The winter of 2007 was a particularly memorable one for me because of my 3 month stay at my sisters place right off of the Blue Ridge Parkway outside of Asheville, North Carolina. If you have never been there I would suggest visiting sometime if you have a chance, it is a very pretty place. I know quite a few people from the area.
I had the unfortunate, but not surprising, experience of being robbed at gunpoint by two thugs a couple blocks away from my townhouse in Southern Maryland very late in the autumn. I had cut down a side road leading to highway 301 which is where my work place was located, but before I could make it, two hooded men ran up on me guns drawn in front of the Jeep dealership. One of the med stood behind me jamming a gun into my back and one stood to my left and pressed the cold steel of his black and chrome .45 to my temple. One of the car salesmen working the car lot was busy trying to sell a vehicle about 50 yards away, but I knew better than to yell. To make a long story short I ended up losing around a grand in cash and valuables including everything from my cell phone to me I.D. and social security card. The only thing they didn't take (I found out later it was because they were afraid I would have recognized them, they lived in my neighborhood) was my Italian made leather jacket. To make the story even shorter, a few days later I had to suddenly move out of state because of the events from the previous days. So my best friend, and room mate, Shawn, my girlfriend, and myself boarded a bus to NC to go and stay with my sister for a few weeks before heading to a rental in East Tennessee. It was enjoyable for me to see my sister Joy, my only older and full blooded sibling, and to visit with her two children Esme and Gwyneth, my third niece Alice had not been born yet, and to spend Christmas with them. Joy and her husband were more than hospitable considering our situation, it was more than kind of them to put us up for the three months that we ended up staying with them. Joy, her husband, and the girls went to Maryland to visit family for the new year and left Shawn, my girlfriend, and me alone at the house. I was still very much studying, researching, and secretly practicing the occult and took the time they were away to build a homemade ouija board out of a wooden plank and conduct a few sessions of attempting to contact things in other planes than this one mundane/physical one. We we more than successful. We also conducted a seance to contact a beloved family member of mine, my dear sweet grandmother, or as I called her, " Grandma Bonnie." The seance was very interesting to me, and to this day is the only one that I have been a part of. We recorded the entire thing with Shawn's Sony Vaio desktop PC which he had brought with him on the bus. At first I was very disappointed because on the first time playing it back none of us had heard any responses. The problem was we were listening for knocks or voices. I played the recording again and listened from another perspective and could not believe my ears. During the seance we had asked several questions and made several statements and left a long pauses for my grandmother to be able reply to us. The second time I played the recording back, with the volume maxed out on the speakers, I heard distinct responses in the white noise during each pause. It wasn't just that the white noise was louder because no one was speaking, it sounded like purposeful spikes or changes in the frequencies being picked up by the external microphone that we were using. Listening very closely to the recording several times I am completely convinced that it was my grandmother replying. There were none of these spikes found anywhere else during the recording, which was over 30 minutes long. We conducted other recordings of us talking and leaving pauses, just to see if the spikes showed up again. They did not. I could go into much greater detail about these events, and sometime I probably will write a blog about each one, but if I get into them right now I would not get around to the real blog I intended to write today. A blog about the most personally important and long lasting memorable event of that occured that winter. I had meant for this blog to be just that, but once I sat down to write I realized just how much had actually happend in those few short months (and in reality most of it had happened inside the time frame of the one week that my sister and her family were away in Maryland), and decided to give the readers a bit of information describing the happenings leading up to the actual pentacle of events. I will write about it in my next blog.
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