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“You live in a bubble.” A common phrase often slung as an insult in the political arena, to describe someone who has a coddled lifestyle. Whether through wealth, class, upbringing, or where someone lives, “Living in a bubble” insulates them from the “real world”. How could a trust fund kid possibly understand the plight of someone that grew up with a single mother living in Section 8 housing? How could someone who has spent their entire life in the suburbs, possibly understand the everyday life of a farmer in rural Kansas? How could someone who grew up with a specific religion, understand the beliefs of someone who was raised with a different religion? You know the drill. The truth is, we ALL live in a bubble – a bubble of our own imagined reality.
Of course, by now, if you listen to the SOS-RADIO.com Podcast, you have heard me ruminate about our perception of time, and how our perception of time is not how time actually works. Instead, time is a construct that we have created in our minds to make sense of it all. As we grow older, our perception of time actually changes. When you are 5-years-old, one hour is much different than your perception of one hour when you are 70-years-old. The more time we experience, the faster it actually moves in our brain and therefore our perception of time changes. Time itself hasn’t changed. Our perception of time did.
This does not mean that time slows down and speeds up as we age, it simply means that we perceive it differently as we experienced more of it. When sleeping or dreaming, time is completely irrelevant. In a dream, there could be a whole set of memories, in fact an entirely different narrative to your life, which happens in a split-second in reality, or conscious, waking life. So the question is, is linear time and the way we experienced it, at all relevant to the environment around us?
I have theorized for many years, that human beings actually exist in somewhat of a Wi-Fi bubble, if you will, of our perception of time, in our living spaces and our environment. Which is to say that we physically hold objects in our perception of time simply by being present.
Imagine for a moment, that one house at the end of your neighborhood that went abandoned years ago, or that business that shut down a few months ago. When you notice that location after say, a few months or even a few years, your always shocked by how quickly it has deteriorated. The property has literally fallen into disrepair: paint chipping off, shutter and gutters detached, windows filthy with dust, plants overgrown. You ask yourself, “Man, when was that place abandoned? By appearance, could it have been that long ago?” It seems like a lot of deterioration in such a short amount of time.
I am fairly certain everyone has experienced this. Because of my hobby foraging and looking for snakes, I visit a lot of abandoned, dilapidated, run-down places. In one season, there might be a house that is occupied, and the next time I see it, it is abandoned and completely destroyed by the elements. In fact, I can think of one specific house in Kankakee County, Illinois, that I pass probably five or six times a summer for the past ten years. At the beginning of those ten years, the house was occupied and ramshackle, but it was not falling apart. Then, a couple of years down the line it, went abandoned, and the roof started falling off and the windows started falling out and everything was just a mess. I went by it the other day, and people started cleaning it up, and even though they did not do any structural repairs, it almost looks as if it was healed – like it came back to life just from someone caring about it again and being in its presence.
Now imagine two identical houses. One has a family living in it and the other has been abandoned. What would happen to the abandon house after a year? Chances are it will look like it has been abandoned for a long, long time: animals will have gotten into it, shutters falling off, windows all dirty, paint falling off, water stains in the ceiling, roof collapsing. Other than just living in it, the identical, occupied house, will look much different than the abandoned one and will still be intact. Even if the people living in the home only up-kept the house to bare minimum, there would be very little, if any, signs of deterioration. What would cause the abandoned house to break down so quickly? Other than animals taking nest, what makes the house fall apart so quickly? Could it be that the home has reverted to “natural time”? In other words, the home’s rate of decay is different when humans are not present to keep it in their “bubble”.
From what I have observed, I feel very strongly that human beings, by simply being present, can actually hold a physical space, or object (a house in this case) in our perception of time. That simply by being here, we are keeping things from decaying and falling apart quicker, because the way we perceive time is slower than time actually moves in nature.
Perhaps it is just a crackpot theory, but I believe there is some merit to it. Besides, just about everyone can see this theory in action in their own neighborhood.
Look around and see if you can observe this phenomenon yourself and let us know your thoughts. Send them to Submissions@sos-radio.com
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READ THE NOTES BELOW FOR DETAILED TIME STAMPS. TURN THE VOLUME UP.
I believe the energy was “charging” itself, as evident with the lights acting weird, before it could manifest physically (moving the chair).
