August Punctuation Correction/House Room Change

During playing I had mentioned to my son that I was thinking about moving my tv cabinet to a different end of the room. "no, I like it like this" he said comically, as if he had any sway over the matter. After he went home I watched two films at the cinema (As Above,So Below and Let's Be Cops) before arriving home and even though it had gone 9pm, started to move the tv cabinet. It was 1 am by the time I'd finished but the cinema coffee had fuelled me until then. 

I continued to clean the other rooms which had in turn be dirtied. It was one of those happy to be sat about in new surroundings kind of days. I still managed to get to see Sin city-A Dame To Kill For, but for the most part I was at home. 

Ah now I also did go to the gym and managed, once again for the second time, to pull a muscle in my right shoulder. 

I had to cover myself with cardio instead. It was a better workout than nothing. 

It's Sunday evening and I sit at my new writing desk which is in new surroundings and feel tired from last night. 

The week ahead has me see my son overnight on a different day to normal and go on a Thursday investigation with GCUK and my now ex team mate to somewhere too far away for a week night, but it feels like i need to put up with it.  

Turning 40 still seems to be showing new aspects to my personality such as being tidier and obviously healthier. I feel more organised even still and always feel to have my plate full. Today I've read, wrote, cinema visited, gone to gym, washed and vacuumed van, watched Netflix, Lovefilm and cleaned house. I've given today my best efforts. 

September starts tomorrow and the new school year begins for my son. 

He staggered me at Dragons Den indoor play area yesterday by noticing that it had a sign which read as follows:

'DD's Toddler Area' to which my son pointed out that it should read D'sD for Dragon's Den. Spot on young man. I awarded him a My choice award. 

I was primed to write an A Week In My Life piece but I'm just too tired. Maybe this week I'll do it. 

The £5 pencil

The Holiday club where my son goes told me in no uncertain terms that they would not be in the following day. A trip to Yorkshire Wildlife Park was planned and an extra £10 was required if my child was coming to be looked after. "It's up to you if you want him to have spending money" the lady said.."But £5 maximum".

That evening I told my son he was going on a trip and that I'd give him some spending money. He asked why he'd need money and I muttered "err you might want to buy...a pencil or something". 

In my experience these places seemed to specialise in stationery which advertised themselves. It was a clever ploy really, selling you advertising. 

"Why would I want a pencil?" He said. 

"True" I replied. 

The following morning I paid his £10 and decided he would need only £2 for sweets or an Ice cream. I saw the carer have an envelope which she was writing all the spending money of kids on. It was a long list of £5, £5, £5....

I whispered "He's got £2 in his pocket" 

I left feeling tight but with the voice in my head thinking that the first person had put £5 and then sheer peer pressure had forced the hands of the following parents. 

I imagined everyone buying some great thing which cost £3 or more that he couldn't afford. As it goes he bought a wristband which starts off straight and ties around his wrist automatically. 

So it all worked out in the end. 

Today, 27th August

Since I last spoke to you there's been a fracture in the ghost team I'm in. One member, who I still investigate outside of the group with, has left and not entirely of their own will. I feel caught between two stools and because of that, my balance is off. I'm just coasting along right now seeing how things pan out. 

Outside of that issue, all is STILL well with me. The gym is continuing to push me and I'm continuing to love it. You get used to aching all the time. 

This evening my son learnt disappointment when his megazord bull toy failed to turn up at the earliest opportunity. We played Lego Star Wars 3 to get over it. Then after a misunderstanding over the words 'tea' and 'dinner', he went to bed. 

I finished my Pontefract write up. Now I'm relaxing with Curb Your Enthusiasm series 6. 

Pontefract write up.

