Broken and new

My Christmas has so far included two breakages. First my tv which died Christmas Day evening and then two days later my washing machine flooded my kitchen. I've replaced both items at this point and hope things are back to normal. There was a cyber attack on gaming networks too which messed my playing up for three days. But not it's the no mans land between xmas and the new year, which I enjoy the best. I am chilling out to the max. Currently my boy is playing Shattered Dimensions next to me. We are both having a good holiday so all is well.  

At this stage I have nothing planned in my mind as regards self improvement for 2015. Off the top of my head I'd say, keep going to the gym and save money where possible to get credit card down. Simple stuff really. 

Dec 25th 2014

8a.m. Christmas Day. To wake up in my house alone on the morning of Christmas may sound like a sad, lonely existence but I know deep down that it's just another day. I saw my three kids (step kids included) for a couple of hours yesterday afternoon at the pub and I will have my boy after he's had his dinner today. It could be the worst thing about being from a failed marriage but I just roll with it. In my case I have grown to understand that I must adapt quickly to situations in order to conquer them. I will have my Christmas morning with him this afternoon and the following day with my brothers gathering. 

The truth is that it's just a Thursday in December. The even truer truth is that it's just one more unnamed revolution of the earth. 

Christmas is religious. I am not. 

It's all a facade. 

Nevertheless I will get up and have my time in the sun playing Call Of Duty and Destiny with the new players. 

I had the good news that my stepson is back home for good now after his troubles. It makes me feel happy that he's happy again. Plus he asked to come to mine when I return his brother home in a few days. I look forward to hanging out with him. My step daughter mentioned her desire to have moved out by next year or at least have plans. Their youth has now passed and they're ready to go it alone or at least try. I hope they don't fall from the nest as hard as I did. 

Coffee and thinking

My Sunday began at seven AM as I watched Goggebox in bed. I showered and ate two breakfasts whilst soaring through Arrow series 2. It was soon time to go to the cinema where I watched Penguins Of Madagascar and Night At The Museum 3. 

By this time I knew I wouldn't be bothering with the gym this once. It was cold, dark and wet. Instead I ate slow cooker sausage stew which I'd made on Saturday and played minecraft . I briefly played Destiny but got bored. I also played an hour of Knack until I got a diamond to please my son. 

To wrap up my Sunday, I watched Harry Potter 6. 

I was in a good mood knowing that Monday was going to be my last official working day of the year. Half day skive on Tuesday.

And now is Monday morning. I have a seven hour full colour job to assist through my printing press. The holidays are among us. 

Plenty of coffee and thinking is the plan. 

Nativity

I had two hours off work to watch my son's performance in Angel Express at school. The school nativity invariably stars a mixture of kids who speak so quickly and quietly that you can't hear them or with plenty of loud confidence. My son had enthusiasm left over from his early morning show, which his mum attended, for his afternoon performance which I went to. These kinds of things don't last long so you should try and go to them. My boss is understanding of this since he admits he went to far too few. 

We played with Power Ranger figures once home and the story involved time travel which seemed like a really complicated timeline. The evening flew by as usual and I watched a programme about quantum mechanics- which I really enjoyed. 

With the school run mastered again this morning and a final goodbye- love you- shouted across the school car park, I went to work. 

The day's been wet and dark outside. Inside Ive had a full days job on printing so it's been steady. It looks like I'll even clock in an hour or two overtime before I hit the gym. 

Mid December 2014. Gym, films and Minecraft (anything to avoid people)

Over the last few days I've been headphones deep in Minecraft. The troubles of the world at large can't reach me there. My stepson has had yet another teenage strop with his mum and stormed out to a friends. I tried to intervene but it seems this one has to play itself out. My little boy is suffering a cold this week but hopefully he'll be over it by tomorrow as it's his school play. As other people's lives evolve from one problem or concern to another, do I take pride that mine is in some sort of catatonic state? Or am I hiding from opportunity? 

I guess the best thing about life is that you don't know what's around the corner. A healthy dose of fear makes things interesting. As for the gym, I've lost fat from my mid section and yet gained weight. Half a stone in fact in six months. 

The year of 2014 has been lovely and hassle free. 2015 is gonna kick fucking ass. 

Weds nov 10

Went to the gym, wrote my diary, wrote my blog, watched Harry Potter 5 and played Call Of Duty AW to level 42. Boy, that was a productive evening. Two weeks until xmas eve and the news says there's a 'weather bomb' on its way. I listened hard to hear the explanation. Are terrorists now flying bombs over inside storms? Is a bomb going to go off in London and cover people in snow? No, it's just going to be windy. The media are good at stirring shit up. 

Remember the millenium bug? 

Tonight I have my son again midweek and that's got me in a good mood. I hope to play with toys together. Who will I play toys with when he's a teen? Oh brain.. Don't start!  

Gym Christmas audiobook mix.

I clung to my two hot water bottles like my life depended on it this morning, as the alarm woke me for another day at work. Once my feet hit the floor there was no going back. It was an easy day which had a segment of delivering for two hours. I took this opportunity to play more of my audiobook (The Damnation Game) and I now only have fifty three minutes left. The visit to the gym came with renewed vigour but a shorter time spent there. I blasted my allowed routine and crawled through heavy traffic towards home in the darkness and thick rain. I feel better today than I did on Sunday. Today is my stepsons 17th birthday. He was 3 when we met and he was a lovely little lad who sang Slipknots Wait And Bleed to me whilst doing some rock thrashing and most importantly, getting the words wrong. I rang him this morning and arranged our meeting on Sunday to see The Hobbit part 3. If I think too much about the dissolution of the family unit I will get upset so instead I will revel in the fact that I can still him and his sister when I like and still do.

It will be good to catch up with him. 

I've written my Christmas cards whilst sitting at my small lamplit writing desk and I think that is the last piece of the Christmas puzzle. I have Smashing Pumpkins in my headphones. There new album MONUMENTS TO AN ELERGY. 

It's no Siamese Dream. 

I have three hours left now to fill and have yet to decide what I will do. Hopefully when I post this and close the iPad I will know. 

Grinding to a halt

I'm still reeling from yesterday's feeling of the future where my son is all grown up and living his own life without me. He's at an age now where I see him across give days of the week and it's skipping through my fingers as the years pass. I know, I know, it's the same for everyone. 

But I must adhere to my own inner belief and LIVE IN THE 'NOW'! 

I am seeing him tonight and i can soak up his company and his loving cuddles. I must make each moment together memorable for the both of us. 

My boss is away today as he has a slipped disc which is probably down to age because he does enough walking to render him 'healthy'. It will come to me too. As I read from my iPhone screen earlier I realised I was pulling a face to focus the writing. Every day is a tiny increment closer to rotten body time. 

