tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77272285722137653062012-02-05T07:43:03.295-08:00Whenever and however the dead come to me, we both find ourselves on a journey<br>of discovery and enlightenment.</br>Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.comBlogger651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-57642191951856744932012-02-04T22:59:00.001-08:002012-02-04T22:59:40.775-08:00

I think that tonight has to be the most bizarre spirit encounter I've ever had (yes, even more strange than channeling haitian ancestors...) I was putting the finishing touches on my bedroom upgrade and was just hanging the last pieces of clothes in the closet.  As I turned from my bed to the closet, my eyes slid past my bedroom door and into my living room.  Standing there, I saw a man who I

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-2013333523474904862012-01-19T10:00:00.000-08:002012-01-19T14:51:21.036-08:00

This morning at work, a conversation was started about how many people have died at Disneyland. My coworker, Naomi, was educating some other members of the team as to all the various ways people have perished at Disneyland, and reminded me that we talked about this once before (when that last person got killed on Big Thunder Mountain). So then, Eric (one of the pupils), jokingly asked "I wonder

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I was on my way to work the other morning and I saw the spirit of an older woman. She was walking on the ground next to my stairwell.  She turned to me and smiled.  She looked like she was pruning flowers or something of the sort.  The name "Magda" popped into my head, and so whether that was her name or not, that's what I decided to call her.  I think she lived in the property next door to me (

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-29739549589552368922012-01-06T10:59:00.000-08:002012-01-06T11:10:18.262-08:00

In the past few years, I've attended a conference called the Conscious Life Expo. This year, three of my "favorites" will be there: Susan Miller (astrologer), Georgio Tsoukalos (Ancient Aliens crazy-haired dude) and Lisa Williams (Psychic/Medium). This is a great 3-day conference where people are exposed to so many different aspects of "the other." I always try to attend a few of their free

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That's arabic for HAPPY NEW YEAR!  I'm hoping that I can spend more time on this blog this year, but I make no promises.  With the glimmer of grad school on the horizon, I'm not sure how much time I'll have for ANYTHING!  That said, I wanted to share this little story with you. My friend, Amanda, and I were in my living room working on our Jane Austen gowns tonight, when I looked toward my

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-10106589308477551162011-09-11T11:53:00.001-07:002011-09-11T11:53:50.119-07:00

I found myself, tonight, watching documentaries on 9/11.  One was about the last contact people had with the loved ones - including answering machine messages and 911 calls.  The second was called "Beyond: Messages from 9/11."  It was about contact people have had from loved ones....since their death. One story in particular made me smile.  A woman lost her husband in the collapse of the towers

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-67908558490986729822011-08-22T21:05:00.000-07:002011-11-16T20:06:27.851-08:00

To however many readers I still have...thanks for waiting so long for me to make this update!  It's really hard for me to take any time out of the day and actually write something.  Right now, I'm procrastinating cleaning up my apartment.  I saw my ghost hunting notebook sitting on the coffee table and I figured I should write up my report on the Bunny Man before I packed it back in the hunting

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-37448585983045337952010-11-22T22:49:00.001-08:002010-11-22T23:02:03.169-08:00

On Thursday of last week, a woman called me who I had been in contact with almost two years ago. She thought her house may be haunted, but two years ago, she was too scared to follow through on an investigation.Within the last week, her two-year-old had been scared out of his wits by someone he called "The Bunny Man." She was okay with ghosts messing with her - - but was not okay with them

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-57051217537703322102010-11-22T22:08:00.000-08:002010-11-22T22:48:01.717-08:00

We headed back downstairs to the kitchen to begin focus on the laundry room. At this point, Lydia began prepping the herbs she had brought with her. She and I both had had premonitions that we'd be dealing with something that was "not nice", so she brought as many cleansing and banishing herbs as she could bring. She kept Corinne entertained while Jen and I focused on who (or what) was in the

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-31331024058257586992010-11-09T21:10:00.001-08:002010-11-09T21:10:37.896-08:00

As mentioned, I was 'hired' for an investigation at a woman's home in Glendale last week.  The client and her daughter had recently moved into their home and had heard stories that the home was haunted.  Before moving in, she spoke with the neighbors who told her that the house was known as the "haunted house" in the neighborhood.  One man had hung himself in the home, and another person had

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-35594337989015577402010-10-29T20:08:00.001-07:002010-10-29T20:08:34.149-07:00

