Friday, December 28, 2012

Hunting Ghosts in 2013

  Yes, I know I didn't publish a blog last week. Yes, it was because of Christmas and my preference to spend time with living friends and loved ones. So I hope y'all had as wonderful a time as I did.
  There were a few ghostly incidents during the past couple weeks, as there always are around here. The lady in the kitchen made herself known quite often. Aunt Belle saw her during her visit. I bought this cute full-length Christmas apron one day at a sale and hung it on the kitchen doorway. The first morning of her visit, Aunt Belle saw our kitchen lady standing there admiring the apron. My cousin Tara came by one day to help me clean, and as soon as she entered the house, she and I were both aware that someone had accompanied her. Tara felt the energy and accompanying goose bumps covered her arms. She'd lost a couple people close to her in recent days, and I felt one of those was with her. There were a few other incidents when I could sense and feel someone I didn't see hanging around. I'd say the visitors came around to enjoy the Christmas decorations, but ghosts are the norm in my house.
  Those who have been following Roy's escapades will be glad (I hope) to know he did indeed cross into The Light. I even confirmed that with Aunt Belle while she was here. She told me she didn't see him anywhere around, and she also didn't see anyone except our regulars. So I'm happy those paranormal boarders around here took advantage of the door into The Light and rejoined their own families for Christmas, including Roy. Now when something weird happens, I know someone living here mislaid or misplaced things … at least, for now. Until the next lonely soul happens by and wants a place to linger or someone to help him or her cross over.
  The other most "visible" presence who showed up during this season was the orb in the photo I took of the four of us wearing our Santa t-shirts:


