Living With The Paranormal
by Jim Kelly NON FICTION
My Introduction
Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Jim Kelly. I’m 63 years old. I was born in Allegany, NY on July 26, 1949. I have been retired for three years now and I have a story to tell. Yeah, I know, everybody has a story to tell but nobody’s got a story like this one, nobody.
The best place to start from is the beginning. Let me go back in time forty-eight years ago. I grew up in Allegany, NY not too far from the Pennsylvania border. I was your typical fifteen year old. I had a lot of friends. We would go swimming, ride bikes, play baseball, roller skate and everything a fifteen year old would do back in the 1960s. It was a far cry from what many kids do at the present time — running around in gangs late at night, doing drugs, constantly texting one another and showing little respect for personal property.
Enough of that, now to get back to my story. Friday nights back in the 60s was Twilight Zone night. Each Friday we would take turns going to one another’s house to watch The Twilight Zone which was one half hour long. Saturday night it was The Outer Limits. Usually we stayed at home to watch it. Maybe you can already sense the direction I’m going with this. To be honest, I was or should I say, we all were science fiction addicts. We believed in monsters, UFO’s, ghosts, anything really that was out of the norm.
Now let’s fast forward to the present time, 2011 and 2012 to be more precise. I now live in the Town of Olean, New York and have been married for twenty-three years to my lovely, supportive wife, Sherri. Sherri went to and graduated from, Hinsdale Central School in Hinsdale, NY. This is where it all started for me. Hinsdale is the home of the much publicized Hinsdale Haunted House.
Clara and Phil Dandy lived in the house along with their children in the early 1970s. During their time there, they were visited by many spirits and not the nice kind. Father Alphonsus, a priest from St. Bonaventure University was at the house more than once to perform an exorcism which worked for awhile but as time went by the Dandy family lost the battle and ended up leaving the house for good.
As the years passed by a few families have lived in the home but didn’t stay for long. You can probably guess why. The last occupants of the Hinsdale House were Joe and Florence Misnik, who passed away a few months from one another. Before they died, they allowed a film crew to come up to the house to do a webisode documentary on all the events that had taken place up there.
This is where I get involved, I was sitting in a local coffee shop one morning and a man approached me and asked if I lived in the area. I said, “Yes, Hinsdale to be exact.” His face gleamed with a smile and he said, “Really? Then you know the area pretty well?” Again I said, “Yes.” He then said, “How would you like to be a walk on in a documentary film?” I asked where the filming was to take place and his reply was, “The haunted house in Hinsdale.” Without having to think twice about it I said, “Yes.” He said, “Don’t shave. Come as you are.” The filming was to take place the following Saturday at 1pm. I was used in what they called, the spirit walk, which went from the pond that was on the property up to the house itself. There were probably forty of us total, dressed in all time period, in the spirit walk. Later that evening they did a re-enactment of the exorcism that Father Alphonsus had performed many years earlier. I was allowed to sit in for that as well.
As time passed by since the documentary was filmed, the house sat empty, or was it? Young kids were going up there having beer parties and trashing the place. If they only knew they were just a short distance from one of two vortexes that are on the property. Then one day in our local newspaper there was an article on the house that said rumors were starting to spread about the house possibly being demolished soon. As soon as I read that I went racing up to the house to take a picture with my tracfone before it got demolished. Winter came and went. The same with spring and the house was still standing. Then came fall and on October 31, 2011 the newspaper ran another article. This time though it was on the now famous “hanging tree” which is near the haunted house property.
So I knew I had a picture of the house on my tracfone but I had never gotten one of the hanging tree. The next day, November 1, 2011, my wife, Sherri and I drove up to the former hanging tree site. The tree had been struck by lightning since my last visit and was now just a pile of dead branches and roots or so I thought. We went home after I took one picture, looked at the picture on the tracfone and immediately I knew something wasn’t right. The first thing that caught my attention was all the color in the photo when in reality there should have been no color at all where I had taken the photograph because we had a real hard frost the night before. A few brown, dead leaves and branches, but absolutely no color what so ever. Then as we proceeded to look at the photo more things (paranormal) began to show up all over the photograph so right away I told my wife, Sherri, we have to go back up there and take another photo or two because this just isn’t right.
