I need help to puzzle out Goldstein’s death
My grandfather’s mysterious circumstances of death should be clarified under the light of a YouTube video. The main problem is that I ignore which video is that and, maybe worst, what is the clue I must look for on it… At least I’m sure about one thing: that file will unlock the secrets behind Goldstein’s eerie passing away. This lost video is buried somewhere in YouTube’s database and, even though the task can be considered as insane, I promised myself to find it. The quest is immense, I know. It could even be an impossible deed for just one individual. That’s why, dear reader, I’m asking for your help.
Please take a close look at the following image:
This frame belongs to the video I’m looking for and it’s the only evidence that I have so far, hence the quest starts over here. If you ever saw the entire footage or recognize any detail of this picture please contact me or leave a comment. It would be very helpful to know the name of the user that posted the file, where and when was it filmed, and foremost intriguing, who is that creepy bald man and what the hell was he doing.
Maybe the time has come for me to tell you what exactly happened the day Samuel Goldstein died and the strange reasons that explain why I barely have one isolated movie still of the video he was watching when he passed away…
The following events took place on July 7th. I returned home after midday, as usual, and found my grandfather sat at the computer. He seemed sleeping, though, in a very awkward position. I’ll skip here the gory details, but I remember clearly his opened mouth, his right hand holding tight his own left arm and, specially, the illusion of a disjointed neck. I madly tried to woke him up but he didn’t react. And I panicked… So I called my neighbor, who is a doctor. Fortunately he was at home and hurried instantly to check Goldstein’s health. While he was examining my grandfather’s vital signs I was able to read the bad news on his face: it was already too late… He said the usual comfort phrases, mere common places, and made a couple of phone calls. 15 minutes later two guys in white scrubs were waiting outside the door. These paramedics from the morgue came in and plunked Goldstein in a stretcher, covering him with a filthy sheet. “This is the last glimpse I will take of my grandfather”, I thought with anger. And as I realized that, I started to feel quite lonely, not to say devastated. One of the paramedics broke the solid silence when he asked me to sign some forms and papers authorizing him to only God knows what. Then they took the body. My neighbor left also, after receiving a mobile phone call from his wife. Alone at home now (alone like I’ve never felt before), l finally understood what woe means.
10 minutes later I was still overwhelmed by my home’s complete silence. The fact of Goldstein’s physical absence was irrefutable.
I was standing there in shock, trying to accept this new sensation of void when, looking around me, I saw the computer still on. That really astound me, because in theory I was able to inspect what was my grandfather doing when he died. In theory. The screen showed a paused YouTube video. That bald man frame was suggestive enough to caught my attention immediately. I wanted to see the whole material in its full length,whatever it was, but neither the mouse nor the keyboard were effective. The embedded media player wasn’t paused on purpose, but instead the whole system seemed frozen. And then, some sort of humble revelation struck me: what if the Operative System stopped responding the precise moment when Samuel Goldstein died? This question is not so absurd if you consider the enormous amount of documented cases describing wristwatches failing the very same instant their owners depart. Maybe there is some sort of logical explanation to this phenomenon. I don’t know. Maybe this time the incident had such strength that surpassed the body itself (and the devices attached to it) and reached the equipment he was manipulating…
That darn video… I wasn’t able to study it due to some suspicious software failure. This unexpected plot perturbed me. I instinctively grabbed the camera and took a snapshot of the screen, holding the camera close to the monitor in order to get the most detailed picture as possible. And something very odd happened… Just after I got my image, the system crashed completely with a nasty Blue Screen Of Death. The error seemed severe because I tried to return back to Windows but to no avail. I pressed the reset button and when the computer rebooted there was an imposed checkdisk routine and some ridiculous error message regarding the “fatal error”. Finally, I managed to open the browser’s History but it was gone along with the rest of the sensitive data: cache, cookies, recent documents, etc. That’s why I have no other way to know which video was that but to find it between the gazillons of other files posted in YouTube.
For the perspicacious reader a couple of questions should arouse now:
Was the video paused before the System froze? (I mean, maybe my grandfather left that precise picture as a message for me, and, only after that, Windows failed). Or the file was playing OK and got interrupted incidentally?
I can even think of some more obscure topics to consider: Had this video something to do with Goldstein’s deceasing? And the worst possible scenario: Did that file induce his death in some way or another?
These are all questions that can only be answered with your help.
A new year, a new message
It’s funny how I got used to accomplish almost every single task with the white noise as my home’s perpetual background sound. The Spica is turned on right now, while I’m writing this post. That’s because I don’t want to miss a possibility to contact my grandfather. And I can’t know when a new contact will take place again.