Pontefract Investigation

Sue and myself were lucky enough to join GCUK again for an investigation into a case of poltergeist activity from the 1970's which had recently been made into a film by a relative of the real home owner during this time. The film When The Lights Went Out is a dramatised version of events filmed in Leeds actually and so I watched the film itself (again, because i'd seen it when it came out) and researched the real story knowing that films need to embellish elements of what happened for cinematic purposes. Jenny of GCUK was gracious enough to let Sue and I enter the property first to conduct baseline readings without having peoples mobile phones etc blur the readings. This way we would be able to rule out electrical energies as natural or not. We entered the property through the kitchen which was only giving off high readings in the obvious places such as fridges and microwaves. The kitchen was at one end and at the other there was a dining room table and chairs plus an armchair next to glass doors through to the living room. there were zero readings from kitchen appliances and all around the living room except for one spot on the living room wall which was also the neighbouring wall. I got a hit of 3MG on this wall and thought that a wire would probably be run down inside it somewhere. The higher or lower I had moved my gauss meter, the readings disappeared to nothing. The 'hot spot' if you will was exactly where a small crucifix hung on a nail. Could it be that this crucifix had been used in conjunction with spirits in some way and held some energy still? or was it simply that the neighbour had something at that spot next door which gave off a natural field of electric? It was worth noting and I mentioned it to no one. On this same level was a coal room and upon entering I was reminded of the scene in this room from watching the movie before and felt a small moment of trepidation as I stood alone in there. It was only fleeting though before it turned to excitement and appreciation that i am lucky enough to even be at places such as this with like minded people. 

Sue and I continued upstairs towards the bathroom (which was a flat reading) and along the short landing which turned back on itself. My gauss clicked twice. There were three bedrooms, the first one had a pink carpet and another door in it. I walked around the room localising any odd piece of furniture and ornaments which I saw just in case we had a haunted object on our hands. The other door in this room gave off a huge reading and I grasped the handle and pulled revealing the house boiler. In other words nothing paranormal. The second bedroom was the main bedroom which had built in mirrored wardrobes and a dressing table also with a mirror on top. The bare double bed had a painting laid on it which I took a mental note of for future reference (and i also snapped photos as I went).  

The third and last bedroom had a single bed which was broken and unusable. This brought with it a sense of foreboding since we were looking at a poltergeist claim. 

We joined the others downstairs and unpacked what equipment seemed useful except my camcorder since the dinign room table had been lifted into the living room for the seance. It was balmy summers evening and with many people stuffed into this enclosed room, the temperature was sweltering. My temperature was 25C and so I elected to stand in the doorway between kitchen and living room so i could move freely. 

****(The following write up is taken from the session I dictated before my Tascam digital recorder died three weeks later as I was barely half way through my review, my notes which i made on the night and memory recorded in my brain at the time)***

 On the dining room table stood a lit candle, a crystal ball and a K2 meter. There was a K2 on the far wall past the table with people gathered and a K2 on the table. My gauss and K2 were just resting on the armchair in the dining room area at across from the kitchen end. As Jenny was about to have Kath start protection the K2 on the table flickered. Jenny started asking people to visualise and my gauss clicked with 3 seconds between them. The gauss then continued to climb next to me during protection and Neil stood next to me reporting a breeze on the back of his neck. All mobiles are off and we are stood still, so I know myself that Neil was in a flat area and not to blame. 

There was some meditation music played at the table, it was a world away from NOW 88. During the music my gauss made a single click ( I like to think that the spirit had shouted STOP!)

Jenny then asked for the group to focus on the purpose of our being here and my gauss clicking increased. A lady at the table feels an icy cold walk past and you have to remember it was damn hot in there. As Jenny preceded to ask out for spirit communication the K2 on the far wall blasted to red briefly. This same lady could feel the cold on her shoulder and then said "It's stood behind me now". The K2 on the table itself lit up now too. This lady who i am going to call Natalie from now on felt like crying, as if feeling the spiritual emotion. 

Kath's mediumship shows her a long dark lane worth fields either side and then the scene flashes to the head of a scruffy haired boy rolling down the road. His attacker hides in a hay loft with the instrument of decapitation, a scythe. 

The K2 flashes again as a lady feels as if she is rocking. There were some more breezes reported but there's no air in the room it's so hot. 

Kath continues.."this person murdered people in their teens....maybe 5 people. It was a man."

The gauss clicks repetitively.

Kath "This attacker ended up hung from a tree".

Jenny moves on to asking for bangs from spirits and one lady has to step out of the room. 

