Saturday, January 16, 2016

Emergency Cleansing



Christmas Eve 2015 at the Simmons House
(I look almost small next to my men!)

"I think we might need to do cleanse my house again. Last night the kitchen kept getting mist in it. And just now one of my kitchen knives liberated itself from the knife block. Scared both me & Hannah."
Thus started our 2016 ghost activities. I got this note from Angela, early the morning of January 5. By 11 a.m., we were doing a cleansing at her house, although we had already crossed over the female ghost who was causing the problems as soon as I arrived.
Angela could sense the ghost, and I confirmed what she felt when I got there. It was a woman who had been trying to make contact, but her abilities weren't strong enough to come through clearly enough for Angela to understand what she wanted. What did she want? She wanted to cross over into the Light. Of course, Angela had a good talk with her before we led her into the Light.
"You didn't have to pull that knife thing on us to get our attention!" was one of the mildest things she said to the woman. We didn't allow her to hang around long enough to get her name or what had happened to her. A ghost like this one isn't one we care to get more familiar with.
The ghost had a little bit of trouble understanding how to go into the Light, and she was even a little leery after we showed her the golden pathway and the doorway. She was fearful of retribution, but she finally glided up the path. Like each and every ghost we've ever crossed over, she did remember to turn and say "Thank you" before she went through the door.
Which brings me to something I try to remember but procrastinate on far too much: Cleansing a home where you associate with that other dimension frequently, like mine, should be done a lot more frequently than I do it. I write about ghosts, I talk to ghosts, and I allow them to hang around here if they behave. At least until I do a serious crossover. There's not much difference in a serious crossover and an ordinary one, other than the fact that an ordinary one is like I just did a moment ago: While I'm busy with something else (writing this blog), I point out the doorway to the ghosts if I sense one or more here that might be looking for it. In a serious crossover, I usually make at least a brief contact with the ghost or ghosts and lead them outside, encouraging them to go and actually pointing to the doorway that's always open for them.
My regular readers will remember that Angela's house actually has a portal into the other dimension in it. Therefore, whenever a ghost manages to slip through into her actual house, we pay close attention. We also check that portal often to make sure it's still closed, since when it's open and active, it causes problems in the house, both physical and mental ones. This time, even though the portal was secure, we also put a new protection packet with the other items we keep there for blockage. We reconsecrate old protection packets and make up new ones periodically, which makes our materials stronger.
After we did Angela's house, we asked our friend Sarah Brigdon to join us and did a long-overdue cleansing on my house. Boy, could I feel the difference in the atmosphere! As active as I am in messing around in that other dimension, I should cleanse at least every six months. I think this time it's been at least a year, and the atmosphere was way too heavy. Now it's like a different house.
But yes, Howard is still here. He still refuses to cross over. Since he helps me maintain discipline around here whenever a new ghost shows up, I'll admit I enjoy his presence. Even when Howard intrudes on my concentration and materializes strongly enough to startle me, I usually only smile and shake my head. I love hearing Howard laugh when he "puts on over on me."
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The Holidays sort of whipped my butt this year. Do you think it's because I was approaching yet another birthday in my senior years? Hopefully, my discipline is back and I'll get things finished, like the short story I was working on for Halloween, the next Ghost Hunting Diary, and another Dead Man Mystery. Fingers flying!
My narrator, Shelley Lynn Johnson, has also started the last Dead Man Mystery, Dead Man Ohio. I have to hurry and get another one for her to read. I do truly enjoy listening to her bring my books to life.
I have a new great-niece who was born on my birthday, and I do hope to get away to see her sometime before she's walking. Welcome to the world, Victoria Mae Cantner.
My Best Birthday Present
 in 2016
Also, my sister Ann is coming for a visit with her little dog, L'il Bit. We're hoping L'il Bit and Dancer enjoy each other, rather than quibble over who is the most spoiled prima donna.
L'il Bit
 Ann is escaping the worst of the Minnesota winter and will return to the North country in May or June. She won't be too much of a distraction to my writing, except when we hit the "garbage" sales or take off to the casinos. I'll do my best to keep on track, though, and make 2016 a great year for new books.
Wishing all of y'all the wonders of love and peace in 2016.

Boo!
T. M.