07:12 – 07:15 – I have NO idea what that popping/snapping sound is!
08:33 – Motion sensor light turns off – Completely normal.
10:04 – Fluorescent lights turn on – Completely NOT NORMAL.
10:10 – Fluorescent lights POP off – NOT NORMAL.
10:11.5 – Fluorescent lights POP on – DOES IT LOOK LIKE A FACE IN THE CORVETTE’S DRIVER WINDOW?!?! Definitely NOT NORMAL.
10:50.5 – iPhone video camera tries to focus on something, looks like a shadow
11:05 – Fluorescent lights turn off, no POP.
11:16 – 11:17 – I have no idea what these snapping/popping sounds are!
12:10.5 – Fluorescent lights SNAP on – Again, NOT NORMAL.
12:37 – Fluorescent lights turn off.
12:51 – 12:53 – This is what I believe to be the beginning of the chair MOVING!!
12:58 – Fluorescent lights comes back on.
13:02 – The CHAIR MOVES!!
13:10 – 13:12 – EVP?? I cannot make out what it says.
13:13 – Chair moves even farther!!
13:21 – 13:23 – Fluorescent light turns off and chairs moves one final time!
13:58 – 14:11 – Scratching / dragging sounds then SNAP. No idea what that is!
18:59 – 19:03 – More strange sounds.
20:08 – I make my way back into garage, motion sensor lights come back on, and I collect the phone.
20:29 – This is the end of the video. No further footage. I hit STOP RECORD too soon.
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UFO captured on cell phone by Joe Erie’s father, Mario Erie. Cell phone footage captured on November 6, 2016 at 2 o’clock AM Central in River Grove, Illinois. Photographs of the same object were captured by Erie’s friend, Jorie, in Evanston, Illinois at the same time. Evanston, IL is 19 miles from River Grove, IL.
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Chicago’s Own: Supernatural Occurrence Studies’ Jason Nhyte on Cancel the Cabal with Stephen Roberts 12-13-15
Jason Nhyte spent an hour talking about different paranormal topics with Stephen Roberts, self-proclaimed “corruption exposing journalist” and government conspiracy expert, and host of Cancel the Cabal internet radio show.
Topics of our 1-hour discussion include:
143rd & Midlothian Turnpike – Bremen Township, IL
GPS Coordinates: +41° 37′ 50.80″, -87° 46′ 14.51″
A two-headed monster. Floating orbs of light. A mysterious woman in white. An Outfit goon. A glowing monk. A phantom horse and carriage. Unearthly growls. Satanists. Decapitated bodies. Demon dogs and a disappearing house. Sound like an unbelievable nightmare? That’s exactly what hundreds, thousands, of people from all walks of life claim to experience at one of Illinois’ – and quite possibly the world’s – most haunted locations; Batchelor Grove Cemetery.
Investigated for decades by paranormal enthusiasts and curiosity seekers, Batchelor Grove Cemetery, or just the Grove, (or Old Bachelor’s Grove, or English Bachelor’s Grove, or Batchelder’s Grove, or Petzel Grove…take your pick) refuses to allow camera-toting paranormal aficionados to leave its confines with a blank roll of film or without a harrowing story to tell. Located southwest of the intersection of 143rd Street & Midlothian Turnpike and east of Ridgeland avenue in Bremen Township, near Oak Forest, Midlothian and Crestwood, Illinois, the Grove consistently produces intriguing evidence of ghostly activity and other supernatural phenomenon.
Legend has it people have been decapitated here. Others swear they’ve seen a two-headed “monster” skulk its way out of the adjacent pond, only to disappear once it reaches the cemetery proper. A woman in white, known as the Madonna of Batchelor Grove, has been seen and photographed. Blue, red and white orbs of light, or spirit orbs, chase cemetery-goers. Some have seen a menacing Outfit-type figure, complete with a trench coat and fedora hat, standing defiantly on the cemetery’s footpaths. Others have been chased from the Grove by unearthly growls and groans, sounds that seem to come from everywhere and nowhere. Large “demon dogs” are said to be the source of the terrifying growls, quadrupedal beasts with red eyes that prowl the woods, the graveyard itself and the cemetery’s abandoned access road. There are numerous reports of a black phantom sedan and an old fashioned horse and buggy haunting both the access road and Midlothian Turnpike. Still others have encountered a glowing, hooded “monk”, and probably the Grove’s most famous mystery, a disappearing farmhouse.
