ENID CEMETERY

This was a joint investigation of three different teams. I and Logan's group (Logan Corelli and I) , Christian Borthick's group (Chris, Logan Vukusich,and Dustin Cupit), and Bob Sorg's group (Bob, Nancy Rahm, Ehteena Stotts). We also had the cemetery's curator with us and her male companion. The whole focus of this investigation was the mausoleum, although we did get activity elsewhere in the cemetery itself.

Bob's group has been there before, they have gotten EVP's, disembodied whimpering, and K2 hits. They arrived at 9 PM, and already had some equipment out. They had the ovelis running, the thermal gun, and the K2 out. They were receiving activity from three of the headstones in front and to the right of the mausoleum. Mainly from a spirit called "Pete" who followed Ehteena everywhere saying her name on the Ghost Box.

Logan and I arrived at 10 PM, after having a lovely time with Logan's GPS, and consulting his Atlas. Because the directions seemed a bit off, yet we still managed to get there. When we were 17 miles away from the location (was looking at the GPS), I began to feel something. When we were 2 miles away, it felt like I was being jabbed in the stomach. When we reached the cemetery and I got out it instantly felt like we had a thousand eyes on us. It was almost like everybody in the cemetery was in attendance for the event. I also automatically picked up on the names "Ann Margaret, and Frank". Also alot of the spirits seemed to enjoy Bob and Nancy's company. While walking the stairs up to the door I was greeted by a disembodied, and husky, "Hey!".

Chris' team showed up at about 10:30-11PM, that is when the curator unlocked the mausoleum for us, and we began heading inside. When we entered I had a sense of peace, and lonliness. I didn't feel anything harmful at all. There were still pews out for a memorial service that had been held there not long ago. You could still feel the lingering emotions. We sat down in the pews and began doing a ghost box session. I have heard alot of spirits trying to speak at once on a ghost box, but the amount trying to come through was intense. I can't count how many times I had to tell them to "take turns" so we can hear.

We kept getting a man coming through who sounded perpetually frustrated, a woman named Anna, a man named Victor, and a little girl named Amanda. I also kept getting my right ankle grabbed by something with a strong grip and it was extremely cold. Ehteena kept putting the thermal gun on my ankle and was getting some amazing hits. Before we left for the basement we got Pete saying on the ghost box, "husband Ehteena's husband." Which spurred on going jokes for the rest of the night. I also told Amanda that we were going to go down to the basement and play games. Before I hit the final step in the basement, you could hear Amanda on the ghost box saying, "Will you please play with me?".

Mainly the activity we got in the basement of the mausoleum was on the ghost box, and we got the temperature gun to change colors a few times, also the mag light went on once.

We then ventured outside and I went walking on my own. Which I always do so I can communicate one on one with the spirits at the location. I walked through the graveyard saying, "We are not here to harm you in anyway. We are only here to communicate, and to prove to people that there is a life after death. To prove that you still exist, and to show people that you still matter." This confused one male spirit. He told me, "But we all go away in the end." So I replied, "Yes death is inevitable, it comes to us all, but that doesn't mean it is the end. All of you are proof to that." I am also very respectful and courteous especially in graveyards. If I step on a fresh mound or flat headstone, I say that I am sorry. I also ask permission before I sit down, and then thank them for their time. I accidentally stepped on a fresh grave while walking, and instantly heard someone say, "Becareful."

I came back and asked Ehteena if she would like to walk with me, and this time we brought the ghost box with us. We were walking and I asked, "Should we go straight, or go right?" We hear one spirit say, "Left", and another say, "straight". So we went to the left of the path, and kept going straight.

After awhile the curator asked if we could do a session at her son's grave. Her son was murdered on his motorcycle at the age of 27. We didn't get much, only, "Hey, mom, and Daniel". Although as we were heading to his grave, Logan C. saw two shadow figures come from the left of the mausoleum, and disappear.

Before we left Ehteena and I walked to the outside building where they hold the funerals. We went to the backdoor first, and I did the "shave and a hair cut" knock. Something on the other side of the door finished the knock. We decided to go to the front door, and do a scenario because it was about to storm. I knocked on the door, and said, "Excuse me. Can we come in? Its cold out and its about to pour down rain. Can you give us shelter?"
Suddenly you could see the curtain move, but that was it. It was almost like somebody looked outside and decided not to let us in. Hopefully we can investigate that building next time.

