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THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE DARK

We sat in a circle in the dark room and watched Angela’s Ghost Radar cell phone app on the table before us. As the app hunted for spirit presence, a line swept continuously across the concentric circles on the dull green radar screen. Suddenly, a yellow bead of light popped onto the radar, alerting us of a spirit presence nearby. “What is your name?” Angela called into the darkness. We listened to the silence. “Can you tell us your name?” Then, buttons on Alice’s KII Meter, which senses electromagnetic fields, began glowing green, yellow and red. I felt a prickly sensation on the back of my neck. Yes, spirit was definitely around – but how would it reveal itself to us?

Recently, I took about 20 of my mediumship students to a haunted basement in Scarborough, Ontario. Several people brought digital recorders and cameras to document the experience, and Angela also had a spirit box, which gives off energy in the form of white noise that spirits can use to communicate with us. In addition, Fritz, a filmmaker from England’ National Film and TV School, recorded the goings-on for a documentary he was making on mediumship.

If only Zak from Ghost Adventurers could see us now!

The basement we’d gathered in was sectioned off into two areas – a work space and, divided by a huge sheet hanging from the ceiling, a storage room that looked like the back end of a Goodwill store. Bits and pieces of bric-a-brac, furniture and you-name-it filled the crowded spot. Stepping past the sheet, I had an uneasy feeling. Someone didn’t like the mess there.

As we prepared for the evening, several students were inexplicably attracted to a full-length mirror on a back wall. I wondered if this was because mirrors are often portals to the other side. Interestingly, when we took our seats, I was positioned before the mirror. (Later that evening, I felt something come over me and said, “I don’t feel very well.” At that moment, just to my left, someone took a picture of me. There’s a grey cloud swoosh just behind my head.) Some of these photos appear on my Facebook page. Look for “Séance in Scarborough”. https://www.facebook.com/pages/Carolyn-Molnar/613305425360296

We said a quick prayer asking for the highest and best to come through and guide us throughout the evening. Then Angela, Alice, Joanne and others set their ghostbusting devices on the table in the middle of the circle. “Is anyone here?” Angela asked, then again a little later. “Would someone like to talk with us?” Others tossed questions into the darkness. Time crawled along as we sat in expectation.

A blip showed itself on the screen of Angela’s telephone. The Ghost Radar app picked up an energy hovering nearby. Then things began happening.

“I feel funny,” Robin said, and turned to Maureen sitting beside her. Several people thought they saw a mist move across Maureen’s and Robin’s faces. Brenda snapped a few pictures on her cell phone. When she called up the photos, jagged yellow lines crossed the picture. “Those squiggles look like spirit energy,” I told her.

Other students showed photos they’d captured on their cell phones. Several had small white orbs that appeared to be dancing near the ceiling. Vanessa began to weep, and I comforted her, gently urging her to raise her vibration. She closed her eyes and evened her breaths, and after a moment she was fine.

Throughout this, Fritz moved around the room, recording everything on his video camera.

“Is there some special significance to the clock on the back wall?” Benjamin asked, pointing to the clock shaped like a motorcycle rider; the clock face was the bike’s front wheel. Angela laughed, (Later, she said the area used to be a hangout for a motorcycle club.)

Once again, I was drawn to the cluttered area on the other side of the room. Fritz accompanied me as I pushed back the curtain and hesitantly entered this cave of disorderly junk. I felt a presence nearby and said, “Someone doesn’t like all this here. He’s upset about it.”

I walked back to my seat feeling tired. I felt that spirit had used my energy – as well as some of the students’ – and I sensed a shift in the room as I sat. Spirit had left the building, and the evening wound down. I asked everyone to take their seats again and we said a closing prayer.

As we headed upstairs to go back to our cars, I hoped no one had been unnerved by the experience. I asked them, “Did you feel the evening was worthwhile?”

“Yes!” they all enthusiastically replied. And Angela said, “When can we do it again?”

(By the way, the videos on my Facebook page were taken by security cameras at the site at a different time that when I was there with my classes. You can see a parade of white orbs rushing around the room, and if you listen closely, you’ll hear the sounds of things being moved around the basement – even though the area was empty at the time! Check it out at: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Carolyn-Molnar/613305425360296)

If you have any questions or comments on this subject or on any other spiritual matter, feel free to write me at mail@carolynmolnar.com. And please visit me again!


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Carolyn Molnar
Toronto Psychic Medium and Spiritual Teacher

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