Two books I’ve recently finished are Sight Unseen: Science, UFO Invisibility and Transgenic Beings by Budd Hopkins and Carol Rainey and Walking Through Walls by Philip Smith. Both books are about different areas of the paranormal, but they have something else in common which is dear to my heart: the authors are artists and also deeply interested in anomalous events (just like me :-)). It seems that having those interests in common are far from unusual.

Carol Rainey

In Sight Unseen, Hopkins (also a painter) and Rainey (also a filmmaker) explore some truly bizarre experiences a variety of people have had with purported aliens and hybrid alien/humans (transgenic beings). Budd Hopkins has spent many years researching the abduction phenomena and Carol Rainey adds much insight in terms of possible scientific theories which might explain some of the experiences. The story which stayed with me was that of “Mr. Paige”, an odd but gentle individual that came to stay with a family and had an unusual relationship with a child of that family. Was he not human? Hard to say, but very intriguing. I’ve been aware of very odd persons without auras, but are they aliens or transgenic beings? I believe that Jacques Vallee also made mention of Mr. Paige in one of his books.

Budd Hopkins

Walking Through Walls is the story of interior decorator/psychic healer Lew Smith from the perspective of his son Philip Smith, a painter. It gives a window into the world of a child and teenager growing up in Florida with a parent who is immersed in the paranormal. Smith’s writing style is breezy and sometimes very humorous. Especially valuable to me was his description of a session with spiritualist/psychic Sophie Busch. My grandmother often mentioned having gone to see Sophie Busch on several occasions but I hadn’t read of her in the literature before. Smith’s description added an extra dimension to my memories of my grandmother’s experiences as told to me.

Both books demand that the reader suspend disbelief and have an open mind. I think they are both worthwhile to be read by individuals who have a strong interest in the paranormal.

Lew & Philip Smith (at Coral Castle?)

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Carol Rainey (under construction):


Hans Holzer

Hans Holzer



When I was a kid between the ages of ten and fourteen there is nothing that I would have rather done than read a book by Hans Holzer. This man wrote scores of books on the paranormal particularly true ghost stories. I gobbled them all up as fast as they were put on the shelves. I wanted to be a Viennese parapsychologist too.

Imagine my surprise some years later when I was introduced to Hans Holzer by a Wiccan friend at the Limelight, a circa 1990 club in the Chelsea area of Manhattan. We became friendly and my friend and I visited Hans several times at his roomy Upper West Side apartment. Hans was a strict vegetarian which made it difficult to go out for a meal. He liked to cook his own food. He was always very kind to me. Once he wrote a letter in my defense to the alumni association of a prominent Catholic university. The association felt it was against doctrine to have me visit there as a psychic. Hans said that the psychic sense was a proven skill and a subject for parapsychological inquiry not medieval witch-hunting (or something of that order) and I got my booking back.

In 2002 he published an updated version of the Psychic Yellow Pages and included an article about me. So events had come full circle for me since reading his books as a kid.

Hans Holzer, you are truly missed.

New York Times obituary

Joe McMoneagle and Fahrusha. Photo by Haines Ely.

Joe McMoneagle and Fahrusha. Photo by Haines Ely.

Last month I had the privilege of attending the Monroe Institute’s Lifeline Seminar. It was a very illuminating and gratifying experience. Lifeline is described by the Institute as:a multi-faceted six-day graduate program that provides access to states of consciousness beyond those experienced in the Gateway Voyage and Guidelines programs.  Its primary  emphasis is one of service – service to those here in physical matter reality and service to those There who have made the transitions from the physical and who may benefit from assistance.”

There is some disagreement among participants as to whether they are truly accessing the consciousnesses of the physically dead or some aspect of themselves or whether or not it is all one and the same thing anyway. The program was facilitated by Karen Malik and Bob Holbrook, who were both excellent.

I spent a lot of the week running energy through my body, specifically up my spine, and that was a very joyful and exhilarating experience. I received so much energy I was dancing in the field behind the Nancy Penn Center! During the week, I had a really interesting mental telepathy event with another participant who was my roommate. She is an archaeologist who was wounded in Iraq by an IED. We were listening to the same audio presentation on headphones in the same room. Each room has two units called CHECs which are used as beds for sleeping at night and by day are used for listening to hemi-sync audio presentations. Hemi-sync audio provides the basis for much of what is done at the Monroe  Institute. The CHECs are heavily curtained providing darkness and a modicum of solitude for meditations.

In the meditation we were led to a “focus level”, an altered state of consciousness, wherein it is common to encounter the spirits of the recently departed. I found myself looking down from above at a very large hall with a rounded cylindrical roof. Below me were several hundred white marble looking biers and on those biers were bodies covered in white covers or drapes. The bodies were clothed in white with a wide (approx 4″) gold stripe running from the left shoulder to the right hip. I sensed someone with me. It seemed to be a woman…it seemed to be my roommate. I ascertained that she had the situation covered and I left for a very odd scene at a doughnut shop. This part of my vision was slightly humorous as the recently dead man to whom I spoke did not seem to realize he was dead and was still working at the doughnut shop. He was excited to offer me any kind of doughnut I could imagine, any flavor I could come up with. It was very magical to him.

When the meditation audio was finished I emerged from my CHEC and spoke to my roommate. Turns out she volunteered her experience in the barrelled ceilinged hall and it was identical to mine down to the gold stripe (!) but in her vision after I left the deceased bodies sat up.