We went back to the tree site right away and I took another photo approximately where I shot the first one, then I turned
around and took one photo of the “stepping stone”which is right across the dirt road from the hanging tree. The“stepping stone” was used back in the 1800s when travelers would pass through the area. They would tie their buckboards, stagecoaches, or whatever means they used to travel by, to the stone. Travelers would step down on the stone to get out of the wagons…
So we get back home again and now we are examining three photos, all with bizarre images in them. So the next step was to get these photos enlarged off of the tracfone so I sent them to my nephew who in turn ran them off his computer printer into nice glossy 8 x 10 photos. When he called and said they were ready, I left right away to go get them. I brought them home. Sat down in my chair and started looking at them very carefully one at a time, so as not to get confused as to what I was actually seeing. Sure enough my hunch was right. I had indeed captured, in my photos, people who had passed on. The amazing thing is that I photographed individuals from different periods in time as far back as the days of Jesus right up to the present. Keep in mind this is the results of my first photo. Also there were demonic beings, animals, and creatures that would resemble what Bigfoot would look like to scientists today.
In the second photo things and characters changed. Remember there is about a 30 minute time lapse between the first photo and the next two. So in a half hours time everything changed from one photo to the next.
The third photo that was taken was the stepping stone photo. In that, there was a woman’s face. A nasty lady, I might add, coming out of the middle of the stone. She had long black hair and devilish looking eyes. To the upper right of her, was another woman whose face appeared to be pushed into the side of the stone. She had the look of being in agony. Behind the stone were more faces of, I’ll call them, individuals.
Before I go on any further, let me go back to the history of the “hanging tree” for a moment. Legend has it, there were some individuals who ran a lodge nearby which now days would be what is known as a“Bed and Breakfast”. Travelers would stop there to spend the night and head out the next day. A lot of the travelers never made it to the next day because they were murdered by the nasty owners of the lodge. The owners would pick out their victims according to what kind of jewelry they may have had, or money, or furs they had for sale. Some of these people were taken across the road from the stepping stone and hung in the tree. Several victims were taken up the road and buried in a mass grave. As the story goes, many of the bodies were hidden in the Dandy House before they were buried.
Okay now my next thing to do was to show my photos to family members to see if they would see what I saw. My son, Shane, was the first one after Sherri to look at them. Right away he could see one of two Roman people, the one who was swinging a sword. The other was holding a spear and looking upward. Eventually other family members were seeing what I was. So I was relieved to know I wasn’t going off the deep end. Now the real struggle begins because I was obsessed to find out why I was able to photo such things like I did.
I had made arrangements to meet with a local paranormal researcher to look at and discuss my photos. We met November, 8, 2011. We talked for an hour. As he looked at my photos, he agreed to everything that was in them. In his own words, he said I had photographed something not many, if any, people ever get to see. I said to him, “What should I do with the photos?” His reply was, “Just sit on them for now.” Well, I had been sitting on it for seven months and nothing was happening. Meanwhile I kept taking photos all over the area and spirits, ghosts, whatever you want to refer to them as, keep showing up. By the way, I forgot to mention, it doesn’t matter whether I’m using a digital camera or video camera. I capture them on both and continue to get them at the present time.
We made arrangements to see a psychic and show her the photos to get her input on the situation as to why this might be happening. Her name is Janet and she is very good at what she does. We met with Janet at the end of December, 2011.As she slowly looked at the photos she came to the conclusion that what I had photographed was a vortex. I pretty much knew what a vortex was but she explained it in detail to Sherri and me.