So, that investigation I mentioned....it's happening next Tuesday!  Here's what I know so far from the client: Basically, a person hung them self here and another person died here (both, I think, in the last 5 years).  The last people had to leave  because for the whole time they were here they didn't make any money at their business so couldn't afford it.... not that I think I'll have that

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-46919331208102602572010-10-27T18:34:00.001-07:002010-10-27T18:34:55.828-07:00

I stopped by my friend's house earlier this week.  She was the person who had recommended me to a neighbor of hers.  Well, as you can probably tell, that investigation never panned out.  She told me that her friend got too scared. However, she told me that another friend of hers just moved into a house nearby and she thinks the place may be haunted.  I guess she's started to feel melancholy

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-51865866535461593692010-09-23T12:30:00.001-07:002010-09-27T13:09:40.528-07:00

Well, this is new. For the past two days, when I've gotten home from work, a light has been on inside my apartment. The first time, I got home late from work and saw that my bathroom light was on. I've been known to leave the bathroom light on before, so I didn't think anything of it. I just chastised myself and went inside and turned the light off. Yesterday, I got home from work and noticed

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-87076420819224511702010-08-24T13:06:00.001-07:002010-08-24T13:07:15.359-07:00

This picture was taken by a friend's son. What or who do you see in the picture?

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-84767234482302364492010-08-20T22:30:00.001-07:002010-08-20T22:30:41.719-07:00

Recently, I traveled to Norfolk, VA to welcome my cousin home from a seven month deployment in the Navy.  After covering off the day-to-day logistics of getting him a new cell phone and a place to live, we took off for a few days of sightseeing.  The first stop on the agenda was Colonial Williamsburg, a place I'd been told I needed to visit.  We bought a ticket for that evening's ghost walk,

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-16729867885497334542010-07-06T15:22:00.000-07:002010-07-06T15:35:51.855-07:00

I was recently contacted by a friend who said her neighbor was having problems with a haunting in her home. Her neighbor contacted me about the possibility of investigating her home.While I am still waiting to hear back as to whether that investigation will go forward, I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to have business cards made.It's happened a couple of times where I've been

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-66991800572973753982010-04-28T14:24:00.000-07:002010-11-22T15:57:53.659-08:00

I considered not posting this, but since this blog IS about my experiences with the dead, and my learnings from them, I figure I shouldn't censor what happens.The following post is rated R.My mom once asked me, "Would a ghost watch you take a shower?" My response to her was, "If a person is a pervert when they're alive, they'll be a pervert once they're dead too."Enter Lawrence, the perverted

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-45788252207258671072010-04-12T16:48:00.001-07:002010-04-13T12:09:29.648-07:00

This post is a little strange and difficult for me to write. Strange, in that this sort of thing has never happened to me before. Difficult because it is in relation to sad events concerning a very good friend.Three weeks ago, my friend's mom was admitted to the hospital due to complications from pneumonia, which aggravated a pre-existing condition she had already been fighting, pulmonary

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-39699230379616137712010-03-24T00:42:00.000-07:002010-03-24T00:49:18.766-07:00

Just a funny story from yesterday. I worked from home because the AT&T people were going to be installing Uverse. Without going into any of the details of the saga that became, let me just jump to the part that's relevant to this blog.At one point, the technician who was doing the installation called his manager to come by to see the problem he was encountering. Up to this point, I had had my

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-91052081091363904932010-02-12T21:49:00.001-08:002010-02-12T21:50:44.484-08:00

As we've all heard, the Georgian luger, Nodar Kumaritashvili, died today while practicing at the Olympic Games.If you haven't seen the video footage, don't watch it. I think it's horrible that the news stations are showing it.However, if you have seen it, rest easy. His spirit moved on.

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-83198586998687329082010-02-03T20:34:00.001-08:002010-02-03T20:34:24.909-08:00

It's been a while since I posted, but not for lack of ghosties! In fact, ghostliness has been pretty darn high of late.  The last full moon (which I learned was to be the brightest in 2010 as the moon would be the closest to the earth) brought some ghosties that were fully apparated.  I was driving home from Hollywood with some friends and actually swerved because I thought I was going to hit

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-85363570406752446622009-11-24T22:53:00.000-08:002009-11-24T23:01:47.295-08:00

When you live with ghosts every day, sometimes you forget that other people don't. Over the last few weeks, I've had some friends over to my house (something that's relatively new to me - I don't usually have people over at my place because it's so small) who have told me some interesting things, which help me to open my eyes a little more than usual.First, three of my good friends spent the