We all headed back to the mausoleum to grab our stuff, and say our goodbyes. As I was exiting, I heard a man call up from the basement, "Goodbye."

I can't wait to head back sometime.

THE GIRL CLOAKED IN ETHER

What I consider Ether to be is "spirit or soul energy". Ether is connected to everything and everything that is alive lives on Ether. All of magic or magical workings uses Ether, and spirits live on a plain of existence concentrated with it. This is how I speak to and work with Spirit Guides and other beings. I have a more concentrated amount of Ether that surrounds and permeates from me. I am always connected to the other side and I do not have the ability to shut it out. It comes and goes as it pleases, though I do have control what I do and do not let through.

Even though I give readings on all manners of things. I do not wish to be called any of the following, 'psychic', 'medium', clairvoyant', 'psion', and etc. If you have to call me anything, then call me an 'Ethereal Consultant'. It sounds ostentatious I know, but I don't have a better description for it. If you have a better one leave it in a comment below. I run a page on FaceBook called "Ethereal Whisperings" if you would like a reading then feel free to send me a message.

( https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ethereal-Whisperings/266367183467235?ref=hl )

Lately since I have been doing readings, I frequently get messages about people around me from my spiritual connections. All most all of them have been sad or worse. I don't know if it has to do with energy around these people. Or if it is just the nature of life's planning (aka Karma). All in all things in life unfold as they should and cannot be forced. When an astral or ethereal being gives you a message about current events or the future, they are usually the ones shaping your life. Sometimes they like where things are going and other times they want to alter it for whatever reason. Not all of the messages you get are from belevolent beings. Sometimes things of a malignant nature want to intervene in your life, and will disguise themselves so you detour. It is up to you to learn discernment and how to judge who speaks to you and how to interpret it.

I have also been learning about people's true natures from these readings. Some I am glad to see and others leave me heartbroken. Others don't faze me and others leave me flabberghasted. There have been times as of late where I am tormented so badly about what I am receiving that I cannot sleep. And even when I do manage to sleep, my dreams are plagued with visions. Don't get me wrong, I do get the nice messages where they make me feel warm and fuzzy. Yet since everything is in retrograde, I have been seeing the plotline of a horror show. Scary thing is it is only the beginning, and everyone's life is a chess board. I am just going to have keep some info a secret, and see how everything is played out.

I am just hoping that everything will not be destroyed and demolished. That there will be a foundation left to build on. Yet I see grave changes and everybody still has a chance to change their positions before it is too late. Question is, "Will they"? Those who have hidden agendas will be burned no matter what and they won't have a soul to help them. Those who are seeking genuine forgiveness will find it, only if they ask for it, and admit their faults. Those who are neutral will be dismantled for not being in the opposition. I see alot of failure for certain parties, and alot of reluctant victory for those fighting the good fight.

UPDATE ON THE ACTIVITY IN MY HOME PART 3

I use to have ocassional instances where I felt like somebody was in the room. Now it is on a regular basis. I am never alone, even when my family isn't around. I keep feeling the heavy presence of a woman and the detached presence of a man. I already know of the two men, and one woman the house came with. Somewhere along the line of investigating I have acquired the spirit of a small child.

Ever since I have put the rock from Arapaho on top of my fridge nothing stays up there for long. There is a Pro and a Con to this, I get the kind of activity I was looking for when I put it there. The con is that I have a mess to clean up regularly. And the things tend to fall off more when I am in the vicinity of the fridge. I don't know if it is Joseph or Eliza. Or if one of my other spirits is jealous.

I don't hear the noises in the attic anymore. Although I do hear walking through out the house, things being gone through, and door knobs being rattled. I have things go missing only to find them in peculiar places. When I go to bed at night I wake up to the feeling of someone standing next me or at the foot of the bed. I constantly see the figure of a crouched down child looking at me around corners, full on, not out of the corner of my eye. The child has light brown hair, and big brown eyes. I also hear the child laugh and talk when my kids are asleep or are not here.