The phantom farmhouse is frequently seen sitting a short distance into the forest, to the left if walking the access road towards the cemetery, to the right if running from the cemetery. At first glance, the ghostly abode appears to be a simple turn-of-the-century farmhouse, and many have probably seen it without knowing what they were really seeing. Eyewitness reports are eerily similar: the house is a white two-story with a large front porch, a porch swing, a picket fence and a glowing light in the front window. Legend has it, when someone tries to approach the home, the home itself slips further and further away into the surrounding woods until it disappears completely. To date, no one has ever reached the phantom farmhouse, or if they have, never made it back to tell about it.
Historically, there was a settlement at Batchelor Grove where a farm house like the one described above could have existed. Groups of pioneers, namely “Yankees” of English, Irish and Scottish-American descent and later large Germanic groups, settled the Batchelor Grove area as early as the 1820’s. (Bettenhausen, 1995) Why someone’s home would stick around to haunt present day cemetery-goers is a mystery. Common practice held that parcels of land were named after the families that settled them. For example, records indicate that plots of land near Batchelor Grove bore names like Walker’s Grove, Gooding’s Grove and Blackstone’s Grove. Accordingly, Batchelor Grove was aptly settled as Batchelder’s Grove, likely named after the Batchelder family who had been living in the area as of 1845 or earlier. (Bettenhausen, 1995) The BATCHELOR spelling is used in this story because that is the spelling most commonly found in period documents and is the spelling used on the original plat for the Village of Bremen for 1853. (Bettenhausen, 1995)
Surely the Grove’s location and physical condition fuels its supernatural rumors, as Batchelor Grove could be described as nothing less than the cliché horror movie graveyard. The cemetery is completely isolated, set a quarter-mile into forest preserves, abandoned and forlorn. On three sides, dense forest envelope the Grove, while a stagnant, green-slime covered pond flanks it on the fourth. Holes and gullies left by macabre grave robbers and the occasional collapsing coffin trip up the careless wanderer, while remaining tombstones rise at awkward angles, jutting from the earth like rotting teeth. Spring, summer and fall finds Batchelor Grove overrun with weeds, grass and fallings, potential hideaways for any number of ghoulish cemetery treats, while winter blankets the cemetery in a muting cover of snow. During warm months, bats fly overhead, and owls hoot and coyotes howl. Add a lightning storm, and suddenly Batchelor Grove transmogrifies into a B-Movie necropolis where the dead walk and innocent coeds meet their fate.
According to an article in Where the Trails Cross entitled Batchelor Grove Cemetery.by Brad L. Bettenhausen of the South Suburban Genealogical & Historical Society, this 264’ X 286’ plot of land (roughly one acre) accepted its first internment in approximately 1838, a man named William B. Nobles at lot 56 or 60 (see map). According to Bettenhausen, the last burials at Batchelor Grove are believed to have taken place in 1965, when a woman by the name of Laura M. McGhee was laid to rest in lot 42, 43, 44 or 59 (see map), and in 1989, when the cremated remains of Robert E. Shields were laid to rest at his family’s plot 17 (see map).
In between its first and last entombments, the Grove has seen somewhere in the neighborhood of one hundred fifty to two hundred burials. Sadly, no one knows exactly how many bodies remain. Early records are sketchy at best. Ghoulish grave robbers have exhumed and desecrated bodies. Relatives removed loved ones and had them reinterred elsewhere. Tombstones have been moved, smashed, heaved into the adjoining pond and even stolen. Ironically, a few of the pilfered tombstones were later returned to the Grove because thieves believed them cursed.
As time passed, so did the living relatives of those still entombed at the Grove. The cemetery quickly slipped from a peaceful place of reverence to something more sinister. With no one regularly caring for family plots, Batchelor Grove quickly fell into ruin. Weeds and patches of day lilies took over, suffocating the once beautiful landscape. Broken glass and graffiti quickly replaced ornate tombstones and carefully manicured plots. Real trouble began in the 1960s, when a section of the Midlothian Turnpike, which is now the abandoned access road, was closed to vehicle traffic, permanently isolating the cemetery from the rest of the world.