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-72740485826839468972009-09-20T21:56:00.000-07:002009-09-20T22:28:35.959-07:00

Robin, Gail and I went into the Exhibit Hall to start getting ready for the tour at 10PM. The tour didn't start until midnight, but it takes us a LONG time to get those ghost outfits on. Not to mention, we got new body coverings - black matte fabric - so no more body paint needed! But - we needed to cut eye holes in it and make sure we could still see in the darkness of the engine room.As

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-16884337584537115292009-09-20T21:33:00.000-07:002009-09-20T22:06:05.876-07:00

As mentioned in the previous post, I was a grumpy goose on Saturday morning. My theme song sums it up: I got out of bed today staring at a ghost. The ghost of a housekeeper. I couldn't tell what time frame she was from, but I think it would be fun to see if there's a visual record of old housekeeping uniforms to see where hers fit in time. She was definitely wearing a knee length dress and it

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-15143617949966475502009-09-20T21:29:00.001-07:002009-09-20T21:29:13.173-07:00

I figure I need to tell this story in phases, as there is much to tell!  I arrived at the Queen Mary around 7PM on Friday night.  As mentioned in my earlier post, ghostie levels ( for me) have been high, so I was very nervous about what to expect.  I called Robin upon arrival, and she guided me to our set of rooms: The Eisenhower Suite. When I walked in, Robin led me to our room (I was sleeping

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-20516185220283767792009-09-18T15:28:00.000-07:002009-09-18T17:28:08.780-07:00

For the last three days, ghostie activity has been up (at least, it has for me). On Tuesday night, I was sitting at home with a friend, watching Arrested Development. I got distracted at one point by a little black blur that kept running from my kitchen, to the bedroom, to the bathroom, and back out. I couldn't focus on what it was, but it struck me as some kind of animal. Yet, I couldn't

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-83443554835045305642009-07-27T23:13:00.001-07:002009-07-27T23:13:31.655-07:00

Sorry for the delay everyone!  I've been so busy with life in general that I haven't had the time or energy to update the blog once I get home.  But suddenly, my extracurriculars have come to an end, and I'm finding that I have time to dedicate to staring at a computer screen. So this is just a silly story from the past weekend.  I went down to San Diego for Comic Con on Friday after work.  On

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-988693662102667192009-05-27T22:18:00.000-07:002009-05-27T22:31:00.107-07:00

I need to check, but I think the organized ghost hunt opportunity is out. The person who offered got laid off from her job (stupid economy), so we're not able to get access to the place anymore.In other news, one of my friends who works on the new A&E show "Obsessed" came up with a new TV pitch and wants *gulp* ME to star in it. I won't divulge details, but since I'm posting on this blog, you

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-29869732580951561012009-04-13T22:46:00.001-07:002009-04-13T22:46:01.361-07:00

As I type, I have an angry spirit pacing through my apartment.  He showed up about 20 minutes ago and decided to catch my attention by pulling my binders off my bookshelf. About 30 seconds ago, he was pacing back and forth at the end of my bed, cursing and muttering to himself. Right now, he is currently trying to sweet talk his way into showing me what he wants me to see. Who is he? He's in

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-30621739308871552612009-03-31T21:00:00.000-07:002009-03-31T21:34:47.734-07:00

As mentioned on my other blog, I went camping to the Salton Sea last weekend. On our drive home, we stopped at an archeological site chock full of native american rock carvings.I could tell when we got there that the area has seen a lot of people pass through over thousands of years. But that it was never permanently inhabited. I told Erin that I got the impressions that it would be a hangout

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-56086076538335623872009-03-22T12:27:00.000-07:002009-03-22T12:58:31.529-07:00

I was at my friend Holly's house the other night, just hanging out, when she asked me if I had any good ghost stories to tell her. I told her about the incident at the mission as part of my trip up north. She asked me if I went to the Winchester Mystery House. I told her I did, but that the house doesn't live up to the hype. I told her how when I walked up, I could tell the house was haunted,

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-43717905936507350352009-03-16T23:40:00.000-07:002009-03-17T00:09:47.511-07:00

Once again, things have been relatively quiet. I tend not to blog about the day to day spirits I encounter for fear of boring you all! If you would like to hear about them, then let me know!In lieu of any real news, I'll tell a ghost story (woooooooooooooo!!!!!!!). I was reminiscing tonight on some of the earliest spirit encounters I can remember, and the times growing up where I just couldn't

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-6387071729051562632009-02-15T01:59:00.001-08:002009-02-17T14:45:45.740-08:00