While washing dishes I get the sensation of someone standing behind me or when I am doing laundry. There have been times I have felt someone sit down on the other end of the couch.

The cherry to my cake is still the unusual noises outside and now the thing that I saw outside. It was roughly eight feet tall, a blue black color, feline face, and eyes, long triangular pointed ears, claw like hands and feet. It had three silver bands on each wrist, and walked upright on two feet. I was closing my daughters bedroom curtain at bed time when something silver caught my eye, I stared out and saw it. It turned its head and looked at me. Then turned its head back around and stalked off across the yard until it got to the driveway and then got on all fours and bolted off. I am perplexed that I sat it at all, but I live in the city. So it is even more confusing. I am wondering, if it is the same creature that makes the dreadful noises at night?

(This is very similar to what I saw.)

UPDATE ON THE ACTIVITY IN MY HOME

Well for the past two weeks there has been a bit of a lull in activity. Other than the strange noises outside of my home that I have become accustomed to; lately we have acquired new activity. I have been hearing a child laughing in my children's room when they are not home or are in a different room. I keep seeing a short figure that is white-pink in color, it likes to walk in tight circles around me, I have also heard a child talking that wasn't my children, I have had items go missing, and the list goes on.

I already know we have one woman and two male entities in our home. So it is possible the child has always been here with us too and could just now manifest itself. It could have followed me from a location that we investigated, and it has chosen to stay. Or there is a possibility that the child like entity is not human and never was. I am not saying it is demonic in nature, just because something is 'nonhuman' doesn't make it 'demonic'. The entity could also have something to do with the strange noises outside. I only say this because when I pick up its energy it doesn't feel human at all, but it doesn't feel malevolent either. So right now it's a coin toss of what it could possibly be.

THE ROXY MUSKOGEE, OKLAHOMA

(This is a profile shot of The Roxy Theater. If you notice on the right corner there is a mural, it's kind of hard to miss.)





I remember being amped up for this investigation the entire week. It was a pretty exciting feel knowing what could possibly lie ahead. That in just a few days I would begin officialy in my dream career. I am always up for a talk on the paramormal and going out to a location. As long as I have the free time and money.

At approximately 5:45 PM on Saturday June 2nd, 2012 me, Tena, and BJ piled into John's car and headed out. We started the drive talking about the video cameras on the stop lights and the conspiracies behind them. Then John, BJ, and I began adamantly swapping experiences. Which in turn led to John and BJ showing off their EVP's. Which if you ever have the opportunity to investigate with John, you will realize how strong of a knack he has for EVP's. Tena and John explained to BJ and I about Boosty their residential ghost. Recently John and I are toying with idea that Boosty came from my house or Ken Boyer's property next door to me. We think this because John had never come in contact with Boosty until after his investigation at my house. We still haven't confirmed this. John plans on doing another Ghost Box session to see if there's any truth in it.

We made a quick pit stop in Seminole county at the Shell station there. So we could take a bathroom break and to grab some eaterings. While we were there I encountered some hitch hiking Bohemian Hipsters trying to make it to the last day of Rocklahoma in Pryor. I don't know if they ever made it, hopefully while playing 'Who looks the safest', they didn't wind up in a scenario similar to a horror film.

At seven o'clock on the dot we made it to The Roxy theater. I was super excited to meet Cathy, Dawn, and a few others for the first time. I also began to start my feeling out process before entering the theater. I really didn't get anything except for a hug from Cathy and Dawn. Yet after entering The Roxy I slowly began to feel what I call my "Dezzy Sense". Where my abdomen on up begins feeling tingly. I seperated from the group to do a personal tour, winding up in the stage area, and totally fixated at the ceiling. What struck me as odd was the ceiling in the main seating. It wasn't flat with sound pockets or domed. Instead it was pointed, triangular waves with sound pockets. At the time I thought I was fascinated with it because of it's oddity. Looking back now after the sensations I received, I realize I was picking up somebody's great dislike of it.