When Janet picked up the photograph of the stepping stone she immediately got light headed and almost sick to her
stomach. She had to put the photo back down on the table and get her composure back. After a few minutes she was able to pick it up again with a little more self control over it. She then told us that the stepping stone side of the dirt road had more energy to it than the hanging tree side of the road but both sides of the road were still within the vortex.
Janet’s advice to me was DON'T GO BACK UP THERE ANYMORE. It could get dangerous and that any lurking spirits or souls could very easily leave the vortex and attach themselves to me and I would have a hard time getting rid of them. I didn’t take Janet’s advice and within two weeks I was right back up there again taking more photos.
Janet was right. They attached themselves to me to the point where we had them in our house. We had them coming out of the carpet. We had them in our stove pipe to our pellet stove and in our walls. You name it, we had it. Now this is just inside. Outside we have many spirits that I photographed and still do to this day. There is even a spirit dog that has come into our house to play with our Pomeranian dog. She shows up in many of my photos so I have named her Snowball. She is all white and looks lonely and lost.
Still I wonder why I can take these photographs and have these things show up in them on a continuous basis. So I decided to let my wife take some photos and see what happens and absolutely nothing did. Her photos appear normal. Put the camera back in my hands and bingo,spirits start showing up again. So I thought, let’s see how far away from home these spirits will travel to allow me to photograph them. I went to my parent’s grave in Oswayo, Pa. some thirty-five miles from my home and took photos. Distance made no difference. They appeared in every photo I took.
As time has passed by, I couldn’t get anyone of importance to look at my photographs. I had contacted, Stanton Friedman, a nuclear physicist and UFO lecturer but he didn’t seem interested. Sherri also e-mailed the Penn State Paranormal Society on two different occasions along with one of the photos and we never heard from them at all. I don’t know. Maybe they thought I was crazy and it was a waste of time on their part. Anyway, I continue to take photos and video of the supernatural or paranormal almost daily. I have just about 200 photographs that I have taken as of this writing, wondering why I am able to do this.
Ed, who lives in my town, had a relative who was in the civil war and never had a proper burial. The soldier contacted typhoid fever and died in a prison camp and was buried in a mass grave in Virginia. I told Ed I would video the memorial service he was planning for his relative. He was delighted but I also told him, “Don’t be surprised if something out of the ordinary shows up in the video.” I went on to explain to him, the ability I have and what may happen. He said, "That would be great.” Ed wasn’t disappointed because sure enough there they were coming out of tombstones and in the trees. In the actual grave itself there were three faces.
Now it has been almost eight months since my first photo, November 1, 2011. Hard to believe it is 2012 now and I still don’t know why I can do what I do. Then suddenly things are starting to look good for me as to why this is happening. It was announced that world famous psychic Sylvia Browne was coming to the Allegany Seneca Casino for a show. My first thought was wow. Here is a once in a lifetime chance to possibly find out from the world’s greatest psychic why this is happening to me.
First thing I did was to go purchase two tickets to her show which was Saturday, June 30, 2012, at 7PM. I got the tickets just in time because the show was a sellout. I knew I would be very disappointed if I couldn’t get to see and talk to her in person so I got together with Jill, the person who brings in all the celebrities and told her my situation that I was going crazy not knowing why I can do what I can do. Jill was very helpful in making it possible for me to meet Sylvia and show her some of my best photos. I still had my doubts that I would actually be able to see her so what I did was ask Jill if our local newspaper would do an article on me and my photos so I could take that article with me to the casino the night of the show would that help? Jill thought it was an excellent idea. A few days later, Sherri and I met with the local media and told my story. They ran a photo of us along with the article which was excellent. Now I felt that my chances of seeing Sylvia had increased kind of like having an extra insurance policy. Now what I didn’t know was, on the side, Jill was communicating with Sylvia Browne’s husband Michael regarding my situation. Michael travels with Sylvia while she is on tour. Setting everything up for my visit is what Jill was doing for me.
