Ghosts and Hauntings
If you go a hunt on private property this Halloween ask permission.
Make a checklist/agenda for the hunt.
Start time, who’s who in the zoo? What equipment? Back up batteries? More than one EVP recorder (verification, validation) What’s the layout, what are we going to cover, what’s off limits? have a first aid kit. What time to we end. AND who is going to help process the information.
If you have any local groups I suggest join them, they have the experience and tribal knowledge on what to do and what not to do. I have been lucky with the few I have hunted with. Good people, skeptics and believers, keeping it curious.
Have Fun and a Happy Halloween!
If you read the Bayou Savage, Ghost Hunter books you remember the father, the bad-ass who inspires Bayou to be a ghost fighter, They both use the 1953 Fender Esquire in their ghost fighting. Today I shot a quick video of him (real cat is 87 year-old Bob Russell, my father) talking about guitar. Shooting it my iPhone ran out memory. So its not finished but for a short vid of him, you get a feeling about him from watching this.
The Bayousavage.com is up and reborn. We tried to keep up as much as we could from the old website with a few new twists (check out the music tab) Thanks to all of you for your support. Music, wine, and good story telling is a great combination.
Here is the link to the new website: https://bayousavage.com/
Chase Walker is a kick-ass friend. He has always understood my writing style and made it coherent with color and details I never imagined. He is my co-author on the Bayou series. We have a good writing and personal relationship. After being in Minneapolis for years and moving back to Waynesville NC has been a pleasure. Details in the books, the mountains are real, Waynesville and Asheville are real towns. The beauty is real. The characters are real to us.
We both have been doing other projects the last two years and been busy with life, not getting to the Bayou series.
We got together Thursday night and had a Bayou Savage discussion that had been long overdue. We discussed the 2002 beginning and the 2004 publication of “The Resurrection of Bayou Savage, Guitar Ghost Fighter.” We discussed book II “The Ghost Wars.” and we both knew exactly what happened on book III, “Attack on the Institute” and why it never was finished.
I kept adding elements and it grew too complex. I had read that adding romance was the way to go for big time ratings and profits. The problem is that it (in our small focus groups) we found that the romance took away from the other two books as paranormal action themes. As we discussed the not finished book III, I remembered my two favorite scenes in the book. Chase said he didn’t remember those scenes as he had been doing his mojo on the first half of the book. My scenes were at the end of the book. Curious if I had imagined writing those scenes I came home, pulled up the original manuscript, reread what I written years ago. It was there, yeahhh, I hadn’t imagined it, I copied and sent it to him.
But as I reread the ending it made me cry. It was the finale that I had written the book for. For me that’s not unusual. In my mind books I and II were one big book. Book III, I had the ending in mind when I started.
Last night, I had a glass of wine and thinking about that ending I wanted to finish up a few stray thoughts I had. Going into the zone, I started writing. Book IV started forming. Tentatively called “Bloodstone Moonshine or the Bloodstone Chronicles or something else… This time I took the ending from the not published book III and wrote 7 straight pages, picking up where book III left off. Probably didn’t help that I was watching John Wick 2 in the background with the wine. Somewhere between the two I found my muse and it kicked in. I have a rough outline in my mind how the book should go. Mist now has the Bloodstone and grown more powerful, Bayou is a now older, wiser guitar ghost fighter, Quirk has gone through a big change and organizing some big adjustments. Steve Johnson is a freshly minted guitar ghost fighter, and his wife Jade is there also.
So for any friends/fans of the Bayou series, if book III every gets finished, understand I am now working on book IV, lol. Its all good. Don’t know about other authors but for me if felt good getting back in touch with the characters we created. The characters have been friends for years.
ps: If any of you had not done the series, the best way to do it is to listen to the audio book. Chase does the reading with his gravely voice and the music is cool. Here is the link we posted on YouTube to give you a taste: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNkjUsI6L1I
As light faded, a century dissolved, and I heard ghosts. No ectoplasm or voices, just a powerful presence of the past, heightened by the potential consequences of my own folly in being there.
So, think about ghosts. If we visit the original place, or we hold the artifact in our hand, and, if we find the right frame of mind, then something happens. Combine knowledge of the past with the physical object, and we can get much more than the sum of two parts. If the circumstances are right, we share something with those who once touched — or who saw — what we now touch or see.
We find history transcending dates and facts. We join the past by sensing its unique texture. We hear what it’s telling us. The same thing happened to me when a Polish friend took me to see Auschwitz on a rainy weekday — a day when we, and the ghosts, were the only beings in that desolate place.
But, put aside slaughter and genocide. Happier ghosts dwell in, say, old books. Look at marginalia in books from other centuries — in books that’ve changed lives. As we read what readers have left in the margins, their ghosts reveal the transforming power of the written word in other ages. Or walk through old houses, for all houses are haunted in the sense that I offer the word.
And I leave you with this claim. It is, simply, that we never fully know any history until we quiet our minds, and listen to the people who once lived it.
From a John Lienhard blog post at the University of Houston
North Carolina’s mountains are full of phantoms, spooks, haunts, haints, weird creatures and crazy happenings. The hills are filled with classic ghost stories, and with places to go to seek out the unusual and paranormal. We’ve got demon dogs, haunted hot springs, mysterious lights, stories and songs to keep folk singers and storytellers busy forever.
Thought for the day. We all love the paranormal. We wouldn’t do this if we didn’t. Me personally, I keep looking for that one event that will blow my mind.
My problem is that I recognize my assumptions and know my own personality. My personality wants to believe, my education over-questions each supernatural occurrence. I never hunt alone, and have found it effects my mind on how I think depending who I hunt with. I find myself prey to mirror-imaging and related mindsets. Don’t know about you, but I find myself cherry-picking to support my ghost. My motto and its very, very hard to live: Value evidence over belief.
Most ghost hunters have a number of stories on their memory shelves about ghost hunts that went well, maybe even by the book. Perfect, everything went as planned with activity and evidence.
Then tucked away there may be a tale or two about a ghost hunt that was successful, even though it required a little bit of luck to complete. We caught what we were looking for but not in the way we planned.
Then, there are ghost hunts we want to forget. No what what we do, they fall off the shelf and hit our memory function at unexpected moments. Perhaps, its the time we knew it wasn’t paranormal but we never found the root cause. If we did we found natural solutions but weren’t sure which one was the real root. Same way as finding the paranormal, we got in over our heads. Not prepared, or no explanation of what was happening.
Sometimes there are events we wished we hadn’t participated in.
We all have stories, you have yours and I have mine. One of my ghost hunts a long, long, time ago I had something happen I couldn’t figure out. A ghost hunter named Tom Turner and myself were on a hunt. We both inadvertently fell asleep around 2 am in the house we were inspecting.
We both work up running out of the house around 3 am, freaked out, not knowing why we were running, except that we were scared to death.
Tom and I never figured out what happened, except that something woke up both up and freaked us out to make us run out of a house at full speed.
I consulted many friends and experts about what might have happened. Although I didn’t know it at the time, through of my diligence and research, I never found the root cause. I kept track of a number of possible suspects, but no matter what I did, no clear cut solution appeared. It has never happened to me again.
If I was able to go back in time, I would have had a vid recorder. I am curious as to what actually happened.
To my credit since then, I have a few successes, learned to use technology, got better at rigor, and using the scientific method in my hunts.
I wonder how many of us have events stored somewhere in our closet memory of stories we can’t forget. Memories that haunt us at times, like mine. Let me know what you think, it might just be me.