 
I'm pretty sure I know who the orb is, but it's something too personal to talk about … at least, right now. He has shown up in many of the pictures we take here in my home, especially at family gatherings.
Of course, since paranormal happenings are a big part of my life, I do schedule time now and then to pay attention to what goes on around me in the other realm. I plan times when I can actually focus on that area of my life, rather than just give a nod at whoever happens to pass through the same place I'm occupying. We'll start our Psychic Development classes again in 2013, so that means I'll try to take my class somewhere at least once a month to see how they're progressing. I get frequent emails from friends and also readers asking paranormal questions. I always try to answer as soon as I can and as honestly as I can. I'm well aware that others aren't as comfortable as I am about dealing with the other world around us.
One thing we did this year was decide to get our own group name. I'll still be part of Billy York's NTPRS, but we were doing a lot of paranormal work and development separately, due to Billy's tight schedule. Therefore, I thought we should also have a separate name. So from now on, my group will be known as Supernatural Researchers of Texas (SRT). I grabbed our name out there on the internet, and maybe sometime in 2013, we'll get a web site. In the meantime, we'll at least start a blog site, where I can upload a few pictures and videos, as well as chat with y'all. I'm going to parcel out some of the responsibilities in our group, so maybe it won't be so overwhelming on top of my writing. 
I don't have any plans at the present to expand our group, although we will take someone along with us once in a while. We're not well-funded like the TV show groups, and we have our own way of doing things. We are very serious about our investigations, but we also have a lot of fun. We don't "bait" ghosts; we treat them and all parts of the paranormal world with respect. We don't mess with evil entities other than to get the hell away or send them somewhere else, if necessary. I'm not much on titles, but Timmy loves to designate us. So for now, SRT members will be me (natch), and Timmy keeps calling me Lead Investigator. Of course, Aunt Belle Brown is right up there with me, so our group has two Leads. We work well together, when she is able to come along. Timmy Smith, of course, is our Equipment Tech. Angela Rogers, given her huge store of abilities, has to be Second Lead Investigator. Floyd and Sarah Brigdon and Amanda Guzman are investigators in training from my class, and developing very quickly. I think they should probably be called Investigators by now. We have a few others who will join us now and then, people who live a ways off and don't get to attend the classes or go on ghost hunts often. However, they are folks who are serious and work well within the framework of our group.
I have to admit I'm very, very picky about who accompanies me. Aunt Belle and I made up a list of rules, and if someone ignores them or disrupts the group, they aren't invited back. I have to meet the person first, also. I still recall one man whom Billy allowed to accompany us on a long-ago night. We hadn't vetted him prior to the investigation, but we all gave him weird looks now and then, in response to his … well, weird actions. However, it wasn't until on the way home that he said: "I'm so glad to join up with some like-minded people. I know you believe the same as I do, that pink men live inside the moon. And," to Billy, "I'll bet you also hide in the closet and dress up in women's underwear, don't you?"
  Yes, he was serious. And no, he didn't ever come back. I've met a few other very strange people over my years of chatting across The Veil, but the huge majority of them are wonderful, people who want to understand what's happening to them.
Timmy and I talk often, and we had an interesting discussion just the other day. We would love to do more investigations, but we want them to be serious, not something for someone who wants the notoriety of having a paranormal group come around and prove a haunting. One planned investigation fell through recently due to exactly that. When I explained that my group only did serious investigations these days, although we would agree to give the business some publicity with my blog and elsewhere, the owner decided not to have us in. At least, not on my terms. We could "drop by anytime," but we couldn't set up cameras or be there during what he claimed was the most active time of night for paranormal incidents. Therefore, I called off the trip, to the disappointment of my group.
I'm not sure what the problems is, and neither is Timmy. My own inkling is that people want the notoriety of "having a ghost in the house," but not the responsibility of realizing these are actual people they are dealing with. Therefore, unless we can do things on our terms, we'll content ourselves with visiting some of the places where we already know we'll pick up lots of paranormal activity. Places where we are actually on a name basis with the ghosts and spirits, and where we can keep our abilities strong and honed.
It's been a great year working within the other dimension. I've cemented stronger friendships with friends and helped numerous lost souls cross into The Light. Three of my regulars are still here: Howard, Martha in my office, and the lady in the kitchen. Aunt Belle has been able to come up at least once a month to visit, and we've done a bit of investigating together. A lot of it was here at my house, as normally happens prior to and during her visits. We "met" Juan and Roy and crossed them over. We closed the portal at Angela's house and got rid of a nasty entity that was scaring her daughter. We cleansed Sarah and Floyd's house and crossed over at least a half-dozen ghosts hanging out there. We visited Dry Creek and Goshen several times and chatted with the ghosts there using our flashlights and mine and Angela's psychic abilities. My class is growing their own abilities extremely well, and it's fun doing investigations with them and watching them develop.
We do have a few things in the works for 2013. We'll have to see how things go, since we can never predict the paranormal world! I've tentatively planned to go to Myrtle Beach, SC, in October to a writer's conference. And oh, yeah, I'll hunt some ghosts around there!
As to my writing, I'll be doing another set of diaries soon. I also have plans to put my blog posts into their own separate book, since I have so many of them now. That way, people won't have to slog through the entire blog one by one; the posts will be in order and can be read at folks' leisure. I want to finish Silent Prey, the next dark paranormal. This is Keoman's story, the Midè from Winter Prey. But there's another Dead Man book clamoring to be written. Seems Twila is having trouble in Ohio, and she needs Alice there desperately so they can combine their abilities and straighten out a few ghosts. Oh, and of course expose a couple murderers. So many words to write, so little time. So many ghosts to hunt and chat with, too.
I hope all of you who got e-readers for Christmas, or any other time of the year, will check out my books. As always, Ghost Hunting Diary Volume I is free for your reading pleasure! Angela has plans to set up a better iseeghosts web site for me soon, and we'll update the tranamaesimmons.com site for the romances. Now, I'll let you get back to your reading, and I'll see what I can do on my end with the writing, including some new ghost stories.
Wishing you everything good life has to offer in 2013. Happy New Year and ….
Boo!
T. M.
 