Two other wonderful experiences during the week were two group discussions, one with remote viewer Joe McMoneagle, who spoke of photos of the far side of the moon which appear to reveal the ruins of structures that were built by someone and are available from Jet Propulsion Labs (JPL) in California if you know what to ask for. I was lucky to also be at Joe’s table during lunch. Every time I meet him he has many fascinating experiences and ideas to discuss. The other talk was with

Fahrusha and Robert Van de Castle

Fahrusha and Robert Van de Castle

Robert Van de Castle, a dream expert who was a pioneer in dream research dating back to the famous Maimonides Dream Lab. He regaled us with some of his anomalous dream experiences. About a year ago, Dr. Van de Castle was kind enough to answer an emailed question I sent him and it was a real thrill to get to meet him.

All in all it was a wonder-filled week with new friends and old at TMI!

The following article was forwarded to me by J. P. Yates. I found it fascinating because I know a wonderful couple, Garry Nichols and Deb Kaufmann, in Brooklyn who are excellent dowsers. This skill has been demonstrated to me and I employ a form of dowsing using a pendulum.

This was in the new premiere issue of  ‘Our Iowa’.

‘My Day with the Grave Witchers

‘I was spellbound by two dear ladies as they located old graves in a country cemetery.

By Jerry Wiebel, Editor

I’D SEEN a water witcher, also called a dowser, in action before. We owned a hobby farm in Warren County years ago and needed to drill a new well.The first thing the well driller did as he hopped out of his old beater truck was grab a wire bent like a forked tree branch. He marched back and forth across the barnyard, and when the forked wire suddenly dipped toward the ground, he proclaimed, “This is where we’ll find water.”I’m sure I looked more than a bit skeptical, so he tried to reassure me. Watch this,” he said as he hung his pocketknife on the end of the wire and held it over the spot. The knife bobbed 13 times. Then he said, “We’ll hit water at 13 feet.”I watched him drill, and sure enough, he struck water at about 13 feet! That made a believer out of me.So when I recently heard about two grave witchers from Chariton who contended they could locate unmarked graves in abandoned cemeteries, it piqued my interest…particularly when I learned they could even tell whether it was a man, woman or child buried there.”This I gotta see,” I said, and my wife, Paula, and I soon headed to Chariton in south-central Iowa . There we met MARY RUTH PIERCHBACHER and her friend DARLENE ARNOLD in the parking lot of the public library. “Hop in,” said Mary Ruth, motioning us over to her car. Mary Ruth is a member of the Lucas County Pioneer Cemetery Preservation Commission, and I’d spoken to her by telephone a few weeks earlier (see “Taking the Long Way Home…” on page 44). As Mary Ruth drove us out to an old cemetery next to her family’s farm,Paula and I learned that Darlene is treasurer of the county genealogical society. That explains their interest in grave witching — something they’ve been doing for several years.

Not Everyone Can Witch

How’d they get started on grave witching? They’d seen a demonstration at a meeting, and when they got home, “We just tried it,” says Mary Ruth. But not everyone can do it. “My son can’t, and it really bugs him,” adds Darlene.Their tools of the trade are two lengths of No. 9 gauge steel wire — the same kind of wire farmers use to mend things. About 2 feet long, the wires are bent into “L” shapes, and the short ends, or handles, are inserted into pieces of PVC pipe. That way, when they grab hold of the PVC pipes, the wires can move freely.This cemetery was established in 1851 and is a mixture of relatively new graves and some long-forgotten ones with no trace of a tombstone. A handsome granite headstone on a sunny slope marks where Mary Ruth’s husband is buried.”My son says he wants to be buried over there,” says Mary Ruth, pointing to a seemingly undisturbed grassy spot. “I told him you’ll have company, because there are lots of graves there.”Mary Ruth and Darlene walked through the cemetery with a sense of reverence.This is serious — if not grave — business for them, because after they locate a grave, they’re often able to match it to old records and determine who is buried there. Imagine the joy that brings to someone who is trying to piece together a family tree.

Men’s Vs. Women’s Graves

As Mary Ruth walked along, she held her wires — one in each hand –straight out in front of her. Suddenly, the wires began to move and crisscrossed in front of her hands. “There’s a man buried here,” she explained. At another spot, the wires swung even further. This time they crossed behind Mary Ruth’s hands — an indication a woman was buried there. She said they can also determine the site of an infant burial by marking the short distance from when the wires begin to move and when they return to their normal position. A small burial area is the grave of a child. Darlene and Mary Ruth sometimes put on grave-witching demonstrations at cemeteries they are totally unfamiliar with. Before they arrive, they ask someone to cover some headstones — just to prove they can determine the difference between male and female graves. “After we give our demonstrations, we don’t have many doubters,” says Darlene. But even Mary Ruth and Darlene were stumped one time. As they approached a grave, the wires clearly indicated a woman was buried there. But after a couple more steps over the site, the wires inexplicably moved to the male position. It was only after they checked the headstone that they realized a mother had been laid to rest there with her baby boy in her arms.

Can’t Explain It

Nobody really knows how or why water witching or grave witching works. Some say it has to do with the electromagnetic pull between what’s in the ground and the wire (or tree branch — a peach branch seems to be the tree of choice among many dowsers). But that doesn’t explain why some dowsers can locate water with their outstretched hands — and no divining rod at all. Others say it’s a form of divination, a practice forbidden in the Bible. On the other hand, I recall once talking with a minister who could also waterwitch. He says many dowsers believe it’s a gift from God, which is why they typically don’t charge for their services. “We all have different magnetic fields in our bodies,” Darlene believes. Mary Ruth notes that one member of the Cemetery Preservation Commission can dowse for water, but he can’t locate graves. She adds that the pull in some cemeteries is stronger than others. “We don’t know why,” she says. I became a believer when Mary Ruth placed her wires in my hands. As I approached one gravesite, the wires amazingly crossed in front of me, indicating a man was buried there. At another grave, the wires indicated a woman was buried at that spot. Honest — it really happened! Paula had the same experience. (So does this mean we’re now able to find the skeletons buried in our friends’ closets?)

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