Because of its secluded, out-of-the-way location, Batchelor Grove became a popular destination for enamored teens and young lovers looking for dappled privacy. With the onslaught of teens came the inevitable drinking parties. To gain entrance, vandals destroyed the chain link fence surrounding the cemetery, ripping its gate wide open and off its hinges. When caretakers repaired the gate, delinquents cut several holes in the fencing to gain entrance, which ghost hunters still use today.
Things have gotten so out of hand at Batchelor Grove, that Forest Preserve Police regularly patrol areas surrounding the cemetery in efforts to curb violence and vandalism, as rumors of satanic activity, rapes, murders and even decapitations have plagued the cemetery at one time or another in its troubled history. Every year, in a one month time frame, from approximately October 15th to mid-November, Cook County Forest Preserve officers increase their presence around Batchelor Grove and will issue anywhere from one hundred to over four hundred ordinance violation tickets. Especially during the Halloween season, nearly all violations are handed out to curiosity seekers who flock to Batchelor Grove in droves to try and catch a glimpse of the hauntings or to conduct some other type of macabre business.
The Grove draws all types of crowds. On a daytime visit to Batchelor Grove, a few days before Halloween 2009, this author found the Grove alive with action. Some thirty people milled about. A man with long greasy hair, wearing a tiger striped shirt and leather pants, provided to cemetery-goers tortilla wrap hors d’oeuvres off a gleaming silver platter. Two different documentary film crews conducted interviews, while a number of amateur ghost hunters tweaked their equipment and loaded cameras in preparation for sundown. Black-clad teenagers, with moons and stars stenciled on their foreheads, flitted among the two most famous tombstones, Fulton and Infant Daughter (see map). Often times, these same cemetery revelers leave totemic offerings like toys,trinkets, candles and candy at the base of Infant Daughter’s tomb (see map).
Officer Dave Griffin of the Cook County Forest Preserve believes it is the legends that herd people to the Grove. “I don’t know if there are ghosts, but of course there are things beyond our comprehension,” Griffin said. Even though local police are an effective deterrent, the law cannot stop the spoken and written word. Officer Griffin chuckles. “People go to the Grove to be scared because of all the stories. The boys try to impress their girlfriends. But when the police get there, the boys are the first to run!” Griffin confirmed that the cemetery has a history of being haunted but he insists that “there are no ghosts and the disappearing house everyone describes never existed.
Even though the disappearing house’s existence is in question, a history of satanic activity certainly is not. According to Griffin, “someone dug up a skull to use for evil purposes and several disemboweled rabbits and dead chickens were discovered on the Grove’s grounds, proving the existence of satanic activity.” And who can forget the dug up, desecrated bodies? One can only imagine the nefarious purposes for such activity.
Though Officer Griffin if fairly certain that the Grove’s ghostly lore is unfounded, he was able to shed some light on the infamous decapitation stories. As it turns out, they are not just tall tales, they actually happened. Back in the cemetery’s heyday, when the access road leading to Batchelor Grove was still a functioning section of the Midlothian Turnpike, a careless man stuck his head out of his sunroof or convertible while driving too fast. Unbeknownst to the driver, his head was about to wage war with a large, low-lying tree branch. The branch won and the driver’s head was purportedly ripped from his shoulders. Silly and careless as this story might seem, another is much more sinister. One night, a depraved individual strung piano wire across the cemetery’s access road, attaching it to a tree on either side. The perpetrator proceeded to scare a small group of people out of the cemetery, forcing them to run down the access road toward what they believed was safety. The runner-in-lead caught the piano wire across the neck, cleanly separating the poor victim’s head from body.
Even neighbors living near the cemetery have fallen victim to its dark side. William O’Shea and his wife Teresa, along with their two daughters, have lived next to the infamous cemetery for almost twenty years. Some know this house as The Last House on the Left, named after a 1972 film by Wes Craven. When this author approached Mr. O’Shea’s home to speak to him as research for this story, Mr. O’Shea reacted violently. He cursed me and approached as if wanting to strike me. Mr. O’Shea is big, well over six feet, and dressed like a blue-collar worker: heavy button-up shirt, blue jeans and dirty work boots. His eyes and hair a little wild.
