. Judy Garland performed the song with the Rat Pack, Frank, Dean, and Sammy (the 3 other people). Plus Aaron winked very conspiratorial just before the answer came along and then his remark of, “You know who I mean,” after the EVP. It all smacks of setup.
“Noah” was apparently captured by Nick at the base of the stairs. The white shirt and dark pants very visible, but still transparent in the darkness. I don’t know how they could “fake” this, but I’m not a techno-geek so it could be real or not. But I’ve learned enough about picture manipulation that I don’t believe any photo from today as being actual and truthful. Little wonder judges seem to disallow any pictures to be entered as evidence. I’ve done enough cutting and pasting of people’s heads to other people’s bodies during training lessions of Photo Shop, etc., to know what can be done. I’ve erased things and blended the erased area so you can’t tell something was changed, so I know that things are possible to “fake” on photography.
“Noah” apparently, had a discussion with our trio through the “spirit box” Ovulis II, a new spirit box. Words heard were, NOAH, PLAY, CORNER, TIED, CONTRACT, CAVE, DIG, THROAT, LASHED, and ALIVE. (All the upper case words are out of the spirit box.)
Our trio decided it was Noah telling them that he was caught playing with something (or someone) in the corner and (because he crossed the line), a contract was put on his head, so he was taken out to the desert, tied up in a cave, forced to dig his own grave, and left alive to die or find his way home. How does someone dig their own grave if they are tied up?
I have a hard time believing in the “spirit box”, old or new because it just seems to “handy” for the perfect string of words to come out at the perfect time. I can’t get past the feeling that it was pre-recorded to be played on cue by our fantastic (maybe faking-it) trio. You can’t say they don’t know how to be silly and do a lot of drama because they do it on every episode. I keep waiting for them to say, “Ha! We sure fooled you! We faked absolutely everything and here is how we did it!” Just so they can say, "we got famous and we got our money and all the while you were entertained.”
Anyway, fact or faked (no pun) here is what was left in the rubble of the Sands in my mind. I became so lost in all the changing scenes from early Vegas to today, from mob to today, from one dancer to another, and all the wax figures in the way that it was hard to keep track of what was going on and who was doing what. There seemed to be a lack of consistency and the flow was so erratic that I couldn’t follow it, even after several reviews. It seems that every time I review it, I find more stuff, and I become more skeptical. Not of ghost but skeptical that these three guys are digging out any evidence of the "Spirit World" or the "After life".
I would just like something much more evenly flowing so that I can follow it without having to back up and repeat the same section and wonder, “What?!”
Check out some of the links below and then let us know your thoughts on the latest episode.
http://www.pcap.com/sands.htm (Closing of Sands Hotel & Casino Notice)
CD4QsAQ&biw=1082&bih=534 (Google Images of Sands Hotel & Casino)
tml (Vegas Implosions)
Thursday, March 31, 2011
I don't usually find sad things in happy things, but today I have one. Yesterday, I got dressed and noticed, again, that my pants were getting too big. I pulled out an old belt, the kind with a fancy buckle, and slid it through the belt loops on my pants, then buckled it. It was still a little loose so I went to rebuckle and discovered I was past the last hole in the belt! Surprise! That had never happened before! I wandered around the house concentrating on the feel of my pants with the belt, as I don't usually wear belts. My pants still felt like they were going to fall off, so I took them off, checked the size and went to my closet. I know I have a pair of summer shorts at a smaller size. I got them one time by accident as I didn't check the sizes close enough at a sale. So they were hanging in the closet for over a year. Would they fit?
Sure enough they fit, and I didn't have any problems with them when I sat down, either. Didn't need the belt, fancy buckle or not, and was very proud of myself for having lost enough weight to finally wear, comfortably, the lowest size in decades!
Wow! Then the thought hit me and I stopped jumping up and down and sat down. This means I have to get rid of my clothes that are too big! Most people would think that was great but I felt sad. I just got those clothes not too long ago when the last bunch of clothes were too big. I always wear my clothes out. I never buy until they are really worn out! This was going to be a waste of money. My happy/sad or sad/happy feelings were swirling around confusing me rediculously.