Around this point I had to sit down. My upper body had one massive electric current running through it. Almost like being electroshocked yet without the pain and my ears felt as if they were about to pop. This is when I met Oscar Ray a local celebrity. Oscar is known for short films, and various other projects. He inquired about what I was feeling, while Leif with MuskogeeNow.com who was behind me, used what I was feeling as an update. I believe he quoted everyone else correctly, but took a few things Cathy said out of context. When reporting you should record what your subject is saying so that you can quote them verbatim. Not assume that you are by bits and pieces that you choose to hear. Selective hearing can get you in trouble from some interviews.
I believe the oddest thing about Leif is he freely gushed about being a Free Mason and divulged alot of loose bits of information. I know a few Free Masons personally and from my understanding being a Free Mason is like being in Fight Club. The contenders aren't allowed to talk about Fight Club. I am hoping that Leif doesn't cause personal chaos for himself within the fraternal order.

Shortly after having a discusiion with Oscar about "Not really knowing people" and the tragic story of his friend's inner demons. I made my way upstairs to see what some of the members were up to. They were mainly setting up the equipment in the soundboard area upstairs or having a look around. I had a woman who worked for the city and who was watching the investigation open a locked door which we wedged open with a metal pipe. The room was apart of the third floor hidden seating and beyond that was the projector room. The third floor hidden seating was stifling hot because it had no air conditioning. It was also thickly coated in dust. Christian, Dawn, John, Tena, and Bj met me up there. We continued our base readings and looking for hidden areas. While searching for hidden nooks and crannies in the projector room, I found a chain running along the ceiling and disappearing into the wall. Everyone else was just as curious as I was and had me pull it. When pulled the chain opened up the air ducts and there was a hook in the wall to hook the chain to. So that you could keep the ventilation open. I also found a dumb waiter that was used to haul up film to the projector room instead of lugging it up countless stairs.

I joined Cathy and Oscar in a discussion about the after life and Oscar's first paranormal experiences. After listening to Oscar talk and seeing how he expresses himself. I realized that Oscar is an enjoyable person to be around. He gets down on your level while still being real and himself. He is very intelligent, articulate, and attentive. After swapping personal theories on time travel, akashic records (ironically one of the Free Mason's idealogies), and the goings on of the after life. We went outside to do a photo shoot manned by Oscar. Oscar set us up and us pose underneath The Roxy's neon sign. What was even cooler was that there was a full moon that night. Although Oscar got some beautiful shots, a couple of members were cut out.



(From left to right: Dawn Caban, Destiny Gonzalez, John Longan, Cathy Nance, BJ Riggs, and Christian Borthick)

We then went inside and took a few pictures on stage. Which in this one we managed to get all of the members thankfully. I think I look fat, I don't like this picture too much.




(In this picture from left to right is: Destiny Gonzalez, Dawn Caban, John Longan, Tena King, BJ Riggs, Cathy Nance, Christian Borthick, and Marc Hall)

After the photo shoot was completed our team of eight split into two groups of four. John, Tena, Bj, and I were on one team. Cathy, Chris, Dawn, and Marc were on the other. Our team was given the upstairs section, while the other team was given the downstairs section. We went into the the third floor hidden seating and asked the basic questions while John used the real time recorder. During the EVP session John captured the voices of a female and male in their late teens or early twenties. I had asked them if they knew that they were dead and on real time they responded with the female first saying, "Yeah." And then the male saying, "Yeah." What is even more creepy is that in one of the photos taken by a Muskogee Reporter. There are two faces to the right of Tena belonging to a man and woman. Also above Tena's head there is a face.



(This is the picture with the three faces. You can see Tena sitting and Oscar filming behind her. BJ and I are there, but we were doing an EVP session at the time. This picture was also on the MuskogeeNow website, you can find that article here: http://muskogeenow.com/story.php?id=2371 )

One of the main things about the third floor hidden seating are the metal rafters above. When we first entered the room there was no sound coming from up there until after a few moments of being up there. BJ and I tried to come up with a scientific explanation for that. Was it birds? Squirrels? Mice or rats? Wind? Street traffic? Nothing added up though, the noise didn't start until you entered the room, and stopped as soon as you left.

