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Ghostweb Journal, which is a collection of 125 articles published in the IGHS Newsletter since 2007. This eBook has over 345 pages with articles by Sharon and myself, Bob Gallienne and David Liles. The articles discuss orbs, EVP, Poltergeists, ghost stories, ghost photography, hauntings, battlefield ghosts, residual hauntings, dimensional shifts, standards and protocols for ghost hunting, understanding the scientific approach, Bigfoot, and dozens of more topics related to ghosts, and the paranormal.

If you love our Newsletter, you will love to read our articles now in one volume. Ghostweb Journal will be available as a PDF download (14 MB) or as a CD. If you order it as a PDF download, we will email you the instructions for downloading this eBook. Read more about our newest book at http://www.y-ghost. com

Sharon and I have been traveling in our RV for eight years. Our dream was to travel across America in an RV and see this great land of ours. Right now, we are at a nice RV Park in the Southwest. We have plenty of shade, a warm breeze, and a beautiful view. There are over a million full time RVers who travel the highways by choice, such as ourselves.

We have visited 40 states and met some wonderful people along the way. We hear from our readers how some of them plan to do traveling in an RV when they retire. It is a great life if you like adventure and travel. There are so many beautiful places in the good old USA that are filled with history most people only get to read about.

We have walked on the Civil War battlegrounds, climbed around ancient Anasazi Indian ruins, visited Old Spanish Missions from the 1640s, enjoyed viewing great monuments such as Devils Tower, and enjoyed the lovely sunsets of southern Florida. We have visited sites rich in the history of our nation, and explored ancient sites that date back more than two thousand years ago. We do not need the History Channel or the Travel Channel; we are living those programs here and now.

Sharon and I love the opportunity to see new places and to meet interesting people along the way. I would give one piece of advice: If you cannot stand being cooped up with your spouse for an extended time, RVing is not for you. Sharon and I are together 24/7 and we love it, but some folks could not tolerate this kind of closeness to their spouse. Just because we RV does not mean we do not have to make sacrifices.

We traded our stick home for a home on wheels therefore all of the knick -knacks that one puts on shelves or hangs on the wall is not possible when traveling in an RV. A person who requires their possessions near them would not handle living in a RV. It is about adventure and travel, not about possessions, and that is the demarcation line between those who love this lifestyle and those who do not.

An interesting thing happened to me on Monday of this past week. I was busy finishing up on our new book that I will talk about later in this article. I just made some coffee and poured myself a cup. I sat my cup of coffee in front of my laptop and started typing away. I had one of those senior moments forgetting about the full cup of coffee.

Suddenly and without warning, I knocked my coffee cup over unto the keyboard. The coffee poured onto and into the keyboard. I quickly picked up the coffee cup and moved it to the side. I picked up the laptop, turned it on its side, and watched as my wonderful coffee gushed out of the keyboard. I had visions of the coffee shorting out the keyboard expecting sparks and smoke momentary to follow the outpouring of coffee.

However, to my surprise, the coffee simply flowed out of the keyboard onto the table resembling the terrible flooding in the heartland. No sooner had the coffee emptied from the tipped keyboard that I grabbed my can of compressed air and started shooting in air to all my keys, thereby forcing out the balance of the coffee. A greater storm has never blown so hard as the air that hit those keys and forced all of the moisture hiding below the keys. Twenty-four hours later, my laptop was still working and so far no smoke or sparks.

In the past, I have had senior moments where I stepped in BooBoo’s water bowl, but this is the first time I have dumped coffee into my laptop, and I hope it is the last. Darn, if senior moments aren’t a pain in the rear. There may not be golden years in my senior years, but there are sure a bunch of boo boo’s during my senior moments.

Next Thursday night we will be doing the Jeff Rense Program from 8 to 10 PM Pacific and we will be playing our favorite EVPs from the Revolution War, The War of 1812, and the Civil War. Tune in to www.rense.com and click on the “Listen Now” button on the left side of his web page to listen free to the program.

Sharon and I have finished our next eBook that we will release July 1, 2008. The name of our eBook is Ghostweb Journal, which is a collection of 125 articles published in the IGHS Newsletter since 2007. This eBook has 345 pages with articles by Sharon and myself, Bob Gallienne and David Liles. The articles discuss orbs, EVP, Poltergeists, ghost stories, ghost photography, hauntings, battlefield ghosts, residual hauntings, dimensional shifts, standards and protocols for ghost hunting, understanding the scientific approach, Bigfoot, and dozens of more topics related to ghosts, and the paranormal.

