THERE IS NOTHING NEW UNDER THE SUN

The author of this quote from Ecclesiastes is so right. Yet most of us tend  to forget this as we listen to our little egos telling us that we are the first to do this, invent this, dream this or say this etc.

I really thought how terribly clever and inventive I had been some months ago when hung a big black coat on my kitchen window to use as a solid background when I was taking my steam pictures.  I wanted to put up a big piece of black paper but was in too much of a hurry to make the trip into town to Smith`s. It`s been a great success and at the moment the coat is a semi-permanent fixture to be used at a whim.

Going through some old correspondence today I read something rather interesting in UNLIMITED HORIZONS,  a newsletter put out in 1988 by George Meek, an American EVP pioneer. It spoke about Mrs Rafaelia Gremese of Italy who was trying to get the video results obtained by other researchers of the time of dead people leaving messages  for their families. As a result of spirit guidance via her taped voices, she was instructed to put a large sheet of black paper inside the glass door of a china cupboard and mount her video-camera 6 feet in front of the black area.   Invisible to the naked eye, but detectable on the camera, the black paper becomes covered with a layer of what Dr Ernst Senkowski could only speculate was ectoplasm, probably taken in part from Mrs Gremese`s body and nearby green plants.  The white-grayish, cloud-like material captured by the camera shows to be rearranged or moulded to resemble human faces.

Shades of Pencoed, 2010!

WAITING................................

I`m a woman so I`m used to waiting.   This time it`s for paraplasms.com to be finished. My original  designer did a good job up to a point, and then he scarpered. I`ve looked into finishing it myself but think there may be too many hazards to try.

So, just letting any reader of this know that paraplasms.com will lie dormant, waiting, in fact, just like me for the finishing touches.

Au revoir,  Tina

THE CASE OF THE SOUND DISPLACEMENTS

There were a few times when we became aware of sound displacement on tapes that I recorded. Noises and voices that had been moved to spots on the tape where they should not have been.

And then there was the time was when Ben experimented with me (knowing how much I hated the killing of animals for sport) watching a 5-minute German film of ahunting and shooting party. Ben sat recording while he watched me as I watched the film.  I was ordered not to speak at all.  It was the most eeriest thing, on playback, to hear my voice, shaking and quivering, uttering vile words describing these hunters.  I asked Ben to turn it off in the end as I found listening to it quite difficult.

THE CASE OF THE HUMMING IN THE PARALAB

On one occasion when I was at work on my EVP tapes early one morning, I was humming while I was doing it (something quite well-known but the exact song forgotten now).  I heard Ben coming down the stairs and go into the kitchen so I decided to greet him and get a cuppa.  On my tape that was in record mode at that moment you can clearly hear me humming, pushing my chair backwards, my footsteps, the door being opened, my voice saying: Morning, Ben, how are you today?    And
you can still hear, very clearly, my humming which does not stop even when I`m talking!

THE CASE OF THE WORDS THAT WERE NOT THERE

One of the most memorable events that I remember in the Paralab was when Ben had written a 5-minute play for 2 people, him and me.  We sat at a small table and acted out the play with only our two voices cutting the silent night air and sticking to the exact words typed in front of us.  We recorded it on a cassette tape recorder and afterwards listened to playback.  It was astonishing (at least, to me, at that time) how many times we heard our voices uttering dialogue that had not been written or said!    Some of them were a bit naughty, too (for that time).

THE CASE OF THE BLUE ROOM IN THE PARALAB

The Paraphysical Laboratory (Paralab) was an L-shaped former farm-house  in Wiltshire, on a high vantage point far away from mad-made noises and street lights. It was a labour of love to encourage your car, which frequently red-lighted, up the rutted path to the building. The only way up and down.

I was to sleep in the Blue Room, which really meant that it was the only room that had the original bluish wall-paper. It also had even more dust than the rooms downstairs and there were books from floor to ceiling along each wall.  In the middle was a bed of sorts and I decided to sleep with all clothes on.