Christmas 2014 is upon us and we're not as busy as we used to be so there's neither a sense of urgency or a need to machines etc. This weekend my son and I hope to visit my gran who is 94 I think. Still with us, as is her 100 year old sister. Her sister however isn't in a good way and has recently been out into care. I hope I live that long. 

I'm still trying to complete my Doctor Sleep Kindle book and my audiobook of The Damnation Game. This week I will knuckle down and do a set time of both. 

I'm seeing my stepson at the end of the week to go see The third Hobbit film. He turns 17 tomorrow-yet another depressing thought.  

I'm still here. ..

I've been meaning to write, honestly I have. But I've been chilling watching Film after film, playing video games and reading. With Xmas close, I've enjoyed the build up to it without any pressure. 

My gym visits have slipped to the point where tonight has been like a refresher course due to injury outside of the gym. I just have to sleep funny on my shoulder and I'm fucked. I'm too old to get muscly or at least my body is. 

I don't truly believe that. 

I'm happy still, and that remains a surprise. My son is still all I am. He returns my love and fills my cups so that I need nothing else to be in charge of my demons. 

I'll try write again in a better time of day. Good night. 

Trivial Pursuit/Episode 7 trailer

My son and I went into the local town of Keighley on Saturday and it's been years since I've actually sauntered round there. I noticed 'change' in general. Shops replaced by other shops which I still use as reference markers. "Oh you know, by Woolworths", which went bust years ago. My mind is referring to a past age and I'm only 40. 

The town seems full of 'pound shops' in an ever increasing war of selling tat.  I did however find Halo 4 for £7 on the xbox 360 which is forgotten it was on. I played it for  twenty minutes before a feeling of ' nothing new' came over me. 

In the afternoon we played Trivial Pursuit for kids which we both enjoyed. My sons reading of the questions was an experience as his had to pronounce Napoleon, Socrates and the Panama Canal etc. 

we both learned stuff from playing.... Namely how I'm a bad winner as well as a bad loser. 

The biggest news this weekend was the first teaser trailer of Star Wars Episode 7!!! I had said two days earlier that I would not watch it in the hope of seeing the film and having it all  be a surprise. It took me thirty seconds of having it on my Facebook page before I'd clicked it. I instantly felt 7 again and boy that felt good.   

I've never felt so excited about a film in my life. 

I've watched it five times and read break down text on it by fans. 

2015 is going to be kickass!!

Weekend begins

I had a couple of hours more overtime last night and luckily it was easy work. Kerching! I went home and watched The Theory Of Everything while playing Minecraft. Ah, the life. 

Feeling refreshed today for the Friday feeling. I've a painless days work today too. 

Flash forward to right now and I've finished work. That's time travel in text form dudes. I'm sat outside my son's school once more with half an hour to spare. It's a very grey day today since the drizzle keeps spraying up on the cars. I had invited my stepson to stay this Saturday night but he had plans so maybe next week. 

I want my son and I to do something this weekend so we aren't just stuck indoors. He got his first letter through the post on Wednesday from his auntie. He said "I can't believe I've got my first letter" and then saw that it was two sides of an A4 so proceeded to ask me to read it out. 

I'm sat listening to the Adam and Joe podcast from Glastonbury 2011. I'm sat smiling and laughing in the van, seemingly to myself. 

 

Friday morning nov 21st. 2014

Four months of hitting the gym now and I did my first day of a three day split workout targeting 'push', 'pull' and 'legs' over a week period. I ache in a satisfying way this morning. To close my evening last night I went to the first day release of Hunger Games Mockingjay part 1 which seems to be the part where nothing happens. I've seen it and I've moved on already. 

I have a half day at work today and just one full colour job to concentrate on so I plan for a straight forward day with no pressure. 

Expect the unexpected though. 

My food intake will be mostly muesli until my tea because today I can have my 'naughty' meal. Could be pizza, I've not decided. 

6:57Am. It's dark and cold but the Friday feeling is burning through already.  

PPS paranormal investigation brings up no ghost.

Myself and one other team member headed to a house to investigate possible ghostly goings on last night, only to come up empty handed. This is to be expected and should happen from time to time. Not every house in the world will be haunted. The family hopefully feel better for the most part and yet I still had to let them know that I did detect unhealthily high EMF readings coming from the unused and faulty home alarm system. There are pages on the internet which highlight the dangers to human health from this problem and I hope that they can get that sorted. 

Exercise is bad for you,

On Sunday I awoke at 6:30am and got up to eat breakfast and drink a coffee in the hope that I could hit the gym fuelled up and ready to go. I watched 'Human Universe' for the hour leading up to the gym opening and then started my exercise. 

I was nearing the end of my workout when I suddenly felt light headed and dizzy. I slowly walked towards the changing room to sit down. Once sat down I felt sick too. I wasn't about to be sick but I had that hot yet cold sweat that comes before it. I rested my head on the unsanitary sinks in there and then realised I'd look awful if someone else walked in so after a look in the mirror I'd go sit on the toilet and close the door. My reflection spun as I looked at myself and it slots felt like a dream. But no, this was real. I was going to black out, so I better sit down quick. I leaned over the toilet but no retch came so I sat instead. I was sat but with my head on my arms across my knees. Thirty seconds later I felt a bit of respite. Another thirty and I could stand. Four minutes later and I felt normal enough to grab my things and leave. I wanted to be home. 

I had imagined myself found slumped in the cubicle and yet I still couldn't bring myself to notify a member of staff etc for help. 

The breakfast I'd had didn't prevent this from happening and so I told myself I'd never come to the gym in the morning again. 

I was fine for the rest of the day but it had scared me a little. 

Exercise is bad for you.     

PPS paranormal investigation write up from Glusburn.

Private House in Glusburn. 

23/10/2014

It was almost Halloween when I pulled up outside a home in Glusburn awaiting the rest of the team. It took me about fifteen minutes of self congratulating myself on my punctuality before I worked out that the team were already inside the property before me. When I entered, the reports of activity were in full flow. As I entered the house I found myself at the foot of the stairs and straight forward was the hall which led into the kitchen where everyone was gathered. On my right was the doorway to the living room. The family reported hearing footsteps in the house and even smelling odd smells such as LILAC and something like nail varnish or remover. But most compelling of all was a recording caught on a laptop when they had hoped to catch the footsteps. 

(The names of the family etc are changed in this write up). 

Nev got the laptop evidence up for us and told us we would hear the radio turn itself on in the middle of the night and then hear a voice say "I wish to speak". I started to record the laptop screen with my iPod camcorder so I could analyse the footage at home. The recording the family had made was an hour long before it cut off and it was fourteen minutes of silence in that the first noise was heard. This was said to be the radio being switched on. The family told us that they were in bed at this point. It was the next day when they listened back, not really expecting to hear anything at all. A radio dj is speaking for seconds only before the sound slows to a crawl like a vinyl record would sound if you applied pressure to the disc. Then we heard a male voice say "I wish to speak". Firstly the words were surprisingly clear, much clearer than I was expecting. Secondly the words were also slowed down which made me suspicious. My approach is always the same, start with rationality and see what doesn't fit. (I'll tell you what I found later) I listened on for five minutes as a voice slowed further making the words incomprehensible with only the family describing their views on the audio. At one point we were told there was a 'pig' noise and on another 'the spirit songs along to the radio'. 