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Crossing over Roy the Ghost

  I think Roy kept trying to tell me he wanted to go. They call it an intelligent haunting for a reason: some ghosts do communicate with us … at least, as well as they can. Plus I know for a fact they maintain their ability to read. Some of them read my blog as I write it; my friend Angela's resident ghost, Alan, comes to mind. And recently, I realized Roy was reading my blog, also.
  A blog reader made the comment when I asked if I should cross Roy over: "What if he messes with your husband's medicines?" And you know what? Roy did!
  We had made our monthly trip to the casino. We have a strict budget for entertainment, and we love to play the slots. Since we know how much we can spend, it's stress relief for us, not gambling to gamble. It's fun. But hub has to do his breathing treatments four times a day, without fail. Therefore, we have a portable nebulizer that plugs into the car outlets, and he can go out there and do the treatment.
  We went up to Oklahoma on Tuesday. We left late and did some shopping along the way. In late afternoon, hub went out to the car for one of his treatments. Sis and I stayed inside and got in a few more minutes of fun. When we went back to the car at the agreed-upon time, hub was mad.
  "I got out of the car for a minute," he said. "Left the nebulizer in there propped up so it wouldn't spill the medicine. When I got back in, the machine was totally upside down, the medicine spilled out! There was no way it could have jumped up and tipped over on its own!"
  "Damn," I replied. "I think Roy came with us. Did you have some more medicine to use?"
"Yes, but I got enough of the treatment to not have to open more. It just really pissed me off. I made sure that machine was stable before I stepped out of the car."
  So Thursday morning, Roy left. Leading up to that, in the past couple days, I've had the very strong feeling that this is what he wants. He's been trying to get my attention with his tricks to manipulate me into crossing him over. Maybe he didn't know it at first, since he might have been confused, but when I started threatening to either banish or cross him over, he may have realized it was possible to halt his lonely existence. Now, I don't like to be manipulated by a ghost. However, in something like this, I do feel the need to pay heed, since I have been given that gift and ability of crossing lost souls through The Light. The sun was just coming up as I started writing this last Thursday, and hub and my sister were both still sleeping. So this was a good time for what I needed to do. Roy and I headed out onto the porch.
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  Brrr. It was chilly out there, a cold but clear Texas morning. As I got into my long, warm housecoat (you don't think I get dressed just to write, do you?), I talked to Roy and also gathered any of the other souls here who might want to cross. I could feel some of them following me out the door. Roy was with me, too, but he stayed back a ways.
  Outside, I stood looking at the east and grounded myself, waiting a few minutes until I felt I was in the proper, respectful mode. Then I lifted my arm and asked: "I have some souls here who wish to cross through The Light to the other side. Please let a door be opened for them."
  Nothing happened for about five seconds. There was a bright slash of light in the eastern sky, which split about half the blue sky that I could see above the treetops. The door was open.
"The door's open," I said quietly to the souls gathered there with me on the porch. There were at least two besides Roy, and both of them crossed.
  "It's o.k. to go, Roy," I said, still staring at the east and letting him decide on his own whether or not he was going, and when. Then I felt him coming toward me.
  He patted me on the shoulder and said Thanks, then walked upwards and through the door.
  "Bye, Roy!" I called. I sat down for a minute to contemplate, but the chill drove me back inside.
  Starting the day this way is a nice feeling. I'm not upset at Roy for continuing to push at me to get his point across. Hub may be another matter. He holds grudges sometimes. But soon as he wakes, I'll tell him that Roy won't bother him again. However, I won't remind him that our home attracts ghosts, so I'm sure there will be a few others lost souls wander in now and then.
  It's been quiet here since then, although Howard and the little lady in the kitchen are still here. Also, Martha, the lady in my office. These three seen to want to stay, and I won't push them to leave. They're all well-behaved ghosts.
  About all the writing I've got done lately is this blog. What a busy season! I forget from year to year why December is never a good writing month. When I used to be under contract, I never wanted a deadline in December. Too much to do, a lot of it work, a lot of it fun and family. But the ideas are gelling, and January in on the horizon.
  All the ebooks are out there available, lots of ghost stories, some fiction to give you an escape from the stress or worry. Enjoy!
  Boo!
  T. M.
 

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Discipline Roy the Ghost?