Friday, June 29, 2012, I came home from my usual coffee shop run to find a message on our answering machine. I pushed the play button and it was Jill confirming that we would definitely be seeing Sylvia before she took stage.They have what they call “meet and greet” where certain people are selected to see her for a moment. We were told by her husband Michael that we would be last to see her because of the gravity of my situation. There were probably 30 people in to see her before us. Then at exactly 6:15PM it was our turn. We are ushered in by security and there she was. My hands were sweaty, my breathing a bit fast but as she laid eyes on us I instantly became relaxed and not nervous at all. I’m thinking in my head in a quick moment—Jim this is what you have been waiting for, now pray she can tell you why you are able to do what you do.
Sylvia, a very nice, down to earth person, did not try to rush us out. We were very relaxed around her then I pulled out my very best photos for her to look at and she knew instantly why I was able to do what I do. She said, “Jim, you have kinetic power or energy to photograph them. They have attached themselves to you and it all started when you took a picture of the vortex that I am looking at. You were sympathetic to the photo and they felt that from you. This is not a bad thing she said. It could have been the other way around where bad entities could have followed me. With that being said, Sherri and I knelt down beside Sylvia and public relations took a photo of the three of us. Hanging on our wall at home is the nice picture of the three of us.
No more wondering from day to day. I finally know now. I am at peace with myself and have no problem dealing with this. Honestly it is kind of soothing. The week before Sylvia’s visit I took a photograph of the front of our home and a silver, radiant crucifix showed up on our roof. If that’s not a sign that things are okay and alright in my life then I don’t know what is.
I guess I have said all I can say about myself and my life. I will continue to take my photographs as normal. I will live each day with the paranormal after all they are a part of my life now.
For all the Atheists in the world and non-believers who think once you are dead it’s all over with, you couldn’t be more wrong. There is a parallel world out there right next to ours. I am living proof of that and am willing to show anyone who would like to look at the photos of the people who have passed on. If I can make just one person believe that there is an afterlife by showing them my photographs then everything that has happened to me since November 1, 2011 has all been worth it.
My name is Jim Kelly. I’m 63 years old. I was born in Allegany, NY on July 26, 1949. I have been retired for three years now and I have a story to tell. Yeah, I know, everybody has a story to tell but nobody’s got a story like this one, nobody.
The best place to start from is the beginning. Let me go back in time forty-eight years ago. I grew up in Allegany, NY not too far from the Pennsylvania border. I was your typical fifteen year old. I had a lot of friends. We would go swimming, ride bikes, play baseball, roller skate and everything a fifteen year old would do back in the 1960s. It was a far cry from what many kids do at the present time — running around in gangs late at night, doing drugs, constantly texting one another and showing little respect for personal property.
Enough of that, now to get back to my story. Friday nights back in the 60s was Twilight Zone night. Each Friday we would take turns going to one another’s house to watch The Twilight Zone which was one half hour long. Saturday night it was The Outer Limits. Usually we stayed at home to watch it. Maybe you can already sense the direction I’m going with this. To be honest, I was or should I say, we all were science fiction addicts. We believed in monsters, UFO’s, ghosts, anything really that was out of the norm.
Now let’s fast forward to the present time, 2011 and 2012 to be more precise. I now live in the Town of Olean, New York and have been married for twenty-three years to my lovely, supportive wife, Sherri. Sherri went to and graduated from, Hinsdale Central School in Hinsdale, NY. This is where it all started for me. Hinsdale is the home of the much publicized Hinsdale Haunted House.
Clara and Phil Dandy lived in the house along with their children in the early 1970s. During their time there, they were visited by many spirits and not the nice kind. Father Alphonsus, a priest from St. Bonaventure University was at the house more than once to perform an exorcism which worked for awhile but as time went by the Dandy family lost the battle and ended up leaving the house for good.
As the years passed by a few families have lived in the home but didn’t stay for long. You can probably guess why. The last occupants of the Hinsdale House were Joe and Florence Misnik, who passed away a few months from one another. Before they died, they allowed a film crew to come up to the house to do a webisode documentary on all the events that had taken place up there.