"How long does this go on?" I asked as my arm tired of recording. "Until the recording ran out!" Nev said. In other words at least 45 minutes. We'd heard enough. I'd analyse it later. 

The team set up and I took some base line readings. In other words I found what the natural levels of the home were in order to see what alters once we start communicating. The usual kitchen hotspots lit up our meters and when I entered the living room I discovered an African Grey Parrot called Kenny plus a blip on my gauss meter where a wooden bureau stood. Next to that was a fish tank that I assumed I'd picked up on but I was wrong. The top drawer of the bureau led me to open it as I followed the reading. There was an item which was lighting up my gauss causing it to crackle slightly. I got a family member to lift the item out. It was a grey metal box similar to that which I imagine tobacco could be kept in and as it was lifted out, the bureau stopped giving a reading and the box itself still did. But ten seconds or so later the box also stopped giving a reading. Haunted objects themselves, it is said, can hold on to the energy of a spirit and be the crux of problems in home hauntings. I asked that this object be put near the ouija board for later. I found no other anomalies. 

Nev was eager to tell us about some research he'd done about the area and it became apparent that we wanted him to keep that info to himself in case he unwittingly led the team askew. I rang the singing bowl in the kitchen in order to boost any likelihood of EVP's. 

The room temperature was 19.6 C and the we started protection in the kitchen where our ouija board was. 

Si "If you'd like to make noises or show yourself..." Si explained different ways to communicate with us. 

Then Si knocked out hard on the kitchen table in the hope of getting a response. Next, he whistled and then went on to talk about our equipment around the house. 

As we got under way the family members said that there were breezes and chills felt at knee level which is commonly where spirits first are felt. In the quiet we could hear the flow of water as the house stood over a water way which again seems to be a thread with haunted locations. It appears that the flow of water is one of the energy sources a spirit can borrow from. Since a spirit is essentially an electrical current of some form, water would be conductive to some degree. "Was that a gauss click?"

The glass moved after a short time and Nev asked "Are you anyone who is around me?" 

The glass now moves in proper circles which can't be mistaken for the family all naturally putting pressure on.si steps in and calibrates the board, which is done successfully. 

Nev says he can feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Again, this static charge fits with an 'electrical' energy close by. 

Si "Are you the person who people see sometimes?" NO

"Are you the person who 'wishes to speak'?" NO

"Is the person who 'wishes to speak' still in the house?" YES

"is that person male?" NO

"Are you linked with anyone in this room?" NO

"Did you live in this house?" NO

"Were you anything to do with the land here?" YES

"Are you male?" YES

"Would you please give us your first name?" I

'"I?"

Kevin "Surname maybe?" The glass rotates around NO which usually means the answer NO underlined. 

"What year was it when you passed over?" No answer. 

Si "How many of us can you see around the table?" 6. 

Si "...err....how many living then , just to be clear?" 5.

   Was the spirit including itself with 6?

"Please take the glass to where you're stood" The glass God to between easier and Nev. 

"So you have something to do with the land?" YES

"Did you own the land?" YES 

"Were you a farmer?" NO

"Did you rent out the land sir?" NO

We point out that the movement seems aggravated. 

"You seem angry sir" NO

"Oh, are you excited?" YES

"Do you just visit here?" YES

"Are there any others here wanting to speak to us?" YES

"Do you have any message to pass to us?" K-I-L-L-E-D

"Did you kill somebody?" NO

"Were you killed by somebody?" YES

"Can you spell out a word to help us understand what that was over?" L-A-N-D

The glass then spells L-R-J. We don't know why or if it was relevant. 

Communication seems to lead us to think a few people were responsible for 'i's' death. 

"How many people tricked you?" 3

"Were any caught for their crime against you?" DON'T KNOW

Kevin "what year was this in?" 1851

"Was your body found?" NO

Nev "Are you in the river?" YES

Chris "so your energy rune under this house perhaps?" There is a big burst of energy from the glass. 

Kevin "Is there some way in which we can make things beeper for you sir?" J-U-L-Y

Chris "What about July?" W-I-W-I-W

There are two other spirits in the home with us at this moment so Si has the one at the bard agree to step back. 

Si "Is this still 'I'?" NO

"Is this a lady? YES

"Are you the person who 'wishes to speak'?" YES

"Were you aware that people could hear you?" No answer. 

"Are you associated with this house?" YES

"Is that because you once lived in this house?" NO

"Are you associated with anyone around the board?" YES

Is it someone with their finger on the glass right now?" NO

The glass actually identifies Kevin but then admits it's 'playing around'. 

Chris "If we caught a smell of you, what would you describe the fragrance as?" F-L-O-W-E-R-S

Now if we were actually leading the glass, I'd have expected us to write lilac or lavender as these had been spoken  aloud earlier and so would be in our subconscious and would be what we all collectively expected the glass to write. I found it interesting that a word came out which was independent and yet relevant to the claims. 

In my peripheral vision I saw a flash of light on the k2. Upon review I heard the clicking sound of a mobile phone signal interruption. 

Chris "Are you a relation?" No answer. 

"Is it a lady you are associated with?" YES

"Can you tell me her name?" The glass slides to GOODBYE unfortunately. We plead for the spirit to hang on a moment longer but it spins around NO. 

Si "Are you getting annoyed with us?" YES

"Are you a little scared of us?" YES

Chris "So what do you know about the third spirit?"

Jean "Are you here with 'i. w.'?" YES

So "Can you see the other spirit?"YES

"Is the other spirit a male?" NO

"Is it an adult?" NO

"How old would you say she is?" 8

"And how old are you yourself?" 47

"Do you know how old I.W. was?" NO

Chris "can you make a guess maybe?" No answer. 

Nev "Do you sometimes have a dog with you?" YES

Si "Was it your dog?" 

Nev "Was it a dog which belonged to someone who once lived In this house?" (May be a leading question.) 

I get a strong smell of deodorant all of a sudden and Sue says she smelt it earlier. Nobody seems to be able say if it was their scent. 

Nev "Is the dog's name Scamp?" YES

"Are you the person who we capture on our recordings?"

"Are you Debbie's mum?" NO

Chris "What colour is Scamp?" (I'm after proof since spirits can seem to go where you lead them, probably for fun.) 

The glass spins and spins. 

Kevin "What breed of dog was Scamp?" (Another good proof question) DON'T KNOW

Nev "Is Scamp a small dog?" 

"Is Scamp a terrier?" 

Si "It's getting annoyed"

Si suggests that the spirit just play with the board and the glass travels wildly and spins. 

