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