My Latest Paranormal Experiences

My Latest Paranormal Experiences

My paranormal experiences started when I was quite young, and even though I know at that time I am not the one that went searching for it, today I have to wonder if we are now chasing each other.  I’ve been a member of the Greater Moncton Paranormal Society for approximately six months now, and have gotten my feet wet in the paranormal investigation world.  For those who don’t know, my fascination and obsession with the paranormal (my interest have a very broad range, but with a marked focus on the subjects of who humans really are and where we really come from) stems from trying to understand and explain a disturbing experience that happened shortly after I turned 11 years old.  It changed my life and made me discover that investigating the human experience of the paranormal is and always will be my quest.
I express myself and share my personal paranormal experiences through art.  It is my therapy.  It is the channel through which I speak.  My technique is very much like mediums who uses automatic writing to allow the spirits to speak through them – I create fine art in a meditative state, and whatever wants to come through is allowed to do so.  My artwork can be seen at www.aerebb.com.

 

Recently, since taking part in paranormal investigations with GMPS, I’ve noticed that I am slowly developing psychic sensitivities resembling those of a medium.  I’ve always known myself to be psychically aware, but not at this level.  Here are my personal opinions and accounts, experienced in the later half of this year.

During the GMPS investigation of The Albert County Museum Gaol , I was physically made aware of a sinister presence.  During our first walk around of the building, at the back near where a supposed murderer was buried after being hung, I had a sudden feeling as if someone had stuck me in the solar plexus area, and almost immediately threw up.  As soon as I felt this, the feeling of incredible fear gripped me, as if my life was threatened and I had to run.  Later, after a few hours of taking photographs of the Gaol and the grounds with the team, we found ourselves gathering data in the room where the jailor slept.  What I saw here scared me enough to leave the building.  I suddenly felt the nausea hit me, and sat down in a chair in between two of the team members who were standing.  I was facing the bedframe at eye level, approximately 2 feet away.  Suddenly, I saw the bed shake quickly and violently, from left to right (the way you would shake a steering wheel side to side), for approximately 1 second.  I closed my eyes, thinking my eyes were playing tricks on me – and when I reopened them, a second or two later, it happened again.  I left the room and went outside for air.  I’d never seen anything like it – and no one else in the room witnessed it.   A few days later, I was awakened by a very loud and distinct knocking inside my bedroom.  It knocked 3 times.  It hasn’t happened since.  To read more about the whole investigation, please visit the GMPS lead investigator's blog:   http://lindsayisenor.blogspot.ca/

 

 

Even though it was not during an investigation, a strange experience also happened  this fall that made me realize I may be a magnet for spirits that wish to communicate…  I came into contact with a person who had long ago visited a native American grave, and had reason to believe the spirit of a chief was following them and they may have been cursed.  That week, I was ill – feverish and chilled intermittently, had no appetite, felt mentally very absent and spaced out as if I wasn’t there, just going through the motions.  I would have written it off as a simple cold, however I started getting very intense visions as I lay down in bed each night, 4 nights in a row… 

The first night, I was a man, tall, running as fast as I could through the woods in the middle of the night.  Being half awake and half asleep, I was still capable of conscious thought – and I immediate wondered how I could be alone, running in the woods in the dead of night, with no fear? I’ve lived in the woods, and know this would be terrifying to me.  I knew one thing for certain in this “dream” – I was a part of everything surrounding me and it was a part of me:  the trees, the flowers, the rocks – all of it.  I intensely felt and understood how this was our true nature as humans.  On the second night, again as I was starting to fall asleep, the face of a man came very close to mine, speaking loudly in a very directive voice in a language I did not understand.  He was making me afraid, so I woke myself up.  On the 3^rd night, I started to fall asleep and saw the stars.  I was lying on my back, in the woods, in a clearing with trees nearby.  Three or four figures were standing on one side of me, softly chanting. They seemed in mourning.  One had a cloak of some sort over his clothing.  I felt very tall, and male.  On the fourth night, I started seeing faces from far away… and as they got closer I could see they were made of wood.  I felt they had life, though, just not life like we experience – but a life imbued by their creator:  myself.