"Can you change direction" it does. 

"Can you twist on the spot?" This shows the group that the glass can twist under the fingers irrespective of their fingers falling over eavh others. Then the glass twists back the other way. 

The lady of the house joins to put her finger on as she's just been spectating. The glass spins with her finger on too. Only the family have their fingers on at this point. 

Meg "Are you any relation to mum?" YES

Si "Had you passed before THIS person could know you?" YES

"Are you looking after this house?" YES

"Are the other spirits any trouble? " NO

Nev "Are you thre a family?" NO

Kevin "Do you all get on well?" YES

Nev "Do you just visit here?" 

Si "are you still there?"

I head towards asking spirits to calm activity down for the family but in doing so it becomes clear that the family will continue to encourage communication as long as the spirits don't mean harm. 

The spirits express that they are starting to trust the team now.

Si asks the spirits not to startle the family. 

Kenny the parrot starts 'woofing' leading to the remark "Don't worry about that, it's just the parrot barking" 

You don't hear that everyday. 

We have assessed that there are no bad agendas here. 

Chris "Is there any other way of giving us evidence that you're here"

Kenny "Eh-SHUT UP"

Kenny the parrot seems to have livened up when the second spirit came to the board. 

Si knocks out hoping for a reply but only Kenny knocks back. 

I ask the board about the grey metal box which gave off a reading. It was Nev's dads. 

Si "Is there a spiritual energy attached to this box? YES

Chris "What was their name?" 

Nev Are they male?" 

Chris "Just be careful of leading questions to what you expect"

Si "Do you know their name?" YES

I suggest we say a list of names. 

Nev "Is it David?" NO

"Stephen?" NO

"Brian?" YES

"Does Brian wish to talk to me now?" NO "that's ok" 

"Does Brian visit here?" YES

There is a delay between question and answer which signifies the question being passed on and an answer being granted. 

"Has Karen's dad been here?" YES

"Do you know his name?" (Give choices) 

Nev "Peter?" NO

"Alan?" NO

"Jack?" YES

"Has Jack any messages?" NO

"Is Jack with you?" NO

The glass moves from left to right to left to right fast. 

Kenny "I'll see ya in a bit"

We allow the glass to play 'lose your fingers' as the glass moves so fast people' hold flies off. 

We close the board and close protection. 

***upon analysis of the family's laptop audio I sped the recording up until a mans voice said "I wish to speak" and can attest that it wasn't Nev speaking. The audio played on and I identified it as a local radio station's news talking about a story in Halifax right up until a record is played. The audio from this point slows further causing me to speed it up even more to hear it normally. There is a record playing on the station and the noise identified as a spirit singing along to the song (plus what was wrongly labeled as a pig noise) is merely the records vocalist. 

What we are left with is the anomaly of a radio stations output being slowed down, which is staggering as it's not a physical medium to be meddled with by the family and then an Evp of a male voice. The clip shows no signs of cuts or fakery as it changes speed into three sections. We had a female spirit take credit for the male voice which I can't explain. 

A fascinating clip when all's said and done. 

There were no other Evp's caught on our recordings. 

C WHITEHOUSE 2014.  

 

Interstellar

The Earth is doomed and humanity is staring death in the face. We need to find another Earth. Matthew McConaughey is  a farmer these days but once was a pilot. One day he is off to parents evening and within a hop, skip and a jump he's leaving his kids behind. "See ya, i'm off to save mankind, yee ha".

It's been said already...but I agree...it's CONTACT meets 2001. 

Now I am a person who could happily watch six hours straight of Wonder Of The Universe and then Stargazing Live without having my enthusiasm for the subject wain. I lap up books like A Brief History Of Time, Biocentrism and Quantum Mechanics because it's damn fascinating. 

But it's certainly not everyone's cup of tea. 

 This film falls in my ball park, and yet, if anything, it's HOLLYWOOD trappings which made it all too 'obviously film like'   were like bumps in the road. Imagine Brian Cox doing a three hour programme where he gave an Oscar baiting speech where he was in tears. To me, amongst the brilliant space scenes where just like 2001, the silence and vastness of space is effectively used, the dramatic scenes delivered by the actors brought me back down to Earth as they tried to outdo each other. Once more, it's also been said that there's only one man on the mission who seems to know how space works and it falls to him to explain it seconds before they need to know. 

Black holes and worm holes are great things to base a film around the sheer wonder of it all is something I thoroughly enjoyed. But the drama back on Earth was a weight around its neck. 

Within the first three minutes ish there is a happening involving a bookshelf which immediately had me think "oh that's going to turn out to be because...." and two and a half hours later I was proved correct, delivered in a big reveal way which had me thinking 'did anyone not know that?'. 

I place the film in the 'really good' category but certainly not in the great category. I've seen it, I enjoyed it, now on to the next film. It seemed to be ending for ages and i rolled my eyes three times in the last half an hour as every loose strand seemed to get neatly tied up. 

I prefer Inception and Memento. 

Good but not great. Half an hour too long. 

Brief blog before bed

My son couldn't wait to get back to my house and play FABLE some more now that he's finished story mode. His youthful energy and wide eyed fascination over learning is intoxicating. The evening went so fast together and was rounded off with him reading all his reading book in one sitting. I put him to bed and watched 'What If' starring Radcliffe and Kadan, it truly warmed the cockles of my heart. There's six weeks left until Christmas and finally I got a handful of overtime last night. It's all about the money now as I try to save up to move in a year or too. Maybe. 

I haven't been to the gym in five days and I need to jump back in quickly to stay motivated. I want to be buff by summer of next year, at least to a degree that I can notice. Lots of eating and lots of lifting between now and then. 

A week in my life (1995)

A WEEK IN MY LIFE (1995) 

On this day 19 years ago it was a Friday and I was 21 years old. Even though I lived in Keighley I found myself on a pub run with my pal Ste R at our Bradford haunts which basically was a run of quiet pubs in which we could talk and enters tin each other. We went from The Lord Clyde to The Commercial to The Exchange to the Cobbles before getting a taxi back to Keighley for £13 in those days by 12:45am and in to the Rat Trap night club. This  is all taken from my diary. I had a girlfriend at the time who I shall, refer to as G. G was blonde and petite, in other words just my type. When we met up with her and her friends in The Rat Trap, she was very drunk. Now girlfriends are one thing but drunk girlfriends are another. Annoying to be exact. The way she draped herself on me got on my nerves pretty quick. Naturally, all these years later, now I'm 40, I feel far more tolerant of such quibbles but my young self could be a dick. 

G lived a couple of streets away and I'd been with her for all of 6 months which would be nothing today but at 21 seemed like 6 years. I've come to understand my failings with others in the recent years but back then I only knew what and how I felt at that exact moment. G stayed at my house that night and soon collapsed into sleep until the morning. I lay in my bedroom which oddly also had a free standing shower cubicle and those storage heaters with the bricks in which are shite. It was a depressing house but I was also happy to have a place of my own. I remember the curtains were on,y held up by some of the hooks. It was only when I was sorting it out to move out that I briefly had those sorted. I had no idea why I hadn't sorted them sooner. 