Read about the history of Christmas and Halloween. If you are new to ghost hunting or if you love to read some of the great articles published in our Newsletter, now is the time to order your copy of this eBook. Enjoy the Mark Twain style of writing by Bob Gallienne. His laid-back approach to life is a joy to read and refreshing to say the least. Sharon shares her viewpoints on the importance of positive attitude and the issues surrounding death and grieving. Since 1990, we have been teaching a higher standard for ghost hunting.

For the first time in one eBook, you will find articles from Dr. Dave’s Notes and Dr. Sharon’s notes, along with Staff Writer Bob Gallienne and Guest Writer, David Liles. This new eBook has over 147,000 words. If you love our Newsletter, you will love to read our articles now in one volume. Ghostweb Journal will be available as a PDF download (14 MB) or as a CD. If you order it as a PDF download, we will email you the instructions for downloading this eBook. Read more about our newest book at www.ghostweb. com/ghostweb_ journal.html. The eBook is printable. Order today and be the first to receive the Ghostweb Journal.

We live in very difficult times; the rising price of gas has severely cut into the budgets of each of us. Those living on fixed incomes suffer the most as they are forced to choose between needs and wants. Those who are single parents have had to eliminate such things as cable TV, dance or music lessons due to the high price of gas. I think this trend will eliminate the middle class as we will be a nation of have and have not’s. As I enter my senior years, I see the hardships that other more senior citizens are experiencing with the raising prices in gas, food, and shelter.

Most Americans are experiencing the harsh reality of illegal immigrants invading this country and taking away jobs that many never feared of losing before. If you have any doubts that these illegal immigrants are takings jobs outside of the agriculture communities, ask Bob Gallienne who writes for this Newsletter. He is a Master Carpenter who lost his job recently when he was replaced by illegal’s who worked at half his pay rate. As he laid his hammer down, an illegal literally picked it up within minutes and began working where Bob had left off. Now tell me the myths that illegal’s only do jobs that no American wants to do. That line is a bunch of horse pucky! The invasion is real, American jobs are being taken away and given to the illegal’s at a lower pay scale.

While the News media claims small raises in food prices, I see major price changes, not six percent as they claim. In one week, I watched the price of meat climb by 20%, and other food items jump by 50 cents in one week. Gas prices no longer climb by a penny a day, but rather it jumps a dime or more at a time. Along with rising gas prices so will heating oil and natural gas jump to sizzling heights. Department stores are offering major sales as fewer customers are shopping in these stores as money becomes tighter.

What does all of this doom and gloom mean to us? It means that we have to be more efficient in our time and limit the distance that we travel to conduct investigations. Car pooling is now not an option, but a necessity. Conducting an EVP investigation during the day is safer for women compared to conducting investigation at night. Almost all cemeteries are open during daylight hours and cemeteries provide an excellent place to conduct EVP recordings.

Sharon and I do not do house investigations, but instead we do all of our investigations outdoors or in public buildings. We love old historical sites and long abandoned cemeteries. Old historical sites can be anything from an old school, old hotels, any building that is old and open to the public. These sites appear to be haunted by spirits of non-family members so they are more open to being seen and recorded by investigators. Deceased family members generally haunt home sites. These spirits are shy and avoid ghost hunters who invade the home.

I think when four or more ghost hunters invade a home, it is perhaps one too many. Any more than three people will make the home owners uncomfortable. I know of one group who bring in 20 plus people and it scares the heck out of the owner. How many of these folks have sticky fingers? I would never invite a herd this size into my home. Instead of sending 20 ghost hunters to invade a home, send them to a cemetery, it makes more sense.

I got an email from a man in the UK who swore that the faces in the orbs he captured were those of his deceased family members. He has some 2,000 faces he bragged he has captured. Now, for the life of me, I cannot imagine someone thinking he had captured the faces of 2,000 ancestors.

I tried to explain that dust orbs were the only orbs that have faces due to the uneven surface condition of the particle. Just as the man in the moon has a face created by the craters and mountains, so will dust particles have what appear as faces. When we talk about faces, we are only seeing what appears to be eyes and a mouth, sometimes only eyes. The faces are never human in shape, but more like cartoon like, yet some people immediately jump to the conclusion that these random anomalies are really faces. However, once someone is convinced their orbs have faces, it does not good to attempt to explain anything to them.

About one in five who writes for help in understanding the orbs in their photos will respond back in a negative and disrespectful manner. It seems that they are suddenly experts and I wonder why they wanted my opinion since their minds were already set in cement. Sometimes they get downright nasty. It is hard to believe that someone standing outside as the wind is blowing dust cannot figure out that his or her orbs must be related to the blowing dust. This stupidly is similar to people who take pictures of flying insects, but they see the white anomaly with wings and call it an angel or a fairy.

