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PostSubject: Neon Glowing: Poetic Memories   Fri Jun 12, 2015 2:09 pm

Neon Glowing: Poetic Memories
by: Deanna Jaxine Stinson, Investigative Journalist
Halo Paranormal Investigations - HPI International
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Email: shootingstarbaby@teardropsofanangel.com

Magic and Fantasy:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-T-xpdpTrY&list=RDz-T-xpdpTrY#t=0

Year of no Light:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhnkD7YxJ1s

Neon Glowing
The stars are neon and glow in the night. They are oranges, reds, blues, yellows and whites. Stars are pure energy, making them into powerful celestial companions. Mortals have admired the holy lights high above us since the begging in of time. The legends of wishes are where everything started. How does one not look into the dark and contemplate? When you do not know what’s there, your senses react. I am the kind of person that wants to touch everything to learn about it. I want to reach my hands up to figure out these objects but, I cannot reach that high…

“Snowflake Tears”
Sadness deep like an abyss
You cannot return from it
Tormented with everything I miss
Thoughts like a graceful warrior
No expressions on a baby face
How could you touch a frozen fantasy?
It would burn your hands
Like holding onto icicles
Lonely and cold melodies
Is all that I can hear…
Winter raindrops slowly to the ground
I am catching the snowflakes
From the air…
Silence is the only sound
But they are melting…
Away like my memories…
And spring is pulling me
Into It’s world without
You…

Bones
The bones of another world lay beneath us. The God’s of the dead walk through them as if they are statues. They are the thrones upon which they sit. The bones are eternal and belong to the Earth. They burn and they char but they never leave here. In the ground the bones sit and dwell holding onto ancient secrets, making sounds like music… The wind howls through…The seasons bury the tune… There is still a voice coming through…A phantom of the past…whispers…bones…stones…why are they everywhere…this stone garden is overtaking us quickly…who can keep the ghosts back?

The Light
We drove up a dark highway only to discover that there was no one there.

Yet, all around us were car headlights, more and more. I could not see the faces of the people driving because of the glare. It had begun to pour down rain now and so it was more blurry on the road. I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of ease at this as I felt like everything now was fair. There on the highway the lights guide you home but the empty night beckons you away. Where we realized not soon after that the lights had actually been orbs and we were in a cemetery. My dad and mom pointed up to the sky and said there’s a witch’s finger- it was a pointy cloud.

I was looking up because I always used to lay down in the back of cars at night to watch the stars. We passed a willow tree and my mom said that if you plant one it will grow as big as your waist and then you will die. We passed this on into the blue oaks and we found our way back home. That was when we lived on an old peach orchard when my parents were still together. That is also the home that I had many encounters with spirits and U.F.O.s…Than as a joke when my sister Abby and I would cry, my father would collect our tears in a cup and put them in a freezer and say he was going to drink them later… My Grandmothers Dog When my grandmother’s dog died named Cowboy it was very sad. I loved to spend time with him. He was a black and white sheep herding dog. I knew him since I was a very small child and he seemed even friendlier than.

He died one day he was bitten by a rattlesnake in Lincoln, California.

All night long I had terrible nightmares like death was in the same room as me. The nightmares were of Cowboy with thorns all around him, he had come back from the dead. He was bleeding and his eyes were black with death, it was frightening. I went into my sister Abby’s room and cried at her all night. I told her my nightmares and the next day she told my grandmother. My grandmother had asked Cowboy to be buried somewhere else in the ground and the men who said that they had buried him had lied because my grandmother had gone out and looked in the blackberry bushes, and there he was. Then, after that she stopped talking to me for a bit.

My Dream Journal:
http://www.shootingstarbaby3.bravejournal.com/

BELOW IS A BLAST FROM THE PAST, AN OLD HPI STORY!

Haunted Dyer Lane and Mark Greer's Haunted Apartment
By Paul Dale Roberts, HPI General Manager/Ghostwriter

Before, I get into my story, I want you to check out Bryan Coleman's video of the Most Haunted House in Stockton. One of our best scouting missions! See links below:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mThhLfUGOBA&feature=channel_page
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pupabgprb68&feature=channel
Note: There is some interaction between Shannon and I, this was for entertainment and drama purposes only! We must be pretty good actors, because the scene was taken seriously by most of our scouts!

And here is a link to David Mace's preparation of the scouting mission to Dyer Lane:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-YRY9lKEwjo

To see pictures of the Dyer Lane/Mark Greer Apartment Investigation, click here:
http://s459.photobucket.com/albums/qq319/HPI_International/DyerLane2009/

Now to the story!

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.......... The valley of death on this night of Friday, February 20, 2009, is Dyer Lane. A place of murders, a place of a possible lynching conducted by the KKK in the 1930s, a place of horrific car crashes. One legend of Dyer Lane is that in 1972, a GTO and a Duster were racing down this road. Both drivers of both vehicles were drinking heavily. As the GTO reached the road where it veers off to the left, it smashed into a tree. The driver was thrown out of the front windshield and his head smashed into the tree violently, killing him instantly. People who drive down this road claim to see apparitions walking alongside this roadway. One witness named Bonnie Fee claims that she saw a young man walking down the road with a crushed skull and blood dripping down his face. Could this be the GTO driver? Another legend is that a ghostly police car zooms down this road and vanishes into an open field. There is even a story of a ghostly tractor and when people wave at the tractor driver, the tractor and the driver vanish into thin air.

Tonight, I am gathering my paranormal investigative scouts, they are: Angelita Bushey-Reyes, Ryan Lewis, Billy Gist, John Shue, Jeanie W., Evan Fasbinder, Brandy Almond, Iesha Bayona, Angel Lara, Joel Kadell, Mark Greer, Amanda Gomez - Freelance Writer, Wes Ramey, Aaron Rodriguez, Steph Engel, Leonard Richards, Annie Rolls, Janice Lewis.