Sleep took me and I dreamed drunken dreams in a smelly bed. 

Long weekend with son 2014

With work out of the way after an hours overtime I called into Aldi for a few bits. It was terribly busy and xmas paraphernalia was abundant. It was a great feeling to have wrapped most of my xmas gifts last night. To see the throng battling with extra shopping made me so glad that I needn't tackle this bedlam too often again this year. 

The rain has arrived and the grey clouds rolled in above which makes for a normal November look. I drove along to be outside my son's school whilst listening to Frank Skinner's podcast via Absolute Radio. I listen to a handful of podcasts and the chatter makes me feel like I'm in company. 

I felt good today with the stained muscled feeling after a good workout yesterday. It being Friday helped obviously and the three day stretch with my son is a wonderful prospect. His mother is going away I presume, for her birthday and so I get him all to myself. I had the thought of travelling to Leeds tomorrow but I'll have to see what my son makes of that. 

Cod:AW has put me a little behind on my tv series but I believe in doing what makes you the happiest at the time since any day could be your last. 

This rain is becoming harder on my metal van roof. People walk the streets with hoods and umbrellas. I'm very lucky to get a works van and I do appreciate that fact every single day. 

Xmas in the bag.

The gym two hours was filled with mostly cardio as I watched RHLSTP podcasts, 3 in fact, ending on Steve Coogan. The I played more of Advanced Warfare which is the great new Call Of Duty game. I got a high score of 7 on Team Deathmatch followed by 10! 

This is shit compared with everyone else but I was happy with it. 

Whilst watching The Apprentice (a programme where you get sacked BEFORE YOU GET HIRED) I wrapped xmas presents which puts me so far ahead and in control that it'll be an anticlimax I imagine. 

I have my son for the next three days and I'm looking forward to that. I hope the weather stays dry as I have plans for us to hang out with a friend and his daughter. 

#tiredbody. 

Fable over bonfire

Last night was bonfire night in England. My boy wanted us to play 'Fable' on the xbox where we finally arrived at the Arena challenge. I kitted our character up as best I could and we headed into battle. By round seven I wanted to leave the arena to buy health potions but my son pushed me to not quit. By the skin of my teeth I won without a rest and was awarded the maximum gold. If I'd have played it alone (which I have done- I've completed it twice alone years ago), i would've ducked out about round five and replenished supplies. Thanks to my son, he pulled us through to victory. I was proud of him- and us. 

We missed the fireworks and yet I'm not sad as the paper shows the accidents caused by the odd yearly celebration of playing with fire and putting a makeshift corpse on top. 

 

Time fillings

I have had a trying day at work with a job which wanted to make me kill myself but ultimately failed. "I win!". 

I am gym bound very very soon....to the land of sweat and machismo where the worlds foulest toilets dwell. The whole place has a stench to it and you can feel the grime on everything you touch. 

The males pout in the mirrors like their own biggest fans. They throw the weights on the floor in a way that suggests it's cool to do so but it actually makes them look absolute cunts in my eyes. 

There's far too much preening over their own reflection if you ask me. 

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I crushed my muscles in just over an hour and then ant home to continue COD: AW. It's the best Call Of Duty game so far. 

I could lose myself in the latest games I've bought this year for weeks and weeks and there's many other things which take time to best enjoy. 

Time is made to be filled. Although Biocentrism tells me that the only true notion on time is right now, as yesterday is now just a memory and tomorrow is just anticipation of what will be. 

Call Of Doodie?

Call of Duty Advanced Warfare arrived today and the campaign started brilliant. I played a couple of levels and switched to the online team death match which was also brilliant. I didn't lift a finger on write up to be honest. There was a chill to the days air today which had been missing last week. It's stop inside weather. 

Christmas talk loiters in people's minds as plans are made for present buying. It feels good to not have to stress about xmas. I need to buy no dinner or gubbings for the day itself and have only a few gifts to sort. 

I sit here in bed with tiredness fast encompassing me. Tuesday tomorrow which means gym and free night. 

I now weigh ten stone. Up from nine and a half, although my body has shrunk. Does this mean I'm putting on muscle mass from this point on? I am able to fatten up for the winter anyway. 

Ok that's all, I need sleep. 

The magical forest.

Due to my son and I hibernating on Thursday on my day off, we were dressed and out to St. Ives park by ten AM on Saturday morning. It had been the warmest  Halloween since records began yesterday and the sun broke through the trees warming our faces as we walked and played FABLE amongst the orange brown branches. His American accent broke the quiet. It was the one which he'd picked up from too many American tv series. We soon trudged up to the play area and the autumn dew made for excellent building sand in the sandpit. I allowed him to get dirty rather than chastising him as his mother probably would. The day was magical and I took photos to hold the day forever. 

Once home we continued with Fable on the xbox until the scratched disc froze for the second or third time causing me to order a replacement online. 

We had a few play fights which always defended into hugs and laughter. I revelled in his company and he enjoyed mine. You couldn't find two happier people. 

His tomfoolery makes me genuinely laugh and he's the first EVER person who I find funny. I've laughed at people in the past but never taken joy from them as I do my son. 

The dark nights drew in as people walked down to tonight's firework show in Silsden. Next week my son is with me Friday until Sunday and we can't wait. 

It's 6:55pm on a Saturday night and the house seems deathly quiet apart from the ticking of a wacky clock which my mum bought me for my 40th. I have programmes to watch on my kindle naturally and also podcast, audiobooks and books to lose myself in. Tomorrow contains more of the same along with the gym and the cinema double bill of NIGHTCRAWLER and OUIJA. 

I will know disappear into a world between a set of headphones. Goodbye. 

Reviewing and chillaxing.

I hit the gym after work but didn't do cardio. I didn't have the energy left anyway to be fair. Once I'd eaten and watched the latest episode of The Walking Dead I made myself finish my dictaphone review of the ghost investigation last week in Glusburn. I even reviewed my line vigil from Bradford Warehouse case. Sadly no evidence EVP wise was heard. 

I'm so looking forward to tomorrow night as it's the start of my day off break with my son. It's not much but it's better than nothing. I don't know what we are doing because he will only put his foot down if I make plans. My mood is a positive one and I'm trying to keep eating better. I'm also being mindful of drinking coffee late in the day. Since the clocks went back I've felt more naturally awake. 

I just settled down to ps4 Minecraft whilst watching Human Universe and a damn update has slowed down my progress to an almost standstill. 

I trust you are well and happy wherever you are, and if not, change things. 

Happy

I used my Sunday after the gym to clean my house. Not just the usual dust but the skirting boards and the odd cobwebs which sneak up on you. I had one friend visit me and the following that I visited another friend. When you add washing and vacuuming the van, it left little tv time. It was still a rather pleasant change though I admit. 