This is where the visions ended.  I suspect a very strong spirit shared its life, and death, with me, and made me understand a way of seeing the human spirit in a different light than I ever have.  I think this spirit was a very, very strong spiritualist and its presence was so intense that it probably made me ill. 

I’m currently researching how psychic mediums work with spirits, and psychic protection.  It’s a slow process of understanding, but I feel this is going to be very helpful for myself and possibly to assist others down the line.  If this interests you too, I would love to hear about it! Please feel free to post your story on the GMPS open group page on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/groups/MonctonGhostSeekers/  :)

 

Today the Greater Moncton Paranormal Society was fortunate to tour the Musée de Kent, in Bouctouche, NB.  Having lived much of my childhood in the area, I was very interested to hear the stories and paranormal experiences that visitors and guides had about the Musée.  Since I was quite young, I have heard story after story about experiences the locals told about the Bouctouche area, and legends they'd heard from their elders too. 

 

Personally, I can say my own paranormal experiences in and around Bouctouche are quite extensive.

 

 

 

 

The architecture at the Musée de Kent is beautiful, carefully kept up and you can strongly sense the history of Acadians with its look and feel.  My psychic sensitivity wasn't really triggered at first when the guide was showing us the main floor, but immediately when I climbed to the second floor, the dizziness started. We later found out this was where the infirmary was.

 

 

 

 

 

 

this small bedroom was reputed to have its "look" changed regularly - pillows moved, bed suddenly unmade, ect... no explanation for it, according to our guide, Stéphane.

 

 

apparently this book disappeared - mysteriously - for 2 weeks... then mysteriously reappeared out of nowhere.  The room it was in made me feel almost out of breath when I walked in.

I took a moment and stood near the window after leaving this room, feeling suddenly calm and "tuned in" with the energies in the building.  I immediately felt as if the Musée, once a convent and school for girls, had secrets.  My impression was that something or someone was kept safe and secretly in this building, awaiting transition from one place to another. The guide could not confirm this hunch.

 

 

the ethereal presence of a young boy was seen in this room by the guide, and strange photos were taken by previous visitors.

 

 

 

As we were walking toward the chapel, I heard the echo of someone sobbing... I knew I wasn't imaging this - apparently one of the visitors with GMPS was so emotionally overwhelmed when she entered the chapel area (for no explainable reason), she had to leave the Musée altogether, and did not come back. 

 

 

 

 

 

we then visited the 3rd floor, where the girl's dormitory had been.  It is now full with small and large historical Acadian items - asides from a heaviness in the room, I didn't feel anything odd.  The guide, however, shared that once he had felt pushed strongly down the top flight of stairs down to the first landing - since that day, he wears stones with reputed spiritual properties on a necklace for protection. 

 Incidentally, he was wearing hematite - one stone I also acquired after the strange and pretty spooky incidents at our previous investigation at the Albert County Museum Gaol.

 

After a very interesting discussion with one of our GMPS group members about his own experiences with a negative spirit, we were very fortunate to tour the location of strong energies in the building: the basement, where a nun committed suicide a very long time ago.  According to our guide, the rumours were that she was pregnant at the time.

 

 

 

Immediately, as I walked down the stairs, I was overwhelmed by the feeling of baking bread.  I asked the guide about this and he responded, "Of course, this is where the cafeteria was."

 

 

 

After a few unsuccessful attempts at trying to get a ghost to audibly grace us with its presence, I separated from the group and was taking pictures of the area when I heard someone react strongly to something behind me...  the GMPS researcher, who very rarely has had paranormal experiences, saw this rope - by itself - start to move wildly.  Asides from random sensations - heaviness in the chest, hairs on our arms standing on end, the sensation of being touched - this was the only phenomena we experienced at the Musée de Kent.  We have requested to do an official investigation of the building with our equipment, and hope to have a positive response soon.