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Claiborne House, Part Two



Part Two, coming up! I didn't have to get on the ark here in Texas last week to escape the flooding. Sad news, though, on the number of people who died as they try to navigate flood waters over some of our roads. Please remember, folks, if you see high water on the road, you have no way to gauge how high it is or how fast it's running. So: Turn Around! Don't Drown!
Now we're back at Claiborne House, and although I don't see anything paranormal in this one, it's taken a few minutes before we had to pack up and head out.
Me, Aunt Belle, Ann, Jerry
But I'll also show you one that Jerry LeBlanc sent me. He and Ann said they sometimes find a footprint that appears to be from a baby or toddler on their kitchen floor. There are no leaks anywhere, so no reason for there to be a damp spot of mist on the floor in front of the pantry door. One morning, they were lucky enough to snap a photo of the footprint before it disappeared. The floorboards are narrow, and the photo is a close-up, which justified them believing this is from a child.
Claiborne House Baby Footprint
Another one Jerry sent me was one he calls "Happy orb looking at Ann playing piano." This one appears to have been edited somewhat, but I can see the happy orb.
Happy Orb and Ann on Piano
In this next one, there appears to be a partial silhouette in the mist on the left. No, it's not that southern soldier on the right. That's a mannequin dressed that way.
Claiborne House Mist Silhouette
In the next one, there appears to be someone sitting at the table.
Claiborne House Misty Guest
Aunt Belle and I took our equipment around the downstairs later on in the evening, but as I mentioned last week, the ghosts might have been sleeping. (Do ghosts sleep? Well, maybe they do over in that other dimension.) We didn't even feel any energy from anyone. However, while we were out and about, we left our KII, flashlight and Raggedy Ann doll turned on in our bedroom. We had a bit of activity when we were there, but not a lot. However, at one point while Aunt Belle and I were out gadding about, poor Ann happened to go into our room alone to make sure we had everything.
"I wanted to let you know that I started to go in your room while you were gone yesterday evening," Ann told us the next morning. "I was just checking to make sure you didn't need anything. But when I walked in, the hands and forehead on that doll you had in there lit up all over! 'O.K.,' I said to her. 'I'm outta here.' And I got out of there fast!"
Anna Lee at Claiborne House
Aunt Belle and I giggled, but the look on Ann's face told us she wasn't amused. I guess some people might associate our little Anna Lee (the name of our doll) with the not-so-nice supernatural stories about dolls they hear around. However, we enjoy Anna Lee a lot, and she wears my consecrated cross when I'm not using it. Nothing can get through that to possess her.
Aunt Belle and I have a couple trips planned for 2016, but we haven't set any dates yet. I'll be sure and fill you in later. In the meantime, I would still recommend Claiborne House (903-665-8800 or http://www.claibornehousebnb.com).
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On the book scene, Shelley Lynn Johnson, my narrator for the Dead Man Mysteries, finished another audio book! Dead Man Hand is now up at Amazon, Audible and iBooks.






Also, I have some codes for the new Dead Man Hand audio book … FREE! Email me at ghostie@swbell.net or Facebook PM (http://www.facebook.com/tranam.simmons) me and I'll send you one.
Shopping has interfered with more work on the short story, but I did get a little done on it. Still working, though. It has to be a good story for y'all.
Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving, filled with family, friends and, of course, lots of good food. Stay warm for my northern-half readers and cool for the ones down yonder. Enjoy the season we're in, a season of love and friends and … shopping.
Boo!
T. M.




Sunday, November 22, 2015

Claiborne House, Part One



As promised, here is the first part of the weekend when Aunt Belle and I ran away from home:
Jefferson, Texas, is a town that superbly fits one word: quiet. At least it is pretty much that way when there's not a huge festival in town. A couple times a year, Aunt Belle and I run away by ourselves to visit somewhere we can relax from the stress of our daily lives, plus check out the ghosts, of course. Jefferson is filled with B&B's, and we've stayed at several of them. I believe the Claiborne House was the most active haunted B&B we've encountered in this town.

Aunt Belle in Front of Claiborne House
The house was built between 1862-66, and Captain Claiborne purchased it in 1871. It has wonderful porches on it, as well as a swing and chairs to sit in and unwind. Captain Claiborne still hangs around, as well as several other who have decided it's a wonderful place to roam.
Today's owners, Ann and Jerry Leblanc, bought it two years ago without being informed it was haunted. 