This last Wednesday, for example, I was dining late at night, watching the news on the TV. Obviously, Goldstein’s vintage radio was also turned on. The news anchor said something about the Jewish New Year and was saluting the local Jewish community when, suddenly, the voice broke through the static:
“Today remember”, said.
I didn’t hear it quite well, since the inopportune loud sounds from the TV mantled my grandfather’s phrase. But that’s at least what I understood and, consequently, I turned off the TV without any delay.
The Jewish New Year is called in Hebrew both “Rosh HaShana” and, within some Talmudic and rabbinic literature, “Yom HaZikaron” (which means literally “Day of Remembrance”). So I instantly connected Goldstein’s command with the Holiday’s name. That’s why I replied: “A gut yor for you too”, a traditional Yiddish greeting for the occasion…
A couple of minutes later, I would say a quarter hour filled of constant white noise, the voice made again an entrance:
“The video veils certain answers”.
Well, this was the second time Goldstein mentioned something about a video. It can’t be a mere coincidence. No way. My grandfather’s voice vanished after this and did not return. Maybe the “remember” can be related to that “video” he made reference. I really don’t know. I must ponder his words… and act.
EVP audio uploaded
This is the first part of my EVP identity test, described in a previous post, where Goldstein hummed along to an Astor Piazzolla’s composition called Sleeping.
Click to download the audio file.
I also uploaded the second part of that same session. You can hear the voice stating clearly “Matit”.
You can find it here.
New paranormal activity test… Null results this time
Encouraged by the successful test I conducted with Piazzolla’s tango, a new idea popped in my mind: What if the tune I used to prove Goldstein’s identity behaves invariably as some sort of “magnetic pole” for my grandfather’s ghost? Can that melody leave the possibility open for contacting him whenever I want? Will it be effective to attract his presence again?
This last week I experimented with that song, playing it several hours a day. But the results were null. My grandfather’s voice did not appear. Not even once.
I guess my hypothesis was wrong, then. It seems that in our last contact he wasn’t just being pulled out from the beyond because of the tune, but instead he wanted to show himself off. Obviously, he still does his own will.
So, the questions now should be: Is there a reason for his spontaneous manifestations? Is he trying to tell me something meaningful? What?
Identity confirmed!
I’m euphoric. The identity test gave positive results: the voice that I’m hearing through the vintage radio is Samuel Goldstein’s, my grandfather. The simple test, designed by Angel Manoukian and described below, worked almost instantly and the confirmation opened a whole new dimension for me. The voice apparition is a true paranormal phenomena, it can’t be hoax (nor a practical joke) of any sort and, foremost, is my grandfather himself to whom I listen to.
The basic idea behind this experiment was to use Goldstein’s most beloved tune (a beautiful tango by Astor Piazzolla) as a bait. When he was alive, my grandfather had a crush for that song. He used to say that this melody worked like a mantra, helping him to clear his mind and hummed along to it constantly. Angel thought that this tune could be an invitation and should attract Goldstein’s presence. Although very plain, this ingenious “musical call” approach succeeded in its goals.
The testing phase began at 12:30 AM approx. I turned on my grandfather’s Spica and left it on the table. Then I set the computer to play Piazzolla’s theme in an infinite loop. Finally, I brought another device to record the audio of the test.
The tango ended and started again twice, with the simultaneous white noise as a curtain in the back of the delightful harmony. Then, when it started for the third time, I felt a cold hand in my shoulder. Nobody was there, of course. It was just a fleeting but very vivid sensation. And almost instantly after that a subtle humming appeared within the interference. It was an articulated hum, undoubtly humane yet ethereal… The voice followed the melody as if the ghostly crooner knew it already. I smiled. That was an intense moment indeed.
After a couple of seconds the hum disappeared. I kept listening carefully, as always, but without any new contact. One hour later I decided to pause the song. 15 minutes after that, when I was about to power off the Spica I heard a clear whisper:
“Matit”
Just one word. The most personal word for me… And I must explain this. My name is Matias, the Spanish equivalent of Matthew, which is the English version of the old Hebrew name Matityahu. Matit, its contracted hypocoristic form, was the affectionate nickname invented by my grandfather to address me. That single word was all the confirmation I needed. One single word that changed everything. And I mean it. Everything.
Another obnoxious week
My boss (or should I call him “my exploiter”?) might be one of the most vilest person in this country. His imposed 12 hour workday -without any time off, nor extra payment- is sucking away my strength. This horrendous agenda is far from decent and is pushing his employees to a ridiculous over the edge modern slavery. Anyway, that’s the reason why I had to interrupt my long EVP sessions. These last days were really awful.
Meanwhile, I started to play with Angel’s equipment, recording little bits of white noise, adjusting the parameters to get a clear recording. My plan is to test the voice’s identity this weekend. I’m sort of hopeful about these upcoming experiments. All I need is to get some sleep first…