For President's "weekend", Jen and I decided to drive up to San Rafael (north of San Francisco) to visit friends. As mentioned before, due to rain/snow, we would not be able to make it through the Grapevine on the 5 freeway without chains on the tires of the car, so we decided to take the 101 freeway. About halfway through the drive, I started to see lots of spirit people along the road. Many

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-6267081726298577942009-02-14T15:37:00.001-08:002009-02-14T15:37:01.012-08:00

I don't really have time right now to recount everything, but MAN did I have a crazy experience last night.  We took the 101 up to San Fran (to avoid the snowy grapevine on the 5) and pasted San Miguel.  While we were passing, I was bombarded with spirits.  To the point that I was so overwhelmed I had to pull over and have Jen start driving. I will post more details soon of what exactly happened

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-19156163288999115392009-02-11T20:01:00.001-08:002009-02-11T20:01:57.553-08:00

For the last week, paranormal activity has been way up.  Just on my way home from work, I saw one ghost person walking down the street near work and a ghost animal near my house (I couldn't figure out what it was...maybe a coyote). Last night, there were two near work, and one near Nick and Robins (a man who surprised me as I got out of my car - he was standing just outside my drivers door so

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-87802659506606525502009-01-26T15:37:00.000-08:002009-01-26T15:45:50.257-08:00

(with the updates, that is). There just hasn't been much to report. I haven't seen the ghost in the gym again, although I noticed this morning that the area I saw her in has a weird vibe to it....may be that she's coming through when I'm not there.Let's see...what other ghosts have been hanging around lately? Man, I guess it's just the typical people on the street. Oh yeah, there were the

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-84578798008463943662008-12-15T09:46:00.000-08:002008-12-15T11:20:32.680-08:00

Today was the grand opening of the Disney Employee Fitness Center on the lot. Out of 10,000 employees, they only had 1500 memberships available. They held an enrollment lottery for membership and I was lucky enough to be chosen! They have state of the art equipment, personal trainers, masseurs - you name it - all for $20 a month! Whoo hoo!!So, I woke up this morning and it was pouring -

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-90756468825304844892008-10-22T12:46:00.000-07:002008-10-22T12:48:26.192-07:00

Psy test for those who want to test their own third eye. What do you see in this picture?For the curious, this is the main gate to Craigmillar Castle. This castle and I have a long history. Literally. Like 1500s long. Remind me to tell you the story sometime.

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-61942924184473454122008-10-16T10:37:00.000-07:002008-10-16T13:19:59.133-07:00

Last weekend was our semi-annual "war" trip. We travelled to the armpit of America, Taft, CA, for the SCA's Great Western War.Our encampment usually does a turkish theme, complete with hookah lounge. We spend the weekend hanging out - mostly singing songs around the campfire. Rarely do we walk over to the battlefield to watch the "war" (this year was no exception).This year, I drove up on

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-44568976209201319902008-09-24T17:32:00.000-07:002008-09-24T17:40:36.288-07:00

Two nights ago, the spirit of a young man was pacing between my bathroom and living room. I'd put him in his late twenties, short ash blonde hair, heavily tattooed, baggy pants with wallet chain. I seemed very agitated. His energy was very frantic. He struck me as the type of guy who would try to explain something in a roundabout way, and while you tried to dicipher exactly what he was saying,

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-44594651600097590232008-09-17T10:12:00.000-07:002008-09-17T10:41:33.585-07:00

I've pretty much decided that you have to have a fascination with the dead to do what I do. But you likewise need to have strong compassion for the living. And with both of these, you also need to separate yourself from both in order to do your job objectively.When I heard about the metrolink crash, I immediately had to turn on the TV and watch (fascination with the dead). For those who may

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-57258323236904311142008-09-08T23:21:00.001-07:002008-09-08T23:23:55.788-07:00

My maternal grandmother's spirit visited me tonight. She visits every now and then, I think just to check on me.Tonight, she was annoyed that I was cooking food on the stove, but was watching TV in the other room at the same time. I was sauteeing cube steak and she thought it very important that I stand over the pan and flip the meat, in order to avoid fire, burning the meat, or oil splatters;

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-15320981058359928532008-09-08T10:07:00.000-07:002008-09-08T11:32:24.075-07:00

Well, I was supposed to hit up Alcatraz this past weekend, but due to my friends' tight budgets, we had to take it off the menu. Bummer. I really wanted to go there to check out what haunts there may be in the place. The moon was first quarter, waxing, which is when my ghostie receptors tend to be at their peak. It was the perfect time to go....or was it?I spent the weekend hanging with