My first instinct was to take to heels, but I am glad I held my ground. Mr. O’Shea and his wife proved quite valuable in writing this story. Before he would talk to me, I had to plead my case, and finally after understanding that I wanted to interview him, not merely park in his driveway to access the cemetery, he surrendered. “I’m on the defensive,” O’Shea said almost apologetically. “Four carloads of people came here yesterday asking to park here.”
Cemetery visitors, or what O’Shea calls the Scooby-dooers, have not been nice to his family. People, mostly teenagers, have broken his car windows after being told not to park in his driveway. His tires have been slashed on more than one occasion. His chickens have been stolen and later found mutilated in the cemetery. O’Shea stopped raising chickens. In the wee hours of the morning, people knock on his door asking to use his bathroom. O’Shea looked at the ground and shook his head. “One time around midnight, a young man asked to use my phone to call his mom because he was afraid of breaking curfew.
Although not a believer in the supernatural, Mr. O’Shea understands why people flock to the cemetery. “If you write about Batchelor Grove and someone else writes about it, and people read that stuff, they’ll come because they want to experience the strange.
O’Shea’s wife, Teresa, is a believer. A short, round woman with long black hair and a huge smile, Teresa told me that the walls of her one-hundred-sixty-year-old 5-bedroom home bleed on occasion. She says her daughter’s room fills with the stench of pipe smoke when no one is smoking, and that she hears sounds like “poker chips being stacked” when obviously no one is playing poker. Teresa mentioned that the previous caretaker of Bachelor Grove (possibly Mr. Clarence Fulton) used to own her house and hinted that maybe his connection to the cemetery explains her house’s haunted happenings.
After interviewing the O’Sheas for about an hour, Teresa agreed to accompany myself and my photographer to Batchelor Grove. By now it was near dark. I became agitated while walking Batchelor’s Grove access road. After all, it was dusk and just before Halloween. My photographer went into the Grove and snapped some fifty pictures on his Nikon digital camera while Teresa and I talked outside the cemetery. All at once, Teresa and I were overwhelmed with the feeling that something was wrong. At the same time, we turned and saw someone, or something, walking up the trail about thirty feet in front of us, then, just as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone. Simultaneously, my photographer walked out of the cemetery and said that he felt something strange. We hadn’t told him about what we just experienced, yet he felt it too. Suddenly, all three of us got the chills and goose bumps. It felt like someone dumped buckets of ice water over us. We looked at each other frantically. No one else was around. It was just us and the advancing darkness and the awful silence.
Teresa suggested we leave immediately. The Grove had done it again.
On our way out, Teresa nonchalantly said, “That was a girl. She went that way,” and pointed into the immeasurably dark woods surrounding us, undoubtedly trying to explain away our fright.
It didn’t work.
So you don’t have a sixth sense, or keen perception, but you would like to find and study your own “fresh” haunted location. Hauntings are a lot more common than one would think, so there really isn’t much to it. Here are just a few steps you can take to find your own spot.
- Ask around. One of the best ways to come up with leads is by talking to locals. Every town, neighborhood and city has a story or two floating around about a haunting. Go into a local bar or restaurant and strike up a conversation. If you’re lucky, that restaurant or bar may have stories of its own. Before you know it, you’ll have more than enough leads. Try to avoid following up on things you may have heard about or sound eerily familiar, look for more personalized accounts that seem sincere. Do not underestimate teenagers either – they usually have the best insight into the stranger happenings around town.
- Find an old, creepy looking location. Sounds kind of hack, I realize, but chances are if a place is old it has a lot of history. If it gives you the heebie-jeebies just looking at it, there’s probably a reason. Most buildings that are over a few decades old, statistically speaking, will have been the setting of a death or tragic event at some point. Find someone who lives or works there and politely lead into a conversation about what may be taking place. If you approach the situation the right way, you may get a lot more information than you bargained for.
3. Find a historical area. Historical locations where battles, fires or other tragedies have occurred are usually great places to find a haunting. If you hear a likely scenario that may sound like the background to a haunting, start asking workers and visitors around the area questions to see if they lead into anything strange.
4. Newspaper clippings. Go to the local library or university and sift through old newspapers or microfiche for stories of fires, murders and the like. If you find a good juicy story that is a likely candidate for a haunting, go seek out the location and start asking questions.