With head on pillow (my own) I lay there in the pitch-black darkness wondering what the morrow would bring, listening to the absolute stillness, with not even the sound of a night-owl to disturb me.  And then it started, quite soft at first, and I was straining to hear this new noise.  Within a few moments the noise had turned into a roaring chatter.  The only way I can describe it is as if I had suddenly been transported to Piccadilly Circus, a continuous hum of voices and traffic.  (Of course, the time was the early 80`s when it was still possible to cross the roads and sit on the steps under Eros- the favourite meeting-place for lovers! (Ah, those days!) )

I had a miserable night, turning continually, and even at one point stuffing my ears with tissue and pulling the bedclothes over my head.  I went down in the morning, forcing a bright smile on my face and greeted Ben and a friend who had also spent the night there.   Ben asked me how my night had been and not wanting to offend I said: OK, thanks.  The two men looked at each other and then back at me with  a `Are you sure?` look. So I unburdened myself and confessed to a night of horror.  Ben smiled knowingly and said: Ah well, that`s what happens to everyone who gets to spend the night in the Blue Room!  And that was the end of that.

More later.

BENSON HERBERT and the PARALAB

Benson Herbert, virtually forgotten today, was a paraphysicist  and I met and worked with him long after his star had reigned. I heard about him from my friend Scott Rogo when I was living in America. I looked him up as soon as I could and was immediately invited down to stay at his Paraphysical Laboratory that was hidden atop a large hill in the wilds of Lord Longford`s estate.

I don`t know what I expected but it certainly wasn`t the general state of deshabile that the farmhouse was in. I mostly remember the thick coating of dust everywhere and the aluminium foil that coated the walls. No heat, and no light, but electricity was created by an outside generator that was manipulated each day at dusk.  Bathwater was sparse and shared and I was privileged to be the first in!

More later....

Egyptian papyrus found

According to the National Museum in Dublin a discovery has been made that now raises questions about the traditional understanding of the rise of Christianity in Ireland. (Whatever does that mean? probably  we`ll find out in due course).  An Egyptian papyrus was found in the 1200 year old cover of a Book of Psalms in a peat bog.

I know I`m deviating from the all-important subject at hand, but for some reason I couldn`t resist putting this in. Maybe just to remind me to follow it up when I`ve got the time.

Orbs or Dust

If you check my Orbs images, the first one you will see is a doozy. Not only are they lined up at one point (alignment) but they go down in descending order of size.  There have been varying rates of astonishment from viewers ranging from: amazing!  to  not bad.   However, a new viewer, a well-known UFO researcher, has rather dampened the scene by saying: `...nothing but bits of dust.`

My feelings of awe have now been directed towards dusty motes.  How clever they must be, how intelligent also to achieve the photo that I numbered 4587 on December 14, 2009.

Or could it all be considered haphazard? Not on your mantle-piece!

THE NIGHTLY HUNT IS ON

I`m sometimes asked how I capture  my night-time `ectos` or skotographs. There was nothing more simple in the beginning. I just aimed my digital camera out into the darkness and clicked.  But to put it technically: infra-red function of a camera is needed. Cameras are capable of recording the IR part of the spectrum beyond which the eye can see.   I focus on the atmosphere around the camera as I press the shutter button halfway down and the indicator light on the screen starts to flash green.  Then a beeping sound indicates that it`s stopped flashing and remains lit.  I look into the darkneww ahead of the camera, talking and inviting `them` to show themselves (or some other subject that I may mention) on screen. Now I`m waiting for the self-timer lamp on the camera back to start flashing red.  It seems then that the ectos stream from this red light.  Often then I will physically see a white fluttering ecto somewhere in the front of the camera and I often see a red fluttering ON the screen also.  That is when I snap and collect them.  I can only see a rough shape because they move very quickly.  I`ve learned to have ISO set at 100 or 200 and have the Program mode.   `They` like the cold, rainy weather, but my first capture was on October 12, 2009 when the weather was fairly warm. Sometimes I open my door and immediately can sense them, as if the very air was highly charged

Some thoughts on Tags

Looking back to a year ago, I can see the progression I`ve made by the words that I`ve used for  Tags.  I started with  with orbs (no Capital O as I hadn`t then realized their importance), then aerial anomalies, ghosts & spirits, night objects, paranormal, aerial ectoplasm, ectoplasmic images, and UFO`s and these have now all morphed into the umbrella tag of SKOTOGRAPH.

This was a word that I learned in my searches that was given by a member of the SPR,  Felicia Scatcherd,  to the bewildering variety of images on photos and other photographic material  that came from the hand of Madge Donohoe early last century, by some paranormal method.  The word SKOTOGRAPH comes from the Greek meaning dark writing. Madge`s images were sometimes less than desirable, as are many of mine, but spirit writing and similar effects such as landscapes, people, flowers, star constellations, jewels, birds, animals, hands, eyes and faces were often seen and recognized for what they stood for. 