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-89128028385071611782008-08-19T17:51:00.000-07:002008-08-19T17:59:45.665-07:00

It's a show on A&E. Season one was cheesy beyond reason. But so far, they've done some decent things on season two. Last night, they went into a home that a woman wanted to sell. She had lived there since she was very young. She talked about a spirit called "Edward" that was in the house with her. She wanted him to go before she sold it. As soon as they showed the house, I knew it was

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-12855381078996962662008-08-04T09:44:00.000-07:002008-08-04T10:06:38.661-07:00

On Saturday afternoon, I trudged down to Hollywood to see Batman at the Arclight. I don't know why it didn't cross my mind before to see the movie at the Arclight. Yes, you pay about $2 more per ticket, but you get a reserved seat. So, no standing in long lines at the theater, hoping you get the perfect spot! You can show up 5 mins before show time and know that you've already got it.Anyway, I

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Ok, well...NORTH Hollywood! Cat just came over to tell me that her husband left her a voicemail stating that he was filming at Universal Studios in what they claim is a haunted sound stage.The irony: He's working on "Ghost Whisperer." Nice....While Cat got the voicemail too late, her husband was offering for us to meet him on his "lunch" break (at 6:30PM) to do a mini ghost hunt on the stage.

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-76973908155654692342008-06-26T16:50:00.000-07:002008-06-26T16:53:48.870-07:00

I need to remember to bring my digital camera to band rehearsal one of these days. For those who may not know, I am in a pick-up band at Disney and we rehearse in one of the old Disney warehouses on Tuesday and Thursday nights.Every time we're there rehearsing, I see a shadowy figure in the building. I don't get any sort of feeling from it - neither positive or negative. What's making me crazy

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-44583930863581211762008-06-23T21:41:00.001-07:002008-06-23T22:04:07.451-07:00

This past weekend, I went to Sequoia National Park to volunteer with planting to restore a habitat. On the way up, we stopped at what's called "Hospital Rock." I'm not sure why it's called that, but it has pictographs painted on it from native american tribes. When we pulled up to the site, I could immediately feel the risidual energy of the place. It was definitely used regularly by native

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Has anyone else noticed that paranormal activity has been picking up lately? It started right around Memorial Day and was really strong through about the 8th. It's been steady since, but there seem to be a lot more spirits out and about (seems like more than usual).

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If you've been to Aimee In Chaos, then you know that I bought new bedding today. As I was taking pictures in preparation for the post on that blog, I noticed a strange anomally.Just as the flash went on the first picture, I saw through the screen on the digital camera that someone was sitting on my bed! When I looked up, I saw that my grandma (passed in 1996) was sitting on the bed. She looked at

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-70275886727864295802008-06-07T20:31:00.001-07:002008-06-07T20:31:52.771-07:00

Lisa Williams just posted this on her blog. It really struck a chord with me. I hope if there are those of you out there with gifted children that you promote their gifts.

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Last night, the spirit of a small asian woman was in my apartment. Similar to Marcus, I have no idea how she found me, nor who she was or why she was visiting me. I wasn't really in the mood to communicate with her, so I "played dumb," pretending I didn't know she was there. I figured if she started knocking things around and making a ruckus, I'd cave in and see what she was about. I felt

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-27438476234124122102008-05-29T16:33:00.000-07:002008-05-29T16:45:19.960-07:00

War Ghosts: Native American spirits who I have seen more often the more times I go to war (in Potrero, CA). This year, the first spirit I saw was on the first night there-standing in our tent, watching us sleep (creepy!). I saw two more spirits the next night after a late-night bathroom run. Walking back into camp, I saw two spirits - one investigating our flag pole, the other fiddling with

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-67712687558058798002008-03-23T00:27:00.000-07:002008-03-23T00:51:34.342-07:00

After my soccer game this evening, Nick and Robin met me so we could go check out a bar downtown called the Redwood Bar & Grill. It was a pirate themed locale, and while the decor was great, the overall appeal was lacking a bit.On the plus side, the bar was a scant 4 blocks from the place where I used to help lead the Ghost Expeditions, when they were in Los Angeles. Because Nick and Robin were

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-48836416795165185822008-03-13T17:52:00.000-07:002008-03-13T18:12:03.884-07:00

