After dealing with the unknown for years, we finally decided to get a hold of a local paranormal investigative team to check out what is going on in our home and with our children. I e-mailed several teams in the area and was put in contact with a man who was branching out from the team that had trained and nurtured him and we were all excited that he would be able to come out to the house so quickly. He is building his own clientele and we would be amongst his first.
We had thought ourselves lucky to have found a paranormal investigator who was eager to get into our home quickly and assess what was going on around us. I do not know who was more anxious, myself for thinking we would finally have concrete answers (whether it be that we were experiencing mass hallucinations or if there was something here did not matter, I wanted answers) to what we have been living through for years, or our daughter who wanted proof that she is not crazy. She needed that in black and white.
I wrote some friends with his information. I let them know that we were to have an investigation on the first weekend all of the family was off work. I told them of the new occurrences and invited them all to share in the experience from a far as they burned the fires of truth for us while this was going on. We felt that for every one's safety, and at the advice of my husband's Medicine Man, as we do not know what is going on, perhaps they should stay in their homes and provide their support from there.
A few red flags started going up all over the e-mail page on our computer, and in our home. My son said a man with shades on his eyes was going to come to the house and make things hard on us. A newer friend of mine (who is psychic and seems to be extremely knowledgeable, therefore her words carried a heavy weight.) said that it was odd that we were able to get an investigator so soon and that it often times takes months to get things rolling. I decided to do a bit more investigating on HIM to see if there was something else that we should be aware of.
In the meantime this man came to our home with an assistant. One more man was on the way, but he had to stop and pick up more film and was running behind, so the first two men started with out him. The investigator walked around outside the structure to get the feel of the place and to see if there was anything that could be causing the internal noises that are often heard. Finding nothing, but an old man sitting on the front porch, he headed inside.
It was amusing really, the neighborhood stood outdoors watching the parade of people following around this long haired, cowboy boot, bull rider hat with feather wearing man and his assistant. The neighborhood has watched us do some interesting things, and we seem to have the support of most of them. My next door neighbor actually came over when I was placing a circle of salt around the home as we were moving in and wanted to help. We try not to be obvious, but some things are just not easy to hide.
When we got indoors the investigator explained that he would like to do a walk through with just himself and his companion but that he wanted us all to do what we normally do and where we normally do it. So I began supper, my daughter went to her room, my son to his and my hubby hit the computer room. We were all engrossed in what we were doing, but still had a little time to watch the men as they walked through. The house is not big, so they had to pass us a few times.
In the children's wing of the home the television was flickering on and off about every five minutes and their portable radio was going through stations. My daughters closet door was almost vibrating. It was just shaking a bit, not opening or closing, just moving. My son's room had a blue light in the corner of the ceiling (that is the wall that connects to his sisters closet) that seemed to be either gradually growing in strength or decreasing. Doing what we normally do, my daughter asked whatever it was to please stop, she was trying to do her homework.
The third man finally showed up and I almost did not let him in. My son's warning was at the forefront of my mind as I looked at this young man on the other side of my sliding glass door. He was wearing sunglasses and a big cowboy hat. When the other two men walked in the dining room behind me, they told me he was with them and he was alright, so I did let him in.
On the computer my husband was going through the mail and was reading through the answers to my inquest about this man and his "defect" from his original team. The information was not comforting and if I would have had this information before they all arrived I would have cancelled, but it was too late for that, so we continued on.
When they left we were told that our place was active and when they came back they would bring the rest of the equipment and begin to shut a few doors and let those free that would go. They felt that perhaps a few would stay as they had a close connection to the children and it might be detrimental to them. What? How is that possible? An existence surrounded by peace or an existence stuck here on earth? Which of those choices would honestly be most detrimental?
Since they have left we have had what I can only describe as an explosion of activity. Musical toys go off with out warning, toys that are put away up in closets so that little hands can not reach them are out in the morning. Cell phones have messages on them from us (I mean they sound like they are our voices) that we did not send. My son sees a figure that is only visible from the waist down. Photographs that are taken in the home are not photo-albumable. The dryer opens and slams in the middle of the night. My husband has a little girl's hand softly placed on his forearm as he sleeps, and has heard her say "I love you, Daddy..." And most disturbingly, I have begun to see little shadows walking past my line of vision about three or four feet tall. Never having SEEN anything before, I knew my son was right and something not good happened with the visit of these three men.
We smudged our home. We blessed it, cleansed it, chanted over it and built more fires to "smoke out" the entities and then smudged the house again. The lady at the shop that we have been using knows us all by name now, and has begun recommending different things for us.
The main purpose of my telling this story is to warn those of us who do not have a background in investigating and have never seen an investigator at work. When these men came in, they also appear to have brought with them a band of lost souls. For some reason, the souls have stayed on here, and we have tried to release them, but we are still in that process. Please research the team you chose to come into your home. If you start to see the red flags, remember that the color red usually signifies "Stop". Do not let your eagerness to be a "normal" family blind you to what could happen and protect yourself and your family.