28 minutes and 48seconds on my audio, I hear a low male noise "Murrrrr". 

Next, Kath senses a woman. "She had dark grey hair, short and straight, down over her ears. If I may say so, she had a slightly large nose, dark eyes too." The K2 and gauss react together. At the table, nobody can identify with this description strongly. "This lady is now bringing a man with her. He always had his hair combed neatly in place. (Gauss clicks)He had long arms and was always smartly dressed." 

"He was tall and had chest problems" 

The next idea is to put a ouija board upon the table. Jenny spots the K2 going mad on the fireplace. 

Another lady tries to run the board session. "Can spirits please come forward to the board?" 

With no movement forthcoming, the people at the board are instructed to move the glass themselves round in circles in the hope of creating a small charge of energy to make it easier for a spirit to get started. 

With no energy coming to the table, another idea is tried. 

Kath puts an MP3 of bells ringing through a portable speaker and the lady asks again. (It could be argued that this is suggestive rather than seeing what comes through). Now, We get movement. 

"Are you a male?" YES.    "Thank you".   The music is turned off. 

"Can we have the first letter of your name please?" The glass moves quickly to 'H'. K2 also flashes. 

"The next letter please.." The K2 goes off as the glass moves but no answer is given. 

"Are you messing with us?" YES

"Are you the monk?" As this is asked, an MP3 is started of monks chanting. However the spirit answers clearly NO. 

"How old are you in numbers?" 54. 

The glass moves then to H. 

"Keep going ..." H-E-L-L

"You're in Hell?" YES. 

"Do you want us to leave this house?" YES

"Are you trapped in this house?" YES

"Are you the man that murdered the woman?" YES

"Are you the monk?" YES. (Hmmm) 

"Have you got anyone else here with you?" YES 

"Is it a man?" YES

"Is he as bad as you?" Wow, loaded question. YES. 

"Do you not like people coming in this house?" YES        "Oh you do!" 

"Do you like to scare them?" YES. 

"Are you going to scare us tonight?"   YES. 

I can't help but wonder of this spirit is just playing along with this incessant notion that it's EVIL which is being pushed upon it. 

"Do you want to give us a message?" HELL.........F.......H.

"Are they the initials of the lady you murdered?"   No answer.   (See what I mean?) 

"Are you sorry for what you did?" YES. (We don't truly know who it is or what it did.) 

"Are you stuck here?" YES

The glass keeps going to just  H.

"Please spell it out" G. H. 

"Do you want to talk to someone around the table?" YES. 

"Can you take the glass to the person who you wish to talk to?" G.  H. 

The glass falls off the board. 

"Who do you want to speak to?" A L L J U N. 

"Try again" ALLI

"Alison?" YES

"What is the message?" GET OUT. 

"Why do you want us to get out?" HELL.

"Are you trying to warn us?" 

The next glass movement surprises everyone with its swiftness.  SUE  "That was really quick" 

Jenny asks "Are we in any danger?" YES

Claire "Are we on any danger from you?" YES

Jenny "Do you not trust yourself?" NO

"Is there anyone else here who will harm us?" 

The K2 flashes and the glass goes repeatedly to 'I - I - I'

"just you then"

Kath "Are you going to open that cupboard door for us tonight?" YES

The K2 strongly flares and a noise is heard outside of this room. 

"Is that you outside the room?" YES

"Come into this room, we welcome you"

"Try and blow this candle out"

"How long have you been trapped in this house?" 5-6-5

"565 years?" YES

Jenny "Were you hung?" YES

Claire "Did you have any children?" At this, the glass falls over. 

Jenny "Did you molest children?" YES

"Are you sorry for what you did?" NO

"How many children did you hurt?" 6-7

"6 to 7 year olds?" No answer. (Surely this more likely was a straight forward answer to the question) 

Claire "Did your father hurt you as a child?" YES

"Well that doesn't excuse what you did to the children or to that woman"

"Is your body under this house on a well?" 

"Was that ring that was found anything to do with you?" YES

Neil "Were you alive when they threw you in the well?" YES

The glass lands on Goodbye and then falls off the board. 

The communication isn't allowed to stop at Goodbye. 