After last weeks investigation in Glusburn I find myself starting the review of the evidence, buoyed up with the news that I shall be returning to investigate Hack Green Bunker but his time with Karl and Yvette of Most Haunted. 

I'm really looking forward to that. It could be argued that their programme was the tipping point to get me where I am today- investigating wise. 

I have one mate who is elbows deep in doing up his families new home and my other is reliving his twenties with booze and different girls on the go. It all sounds like hard work and has made me relish curling up on the sofa with a tv programme or a good book. I've cancelled some more subscriptions today and don't think there's really anything else to cut. 40 really does seem to represent a new phase for me. 

I don't want to slip into too much of a comfortable mindset though as I want to improve my appearance rather than go to seed. I'm never going to be attractive but I want to still try where I can. 

I'm enjoying not spending and I'm enjoying being quiet. 

Happiness is the most important thing. 

A future comes into view

After a short conversation at work, I was led to do two things. Firstly, oil one day off with my son over his OCTOBER holiday to reduce the guilt a tiny bit that he has to go to school holiday club when off school. 

Secondly, I looked at houses to rent in denholme which led me to see a 3 bedrooms house with off road parking and other attractive offerings, all for the same as I'm paying. The biggest plus of all is that it's the village next to my son, about ten minutes away rather than the thirty which I currently am. 

But as good as this discovery was, I'm in no financial position to move and still have my 'yearly' contract to see out. 

The ball started rolling in my brain and the finding has worked as an incentive to fuel my saving up. I cancelled Lovefilm and Empire magazine subscription and thought about how to further save money. The thought of living nearer my boy and step kids is a pleasing one. But truth be told, Denholme is neither as pretty or as tranquil as Silsden where I currently reside. 

The basic thing about this all is that I now have at least one plan for my future. Something to aim for. 

My worry though (and there is always some cloud) is that I have no actual problem with where I am, plus I rent off my boss, who I'll have to disappoint by moving out. I'm sure he'll find some other tenant mind you. 

All I really need now is more overtime. 

The gym is finally showing results I can see. Is this down to my recent whey powder? Doubtful, not so soon. I can't see myself buying a second tub. Not now that I'm saving up. If I moved I'd probably have to leave the gym too which would save me £20 per month. Although, you have to have something for your pleasure. 

Gogglebox

I had mentioned the programme Gogglebox to my family this year and they had got into it after saying the concept was daft. Well today I watched my first episode of it on 4OD which led to me watch ever available episode in one day. I bloody loved it. Best programme ever. 

Now I do love my sundays but I've not laughed so much in one day as I have today. That's not all I've done, I should express. I went to the gym at 8:30am and felt physically sick and dizzy when I pushed myself too far. I think it was because of no breakfast but just a protein shake. 

I also went to the cinema to watch IRA drama '71. 

At home I watched Arrow series 2 too. 

Great day. 

Weekend again

It was great to see my step daughter last night as I took getting see 'Annabelle' which she cowered in her seat through. She's got important decisions about her education to make and is feeling the pressure. Luckily I wasn't faced with such options. That's the benefit of not being bright. 

I dropped my son a chocolate rice pudding in and his face lit up which made me feel so happy. 

The week crawled to an end and I feel I haven't watched as much this week. I'll make up for it this weekend though. The gym is like a black hole of time as I try push my body to grow. The only place I've seen results is my arms and since I haven't eaten sugar for three months and have proteined myself up to the eyeballs, I find that a tiny bit disappointing. 

The weekend has landed after two hours delivering straight from work. I listened to the Adam and Joe podcasts from 2011 I think, laughing to myself as I drove. This is my second time around them all but I've forgotten most of the material. Podcasts bring me weekly joy as I drive around. 

Right now though I'm parked up one hour early, outside my son's school as I watch The Strain on my Kindle. I love love love catching up on tv series over the weekends. I have eaten makeshift honey on wholemeal bread sandwiches concocted from what I'm taking back home today. But I'm looking forward to tonight's pizzas which is my one cheat meal of my weeks allowance. 

So, cinema, gaming and playing with my son is what is in store for me over the next two days. 

Sounds great. 

Watch watch watch and bored son.

My day started at 6am as I watched The Strain in bed followed by True Detective. The clock started ticking and the need to plough through tv series before the cinema was strong. I drove to the cinema and watched my second Hindi film ever called Bang Bang which I found out was a remake of Knight And Day. This was followed by The Maze Runner which I really enjoyed. I was relieved to get out if the cinema and pick up a tub of Whey Protein powder from the gym. Yeah, yeah I said I wouldn't do that......I don't know what to say. I knew I would at my brothers when I heard my nephew was trying to get into it to bulk up. I wanted a part of the action. 

My eating was all over the place today and I stuffed tea down followed by a shake and then hit the gym. I was far too full to realistically not feel shitty after. 

The day was run out with gaming such as Destiny and Minecraft  as I listened to podcasts. 

Another day alone watching stuff and occupying myself. But, in all honesty....another happy day. 

I hope this week is a quiet one finishing off series and reading. 

A quiet life. A happy life. 

One thing I would like to write is that this weekend I worried my son was getting a bit restless with me because he had played with his toys, we had played as characters and played on ps4, yet he still wanted to do something new but refused to go swimming, the cinema or park. He had a mental block when I asked him what he did want to do. 

I worry that this is what's to come. I'm an adult and he's a kid and there will be a gap that is more apparent at some ages and not others. Perhaps the answer is to force him out of the house. 

Gym supplements or not?

I told myself I'd never go down the supplements route to get a bigger body.....and I still haven't. I did however have a conversation at the gym where I stated that 'supplements just seem to turn you into a fat fucker'. This was my opening reasoning for not bothering. What I was told in return is that once you start taking Whey powder for example, you have to keep taking it, and the minute you cease, your body will slowly reduce to the ordinary size. Ultimately your body self regulates to its natural state. That's a lot of money to flush away for basically nothing. 

Instead I will try and eat more although my luck with the 24 hour Asda is making that difficult. 

24 hour Asda seeming to mean it's open only 24 hours a week. 

Saturday nights, shut. 

Sunday mornings, shut. 

Sunday tea, shut. 

Monday morning, shut. 

I went on Tuesday morning and they were literally on fire and so shut again. 

It reminded me of Only Fools And Horses "I thought you said this was open 24 hours a day"

"Yeah, but not at night".

I need to relax my gym thinking. By that I mean just be comfortable that I'm lifting weights each week and my body will respond as best it can. I have no goal, really. I certainly don't want to throw more money at it. 

Having watched Gone Girl tonight I now look forward to a weekend at the cinema playing catch up. I'm inundated with media to get through but it's all good. The world outside my bubble seems full of fighting and disagreeing on a world scale. Why can't we all just get along? 

