Rochester Paranormal

Here I have captured yet more proof of another dead soul catching a ride with a completely different vehicle.

Which only goes to prove that many spirits remain more with the living than those who cross over.

I walked my dog out in our lot amidst the barren trees and leaves all blown about.

Enjoying each year as I do the extended view through forest once thick with branches full of lush greenery now stripped of canopy laid bare.

Then something else came about which laced the air of its fall scent.

A strong fragrance of flowers in bloom from an earlier time where such growths were now all dead.

Perhaps a box of fragrant sheets left tumbling in some neighbor’s dryer.

Or something far more fragrant still perhaps some woman’s perfume spilled.

But then my mind did take me back upon a little known public fact.

That noxious chemicals and toxic fumes can all be induced with fragrance and smell of perfume.

Where then such foul and deadly waste once mixed with fragrance and released.

Will tempt each soul within its wake into far deeper breathing with memories of Spring.

Instead of what now may bring an end of things.

But who can say nor who can know of such things swept within the wind.

Carried perhaps by stone cold wings that better known as death.  - By Poet Archaeus

Every once in awhile there will appear what generally looks like a deep red colored ghostly apparition of supposedly human people.

It is an unusual phenomena which has occurred both day and night as well as indoor and outdoor.

On a professional level such sightings can not be referred necessarily as demonic in origin unless such occurrences were accompanied by any evil or negative activity of which none had been noticed.

And yet there they are.

Red ghosts.

Often involving one or more such phenomena either observing our activity or moving in some general direction.

Their existence seem to defy most rational explanation.

But then within the paranormal what doesn’t.

The name “Infrared Dead” to my knowledge holds no descriptive accuracy other than as a creative means of describing such phenomena.

His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful.

Beautiful! – Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of pearly whiteness; but these luxuriance’s only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same color as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shriveled complexion and straight black lips.

There has always existed a fascination in such subjects as immortality and reanimating the deceased. Which many people will tell you that bringing the dead back to life would be considered by most an abomination against God. And yet the very thought of such an act would likewise be considered horrific and terrifying to even contemplate.

But for young Mary Shelley, author of the 1818 novel “Frankenstein”, I believe inspired from an actual nightmare she experienced, and one which was suggested had came about after a night of high society sexual debauchery, did such a horrific and yes, pitiful creation begin stalking its way purposely through the imaginations of many generations to come.

Frankenstein had also been responsible for launching the Hollywood career of Boris Karloff after the role had been refused by actor Bela Lugosi who honestly just couldn’t get the role of Dracula out of his blood.

Frankenstein

The Dead Line

The image as seen posted here is that of the back section of a Rochester New York Transit City Bus running along its busy route more or less on time for the living.

Interesting thing about it is that almost the entire bus was filled with what we call anomalous phenomena or what most bus riders might refer to as ghosts!

Now the living rely upon mass transit to get from one location to another.

Presumably so must the dead.

The living generally must pay a fee in order to use a mass transit service.

A dead rider would remain just that, a dead rider.

There have always existed stories from bus riders who have claimed of seeing ghostly passengers sitting one moment in a seat who had vanished into thin air the next.

Then you have others who have mentioned avoiding specific seats because something about them felt odd and uncomfortable.

Now everyone knows that if you got a good back and can’t afford a trip at an amusement park that all you need do is seat yourself at the back of any city bus.

But then you’ll hear of folks who religiously avoid the backs of buses because they say that’s where most ghosts hang out to avoid the living.

Also its not always passengers who speak of haunted activities inside mass transit buses but also their drivers for it is they who often report of viewing strange and unexplainable occurrences seen reflected by a large mirror which hang above the drivers head as a means of monitoring inside their bus.

And while we are at it, bus stops have also been a popular sighting for ghosts as well!

So the next time you see another lumbering transit city bus just consider the reliable service they perform for both the living and the dead on what might now be more appropriately referred to as a both, a bus line, and, a dead line.

This Halloween marks roughly about 28 plus years I’ve been investigating and researching the paranormal in all its many interpretations as an independent.

And yet in spite of the good and bad as experienced through the years have I continued in my quest for answers and truth within an often hostile and highly competitive field.

Recently I had been asked if there was ever any one single moment or image which had ever given me pause in reminding me of exactly what it is I am truly dealing with and sometimes engaging one on one.

Well, there have been too many occasions to count where I had felt that my original perception on reality had been irrevocably changed.

And believe me after 28 years of tracking and facing off with whatever and you name it can anyone claim of becoming hardened by such experiences. Which is why when I see anyone on video run away from an unknown does it always leave me shaking my head.

Though don’t get me wrong there is much to be said for self preservation when applicable.

Ghostly Nun Rising.

But of all the images I had personally captured through the years is there one which as I see it had put to rest one particular religious conviction once and for all.

For years since I was very young had it been originally drilled into my head that the dead stay in the ground until judgment day.

Of course throughout my life as an adult psychic medium had I eventually learned otherwise.

But nothing had ever prepared me for the time I captured the ghost of a nun half risen from her grave.

An image which I believe speaks for itself.

May each and everyone have a safe and Merry Halloween.

The face of a ghost.

Though my days are often filled with much activity my nights prove seldom boring in the least. Where I find myself out and about during most evenings in search of what many others claim to be elusive.

Are ghosts and spirits as elusive as many groups are quick to claim whenever they come up empty handed?

I find that the spectral creatures and phantasms which exist within our faith inspired nether regions do indeed maintain a constant presence and vigil of both select structural and non structural locations as well as that of the living.

Thus the photographic capturing of any ghost or phantasm should be considered as mere simplicity.

And yet there still remains the fact that many haunting enthusiast still fail in their quest to capture any evidence regardless of claimed experience or lack thereof. Thereby creating what should become an atmosphere of humility within the parameters of a balanced playing field between those claiming themselves as pro ghost hunters and of those just starting out.

Unfortunately this same condition has also produced a financial boon for many opportunists seeking a quick buck and instant fame.

Which ultimately doesn’t matter to those of us who had wisely decided long ago to detach ourselves from such thinking and such people.

I walk out into any given night.

At any given location.

And acquire my evidence.

Without fanfare.

Within the silent magickal surrealism of mid to late evening.

With alternate stars and moon or cloudy moonless night in setting an atmospheric mood.

Guided by heightened sense and mental impressions.

I focus in on the spirits and phantasms which have drawn close to me and then I photograph them.

Sometimes they’ll avoid me once they have spotted the camera.

Other times they’ll come closer out of curiosity or a desire to be photographed.

The ghost in this picture is that of an elderly gentlemen long associated with the particular property from which this image had been captured.

So acquiring such images is possible.

Provided your heart is in the right place.

For even the dead may resist being exploited for personal gain.