The glass goes to J-2-J-A-I-3-L. The correct thought is put forward that GAOL would be the perceived spelling of jail but the line of questioning ignores this. 

"Did you die in jail?" NO

"Did you die in the well?" YES

"Were you left there to rot?" YES

"And so you should've been!" (Hmmm, respect for spirit now seems to be slipping) 

Jenny "You deserve to go in a well and die for what you did, don't you?"

"Do you get angry with people?" 

"Are you going to stay with us all night?" K-O-L-K-I-L

"Who do you want to kill?" 

The gauss crackles as the glass idles about. 

The glass goes to Goodbye again. Communication continues. 

"Do you want to go to the person you don't like" 

There's a strong movement know as the spirit is getting restless. 

"Are we making you very angry now?" 

"Be nice to us and we'll be nice to you" 

The glass settles down. 

"Were you married?" YES

"Married to God perhaps?" Suggest Neil. YES

J.   J.   J 

"Why did you kill people?" K2 flash. 

Someone else pipes up "You're disgusting, you should be ashamed of yourself!" 

Claire "Did you kill your wife before you became a monk?" 

"Are you still here? Do you still want to talk to us?" 

SILENCE. 

The spirit has had enough. 

The good cop bad cop grilling continues. 

"Do you miss your wife? Please come forward"

     "We mean you no harm, we just want to ask you some questions"

Kath "He's all mouth and no trousers!"

    "You should be ashamed of yourself!!!"

Jenny asks for the table to be closed down as the board is dead. 

Two K2's next to each other in the kitchen had high readings through that session and It was a sterile envioroment- I can vouch for that.

I have presented my version of events only and I admit there may well be knowledge I didn't previously know as well as other people here. It is only my opinion that the questioning got out of hand. Neither am I saying I would've done better. The spirit was strong, that much I can attest to. 

The next session takes place upstairs with half of us in the link carpeted bedroom and the other half in the main bedroom. We are all upstairs as the gauss in kitchen is loudly shrieking. 

There is a whistle noise heard and Jenny sees a white light. A little later Jenny sees a black movement out near the bannister. Neil who is filming out to there may have seen a black shadow on his camcorder. 

It starts raining outside. If this is t distracting enough there are cars and fireworks which muddy the audio. 

Sue and Claire go downstairs and Sue reports to me that her chair shook beneath her. 

We all hear the gauss climbing. Sue asks out downstairs as Kath asks to be pulled off the bed in one of the rooms. 

A lady is asked to recite the Lord's Prayer and then she sings in Latin. 

We swap rooms and try other ideas as we all grow tired. 

The only other thing of note is when a growl is reportedly heard by Mike and Claire from upstairs. Also a feeling of dread when Mike goes upstairs alone. Sue joins Mike and I join them too just in time for the atmosphere to have changed. The meters were very active in this location and I've no doubt there was a spirit with us but I can't be sure who or what It truly was. Sue and I had a great time though and look forward to investigating with GCUK again. 

C WHITEHOUSE 2014. 

 

Feeling good, feeling fine.

After my son went home for the evening I journeyed to the cinema and watched LUCY. Luc  Besson had me at the beginning as Scarlet Johansson played a drug mule against her will. But it tore it's self apart and  turned into film about a person becoming god from taking drugs. I knew it was going off kiter when Lucy walked down a corridor with blond curly hair and in a thought, made it turn brown and straight. It was a head fuck of a film which floated off out of the gravitational field of the earth. 

Then I drifted, dazed and confused into INTO THE STORM which was artificial in its approach to found footage. So a dumb double bill if there ever was one. My evening was rounded off watching Peter Capaldi as the new Doctor Who. It was alright. 

I jumped out of bed this morning and entered the gym remembering last weeks muscle pull and so took it steady at first before giving it my all. No cardio this week as I plan to do no cardio all September in an effort to bulk first then streamline in October. I feel good for the workout and have already had two breakfasts. 

This midday I have two friends to visit near each other before going to the cinema again and then collecting my son for the bank holiday Monday. 

I'm in good spirits and looking forward to our visit to Blackpool's Sandcastle Water park tomorrow.