Think about it for a moment, are people so afraid of ghosts that they either want to believe they are demons out to steal their soul, or that dust orbs are really the spirits with faces. Television has corrupted our perception of the paranormal. Scriptwriters routinely write scripts for TV and film that depict ghosts as evil and demonic. It seems to me that the more heinous the script, the better the ratings. Young people seem to believe whatever they see on TV must be reality..

In this time of social disorder and economic uncertainty, I find some I find some sort of odd calmness in the paranormal. Every time we pick up a paper or watch television, some expert is talking about gas prices or a recession. There is no shortage of other problems either, but whatever the case some professional with a degree is bound to be the harbinger of bad news. It has reached a point where I sometimes leave the radio or TV off , instead choosing to be in my own world so to speak I’m not saying that ignoring these troubled times is the answer, but let yourself free of it whenever possible.

Ghost research, on the other hand, is largely trial and error. Anyone who calls themselves hands down experts in this field is usually just the opposite. One thing that I really enjoy about paranormal research is the fact that no two investigations are the same. The fact that it is so uncertain is what I’m talking about. A good researcher accepts this fact, and is willing to be a student at all times. For some odd reason this fact gives me comfort, because it puts all of us on the same level whether the experts like it or not.

No two people are the same and this carries over to the other side. We all react differently to changes so it’s important to approach ghosts in the same manner. Last week I mentioned the ghost hunting 101 on other sites and they worry me because so many new researchers see something on a web site and it becomes gospel. They throw expensive equipment into the equation too and the truth of the matter is no equipment works every single time. We can’t assume all spirits are the same, so every investigation needs a different approach. Time after time I watch people set up cameras and audio equipment for hours before it gets dark, every single time they go out. And guess what, your being watched the whole time.

I like the detective part of paranormal research the best, and most groups don’t even think about it. If you set up the same every time all you will get is data and what use is that. I have people call me all the time after some big deal group has turned their house upside down. Then they are handed EMF readings or inaudible EVP and told “your house is haunted” then the group leaves. I ask you, what good is that? People with ghosts need help, they already know there is a ghost afoot and they want information. This is the detective part that I’m talking about.

A good investigator asks the haunted many questions, some that may even seem irrelevant to the client. But information will be what solves the case, and in turn help both the haunted and the ghost. I have referred to this as ghost social work in the past and still do. No ghost will leave because you wave a Bible at it or bring a Preacher into the picture. More often than not religion actually makes matters worse.

The client always assumes this will do the trick and it lulls them into a false sense of security. In most cases, I am able to educate the client so they can live in harmony with the ghost. I have never flat out told a ghost to leave and I never will. The truth of the matter is that the ghost as probably there before the client, and I respect that. When pressured by a client to do an exorcism I politely decline and leave. It’s ok to tell a ghost that it is possible to move on, but that’s it.

Besides questioning the client, it is important to dig for facts in other places. Take some time to check real estate records or county archives if the haunting is really unsettling for the haunted. There may be some history behind the haunting that can help in your investigation. Nasty ghosts like it when people pay attention to them as that is what the really want. But knowing what caused that ghost to be there will help immensely. By doing this the ghost knows your really there to stay until everyone is getting along. When humans are feeling bad it is always helpful when a friend holds their hand says, “I understand.” Ghosts are no different, you just can’t see a hand to hold.

For lack of a better term, try forensics on a haunting. Gadgets and cold data won’t help anyone. What you really need is information and evidence. By getting the whole story from as many sources as possible, you will become a better investigator, and as a better investigator, the rest will follow. Like I said, there are no experts in ghost research, just good students.

I’m listening

to my inner self

complain about

the priorities of life.

Who

shall hear it?

What will the questions be

that I have not forgotten,

the many times

I have cried out in pain?

As I stand

and look lonely

into my hands,

hearing a faint

call of my mind,

reminding me

of all the times

that I have questioned,

and the inept of life,

to just stand there

and do nothing

about my feelings,

or my wants,

or how I feel…

The silent moments

surrender free will,

and I tell myself

that things will be

alright in a little while,

knowing full well

that time erases the hurt,

the pain and suffering

of it all.

That time

is the quiet of my thoughts,

as well the moments

of my surrender into

daylight dreams.

That I show mercy

upon myself,

as I am only a human being,

not some robot that is programmed

into submission with himself.

I stand quietly

in the shadows

of all my life’s being,

hoping for some movement of life

before I fall away

into the darkness of the shell

that I have become.