I decided to break off from the group and head into the projector room to see what I could get on the K2. Other than the Ghost Box, I am in love with the K2. During the time John was having complications with the Ghost Box. He was in the projector room trying his damnedest to get it to work. I walked around trying to communicate with something because other than the craziness in the rafters, and the real time recorder. We really had nothing so far. I didn't manage to get anything up there. John had left and went to Walmart. BJ had left and as I was heading down the stairs to the third floor hidden seating Tena was leaving. But before she left the K2 went crazy, all the lights lit up, and then began jumping around. I told her to hurry and get BJ or John. It was 30 seconds later when BJ came in and I told him what was happening. He and I sat down and began asking questions. We were told that the spirit had been there since The Roxy was built, that they were between fifteen and twenty years old. Also that there are ten spirits at The Roxy. Which could be quite possible, since it was built in 1948. During that session I began feeling tingly again and after the session as I walked off I felt something rub my arm which only intensified the sensation.

BJ and I decided to take a quick bathroom break. When we came back we received a hit on the K2 in nearly the same area as the first one on the steps leading to the projector room. John and Tena came back in. Around that time whoever was talking to us wanted me alone in the backroom of the projector room. Everyone else gave the thumbs up and so I went. As soon as I sat down I felt something enter the room, take a few steps, and sit down. It didn't want to talk on the K2, and opted for knocking on the wall. Tena didn't want me by myself so she came in and stood in the corner. I asked that since The Roxy was built during the segragation era if it liked "colored people". It didn't respond. I asked if it disliked them. It responded with a loud thud. I asked if Oscar's presence bothered it. It responded with another knock. I then proceeded to ask. Do you want Oscar to leave? It knocked in answer to the question. Since I was getting physical responses to questions I asked for it to show itself. A few seconds later an orb about the size of a golf ball that was white and shimmery appeared. In the area it appeared there was an audible bang on the pipe in the corner. As if it were confirming that it was there.

We decided to take another break. As I was exiting the bathroom I heard what sounded like a man clearing his throat. I asked some of the guys in the hall if they made a similar sound. They told me "NO" that they hadn't. As I made my way into the third floor hidden seating, I heard the clearing of the voice again. It almost reminded me of the old time movies of the movie usher's getting a patron's attention. Or a waiter getting a diner's attention. There was nobody there except for BJ and he was way up in the seating. We got some activity on the K2 just confirming that they were there, but nothing else on that. We did get them to cool us down, they liked touching BJ's head, BJ's hand, and blowing in his face. We killed the flash lights, and had shadows darting around in the rafters. The light anomaly appeared again this time in the seating area. The activity began to dramatically decrease for us. So BJ told them, "if you can make three lights light up then Destiny and I will leave." Sure enough three lights sparked to life. On the way down the aisle to the door it grew gradually colder as if we were being escorted to the door. By the time we reached the door it was cold enough for a coat.

By the time BJ and I got downstairs Oscar was ready to do individual interviews for his documentary. I took Speech and Drama in High School, I have goofed off with friends who had camcorders, and etc. But I have never been in a serious setting where I was going to tell the world who I am and what I do. I am a very social person, as well as a very intimately, personal person. I don't like talking about my sensitivity at length, I feel like it makes me look like an attention seeker. I would rather keep my mouth shut than seem like I want lime light. So all in all I can only describe being interviewed as 'NEW'.

After Oscar wrapped up the interviews. Our teams switched places, Cathy, Chris, Dawn, and Marc took the upstairs area of the theater. While John, Tena, BJ, and I took the stage area. That whole area from the stage to the dressing rooms was just eerie. From my stand point as a sensitive, I felt like I was being shoved into a tiny box. Almost like a box made of pressurized air and electricity. We tried to do a Ghost Box session in the far back dressing room, but the air conditioner made it completely impossible. So we decided to go to the back of the stage. In that area behind the curtain all felt uneasy. On the way to the stage I saw a grey mist go into the bathroom. I had who I believe to be Matthew repeating the Barber Shop knock on the metal sheet hanging from the wall. Although BJ and Tena couldn't hear it. I heard it plain as day. We communicated with an entity who called himself Matthew. He said that there were ten of them there. He confirmed what we were told earlier on the K2.