Brain shadows

In a small dark part of the Earth I sit, amongst my memories of times gone by. The memories fall through my fingers as I recount then because they are flimsy notions which have been given life by nostalgia which gives them a shine of added lies which ends up with them being different to how they actually happened. Time fades the truth and age changes the perception of what happened and why. Sometimes I sit atop my throne of self righteousness and other times I crawl amongst the shadows at my feet where I wait for life to run out. 

There's always a battle. A battle to be a half of a whole and a battle to stay all to myself. There's magic in my head but there's only room for one person. Me. 

Sometimes I even forget what I'm searching for once the scent fades away. Then I get a sense of being in the right track with nothing to stop me. I trust that instinctual voice which is like a sent on a breeze leading me to something I believe in but can't explain. But when the fog rolls in, thick and fast, I waver for a second trying to get my bearings and in doing so, lose all memory of what I was chasing. 

A flower blooms and dies. I never bloomed. I was born and next, in many years I hope, I will die. Maybe I'll be immortalised in another life. Maybe I'll have something to offer others in the next life. Maybe I already gave my all in a previous incarnation and this is a rest life. 

Do I really need an earthly world to inhabit when I only ever ride inside my brain? I am the electrons which permeate my inner cortex. The photons on which light travels. Do I even exist? 

A nice relaxing evening planned

Thursday started with me having a bad ankle from playing with my son. In our game I had been his karate student. He taught me roundhouse kicks and a move where I had to jump putting one foot at a time on the armchair before landing on the floor again. 

At some point my body said Enough. It's a sorry state of affairs really that at 40 I can't do what I did as a kid. It's not truly old age is it. 

I sat at my writing desk wondering if there was a shop which some 'inspiration'. Buying a writing desk is one thing but being INSPIRED is

another. I'm due another A WEEK IN MY LIFE soon as that often helps. I've got the gym tonight again and I can't wait (well obviously I can- why do people say that). Afterwards I plan to watch The Only Lovers Left Alive. A nice relaxing evening. 

New table for writing

My son came to mine midweek and he had been watching Power Rangers with his brother all day. He continued to watch it at mine even when I tried to suggest he'd seen enough. After all, I had a new table to assemble from Argos. I write this on my new writing desk and tell myself that I will plough out some great masterpiece on this cheap table. 

I've stuffed my face today as my gym diet dictates and I look forward to pumping some iron tomorrow afternoon too. I've been doing my A -Z of my film collection and today was C for Cloud Atlas. I've just turned off Curb your Enthusiasm series 6 which came today and I'd forgotten how much I liked it. 

Nothing much else to report.....I just felt the need to use my table before bed. 

Goodnight. 

Good morning gym week 6

It's 6:50am and the summer is starting to lose its heat a little meaning some hardened people still have shorts on but softer folk now have costs on. The home heating is considered on an evening too. 

I had my son at his grans last night and his tiredness ended in him having a headache which upset him. I left him to have cuddles and an early night at his mums. 

Today is gym week 6 and I will endeavour to not pull a muscle this time. I'm trying to eat more but it's been difficult. I also want a flatter stomach you see. 

No warm up

I awoke on this dank Sunday morning and headed off to the gym at 8am with a spring in my step. I was gonna do a good ole workout. I stood outside the gym with two other people making me wish I'd say in the van another moment or so since we were waiting for it to be unlocked. After 15 minutes on the treadmill I had done my whole body warm up and for some reason when I walked over to the weights and saw one man looking over, I simply picked up two 10kg dumbbell sand set right about dumbbell pressing them without a warm up for the set. Instantly I felt a strain on the back of my shoulder blade. I finished my set and moved to another machine. It was here that some discomfort was noticeable. I knew instantly I'd already pulled a muscle. It was a big FAIL. My good workout was ruined. 

I did still walk on the treadmill while watching Netflix for an hour before driving home for a bath in hot water. I even took some ibuprofen to reduce any swelling. I felt better as I played Minecraft while listening to Frank Skinner podcasts. 