If I am alone,

or if there are others near me,

I shall see the comfort

and the guide of my own self,

pointing into the direction

of my life’d path.

I shall be

but what silent is,

a comfort to myself

and a joy to others,

and hoping for a moment

of complete bliss,

much in the way

I take a deep breathe

and harvest away

all of my worries.

I shall stand there

quietly thinking out loud to myself,

only speaking

to when there are words to say,

to feel the silence within me

to pray,

of such moments so dear.

I speak not

for will or mind,

that I have not said or done

the many things in life

that shall set me free

to understand myself,

and the ways that I see myself

so shall I be to understand

my query

into the silence of life itself.

Saw a ghost?
Don’t worry too much about it. Your great granny may just be sticking around waiting to see her decendant. She may even feel that she can be of help. I have Catherine, a woman I’d never met in life, who had passed away in my house. She has always seemed to be around more whenever children are here, especially tiny ones. Children always sleep well here, because she keeps a comforting vigil over them. Even infants will sleep through the night, undisturbed. She tends to be drawn to protecting them and just watching over them. My daughter just recently turned twelve, and has commented several times about the woman who guards her while she sleeps. I also have seen her, reflected in a mirror, and once she actually materialized and walked from the kitchen down the hallway. Maybe your great granny just wants to feel useful during her visits. If you can bring yourself to do it, find a way to let her know that she is welcome there. It may be your home now, but the house still holds her memories as well.

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n the month of April, 2007 my mom was diagnosed with cancer. I just couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My mom and I were as close as a son and mother could be. She was my world. My wife and I stood through it all with her. She seemed to do fine with the cancer until one day she seemed to get more sick than ever. Naturally, it scared me to death.

So we took her back to the doctor and he suggested we start chemotherapy immediately. Well I was all for it. At first she didn’t want to do it, but I was able to talk her into it. She trusted me as I had taken care of her when she was sickly before. As time passed, she done better and I truly thought it was helping. I was only fooling myself because the cancer was growing worse. She was in and out of the hospital all the time. I took leave from work because at times she wouldn’t take the medicine for anyone but me.

My wife and I fed her, as she could no longer do it herself. She said she felt as if though she was being a burden. I made sure she understood that no one ever thought that. I would do it all over again for her if I could.

On the 26th day of September 2007 at 6:15 am she passed away. I was crushed. However the day of the funeral finally came and went. But something strange happened to me the evening of the funeral, I have experienced many things but never anything like what I’m about to tell you.

My wife and I had came home after it was all said and done. She had went upstairs and I remained in the downstairs. I was close to the doorway of my moms bedroom and it was almost as if someone or something was wanting me to come into her room. Well my curiosity got the best of me. So I walked into her room, the smell of baby lotion and freedent gum was evident. Something she loved when she was alive. I wanted to find out what those smells were and where they were coming from. I knew that there wasn’t any around the house.

As I began to leave the room, I was stopped at the door by something I couldn’t see. The smells became so strong around me it was incredible but at the same time it seemed to change how I was feeling. If I could describe it as it being like flipping a switch or maybe turning a knob then that’s maybe the only way I can say it. From that point through out the night it was as if she never left. My mind was at ease. The love that seem to sift through those smells and the feeling that came with it was so totally real. If the heavens above are like that, then for the people who are stricken with cancer of any other disease, NO WORRIES!

The dream was so vivid, she didn’t realize at first that it was a dream. The party was crowded, the guests cheerful, the food delicious. Then a rumor began to circulate among the guests. The Devil was coming to the party. The Devil was on the way.

She didn’t pay much attention at first. Until a hush came over the crowd. Turning to see what it was, she saw a tall, handsome blond man standing in the doorway greeting his hostess. Around her, the murmurs began. It was the Devil. He had come.

She watched out of the corner of her eye as the Devil made the rounds of the room. He looked so ordinary, it was hard to believe he was the Devil. Then he came to her group. As soon as he joined them, she knew the rumor was true. This was not someone to be trifled with. Frightened, she grabbed for a Bible her hostess had left lying on a nearby end-table and threw it at the Devil. For a moment, their eyes locked. The Devil’s eyes were full of ferocious anger, terrible evil, and malevolent malice directed right at her. She thought she was dead.

Then she woke, and lay trembling in her bed with the light on until dawn.

The next morning was the end of term. Her parents and younger sister helped her clear out her dorm room and packed the car. It was dusk before they settled into their seats for the two-hour drive home. They talked excitedly as they drove towards their home in New Jersey, interrupting each other often, contradicting themselves and laughing. It was good to be together again.