I would greatly love to see the files on Mrs Donohoe that must, or should be languishing in the  files of the SPR.  You would imagine that, more than any other institution in the whole, wide world, the SPR would be desirous of  seeing my paranormal images or learning more from me about my carrying on the research that they thought at the time was important enough to write about 100 years ago. Ha, not so and  I`ll leave that story for another day.

Constable critters and UFOs.

It should not be too difficult to accept that there could be large, as yet unidentified, creatures living in our oceans, deserted areas of the earth, but the idea that enormous primitive life-forms may be populating our aerial oceans (that we call our skies) may not be so easily  believed.

How can something be invisible yet nevertheless physical?  We know that there are sounds we cannot hear and only became aware of microbes with the advent of the microscope. It should not be too difficult to conceive, therefore, of a material world which is invisible to us.

All living organisms have field radiation emanating from them.  The development of radar, which was developed primarily for long-range detection of enemy aircraft, to feel electronically for objects that could not be seen with the eyes, led to the detection of other things.  These things were not aircraft and proved to be invisible even when within visual range, (Nansei-shoto, U S Navy, WW 2 is one case).  It seems that having devised an instrument to locate invisible airborne objects man was not prepared to find or accept other than what he was specifically seeking.  Radar designers did not anticipate that their device would detect objects that were completely invisible, objects which are nevertheless physical.

But these days there is plenty of photographic proof of these invisible protozoa, coming from all around the world, myself included, in the form of videos, cameras etc.  There can be no doubt that the skies around us are filled with living beings which seem to have intelligence and be sensitive to radar and radio waves.  When they stray into our frequency band these organisms could be mistakenly responsible for UFO sightings throughout the ages.

Trevor Constable first wrote about what he termed `critters`, that live within the infrared range of the electromagnetic spectrum.  He advanced the theory that UFOs were mainly invisible and that our atmosphere was the home of huge, invisible living creatures, plasmatic bioforms, and that these were naturally confused with spacecraft when they became visible.  What he had discovered was something new and amazing about this world which could create a biological revolution but the reaction to his findings was a deafening silence and fifty years later the cosmos is still waiting for a response.

Speaking not as an academic but just an ordinary housewife, I cannot help wondering why biological UFOs have been so shamefully dismissed by the scientific establishment and, in general, all branches of the media.

I and others like me are not seeking the approval of scientists who may be qualified in their own fields, because there are NO authorities in this particular work.  But we are looking for those who are calm, objective and with open minds who do not turn irrational and terrified when confronted with photographic evidence of biological aeroforms who exist for the most part invisibly in the ether all around us.

These bioforms may be an elemental branch of evolution, dating from the time when the planet was more gaseous and plasmatic than solid.  When eventually they are recognized by science they may be classified as belonging to the general field of macrobiology or macrobacteria.

William Blake: `Be attentive to the minute particular`

Which is all well and good except that I`m not good at small talk.  However, I am good at looking into the minutiae of the photographs that I capture and probably being short-sighted helps. Of course many photos are large enough to be recognized instantly for what they are, or supposed to mean, by any untrained eye, but I discovered long ago that you can delve into a scene (we`re talking paranormal here, of course) picking out a specific part, and see something new, then you can delve (zoom) into that and again see something not noticed before, and go on, maybe  ad infinitum. I am, of course, limited by the scope of my  eye but, as with the ear in EVP which can be trained to hear further, so can the human eye. Something to be learned by experience only.

What is a blog?  It`s an electronic expression of someone`s  real human life. And my life, as any reader will discover, is greatly taken up by communicating
with unseen, unknown inter-dimensional entities. They contact in a variety of ways;  via Orbs (capitalized because of their importance) with faces or images or writing, lettering or symbols and  by what I call freestanding ectoplasmatic images.
They, whomsoever or whatever they are, may or may not know that they are communicating. They may just be sending out  images to see what responses they may receive. But certainly some of these entities have shown that there is a telepathic element to our relationship and this is what I like to concentrate on.  Certainly the study of paranormal  photographs (skotography) is a very complex one and in need of many thousands before any theories or deductions may be proclaimed.