  No, I haven't done this yet, but I'm kicking around ideas. This week has been rather hectic. Hub ended up in the hospitals. Yes, that's right, hospitals, plural. Two hospitals, one in Houston, one here near home. But he's home and on the mend now. So I've got time to decide what to do about Roy.
  The bottom of my espresso machine isn't the only thing he's messed with lately. We've missed several things that we knew for a fact were where they were supposed to be. The most important thing, so far, was the mouse for hub's laptop. I had used that laptop a couple times while hub was down at his sister's, supposedly deer hunting. Well, he did hunt a few times, but I think he mostly visited before he ended up sick. So I knew that mouse was right there beside the laptop. I hadn't gotten around to cleaning up hub's desk yet, which was on my agenda before I had to suddenly leave. So the mouse was where it was supposed to be.
  When hub ended up in the hospital, I packed up to head to Houston. I decided to take the laptop, so I could plug into sister-in-law's internet, if I ended up down there for a few days … which I did. The mouse was nowhere in sight. The mouse wasn't in the desk, under the desk, hiding in any of the papers, nowhere the flashlight illuminated. The mouse was gone!
  "Roy," I said, "I need that damn mouse! Bring it back. Now!"
  Nothing, only a faint laugh. It wasn't as hearty a laugh as I've heard from Roy when he pulled other pranks, so he knew I was ticked. He also should have been aware of my stress level with hub in a hospital over two hundred miles away. He still didn't bring back the mouse. I had to buy one in Houston, and it cost $25.00! Roy's starting to get expensive, and I’m not happy with the fact he pulled a trick during a period when I was worried. Or that he didn't seem to show any compassion. Roy is on thin ice around here.
  I did open a door in the East one day, but I was in a hurry and didn't give the ceremony the respect it deserved. The only time I'm usually real brief with that ceremony is if I'm driving somewhere and encounter a lost soul. If you're speeding along at 70-80 mph, there's no time to turn to the East and open the door properly. Still, it seems to work those times, so perhaps the lost soul hurries. That day, though, there was no excuse for me not to stop and do it properly. I was on my front porch, heading for the car, and it dawned on me there might be some souls waiting to cross over. It's just a feeling I get sometimes. However, in my hurry, I just turned and opened the door in the brief way I do when driving down the highway. I didn't feel any of the residents in my house cross over, or anyone on the porch, for that matter. My fault. I'll do a proper ceremony soon, but I can't force any soul that doesn't want to go to cross into The Light.
  Roy may have to go, though, if he keeps this up. It's not as funny as it was when he first showed up here. There's just too much going on in this Christmas Season to mess with a ghost who thinks he's a comedian.
  So I hope Roy's reading this. I don't feel him looking over my shoulder, though, so I may have to sit him down and have a talk with him. I can banish him, of course, but I don't like to do that unless it's somebody mean and nasty. Or, of course, something that's not a ghost. Roy's just a wannabe comedian. I'll have to see what happens with him now that hub is home and resting where he needs to be … in our bed.
  UPDATE: Yesterday evening (Saturday), I talked to Aunt Belle about some stuff, one subject being the problem I was having with Roy. She's coming for a visit and more shopping on Thursday, and I mentioned the two of us may have to combine our abilities and get rid of Roy. A while later, I was going through a storage bin of Christmas decorations in our bedroom. Yes, I'm still decorating. I got interrupted with hub's illness, so I'm not quite done yet. Our writer's Christmas party is here Sunday, so I need to finish up. The storage bin is sitting about ten feet from hub's desk; yes, I measured. And you've already guessed it: the darn mouse was in the bin! That storage bin hasn't been anywhere near hub's desk. It's always been over in the entrance hall to the back door. So the mouse had to have floated ten feet into that box.
  Roy has been suspiciously quiet since I got back from Houston. Hopefully, he will stay that way … or there might be an or else in Roy's very near future.
  Sales of To All a Good Night, a Short Story, are going well. If you don't have your copy, it's making its way to the various sales outlets. It's at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo and Smashwords. Hopefully, soon you will be able to get it at Sony and Apple iTunes.
  There's also a cute Christmas novella available at all the ebook outlets: Chrissy's Wish. It's a really good read for this time of year! This one is by my alter ego, Trana Mae Simmons. (The Nook, Kobo and Sony urls appear to be broken at this time, dang it! Will try to get that fixed soon.)