It wasn't too long before I had to go to cineworld and watch Hector And The Search For Happiness. It was ok I suppose. Then I drove to my aunt and uncles to stay for tea. The same conversations came around again but I knew this would be one time less time that we would see each other. They are in their 70's now and so time is limited. 

They mean a lot to me but do sometimes aggravate me with their advice which they are hypocritical about. 

I've learned Lesson about warming up anyway. Plus I've seen my relatives now and so can leave it a few months as they go to Portugal. 

A new working week begins tomorrow and hopefully a better gym week. My boss is on holiday so I'm happy to embrace a week like that, especially one which leads up to a bank holiday. 

Feeling good - or else

My muscles feel pumped today after yesterday's workout and so I feel I can take my son swimming with at least an ounce of confidence today. Don't get me wrong- I'm a 9 stone small bloke , not a meathead  numbskull. It feels good to think I look somewhat better after 5 weeks exercise. 

The sun has returned slightly today which also helps bring me out of the shadows of my recent hair worries. 

I'm alive, so fuck it- I'll LIVE!!

I stayed up till midnight listening to old favourites from fifteen or so years ago such as Slipknot and Marilyn Manson albums. I feel back on track now. 

I am going to have a good weekend. And that's that. 

Dead head

My evening with my son mid week was spent painting his cardboard batcave which we'd made and constructing a new baddie base complete with trapdoor and cage. "This is the best base ever dad" sorted. 

We had a good play fight as power rangers too which led up to story time. Once again he kissed me on my cheek and told me he loved me. He is my world. 

Once he was tucked up in bed I watched 'Under The Skin' and really enjoyed it. It reminded me of Kubrick. 

I caught a reflection of myself as I walked back from The Inbetweeners 2 tonight and if anything thought I looked like a shaven headed stereotypical homosexual, like a jimmy Summerville character. Not that there's anything wrong with that of course, just that I am straight. 

I have seen many other people who have gone the route of going bald and surrounding it with their remaining hair, and it's made me slightly wonder if I've rushed in to it too fast. When I think about my bald spot harder, I know I've done the best long term solution. 

I've been consumed with thoughts of death again today, like there's nothing left for me as my body is rotting. After the gym though my spirits lifted as I felt the progress of my work. My body is getting towards its best shape ever so that's encouraging. But FUN is maybe something which I THINK I'm missing and I would get that by drinking alcohol again. Or so my brain tells me. But I don't want to. But would my son convince me to start again in years to come ?  I'd like to chill out with him over a few pints. Anyways, I have gases to worry about that left. And the way my mind is working, I may never get there. 

Two years ago today

On this day two years ago things were going well... Not much has changed 

Good busy.

It's the end of the week again, commonly known as the weekend. Once today's working day is done I shall finish recording tomorrows radio show and then decent on the cinema to watch THE WEDDING VIDEO. Last night I watched THE EXPENDABLES 2 and my god l enjoyed it. 
This morning at five am I watched BEING ELMO which I also loved. 
Tonight the team are ghosthunting at a local mill with a private party and I'm looking forward to that. 
Tomorrow I am recording a future radio show with a returning guest and then going to the cinema yet again, most likely to watch my first ever Bollywood film.
The day will close on a high as my son is staying at mine and it's always a delight. 
Once our games are finished on Sunday I have to return to the studio again to train a new dj in how to put a radio show together. 
So busy busy in other words. But hugely enjoyable.

We didn't all wake up today

Waking up to the news that Robin Williams died at 63 or so has made me grateful that I even woke up this morning. The clock is ticking ladies and gentleman. Today is just one more grain of sand through our egg timer of life. 

I arrived home last night and congratulated myself on reaching for my Tascam digital recorder with the thought of doing half an hours reviewing of Pontefract investigation. But... The Tascam lay dead. I changed the batteries and still nothing. 

I returned to the gym once I'd had my hair cut (which was for free since I was there on Saturday). I watched VIKINGS on  as I worked out. It's more my idea of fun than Game Of Thrones. 

Shaved head pic. 13th August 2014

Hurry up and do stuff.