Within my bubble it's soon my sons parents evening followed by an early Halloween party at school. He's happy and that's the only thing which matters. Because of that, I'm happy too. Outside of that I don't see what I've got to give to others. My life is self reliant on doing what I want only. I kept asking myself if I'm wanting company but the idea peters out when I do anything.  

Oh well, my body aches satisfactorily and so I must try and sleep now even after coffee and toast. 

Son and chill time.

My son has been with me an extra evening this weekend and I also received the offer to have him two extra hours as standard every Saturday. This is good news for me and although I always fear the changes ahead,this one has proved my theory wrong. Some change is good.

I had plans to take him to York but all my explaining why it was cool, caused him to dog his heels in and say he wasn't interested. I felt guilty mostly for us not making the most of our day although I did get him to come to the park. Outside of that we played 'adventures' as we made a tent in the living room and explored the house as of it was jungle. Mostly though he had us playing two player KNACK. At the end of the day I know he was totally happy doing what we did. 

As I say, we went to the local park and upon each visit to the children's play area I overheard young dumbasses loudly swearing as they tried to impress their crowd. Every park seems to be strewn with vulgar graffiti and language which is not for the ears of the youngsters. The young aggravate me who are like that. My sons innocence is the last vestige of paradise In my life and I don't take kindly to it being threatened. But neither can I punch a child in the face for being a child. 

With my son in bed I am sat watching The Strain on my Kindle. I'm only watching two main programmes at once this month. The other being True Detective which is great. My chill time has been lessened lately with one investigation or another plus my stepson suddenly staying over. I have one more hurdle of an investigation to do and I will try and take the rest of this year off. I don't take holidays from work and so I deserve evenings to myself. 

Feed the muscle starve the brain

Another day starts and the eating every two to three hours continues. It's a routine now as much a part of my day as sleeping and going to the toilet. But routine is a good thing to me. It centres me and is a rock I can cling to. A port in my daily storm. I'm not a man of spontaneity. I don't like surprises because my time is so specifically calculated that it only interrupts that which I had planned.

My focus these last two days have been my impending haircut. I'm considering going for a shorter clipper length than my new move to a number 4 and 5. Is 3 all over too drastic? Will it reveal my thinning crown too much?  These and other such stupid worries keep my brain full through my working day. Probably because I'm not engaged with a film or game. 

Soul progression.

A lovely time with my son playing together and making masks led onto an evening where the cinema times didn't match my plans. This was fine though and although i deliberated going to the gym to do cardio, I in fact cracked on with films and TV followed by Destiny gaming. It's always bitter sweet once my boy's gone home. I miss him immediately but take heart from the knowledge that he wouldn't want that. I know it's only a day and a half until I see him again. I often have to check my thoughts and remind myself that many dads have to wait until the next weekend. 

I also have to acknowledge the fact that I am selfish at heart and need time just for me. 

This is why the current breakdown of time works forms so well. But it doesn't lessen the guilt, especially when he himself says he doesn't want to go to his mums again. 

When I feel like this I usually ask to have him two nights in a row. 

I went to the gym this morning and pushed it as far as I could. I'm giving it my all and eating like a horse. It takes so much effort to change your body, it's staggering really. I went to visit my grandma and she described her skin as being like paper and told me 'not to get old'. This was because she'd taken a plaster off only to rip good skin off with it. This was on top of the story of her older sister who now doesn't recognise my gran when she sees her. Her sister talks about invisible animals in the room amongst other nonsense. The only way to avoid getting old is to die before it and I plan on avoiding that. If I can watch films then I'm still good. 

It's made me desire even more than I try, to enjoy time with my young son whilst innocence still shines from him untainted by the darkness of the world. He is already a better version of me and I dread the corruption of his character by others hurting him. Although isn't that the only way which our soul learns skills and therefore progresses? 

 

Deep in self.

Floating in a void of self, I lose myself daily in a succession of tv series episodes, podcasts, books and audiobooks which entertain my brain leaving the usual work, gym and sleep to fill the blanks of life in, for that is the true order of our time. Work is not a choice as such, but rather a necessary evil. I had a friend call last night, a fellow 40 year old lamenting his lost youthfulness as he converse with workmates who were not born at the time of moments he references in conversations. 

I guess everyone is a dying breed constantly. 

It was good to have a friend call but we both laughed at our antisocial choices of being happier in our own company. His tales of family worries and day to day bitching made me yet again understand I'm better off out of it. 

Solitude and loneliness are close relations no doubt but exhibit different outcomes. 

One is chosen and the other is forced upon you. 

Today my son realised that while in his car seat he could reach the automatic window button. He has always used his foot to lower his window since the button is near the gearstick. The realisation of growth (plus his fast shortening trousers) gave us both an excited satisfaction that we'd mentally logged this historic point. Like any parent, I fear my child growing up but at the same time celebrate these moments with him. 

I visited my grandma today (94) who told me that her 'skin was like paper' as when she ripped off a plaster who skin came with it. Add this to the conversations with her 100 year old sister being almost gibberish because of her bleeding on the brain, and it's left me with a new fear of the end of my life. My forties arrived and so will death. I only hope it is at least another 50 years away. 

Sometimes I question whether I'm fully living at all. The voice in my head debates with me that you are only alive if you are in a relationship. But for the most part I know this to not be true. 

Do we really need others to validate our existence? 

PPS write up

Bradford Offices 2014

Visit 3.  

Cellars.

The team descended into the cellars and set up our equipment on a Thursday evening. We were joined by 'Phil' again after our last visit to an upper floor. With the temperature at 15.4C and the time reading 20:23pm, we began protection. 

Si led our asking out for spirits to make a noise for our dictaphones and explained our innocent intentions. 

Si shone his red laser thermometer at the floor and asked for a clod spot to be generated where the dot was. 

"Borrow some of our energy if needed". 15.0C

"Please take it down to 14.0C if you can"

14.6......14.4........14.2C Baring in mind that with us all in one room, the temperature would go up realistically. 

I ring my Singing bowl in the understanding that it seems to promote EVP's to be stronger. Si explains our equipment and how it may be influenced. We hear nothing obvious and so Si knocks out for a reply. Hearing nothing obvious we try whistling. 

We don't know if anything will have been caught until I review the audio and turn to the ouija board for communication.  

With the usual amount of asking into the dark, Si asks then I ask and then we resign ourselves to giving our names first in order to win over anything listening. Interestingly the temperature is steady at 15.4C again. 

The people at the board feel what may have been a twinge on the glass but twenty minutes later we are coercing spirits to show themselves in some form or another. 

How often do you wait for a spirit to come forward before accepting there isn't any here right now? 

My patients was certainly tested and we try backing up to the YES/NO table instead and have a two minute break. 

I take this opportunity to dowse using my pendulum, asking for a rotation on the number of spirits here. I  seem to have an answer on 1. This makes us pursue an answer from this 1. 