5. Cemeteries. Cemeteries are almost always a given for a haunting. Find a cemetery off the beaten path, older, that has no locked fence or caretaker on the premises as these locations usually work out best. Go in at night and start taking photos, you may be surprised at what you see when the pictures come out. Keep in mind, trespassing is illegal.
6. Abandoned buildings / houses. Often times a ramshackle house or building is left that way because either the owner died, had financial troubles or there was some irreversible damage done to the property. All in all, there is a pretty good chance something screwy happened that may be the cause of a haunting, and they shouldn’t be overlooked. In fact, abandoned places are sometimes the most interesting to explore; finding artifacts, letters and pieces of people’s lives left behind. Make sure to take special caution for trespassing is not legal, and addicts and transients don’t always appreciate company.
A combination of all these techniques can prove quite fruitful for putting together a good haunted picture of a town or neighborhood. One of the most important aspects of good research is talking to the locals. People that live and work in the area have insight and information you’ll never be able to find in county records. A recorder is a useful tool when interviewing people, just always remember to bring a pencil and some paper because recorders malfunction and ink dries up. Be respectful and courteous and do not come off as an interrogator. Try to convey yourself as a researcher working on a paper or report. You’d be surprised how talkative some people can be about their area’s local lore.
If you do find a new haunt, let us know and we can help you out. Contact us at: Submissions@sos-radio.com
Since a very young age, I realized I possess something most people don’t. Visions would pop into my mind moments before they happened. Words would pop into my head moments before they were said. I would think of someone moments before they called me on the phone or bumped into me somewhere. I never fully understood what it all meant. I figured everyone experienced such events – and many people do. But for me, this was happening seven or eight times a day. It would come in cycles, almost seasonally, the intensity of my premonitional state of mind. Some experiences were more notable than others. Some experiences went beyond being dismissed as mere coincidence.
I was sitting at home watching television one day aimlessly flipping through the channels. I temporarily stopped on a public access cooking show that I would occasionally watch. I began to have an internal dialogue with myself about having my own public access cooking show. I thought, “I like to cook. I should have my own cooking show. I like using K.C. Masterpiece barbecue sauce in a lot of my recipes. I wonder if they would sponsor me? I wonder what company owns K.C. Masterpiece barbecue sauce?”
No sooner than the thought came to my mind did I dismiss it, only because that was just another scheme in a long line of Kramer-esque projects that I have thought of, but have never done anything about. I switched the channel to, Win Ben Stein’s Money on Comedy Central; the third trivia question into the show was, “What company owns K.C. Masterpiece barbecue sauce?” The answer was the Clorox Company. This had to be much more than a mere coincidence.
Consider this: the specific question I asked myself – about a specific brand of barbecue sauce – was answered for me only three minutes after I thought of it. Taking into consideration the specific time I turned on the television to watch that show, then change the channel at the right time to the other show, thinking that exact same question, about that exact brand of barbecue sauce, with the question being asked in same exact format, has to be somewhere along the lines of a one-in-a-trillion chance of mere coincidence. As silly as the premise is, and as anti-climactic this event was, it was the one event that really convinced me that there had to be something more going on in our minds than we currently understand. This had to be more than chance.
I think everyone can relate to the experience of thinking of a good friend or family member only seconds before the phone rings and it’s them, prompting the, “I was just thinking of you,” response. Or the even stranger phenomenon of picking up the phone to call someone, and they’re already there, on the other end of line. Next time you experience this, ask that person if they just now thought of you as randomly as the thought of them popped into your head. After asking this every time it happens, you’ll begin to realize that you both thought of each other, or had the impulse to call each other, at the exact same moment. It’s almost as if there is an unknown line of direct communication going on between us – as if we are working on the same frequency.
It is already known by science that when women live together in the same place for a long time, their menstrual cycles will eventually line up. Is it a far stretch to believe that if you become close to someone, or feel connected to him or her, your brainwaves eventually line up? There are plenty of people with close relationships who could practically finish each other’s sentences, tell when something is wrong or possibly even know when the other person is thinking about them.