They were fifteen minutes from home when they left the highway. Her father turned onto Washington Rock Road that led up the mountain, through the C-bend around the Washington Rock State Park and then down the other side of the mountain. As they drove up the steep hill, a noisy motorcycle tail-gated them, trying to pass even though the road was windy and narrow. Finally the hill grew so steep that the driver was forced to slow down and eventually, they pulled away from him entirely.

The car reached the top of the hill and started around the long C curve that took them through one end of the park. The park was dark and still. The whole family automatically looked to their right, out over the gorgeous view of the New York City skyline. They all saw the small park cart, sitting next to the road just inside the park boundary. It was parked directly underneath the only streetlight, where you couldn’t fail to see it. And inside the vehicle….

She started trembling fiercely. Inside the vehicle was a tall, handsome blond man with eyes full of ferocious anger, terrible evil, and malevolent malice. It was the man from her dream. The man everyone said was the Devil!

The tension in the car was palpable. She had mentioned her dream to no one. But her parents and her sister all felt the evil pulsing from the still figure in the cart. No one spoke as they drove past the man.

Suddenly, the engine gave a strange cough. Her father gunned the motor, once, twice in a silent, desperate battle to keep moving. She gripped her hands together, praying silently as she stared at the figure opposite their car. The engine caught again and her father pressed down hard on the accelerator. Then they were past the man and roaring away from the park and towards the downward slope of the mountain.

She was sweating profusely, unable to stop shaking. She looked back out the window at the man in the park, and saw the motorcycle come roaring at last to the top of the hill. It drove half-way around the C-bend and as it drew opposite the figure in the cart, she heard the engine of the motorcycle cough. And then stall.

And then the park was out of view and they were riding silently towards home, not daring to speak until they were safely indoors.

She often wondered what happened to the man on the motorcycle.

When Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded bronze statue of a grieving angel, seated on a pedestal, in the Agnus family plot in the Druid Ridge Cemetery, he had no idea what he had started. The statue was a rather eerie figure by day, frozen in a moment of grief and terrible pain. At night, the figure was almost unbelievably creepy; the shroud over its head obscuring the face until you were up close to it. There was a living air about the grieving angel, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren’t careful.

It didn’t take long for rumors to sweep through the town and surrounding countryside. They said that the statue - nicknamed Black Aggie - was haunted by the spirit of a mistreated wife who lay beneath her feet. The statue’s eyes would glow red at the stroke of midnight, and any living person who returned the statues gaze would instantly be struck blind. Any pregnant woman who passed through her shadow would miscarry. If you sat on her lap at night, the statue would come to life and crush you to death in her dark embrace. If you spoke Black Aggie’s name three times at midnight in front of a dark mirror, the evil angel would appear and pull you down to hell. They also said that spirits of the dead would rise from their graves on dark nights to gather around the statue at night.

People began visiting the cemetery just to see the statue, and it was then that the local fraternity decided to make the statue of Grief part of their initiation rites. “Black Aggie” sitting, where candidates for membership had to spend the night crouched beneath the statue with their backs to the grave of General Agnus, became popular.

One dark night, two fraternity members accompanied new hopeful to the cemetery and watched while he took his place underneath the creepy statue. The clouds had obscured the moon that night, and the whole area surrounding the dark statue was filled with a sense of anger and malice. It felt as if a storm were brewing in that part of the cemetery, and to their chagrin, the two fraternity members noticed that gray shadows seemed to be clustering around the body of the frightened fraternity candidate crouching in front of the statue.

What had been a funny initiation rite suddenly took on an air of danger. One of the fraternity brothers stepped forward in alarm to call out to the initiate. As he did, the statue above the boy stirred ominously. The two fraternity brothers froze in shock as the shrouded head turned toward the new candidate. They saw the gleam of glowing red eyes beneath the concealing hood as the statue’s arms reached out toward the cowering boy.

With shouts of alarm, the fraternity brothers leapt forward to rescue the new initiate. But it was too late. The initiate gave one horrified yell, and then his body disappeared into the embrace of the dark angel. The fraternity brothers skidded to a halt as the statue thoughtfully rested its glowing eyes upon them. With gasps of terror, the boys fled from the cemetery before the statue could grab them too.

Hearing the screams, a night watchman hurried to the Agnus plot. To his chagrin, he discovered the body of a young man lying at the foot of the statue. The young man had apparently died of fright.

The disruption caused by the statue grew so acute that the Agnus family finally donated it to the Smithsonian museum in Washington D.C.. The grieving angel sat for many years in storage there, never again to plague the citizens visiting the Druid Hill Park Cemetery.

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