Several weeks ago (beginning of February), my mom flew out and she and my pal Erin and I went to the Conscious Life expo. I was hoping the expo would be truly enlightening and teach me more about this ghostie thing...it didn't, but was still fun.That weekend, mom and I went to Disneyland. It's the first time I've ever seen a spirit at Disneyland. Most mediums/psychics will say that places with

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-88290776245149585782008-02-06T09:22:00.000-08:002008-02-06T09:47:55.578-08:00

I haven't posted a lot lately because I haven't done any organized ghost hunting. That's not to say things have been quiet - they haven't. For the past several weeks, paranormal activity has been very high and the dead are walking around everywhere!I went to Nick's work the other day to do a follow-up to the ghost hunt we did there last June. Not an organized hunt, more of a check-up. Last

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-2422463004472886662008-01-22T16:53:00.001-08:002008-01-22T17:16:07.958-08:00

...I'd say that Heath Ledger's death was an accidental overdose. Click this link, then watch the video of the medical examiners taking his body out of his apartment. Just before they exit, Heath's ghost comes out and turns back toward the gurney. As he walks along the gurney toward the van, he appears to be gesturing wildly (pulling at his hair) and shouting. He seems panicked.So, either he

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-83992209493548072552008-01-09T11:33:00.001-08:002008-01-09T12:48:44.525-08:00

For New Years, I accompanied my good friends Nick and Robin to Robin's family's home outside of Sacramento. Robin wanted me to go to her Grandfather's home to see if it was haunted. When I got there, I got the strong presence of a female in one of the bedrooms. When I described her and illustrated what she was wearing, Robin could not place her. I got the name "Sandra" or "Sandy," but as I'm

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-40813286999137025012007-12-22T17:09:00.000-08:002007-12-22T17:11:38.225-08:00

It never used to be, but my dad took up garage and estate saling. Three times now, I've seen the ghost of a parrot flying around the house. I asked my dad, and he confirmed that he went to an estate sale where there was a parrot. He can't remember if he bought anything though. Not sure how to rid the house of a parrot!

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-77563078794265932372007-12-09T15:35:00.000-08:002007-12-09T16:02:06.403-08:00

Last night, I had the opportunity to go back to Shabu Shabu, as mentioned in this post. Erin and I wanted to check out the Psychic Eye Book Store to look at what crystals they might have. When I looked up directions to the Sherman Oaks store (which is much larger than the Burbank store), I noticed that it was right down the street from the Shabu Shabu restaurant. So I asked Erin, Nick and Robin

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-52853470327115436822007-12-05T11:46:00.000-08:002007-12-05T12:06:08.815-08:00

I went to lunch yesterday at Yoshi's Shabu Shabu Restaurant in Sherman Oaks (food, by the way - yummy!). Before sitting down for the meal, I decided to hit up the restroom. It was one of those small, single stall kinds, where you walk in and see the sink, but then there's another locking door that leads to the toilet (two rooms in one!). Anyway - when I opened the door, the lights were off,

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-12105806065000881702007-12-03T12:32:00.001-08:002007-12-03T12:34:39.589-08:00

Not much has been happening lately beyond seeing the typical ghost while out and about. The other night at the movies, I saw a ghost near the movie theater, but he was more confused about the situation than anything else. Also, Nick and Robin's ghost cat was back. I need to get out and do some organized, concentrated ghost work soon!

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-63992704956107643422007-11-27T17:07:00.000-08:002007-11-27T17:12:49.168-08:00

Psychics on Larry King"Energy never dies, it just changes form." - Shirley Maclaine explaining how the Dalai Lama and Stephen Hawking can agree on the idea of spirits and life after death.

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-33103114302992883912007-11-18T11:43:00.000-08:002007-11-18T11:50:50.040-08:00

These are just a couple of thoughts I've had recently, based on things happening in my life. First, I was re-certified for CPR. When I took the class, I learned that legally, once you start giving CPR you're not allowed to stop unless under very specific circumstances (such as an EMT taking over). If you're doing CPR, it means that the person has actually died - they have no pulse, no signs of

Aimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17055820167565204384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727228572213765306.post-28270689765604751002007-11-13T09:00:00.000-08:002007-11-14T10:41:36.345-08:00

For some reason, I've been getting a lot of messages in my dreams lately. This is actually a new phenomenon for me, and I'm not sure yet what it means or what I'm supposed to do with it.Last night, I dreamt that I was in a library reading nook type setting. Kind of like an area in the library where they read children's books aloud. Anyway, there was me, Nick, Robin and about 10-15 other random

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