      SW: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/105321

  Don't forget to stop and enjoy the beautiful poinsettias all around us right now. I must have at least two dozen decorating my house. I love their brightness.
  Boo!
  T. M.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Roy Pulls Tricks and To All a Good Night

  What a crazy week or so. I guess I forget from year to year how busy this season gets when I am both writing and also taking care of holiday preparations. I love having family at Thanksgiving and Christmas, and especially transforming the house with the Christmas decorations. But each year, I like to try a few different things, and this year is no different. Lots of work and time involved, though…
  …especially when one of your ghosts decides to be a prankster! Roy, the new resident, has evidently decided to hang around for a while. I opened a door a few days ago, but he didn't cross over. I'd get mad at some of his pranks, but he thinks they are so funny, I don't have the heart to do more than half-way threaten him and sometimes join in his enjoyment of the situation.
  At first, I wasn't sure the new ghost was behind some of the incidents. I've been known to mislay things like anyone else. And it didn't happen that frequently, maybe once every couple days. I'd put down a book, find it in a different place. In the bathroom, things would be moved around a bit.
  His latest trick had to do with my espresso machine. My morning ritual in order to get the day on the road involves having a latte. I make my cup of espresso, usually with a flavored coffee. I heat some flavored creamer and milk in the microwave and combine them. If you want the entire recipe, I also add a dollop of honey and some whipped cream. Yum. Not quite Starbucks, but close.
  Well, one morning last week, still half asleep because I hadn't had any caffeine, I filled the espresso machine with water, then stuck the pitcher under the drain thing where that wonderful brew comes out. But the pitcher wobbled. I looked, and the entire bottom part of the pot was missing, that inch high plastic piece with the metal drain over it where any spillover coffee happens to land.
  What the heck?
  I heard someone chuckling in the background, but I was too groggy to pay any attention to one of my resident ghosts. I managed to sit the pitcher in so it would catch the coffee and get my brew for the morning. Later that day, I questioned both Sis and hub, but both denied seeing the missing part of the espresso machine.
  For three mornings, I had to put up with a wobbling pitcher. Then Sis and I were in the midst of baking and I was in the pantry, digging out plastic containers for our wonderful baked goods. I reached up on the second shelf, which is piled high, and took off the top container. It was above my eye level, so I didn't see until I pulled it down…
  …that the missing parts of the espresso machine were inside it!
  I took them over to the machine and they fit perfect. And in the background, I heard that chuckle that by then I was learning to recognize: Roy, my new ghost.
  "Hey," I said to him. "You're getting close to the edge. I know you don't want to cross yet, but I can make you unwelcome here." His chuckles "died" and then I felt bad.
  "All right," I went on. "It is sort of funny. And I can write about you in my blog. Just don't mess with my espresso machine again. O.K?"
  O.K. Promise, he told me. And he hasn't.
  I also got my annual Christmas story up for y'all to read: To All a Good Night, a Short Story. It has another dynamite cover from Angela Rogers, and that's actually my own fireplace in the background. Through the title, you can glimpse my new Christmas village. No, that's not my dog and tree; I got that photo on line. However, my niece Tammy tells me that looks like her new dog, which I've never seen.


So far, the story has made its way up for Kindle and through Smashwords, where it will eventually be available for Itunes and Sony. I hope it's up for Nook, but the Barnes and Noble sites have been giving us fits. No, it's not Roy causing funny things there. It's their own technical problems. They've started opening up in the United Kingdom, so maybe they got overwhelmed. Anyway, by the time you read this, I hope my Nook readers will be able to get the story. It's at:
   Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AET1B7S
  Nook: http://tiny.cc/jghjow
  SW: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/259646
  Kobo: http://tiny.cc/adpoow
  Happy reading, and take time out to enjoy the season.
  Boo!
  T. M.

 

 

 

 
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