Darklands Paranormal

It is very interesting how we never stop learning from experiences. That is ofcorse how every one of us from the time we were born "learned", from experience. From the time I began investigating on a regular basis, which was when I started the research while I was writting my book at the time, I was asked; "do you protect yourself before you go in to a place"? My answer was no. Why? As deep as I am involved in this field and through several evp's over the years I have heard that I personally am "unatainable" to the darker spirits, that I am protected more than many other people, I never gave it much more thought. That is until now.

The night after me and Scott did the Grove Theatre the first time, Scott became very drained beyond just being tired, or needing more sleep. For an entire week he did nothing but sleep since he could barley keep his eyes open. He went to work, drank 3 energy drinks, went home and fell asleep for hours. I hardly spoke to him that week. I had no idea what the hell his problem was. Then he calls me and tells me he thinks he has an attachment. At the time he wasn't ready to get rid of it just yet, incase it was Sam Kinison (it could happen) but I told him that was doubtful. Two days later he told me he was having a wiccan friend come over the following night to remove this thing that nearly made him rear end a car since he was falling asleep at the wheel. He asked me to come by when she was going to be there to remove "it". Just because I talk to spirits on a regular basis, and even catch a ghost on film every now and again does not mean I am not a skeptic. I am, and things have to be proved to me, much like most people. It's not that I doubted his friend was incapable, I had just never experienced such an event before.

She came in with a couple of bags full of stuff like spices and spools of thread and candles and Im not sure what all else. Scott was instructed to go buy a good size amount of sage, and an oil called.... damnint it starts with a P, I will add that later. So she conjours up this concoction in a mason jar, throws several balled up indivdual strands of thread in to the mix, lights a tall pillar candle, a red one and anonits Scott with sage and this oil. She talks a little bit but I can't hear what she is saying. Then she asks me to record what she says to this attachment, to see if he has anything to say about the choice he is given by her. She tells him he needs to leave Scott and his family or she will bind him to the jar. I went over the recording and heard nothing. Whihin minutes, Scott was back to normal. I couldn't even believe it. Then inside the jar appeared this bound up form of sorts, and I was like what? It's in there? Sure enough. The moral here is don't assume your safe all the time when investigating like I do. I'm going to have to remind myself before going in to these places that I might be next. Keep that under your hat my friends. There is a photo of this thing that drained scott's energy daily for a week on the photos page since I can'y get it in here.

Marco