Also my paranormal investigative team is: Shannon 'Ms. Macabre' McCabe - President of HPI; David Mace; Nancy Towne, Justin Kohn, Carol Gillis, Chantal Apodaco. On this night, Carol Gillis is displaying her vampire teeth...yes...she is a vampiress. Carol Gillis is a vampire and paranormal investigator and when I asked her why she had her teeth in..she says nonchantly..."because I am hungry tonight". Hmmm..good reason, I just hope she will not feast on my mortal blood this evening.

We broke the group up into three teams. Lead Investigators for Dyer Lane were: Shannon McCabe, Paul Dale Roberts and David Mace. My team went off the beaten path and followed a trail into the tall grass and trees. We received one possible EVP, in which I ask is there anyone here and the answer was 'yes'. John Shue on Shannon's team picked a maniacal laughter, that sounded like a man. John picked up the EVP on his camcorder. After our investigation, I had a meeting with everyone and went over our evidence. Many photographs produced strange anomalies, such as a series of orange stick lights in the field, orbs galore, designer orbs with intricate designs within the inside of the orbs, strange red and orange light anomalies in the tree lines. John Shue calls his EVP, the evil man laughing. He obtained this EVP when Chantal asked: "are you the cop that died on this stretch of road?" Other photographs showed faces of the scouts and their faces were blurry. Since I have been ghosthunting, it seems that everytime people take pictures of me, I have orbs attached to my body. I saw many photos of myself with orbs sticking on me. Damn orbs...no wonder I have been itching! Another unusual incident that happened is that Mark, Jeanie and I, were trying to take pictures and our cameras were acting up. We all had fresh batteries. When we left the location, Mark and my camera were back to normal again. It is said that entities can drain the energy from batteries, perhaps this is what happened tonight.

Now back to those damn orbs! Here is a quick disclaimer. If we cannot detect intelligent movement of orbs, we cannot confirm orbs are of a supernatural nature. They could be dust orbs, lint orbs, skin flake orbs, moisture orbs, light refraction orbs. Just to let you know and keep you straight on the orb phenomenon. Of course, in rare cases, orbs could be a spiritual containment field. On this night of our investigation, two police units pulled up with their lights blinding us. I immediately walked up to the officers and introduced myself. I told them we are ghosthunters. They were very friendly and cool with the situation. The lady cop told me she knew of the legends of Dyer Lane. I gathered the group and told everyone to head out to our second investigation area. This would be Mark Greer's haunted apartment on 5th and P Street. As I headed out of Dyer Lane, I had to drop off 3 of the scouts that are family members to Chantal. After we dropped them off, Chantal and I, had to get some coffee and an energy drink to reenergize! The Ghosttracker (my Dodge Stratus) was now headed to downtown Sacramento.

We arrived at Mark's place and Mark was entertaining everyone by playing the movie 'Wanted' starring Angeline Jolie. Mark shut the movie off when I arrived, because it was time to get down to business. That's how I roll. I would break up the group into two teams. One team would do the outside perimeters and the other team would do the inside perimeters of the apartment. David Mace and I, would lead the teams.

Equipment Used for Both Investigations: EMF Readers, digital audio recorders, digital cameras, digital video cameras, flashlights, dowsing rods.

I gave a briefing of the activity in Mark's home and Mark explained it in more detail, because he lives it day in and day out. Mark lives in apartment 19, but in apartment 17, there was a fire and the fire consumed the male occupant killing him horribly. David Mace did some great research on Dyer Lane and this apartment complex and discovered the fire incident. Also, near Mark's apartment complex are two other apartment complexes that house senior citizens. Occupants from these two apartment complexes have deaths constantly. Deceased senior citizens are hauled away by the coroner's office many times over. Mark at times may be out front preparing a barbecue and see the coroner wagon pick up another body. Mark shrugs his shoulders and says..."there goes another one". So with so many deaths happening constantly around his apartment complex, no wonder some of these units are haunted. On this night, we get a lot of orb pictures in and around Mark's apartment. When I use my dowsing rods, I get the name Cathy. When pictures are taken, I have an orb sitting on my lap and another photograph shows an orb hanging off my trenchcoat. When I say, so your name is Cathy? Iesha gets an EVP where you can hear me saying 'Cathy' and the entity corrects me and says her name is Dorothy. I asked if the entity died in 1943 and you can hear Iesha's EVP of a woman saying 1944. David Mace sees a person walking through the parking lot structure and when he checks his video, that person is not recorded on his video. John Shue and Janice (two sensitives) feel a vortex in Mark's kitchen. As they stand in the center of the vortex, they feel a sense of vertigo, unbalance. One location outside, there are 4 orbs in a row. Another EVP, sounds like heavy breathing.

FINDINGS:
Photographs with strange anomalies in both locations - Inconclusive until the photographs can be analyzed further. EVPs, still need to be analyzed by Audacity.
While I used dowsing rods in Mark's apartment, we asked the entity to light up the EMF Reader. The dowsing rods crossed, indicating yes and the EMF reader lit up.
When the EMF reader lit up, a photograph was taken instantly and an orb was hovering over my lap.

CONCLUSION:
With the EVPs and all of the strange activity that happened at both locations, something strange is definitely going on, may it be abnormal, may it be paranormal. A further investigation of both locations are warranted. I have a hunch both locations are harboring an unknown force, that could be supernatural. NEW CONTACT: Mike: 209 495-8661

Deanna Jaxine Stinson aka Shooting Star Baby
Halo Paranormal Investigations (HPI International)
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