Whether you want to admit it or not, everyone has at least a mild sense of extra sensory perception (ESP). I honestly believe that the human race is currently developing this sense to counteract man’s tendency to be lying, backstabbing and deceitful. I think that everyone can admit that they can feel some one’s glare across a crowded room, or get a bad vibe off of someone who eventually tries to hurt you or someone you know. Maybe you can just tell when someone is hiding something. Some people may be more comfortable calling it intuition, but in reality, these are all examples of how we use our sixth sense abilities every day. It is this sense that is the key to understanding the things we don’t comprehend.
It has been known by science for quite some time that our brains transmit neurological information through electrochemical impulses. These signals are constantly bounding through our bodies, carrying and sending information to make our bodies function properly on a grand scale. Is it far fetched to insinuate that the entire planet itself is working on much the same system? Which is to say amongst all the living things on the planet there is some sort of symbiosis – signals that bound from place to place carrying the information that will determine what is to happen next? As if in some sense, everything that happens has been predetermined somewhere, by some sort of collective consciousness.
Essentially, in one way or another, everything and everyone is connected. Our minds are not only receivers for this information but also transmitters. In all those signals that are bounding around our bodies, there are some that are leaving us and even still some that we are picking up. It is as if our mind is a radio station that plays “songs” or information for our bodies. Much like a radio station, a lot of signals can be lost into the open air to be received by another radio station, and vice versa.
There are thousands upon thousand of signals from this collective consciousness bounding around you at all times, most of which are too weak or indecipherable to be read. But occasionally, if your mind is tuned into the right frequency, it will pick up these signals and our subconscious mind will translate them. Therefore giving us insight into the pre-designated future.
Some people are working with a better frequency scanner that has a wider range, which is why some people are more sixth-sense aware than others. This also coincides with SOS’ Infinity Theory, that essentially time is a man-made construct and everything is happening on the same plane of existence and past, present and future are irrelevant.
My original intent of putting this particular piece of writing together was to better describe one of my many theories on hauntings, but I went off on an unforeseen tangent, and developed yet another theory. Based on the above described premise here is an excerpt of SOS’ theory as published on our previous website:
The human brain uses electro-chemical impulses and signals to transmit information. The Trace-Energy in which we are dealing with is either one of two things:
- The remnant energy from a once living being, and / or at some point spawned from a living being
- A naturally occurring phenomenon (or life form, which doesn’t necessarily have to be organic) that is working on much the same level as our human mind, and in some respects may be able to collect information from it. The Trace-Energy may maintain with it certain brain waves, thought processes & patterns of the person(s) it came from, or came in contact with.
Our mind is like an internally wired radio station, processing data and eventually converting that data into readable information either externally or internally (speech, visual, sensory, stored knowledge, etc.). Like radio signals, some of this information strays off into the cosmos, lost forever or eventually bounces back to be picked up again. There is no doubt a wealth of signals storing all types of information are bouncing around like radio signals emitted from our brains. In several instances it has been displayed to SOS, that the Trace-Energy is in fact picking up some of these signals and using a living human mind as a means of translating it.
Essentially, if you were driving through the countryside with your car radio tuned to static, sooner or later it would pick something up. It may just be an indistinguishable farm report, or it may be a full fledged and recognizable Def Leppard song or somewhere in between. Our minds are always tuned to a static frequency, ready to receive any information that may come our way. So, if you’re in the right place, at the right time, tuned to the right frequency, you may hear Pour Some Sugar on Me, or just clipped speech.
In other words you may hear, feel, see or experience an induced hallucination as a result of coming in contact with the Trace Energy that has stored this information. In Supernatural Occurrence Studies’ opinion, when a witness sees the typical woman in white, hears a child laughing, feels overwhelming sadness or sees a man dressed in black, they are in fact experiencing someone else’s stored thoughts or stronger memories (i.e. their wife on her wedding day, they’re child laughing and playing, their father going off to work, etc.) as transferred by the energy. This theory seems to us as being much more logical than the simple solution of, “an invisible person walking the earth in limbo“.
The only thing that I can say for absolute certain is that the human mind is a complex place. Even in this day and age of technological advances and medical science, we still do not fully understand the functions of the different parts of the brain. I think everyone can agree that there is much more going on inside our minds than we can understand, and with time, experimentation and research, eventually we may work it all out. Or perhaps one of the functions of our mind is to protect us by keeping us in the dark.
All I ask of you, the reader, is to expand your mind – think outside of the box while remaining grounded. Like the old bumper sticker says, “Question Reality.”