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Behind Every Cloud is a Kindred Spirit (BECKS)I lost my grandfather when I was 17. I had a VERY difficult time getting over it. How could I still communicate with him? I loved him so much I didn't think I could live without him. I read everything I could get my hands on to do with the "afterlife" and that started it all...the love of Ghost Hunting and the Paranormal. I have been researching the paranormal for over 37 years!! It is my way of staying in touch with my grandfather. Being a Ghost Hunter is not always as exciting as it seems on TV. Many nights I have sat in the dark and not a thing happened. BUT it is those times you DO get that one voice, that one explainable picture or have an experience that sends chills down your back that makes it sooo worth it all!!! My purpose of this blog is not to make people believe in ghosts but maybe to open their minds just a little bit... I LOVE this crazy thing called Ghost Hunting. It is as much a part of me as breathing. I am just a girl that refuses to accept we can't still contact our loved ones after they die. My grandfather won't let me.



Without a doubt, this is the most problematic type of paranormal photographs that exist.  Hoax? Photo shopped? Double exposure?  Soooo many things can affect a photo.  So, how do we know what is real and what isn't? Guess we really don't... now do we?  Ok...so you find out it is double exposure.......or lets say.....it's NOT!    

Ever been asleep....and you think you hear something that wakes you?  You rub your eyes, and as you lay there....you get tiny little goose bumps.....and the sound gets louder and louder.  Do you get up and go see what it is or do you lay there very still and hope it stops???  Your heart beats faster as you strain your ears to hear.  But you decide you are going to be BRAVE and go check it out.  As you put your feet on the floor and walk toward the door...you ask yourself...."Why do I REALLY need to know what is making that noise???" LOL YES, we've all done it!!! As you touch the door knob your heart is about to jump right out of your chest!!!!  But slowly you pull open the door not knowing what you will find on the other side......as you peak around to see......the noise stops.  And you see that there is nothing there!!!  oooowwwhhh.... That was close!!!!!!!  Now you even feel a little silly for letting your imagination get the best of you...... OR DID IT??????????????
Apparition originally derived from the Latin term apparere, meaning "to appear".  The appearance of a dead person, object or even a living person who is not physically present is what we commonly refer to as an Apparition. 
Can you interact with an apparition?  Sometimes.  If it is a residual haunting, it will not know you are there.  It will keep doing the same thing over and over( like walking up the same stairs over and over).  If it is an intelligent haunting, it may try to interact with you.  Some people believe that apparitions appear to deliver a message.  Have you ever heard stories were someone saw a loved one that spoke or directed them to do something? Like, maybe someone was warned by their loved one in the form of an apparition that they should not get on an airplane.  So they heed the warning and come to find out.... the plane crashes!!!!  Lucky?  Or was it a message from the Other Side?
I have had a personal experience with a full body apparition I would like to share with you guys.  Several years ago, I was filming for a local TV show that was going to be aired on Halloween.  I was a member of a local paranormal group that had been contacted by a restaurant owner in McKinney, Tx that had reported paranormal activity. 
We decided we would allow the camera crew to follow us around and film us doing the investigation for the TV show. Long story short....we had been filming all night at the Londoner Pub in McKinney,Tx which is located on the town square.  I had to run back and forth to the van for more batteries like every hour on the hour.  The activity at this place was AMAZING!!!!!  I'll have to tell ya'll that story another time but it was VERY HAUNTED!!!!! 

Anyway, I had been running in and out of the Pub all night.  It was probably around 2:00am and we had just started to wrap up our investigation so I was taking some of our equipment out to the van.  I was alone.  When I turned around and started walking back to the Pub I noticed a lady sitting on a bench under a street lamp in a baby blue dress with ruffles down the back.  I was sooooo SURPRISED !!!  I had been in and out of this bar all night.....how had I NOT noticed her???????
I thought she was one of those lifelike figures that you see in parks sometimes.  I starred straight at her noticing every detail of her dress.  She never moved.  She just looked straight ahead.  She had black lace-up shoes that came up above her ankles....you know the ones like they used to wear a long time ago.  She had her hand crossed in front of her laying ever so gently on her lap.  I could see the little lace trim around the white gloves she was wearing.  She had dark hair and it was all fixed up like a bun on the back of her head.  She was very pretty.  She also had a little blue and white beaded purse that had a white drawstring that was hung around her wrist that was laying on her lap.  
Now remember, even though I can see her as clear as if she were a real person standing right in front of me, in MY mind, I thought she was a statue.  So walked on into the bar and asked my lead investigator if he had noticed the lady on the bench?  He said "what lady on a bench"?  So, I told him what I saw and the owner of the Londoner was standing right beside me and said "oh so you saw HER"?  I said who?  He said the Farmer Lady.  When you do an investigation you don't tell ALL your members everything you know about what has been reported, so it won't cause any preconceived expectations of what could happen.  But in this case......the owner NEVER said a word to ANY of our members about the lady that sat outside on the bench.  He said that she had been seen several times just sitting there just the way I described.  She was supposedly the wife of a cotton farmer that every Sunday they would bring a crop of cotton to the square to be auctioned off.  When the farmer died, she continued to come on Sunday, in her best dress and a wagon full of cotton.  CRAZY RIGHT!!!!!!!  Listen I can't tell you how it made me feel to know what I had just experienced was an APPARITION!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She was SOOOO REAL!!! I will NEVER forget it as long as I live!!!  This is one of my favorite experiences in this crazy world of the paranormal. :)

Outline of a man's face with a top hat.

Original photo taken at the Menger Hotel
in San Antonio, Tx

Gutzon Borglum, the engineer
of Mount Rushmore. I believe this is the man
in the court yard at the Menger Hotel.

Original Photo in Jefferson, TX 

Jefferson, Tx

A solider at the Alamo, San Antonio, Tx.
The girl was really there leaning against
a pillar, but the solider was not. 
Apparition or Angel???  I know what I think it is.
In front of the dedication plaque on the ground in front
of the Alamo, San Antonio, TX 

The McPike Mansion, Alton, Illinois
Do you see the two faces in the window?

The Driskell Hotel, Austin, Tx
Reportedly a little girl fell down the
stairs at the Driskell and died.  Notice the discoloration on the right as you can see her dress.  Her face is above just below the man's hand.


Unknown said...

Excellent article about Apparitions.Well Done.

Becky said...

Thank you Ron. Coming from you that is a big complement! I know the grammar and punctuation aren't what they need to be, but I try to write so that the reader feels that I am talking one on one with them. That we are just two friends having a conversation. I want them to FEEL the experience with me the best way they can. Thanks again. And for all my readers please check out Ron on Facebook at Ronald Reeder "The Man Who Talks to Angels". He is a world renowned Medium!

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