We only had a handful of time left and went into the first dressing room. I will be completely honest everyone hated it, but I LOATHED it. I was on edge the entire time, I couldn't relax, I couldn't stay still. I felt like an animal pacing in a cage. It felt like it was emanating from the bathroom. I tried to walk in the bathroom, but it felt like an invisible wall. It felt like if I tried to force myself through that I would be attacked. So I left it alone. I began wondering if anything inhuman was there. So I asked, "is there anything inhuman?" Everytime I asked Matthew said, "Yes." Everytime I asked if it was demonic, our equipment wouldn't work.

Just to let you know. We come to a location with an intense seriousness about getting a job done. Yet if someone or a group of someone's has set themselves up, we can't help, but take advantage of this. It is a golden moment. A complete free for all. Chris was that very opportunist that night. He waited until we were on that edge of your seat moment to see if our inhuman was a demonic. Not a word I use lightly. We heard a scratching, almost like metal grating against stone. We were a ball of tangible excitement. We asked for it to do it again as a confirmation. Of course we heard the sound again. BJ and I being the analytical people we are were rounding the corner to see what was in the hall. When Chris jumps out with a flash light under his chin like a Camp Counselor at a camp out. He yelled as he bounded in, "Time is up!" Of course we all screamed, even the men shouted. Although I believe BJ would have used me as a human shield if it wasn't Chris and it was an unimaginable from the fifth dimension.

Everyone gathered on the stage for a quick Ghost Box Session which was sensational. Not only did Matthew come through, what I am going to label the "dark energy" came through. A female told John, "I love you." What took the cake was Boosty. John's residential spirit followed him from Oklahoma City all the way to Muskogee. Boosty told us "Hi", called John his "ni**a", that he was "gettin high" with The Roxy's spirits, and told us to "stay cool" when we wrapped up.

In all honesty I felt like a horrible person. Before we wrapped up the Ghost Box session Matthew was begging and pleading for us not to leave him there with the "bad thing". That he wanted to leave. With it being a public place there is not much we could do for him. Although I pray for him on aregular basis and that he will find peace someday if he hasn't already.

Before we left I had a talk with Amy Lynn the city worker who was excited that I confirmed her experiences with my own. I felt really good in that moment that I could help someone like that. To have them know that they are not alone, that they have someone else out there who understands.

After packing everything back up into our vehicles like a magic trick. We all went to the local Denny's and shared what we had individually experienced. Exchanged other personal experiences. We weren't there for more than ten minutes when Cathy heard a whisper from an empty section of the dining area. We finished shoveling food in our faces and then went our seperate ways.

Of course on the way home with John, BJ, and Tena it was nonstop conversation until we hit the storm on the way back to the city.

All I can say is that I really enjoyed myself and can't wait to do it again.

MY VIEWS ON THE DEMONIC

I am going to give you a condensed run down on my perspective of this. Although demonics do influence a majority of people's lives, a full blown experience with all the bells and whistles. Are very few and very far between.

What I believe demonics to be. I do not believe the cliched notion that the demonics are "fallen angels". Angels whether they be fallen or not have their own bodies, whereas a demonic does not. I believe demonics are God's sinful previous creations before he created Adam and Eve.
In the Bible before God ever creates anything, it says, in Genesis 1:2 - "The earth was formless and empty, and darkness covered the deep waters. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the surface of the waters." How could God be hovering over water if there was no previous creation?

There are all different types of alarms that will alert you if have a demonic. But one sign, or even a handful of signs don't necessarily confirm that you have a demonic. It could just be a really malevolent spirit or misunderstood entity. Not all spirits are human or demonic. They can be human, animal, demonic, angelic, tied to nature, a cryptid, fey, or deva. Devas aren't necessarily fey or nature spirits. They are a focused point of energy or higher intelligence that is only concentrated on one thing. They are very narrow minded, and are only concerned with whatever type of deva they are. Like a rain deva is only focused on rain, and so on. Sometimes when people encroach upon land, they will more than likely encounter the wrath of a specific deva in that area. So not everything is seperated into "ghost" or "demonic". It is far more complicated than that.

Finding ways to alleviate a problem sometimes isn't as simple as a cleansing. Because a cleansing will not work on certain inhabitants of the paranormal realm. Though a majority of the time a cleansing does help or convincing a spirit to cross over.