EVPs finally returned
It happened around 1:30 AM. I was answering emails with the radio on when Balthazar, my cat, suddenly jumped over the table and started to meow relentlessly near the Spica. I left the computer and concentrated all my attention in the white noise. I even closed my eyes, trying to hear something below Balthazar’s fuss. For almost one minute nothing happened. But then, there it was again… I heard what I thought was a sibilant shush. I wasn’t sure what it was, at first. Because that sound was almost concealed within the white noise. The cat continued his crying although he seemed soothed by the whisper. And when a new exclamation blew in Balthazar stood still:
“Come”.
My cat’s big yellow eyes opened wide and stared manically at some spot just above the radio without even blinking. It seemed that he knew what to expect of such an apparition because he quieted down instantly. I walked towards the Spica and asked: “Who are you?”
His answer took half a minute of monotonous interference:
“Can’t you hear me?”
He, whoever it was, talked with an unearthly, paused tone: the voice sounded like being emitted through thick liquid or, maybe, emerging from the air itself. Balthazar curled up besides the device, when the entity added:
“You know me”
“Please. A proof… Please”, I said, “I need some sort of confirmation”. At that point, the white noise exasperated me like a swarm of wild mosquitoes. But I had no option but to listen carefully. And so I did for almost 45 minutes, when the voice made its last entrance with an exhausted laughter.
At least that’s what I think I heard. My cat slept beside the radio for the rest of the night.
Paused for awhile. Stopped forever?
I’ve been sick lately, thrown to bed for a couple of days by one of those pests that hangs arround in our modern cities: a common (not to say severe) cold. My bones are stilll aching… I’m very tired also, tired of all this nonsense, tired of tons of sleepless nights hearing the void, tired of the speculation and this weblog altogether.
While in bed I felt a presence floating around my room, specially by night, each time I began falling asleep. I’m seriously thinking about giving up this craziness.
Identity testing
Among other eerie sensations, I’m starting to feel disquiet about what’s happening. I hadn’t hear the voice again for almost 3 weeks now. And, worst of all, I don’t even know for sure that it was my grandfather the one who talked to me. The continuous white noise is driving me nuts… and I think I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere…
Yesterday evening, I talked on the phone with Angel Manoukian. His knowledge is so incredibly profound that I felt overwhelmed with my own abyssal ignorance. Samuel Goldstein’s comments and questionings always caused the same effect in me. And that made me realize how much I miss him.
Manoukian told me that I shouldn’t be so positive about who I listened to. At least not until we can carry out a test to confirm the entity’s identity. He will try to design the custom testing method to proof that and promised to call as soon as possible with a couple of ideas.
Meanwhile the Spica is still on…
Was it my grandfather?
I’ve been exchanging recently some information with the Unexplained Mysteries forum users. They were sincerely helpful and pointed me out some interesting stuff regarding EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomena) and ITC (Instrumental Transcommunication). One of them, justNormal, posted her prudent thoughts on this matter:
Hi again Matt, As I said, the more you listen and record, the more he will remain Earthbound. PLUS you cannot say with all surety it is your Grandfather. I have a feeling there is more to this, than meets the eye.
Well, that sure is a capital question: How can I tell the voice I heard through the radio was indeed my grandfather’s? The truth is that I can’t. At least not from an objective point of view. There are so many feelings involved in this… That post was very moving for me and made me realize the emotional situation I’m in. To conclude -without any proving fact- that Goldstein himself is the one that tries to communicate with me is way too arbitrary and might be risky at one point or another…
The path of the video
I’m not getting much progress with my last days EVP sessions: tons of hours filled with monotonous white noise and nothing else. From my previous contacts I learned that my grandfather may seem “disappeared” for long periods (at least long for me) and then manifest himself abruptly with the most unexpected entrance. The moral of the story is that I’m not as anxious as I was when all this began.
I’m still thinking about the purport of Goldstein’s last assertive sentence: “Follow the path of the video“. What does that mean? I don’t know for sure…
I see here at least 2 possible interpretations to consider:
Option A. To get some video tape recorder or camera device and start experimenting with it for our future conversations.
May be he wants to show up on some screen to round off there the idea that he expects to communicate. “An image is worth one thousand words”, you know. The odd side of this reasoning is that my grandfather was not an “image” kind of person. Much the opposite, he always relied on words and spoken language (the remains from his early religious talmudic education he received in Romania).
Another argument against this hypothesis is that I’m far from a wealthy position and to acquire these fancy equipment can be my financial coup de grâce. I really doubt that my grandfather objective is to worsen my already complicated (not to say vague) monetary situation.
Maybe I can borrow that gear from Angel Manoukian. I suppose that he ought to have those kind of appliances to conduct his paranormal investigations. But it will be a huge responsibility for me, and I really don’t want to pressure him more than I already did.
Option B. To spell out the exact obscure instant of Goldstein’s passing away…
It may sound strange, but the other day, when I transfered the Spica picture from the camera to my PC I saw a photo that I took a couple of hours after my grandfather died. I completely forgot that intriguing snapshot until then. Perhaps my mind blocked it due to the grief caused by the recent loss… That photo shows a frame from an internet video my grandfather was seeing when he suffered a stroke.
So it is likely that now he wants me to delve in that picture and its apparent relation to his death.