This is where I get involved, I was sitting in a local coffee shop one morning and a man approached me and asked if I lived in the area. I said, “Yes, Hinsdale to be exact.” His face gleamed with a smile and he said, “Really? Then you know the area pretty well?” Again I said, “Yes.” He then said, “How would you like to be a walk on in a documentary film?” I asked where the filming was to take place and his reply was, “The haunted house in Hinsdale.” Without having to think twice about it I said, “Yes.” He said, “Don’t shave. Come as you are.” The filming was to take place the following Saturday at 1pm. I was used in what they called, the spirit walk, which went from the pond that was on the property up to the house itself. There were probably forty of us total, dressed in all time period, in the spirit walk. Later that evening they did a re-enactment of the exorcism that Father Alphonsus had performed many years earlier. I was allowed to sit in for that as well.
As time passed by since the documentary was filmed, the house sat empty, or was it? Young kids were going up there having beer parties and trashing the place. If they only knew they were just a short distance from one of two vortexes that are on the property. Then one day in our local newspaper there was an article on the house that said rumors were starting to spread about the house possibly being demolished soon. As soon as I read that I went racing up to the house to take a picture with my tracfone before it got demolished. Winter came and went. The same with spring and the house was still standing. Then came fall and on October 31, 2011 the newspaper ran another article. This time though it was on the now famous “hanging tree” which is near the haunted house property.
So I knew I had a picture of the house on my tracfone but I had never gotten one of the hanging tree. The next day, November 1, 2011, my wife, Sherri and I drove up to the former hanging tree site. The tree had been struck by lightning since my last visit and was now just a pile of dead branches and roots or so I thought. We went home after I took one picture, looked at the picture on the tracfone and immediately I knew something wasn’t right. The first thing that caught my attention was all the color in the photo when in reality there should have been no color at all where I had taken the photograph because we had a real hard frost the night before. A few brown, dead leaves and branches, but absolutely no color what so ever. Then as we proceeded to look at the photo more things (paranormal) began to show up all over the photograph so right away I told my wife, Sherri, we have to go back up there and take another photo or two because this just isn’t right.
We went back to the tree site right away and I took another photo approximately where I shot the first one, then I turned
around and took one photo of the “stepping stone”which is right across the dirt road from the hanging tree. The“stepping stone” was used back in the 1800s when travelers would pass through the area. They would tie their buckboards, stagecoaches, or whatever means they used to travel by, to the stone. Travelers would step down on the stone to get out of the wagons…
So we get back home again and now we are examining three photos, all with bizarre images in them. So the next step was to get these photos enlarged off of the tracfone so I sent them to my nephew who in turn ran them off his computer printer into nice glossy 8 x 10 photos. When he called and said they were ready, I left right away to go get them. I brought them home. Sat down in my chair and started looking at them very carefully one at a time, so as not to get confused as to what I was actually seeing. Sure enough my hunch was right. I had indeed captured, in my photos, people who had passed on. The amazing thing is that I photographed individuals from different periods in time as far back as the days of Jesus right up to the present. Keep in mind this is the results of my first photo. Also there were demonic beings, animals, and creatures that would resemble what Bigfoot would look like to scientists today.
In the second photo things and characters changed. Remember there is about a 30 minute time lapse between the first photo and the next two. So in a half hours time everything changed from one photo to the next.
The third photo that was taken was the stepping stone photo. In that, there was a woman’s face. A nasty lady, I might add, coming out of the middle of the stone. She had long black hair and devilish looking eyes. To the upper right of her, was another woman whose face appeared to be pushed into the side of the stone. She had the look of being in agony. Behind the stone were more faces of, I’ll call them, individuals.