I woke up this morning as if from some nightmare,,,only to remember that my hair really had shown a bald spot after my latest haircut. I'm still reeling from the discovery and yet fuelled by a race to shave the whole damn lot of hair off as if to get my haircut that I'll die with. Buzz cut. 

I've been distracted with the whole notion of balding all day long. I had my son from Friday to Sunday and he's helped me not dwell on it openly. In fact he's helped me care less. 

Birth as I always say is often painful, but it's a progression into a new phase. I welcome a fresh start of sorts. This has all made it apparent that time is always running out. As if I didn't know that anyway. Maybe our lives are pointless, in which case I just want to squeeze in tv and films etc before I dare a scared kid in a mans body. 

Hair today, gone ...now.

ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIED AT WHAT I SAW IN THE HAIRDRESSERS MIRROR TODAY. 

PPS website

Www.pennineparanormal.co.uk

Ghostly cellar

Yet another paranormal investigation last night. I've had to order ten more mini dv tapes! This time we were in a cellar beneath some houses in Bradford. It's an odd but enjoyable way to spend an evening. The one spirit in the cellar was a 15 year old girl who died in 1908. She used to enjoy coming to these lower levels for 'cake'. The girl had us refer to her as Sal and liked playing with our marble in the glass on the ouija board. 

I felt totally at ease down there to be honest. But I'm betting that our members of the public won't like it. Especially alone. 

Contemplation of the day

Wednesday morning arrived with the sound of rain fall. I collected a rug from my boss's house in the pouring rain, kicking myself for not getting it last night when I went passed twice. 

I ache slightly from the gym yesterday which brings a feeling of achievement signalling progress. I am just sat for 5 mins before entering work to father my thoughts for the day. The bird song still rung out in the damp trees and it's a reading moment of contemplation. 

PPS

Pennine Paranormal Society went back to our new favourite place in Bradford. We had three new members of the public who got messages through, one of which was "DO NOT LOSE HOPE" which was lovely and good spirit work. There are some key moments I look forward to reviewing and the closing table tipping was great too. We are doing a public event there in September and my only worry is that the ghosts are too strong and people will crap themselves. 

My write up will land on here eventually. 

In the meantime check out our Facebook page. 

Pennine Paranormal. 

Prime orbit

Is this the prime of my life? Somewhere between the stupidity of youth and the slow ache of old age? At 40 I am currently busy with my young child, paranormal hobbies, printing career and getting healthier every month. Spiritually I've never felt better. Mentally I've never felt clearer. I discovered that happiness can reach the clouds but have also glimpsed that it may even reach the heavens. When I look downwards I can see my past darkness but it's a speck. 

I achieved my chosen social orbit of past years in basically disappearing from people's lives to be away from judgement and hassle. But now this part of space feels a little too good and desolate. Slowly I'm moving back towards the solar system which my friends and family inhabit. 

 

August 3rd

My son and I played Lego building with bricks for hours from 7:01am when he forced me out of bed to continue the saga. It was tiring but rewarding and the day bled away until we had to venture into Keighley to buy my mum a birthday gift which we subsequently dropped off on the journey to take my son home. 

I collected my stepson and we ate fajitas and muffins at mine whilst watching Expendables 3 and he built on Minecraft. 

At one point my stepson got a call from a friend and he said "I'm at my stepdads" I told him it meant a lot to me that he still referred to me as a stepdad. I always will...You came first, he said. 

Bedtime came at midnight but I still woke at 5:30am to finish TOWIE series on Netflix followed by The River too which my stepson recommended to me. 

I'm up early drinking water, eating porridge and researching all the foods I should eat to bulk up muscles safely. After watching Netflix in the gym on the treadmill this week, I look forward to ploughing through episodes of various series whilst getting fitter along the way. 

My ex wife and I are searching for a new karate club for our son to attend which is affordable and next weekend I've asked to have him Friday to Sunday. Can't wait. 

My main focus needs to be my paranormal work, especially the review/write up part since I have several investigations pending over the next fortnight and beyond. Apparently my friends at GCUK have been blessed with a tv series at the hands of Luke Goss of pop band Bros due to him being a tv producer these days. I'm really excited for them. Maybe one day I too will have similar luck.