Jerry and Ann LeBlanc
They are both a lot of fun to talk to, and they have no qualms about discussing the various pranks the ghosts in the house pull on them and their guests. When I first talked to Jerry to make our reservation, we ended up on the phone for a long while discussing the hauntings. He also informed me that he believed they had a portal and said someone he had in once closed it for them. I asked him if he felt it was still closed, and he informed me that he wasn't really sure. So I offered to bring some things to close it and keep it closed, and he agreed enthusiastically.
The only room available on the Friday the 13th we wanted to stay was one of the carriage house rooms, over the garage. I went ahead and booked that one, instead of the Browning Room, which we really wanted. We shopped in town a while after we arrived, then decided to drive by the Claiborne House to see where it was, knowing that we wouldn't be able to check in that early. However, Jerry happened to be outside and we introduced ourselves. During our discussions, he informed me the people who had reserved the Browning Room had cancelled and that he would upgrade us to that room with no extra charge. He also said that if we wanted to go ahead and check in, we could, and he would give us a tour. We were thrilled, since the room was in the house and downstairs.
Jerry showed us around the grounds and home, and even the vacant upstairs rooms. The moment we got out of the car, we started feeling paranormal energy. Aunt Belle wandered off onto the grounds, and when she returned, she said, "The gardener say hello."
"Oh?" Jerry asked. "I thought I was the gardener."
"The man I 'met' says he's the gardener," she said. "His name is Herman."
Jerry knew, of course, from our previous conversation that we were psychic mediums, so he just laughed.
We also toured what Jerry called his "man cave," in the lower garage. There were several cats roaming in there and the grounds, and Aunt Belle and I love cats, so we had lots of petting to do. 
 Aunt Belle and Claiborne House Cat

Jerry also had some birds in there, and they were fairly upset because he had covered them before we came in. He uncovered them, and they were happy to quit their complaining. We identified a couple ghosts in there, a man and a woman. Jerry agreed he'd had lots of occurrences in there. He had a rempod that he had purchased, and it activated a couple times over by his closet in the room.
Jerry and Rempod
The upstairs of the house was somewhat inactive, but we did feel one ghost. She kept following us around but wouldn't stand still long enough to get an identification on her. In fact, most of the ghosts on the ground and in the house moved quite a bit. They definitely weren't lazy.
The most intense encounter we had that afternoon happened to Aunt Belle. I was in the kitchen talking to Ann and Jerry, and again, she had wandered off. She enjoys getting off to herself, or even just the two of us, so we do that a lot. She came back into the kitchen, and I could tell something had happened.
"What did you see?" I asked.
But she spoke to Jerry and said, "Do you have a man who haunts the downstairs? He's fairly tall and very nicely dressed, although he's wearing clothing from the late 1800's."
Jerry gasped. "Captain Claiborne! It has to be him. You saw him?"
She nodded yes, and said, "He's a really strong presence. I saw him as a full bodied apparition."
"I've got a picture of him," Jerry said excitedly. "In here, on my computer."
He led us into an office area off the kitchen and started searching on his computer. Then he pulled up one photo and pointed at it. This time, Aunt Belle gasped.
"That's him," she said. "That's who I saw."
I asked Jerry to email me a copy of the photo.


Captain Claiborne

We had a few more encounters, but I'll have to leave them until next time. However, I highly recommend the Claiborne House for anyone who wants to stay in a lovely place, haunted, of course. They're on 312 South Alley Street in Jefferson, Texas. You can call them at 903-665-8800. They've also got a web site at http://www.claibornehousebnb.com, and you can see the lovely rooms there. Another recommendation is that beautiful Browning Room. You can see it on the web site. Just remember, you'll be sharing the Claiborne House with unseen guests!
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The writing's going slow. It always does this time of year, since I'm prone to spend time prowling the internet looking for Christmas gift bargains. Those emails I get listing pre-Black Friday bargains this year distract me. I've already bought a couple gifts, and I'm watching the price drop on some others. Yep, I'll be one of those people in the Black Friday crowds, especially since I've got my eye on some things at Walmart.
I am getting a little bit of time in on the short story (which, knowing how I write, you can believe just won't stay short). This coming week, though, had a lot of time designated for backing pumpkin pies and pumpkin rolls. Yum! Plus I need to get those homemade noodles done, and our turkey injected with the Cajun spices to it will marinate well before Thursday.
I doubt I'll see y'all until next weekend, so I'm wishing everyone of y'all a wonderfully Happy Thanksgiving, filled with food and lots and lots of family. I'll be counting my blessings, one of which is my fantastic readers and the friends I have made through my writing. Sending loads of good wishes and rainbows your way!


      Boo!
T. M.
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