I had to stop. This should be a happy time, but the problem is, we are at our lowest, financially, since we got married 34 years ago! I've been unemployed, except for writing a book, since the beggining of 2008 and my husband is working a straight commission job and while it has been tough, we have learned to make do and have felt okay because we certainly are part of the majority that are living on the edge of the abyss. What we don't have is money to go buy clothes, again. I get my hot water from a huge pot on the stove because the hot water tank decided to die this month. And I won't go into all the sorrows, everybody has enough right now.
Anyway, I looked at the older pants and wondered if I could alter them to a smaller size. I'm not much when it comes to sewing. I can do a hand hem job, but the sewing machine is a different animal. I can't sew a straight seam for all the tea in china, or anything else for that matter. But the problem is, I would have to rip the pants appart, totally in order to remake them. Not being much good on a sewing machine or anything else in the sewing world put that idea right out of my head.
So happy is; I've lost enough wieght to put me in new clothes, Sad is; it's too soon! I feel like I can't win! But that is what I am doing!
I guess I could be in Japan right next to number 4 or 6 reactor. I could be living in Japan without any clothes than the ones on my back and no food to enrich my body, never mind the reactors that are damanged and leaking all over the place. I could be living in Japan in a "ghost town with a closed down mine", no electricity, running water, or anything else to make life a little better than the cave dwellers had.
So what am I complaining about? Nothing! I still have a long way to go, and I am happy that I am making progress. I will find some way to handle this situation and be glad I'm not living in Japan without anything. I wonder if there is a neighbor woman that needs a larger pair of pants than I wear and is wondering where she will get the money to go buy new pants?
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
I wish I could claim that victory and title, but alas, I am closer to that goal. I lost another pound since yesterday so it's been a pretty good week for me, down a total of 3 pounds with four more days to go. I wish I had the secret recipe, but there isn't one. I have found, through this long journey, that it is a personal recipe for everyone. My recipe is simple, now that I have it all sorted out and written down.
I eat every 2.5 hours so I have three meals; breakfast, lunch, dinner, that get 30 carbs each, or approximately 300 calories or less, then I have 4 snacks; one in the morning, 2 in the afternoon, and 1 after dinner. Those get 15 carbs or approximately 75 calories each. The last one is usually dessert so I have to really be picky about "dessert".
There is a slue of foods my doctor insists I eat every day and a couple of extras that MUST be eaten once a week. Fortunately, because of SP, I was already eating all of them and there wasn't a big change and learning process again. I discovered my doctor had no idea I was only eating 1200 calories a day and doing almost 100 minutes or more of exercise everyday.
With exercise, like walking or aerobics after every meal (breakfast, lunch, dinner) and extra exercise spaced in at convenient intervals, I'm getting the job done without dangerous pills or expensive drinks or foods from places that don't teach you anything.
Years passed, pounds established themselves on top of other pounds and then I moved to Florida. I was losing weight one pound at a time because of new found pool exercise and it being too hot to eat heavy food. But I did have a concern and that was diabetes. So when I finally found a good doctor, I was tested. No diabetes. About two years later, I was diagnosed with pre-diabetes 2. My quest was on for a simple calorie counter. I tripped over SparkPeople, which I joined because I was very impressed with the meal tracker which I have finally learned how to utilize fully after several years and as time progressed, the site has progressed immensely. What it was before is baby compared to what it is now. SparkPeople just keeps getting better - thank you, thank you, thank you!
So what has my journey shown me? A very well fed body runs so much better than one that is fed very beautiful sugary junky foods. Much like a sporty car. You put junk gasoline in it, the thing runs, but don't try to out run anything with it because it just doesn't run as well as a well oiled and tuned sports car with good fuel. Same with the human body. I have less naggy headaches, less aches and pains, less trouble making parts work because it is getting all the stuff it needs and it is starting to show in more ways than on the scale.
Eating more often, for me, means not being hungry and eating more often with healthy food means, for me, not having cravings or feeling like a slug looking for a nice shady cool spot to hide in. I am down to what I was years ago, I mean decades, and it's only going to get better as I keep losing to my intermediate goal of 198 and then my ultimate goal of 175. When I get there I will re-evaluate and decide, with my doctor, if I can go to 150. Having an Amazonian skeleton prevents this body from going below a certain weight and still be healthy. I don't want to look like I'm suffering from some flesh eating disease. I'm working to beat diabetes and SparkPeople, with all it's grand self-help trackers and educational/informational articles and videos and challenges and wonderful teams full of wonderful, very special positive helpful friends is going to make it all attainable and my dreams will come true.
It's another SparkDay!
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