Thirty minutes in and Sue asked out saying "If there's a lady here...er. I don't know why I said that" 

The glass finally stutters a significant movement. 

The glass is allowed practice and gets better with it's dance around the board. 

Si "Are you a lady?" A gentleYES. 

"Are you afraid of us?" YES

"Please don't be afraid of us, Have you ever done this before?" No movement. 

Si has an abbreviation n his head which he doesn't share. 

Phil "Are you associated with this building?" 

"Perhaps you worked here?" YES

"Did you work below stairs?" YES

"Were you a servant lady?" 

"Were you in charge of everyone down here?" NO

Phil "You know what?....I sense a child" 

Si "She's not very old, I think you're right"

Si "I've got a mid teen in my mind"

Si "So you were older than 10?' YES

"Older than 20?" NO

I get a marble to put under the glass. 

Kevin "15?"

Si "Older than 15?" No answer.

"Were you 15?" YES

Si puts the marble under the glass after the glass comes to the edge of the table to collect it. 

The spirit is moving the glass with more excited force now and seems to enjoy the novelty of the marble.The glass shoots with a curve so that the marble spins around the inner rim and stops dead until the marble finally comes to a complete stop. 

Phil "I get the feeling that she came down here" YES

Sue "Did you help them down here?" YES

The glass spins the marble. 

Sue "Wow, you're really strong" 

Phil "You're not scared of us now are you?" NO

It is now that we place the ouija board back on the table. 

 

The glass seems fascinated by spinning the marble. 

Si "Did you hear us tell you our names?" YES 

The gauss meter flashes in the doorway to a shelved part of the cellar. 

Si asks for the glass to identify both Kevin and Phil which it does correctly. 

Si "Since you won't give us your name, would you give us your nickname?" 

Upon review here, 50 minutes in to our recording, I hear an intake of breath very close to my mic as Si is talking. I simply can't account for a natural explanation. 

An answer is given to Si's request. S-A-L. Si shows that he had wrote this down on a pad when he'd had it come in to his head a little earlier. 

Luckily Si had taken his finger off the glass during the spelling from the spirit. 

Si "Are you stood around this table?" YES

"Are you able to take the glass to where you are stood?" The glass moves to between Si and Sue. 

Sue "Can you hold my hand Sal?" Sue feels her hand get pins and needles and feels sure Sal did as she asked. 

Si "If you visit here, go to yes, if you're stuck here, go to no" YES

"Do you only come downstairs?" YES

"Do you visit any other part of the building?" NO

Phil "Did you have happy times down here?" YES

"Sal, are there anymore spirits down here?" NO.The pendulum was correct. 

Si "Can you spell another word as to why you came down here?" C-A-K-E

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Kevin "What year did you die?" 1908

Phil "Did you live in this building?" YES

"Did you live with family?" YES

Kevin "What month did you die Sal?" 02 

Sue "February?" YES

Kevin "Which date?" 18

Sue "Did you have any sisters?" 2

Kevin "Brothers?" 3

The marble spinning continues. The spread out meters sit quietly. 

Sue "Did you see us work upstairs recently?" NO

Si "have you seen anyone of us before?" YES 

"How many?" 1.The spirit identifies Phil. 

Phil "If I come down here again, will you look after me?" YESSue asks if sal will touch Phil the next time he is down there. Sal says YES.

Chris "How many spirits do you interact with down here?" 0

Si "When you visit and look at this place, does it look to you like it did in 1908?" YES

Chris "is that because of how you remember it?" NO

Chris "So why do you see it as if in a different time?" 

Si "Do you see the people here from 1908 as you look?" YES. Even though sal is alone here,she sees claims to 'see' past people. 

The marble spins and spins until it stops. 

Sue "She won't answer until that marble stops again.

Si "Can you see us clearly?" YES

Chris "Can you see if you get designated the same 'emit light' colour from the past visit upstairs" 

Si "Do we emit light?" YES

Kevin "Does each person emit a different colour?" NO

Si "Do SOME of us emit the same colour as others?" YES

"Are all of us the same colour?" NO

Sue "Can you tell me what colour I am?" B (marble spin) -L (marble spin)..

Si "It might take a while..ha"...U (marble spin) E (marble spin)

Chris "Can you tell us what that colour represents in a word?" NO

Kevin "What colour do I emit?" B-L-U-E (marble spin)

"What colour's Si?" G-R-E-E-N. -Chris "That's changed from the other night!"

"What is Phil's colour?" Y-E (marble spin) L-L-O (marble spin) W.

Sue "Can you tell us which colour Chris emits?" NO

Kevin "Why, Is he not stood close enough to the table?" YES

Chris "Am I shielded?" NO

"Do I not have a colour?" (marble spins) NO

Sue "So Chris does not have a colour?" NO

Si "Does Chris emit light though?" YES

Sue "Bright light? YES...but not a colour?" NO

Chris "Is there a sliding scale?" 

Si "Do colours represent anything ?" YES

Sue "What does blue represent?" 

"Are you not allowed to tell us?" 

Chris "Can we ask what colour Sal is"Si "Do you know what colour you are ?" R-E-D (marble spins)

Phil "Does it represent age?" NO

Chris "Strength?" NO

Kevin "Strength of energy?" 

Si "Can anyone on this side be red?" NO

Kevin "So only people who have passed can be red?" NO

Phil "Is it anything to do with how far away a person is from dying?" No (Damn excellent question though).

SI "Is everyone on your side red?" YES

Chris "So it's something to do with a state of being?" YES

Si "When we pass, do we lose our colour?"

Sue "And then we all become red?" YES

Chris "And what comes after red?, Is there a level after the afterlife?" 

Si "Can you get another colour after red?" YES

"Do you believe in reincarnation and that YOU could once again live in a human body?" NO COMMENT. 

This line of questioning becomes off limits. 

Si "Can you see this camera?, If you stand in front of it, it'll take your picture" Sal doesn't want to. 

Chris "Would you be able to go in that other room and read what i've written down?"

The board goes dead. 

Si "It's gone very quiet"

We wait.

and wait.

As we talk things over we get very cold. 

We urge Sal to come back even if it's just to safely close the ouija board down. 

Finally the marble spinning is back. 

Si "Have we got you into trouble?" NO

"Good, sorry anyway"

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Kevin "How many servants did your family have Sal?" 5

Sue "Did your dad work?" YES

"Did your mum stay at home and look after you all?" YES

Phil "Were your family from another country?" YES

Si "Please tell us which country you came from" G-E-R-M-A-N-Y

Si "Were your family jewish?" YES

Phil "Did a few jewish families live nearby?" YES

Chris "Do you want to give us one last spin of the marble Sal?" 

The glass gives a large long spin and we wrap for the evening. 

We left the marble on a shelf as promised but the next time we investigated on our event, it was gone. 

C WHITEHOUSE 2014.