Before I go on any further, let me go back to the history of the “hanging tree” for a moment. Legend has it, there were some individuals who ran a lodge nearby which now days would be what is known as a“Bed and Breakfast”. Travelers would stop there to spend the night and head out the next day. A lot of the travelers never made it to the next day because they were murdered by the nasty owners of the lodge. The owners would pick out their victims according to what kind of jewelry they may have had, or money, or furs they had for sale. Some of these people were taken across the road from the stepping stone and hung in the tree. Several victims were taken up the road and buried in a mass grave. As the story goes, many of the bodies were hidden in the Dandy House before they were buried.
Okay now my next thing to do was to show my photos to family members to see if they would see what I saw. My son, Shane, was the first one after Sherri to look at them. Right away he could see one of two Roman people, the one who was swinging a sword. The other was holding a spear and looking upward. Eventually other family members were seeing what I was. So I was relieved to know I wasn’t going off the deep end. Now the real struggle begins because I was obsessed to find out why I was able to photo such things like I did.
I had made arrangements to meet with a local paranormal researcher to look at and discuss my photos. We met November, 8, 2011. We talked for an hour. As he looked at my photos, he agreed to everything that was in them. In his own words, he said I had photographed something not many, if any, people ever get to see. I said to him, “What should I do with the photos?” His reply was, “Just sit on them for now.” Well, I had been sitting on it for seven months and nothing was happening. Meanwhile I kept taking photos all over the area and spirits, ghosts, whatever you want to refer to them as, keep showing up. By the way, I forgot to mention, it doesn’t matter whether I’m using a digital camera or video camera. I capture them on both and continue to get them at the present time.
We made arrangements to see a psychic and show her the photos to get her input on the situation as to why this might be happening. Her name is Janet and she is very good at what she does. We met with Janet at the end of December, 2011.As she slowly looked at the photos she came to the conclusion that what I had photographed was a vortex. I pretty much knew what a vortex was but she explained it in detail to Sherri and me.
When Janet picked up the photograph of the stepping stone she immediately got light headed and almost sick to her
stomach. She had to put the photo back down on the table and get her composure back. After a few minutes she was able to pick it up again with a little more self control over it. She then told us that the stepping stone side of the dirt road had more energy to it than the hanging tree side of the road but both sides of the road were still within the vortex.
Janet’s advice to me was DON'T GO BACK UP THERE ANYMORE. It could get dangerous and that any lurking spirits or souls could very easily leave the vortex and attach themselves to me and I would have a hard time getting rid of them. I didn’t take Janet’s advice and within two weeks I was right back up there again taking more photos.
Janet was right. They attached themselves to me to the point where we had them in our house. We had them coming out of the carpet. We had them in our stove pipe to our pellet stove and in our walls. You name it, we had it. Now this is just inside. Outside we have many spirits that I photographed and still do to this day. There is even a spirit dog that has come into our house to play with our Pomeranian dog. She shows up in many of my photos so I have named her Snowball. She is all white and looks lonely and lost.
Still I wonder why I can take these photographs and have these things show up in them on a continuous basis. So I decided to let my wife take some photos and see what happens and absolutely nothing did. Her photos appear normal. Put the camera back in my hands and bingo,spirits start showing up again. So I thought, let’s see how far away from home these spirits will travel to allow me to photograph them. I went to my parent’s grave in Oswayo, Pa. some thirty-five miles from my home and took photos. Distance made no difference. They appeared in every photo I took.
As time has passed by, I couldn’t get anyone of importance to look at my photographs. I had contacted, Stanton Friedman, a nuclear physicist and UFO lecturer but he didn’t seem interested. Sherri also e-mailed the Penn State Paranormal Society on two different occasions along with one of the photos and we never heard from them at all. I don’t know. Maybe they thought I was crazy and it was a waste of time on their part. Anyway, I continue to take photos and video of the supernatural or paranormal almost daily. I have just about 200 photographs that I have taken as of this writing, wondering why I am able to do this.
Ed, who lives in my town, had a relative who was in the civil war and never had a proper burial. The soldier contacted typhoid fever and died in a prison camp and was buried in a mass grave in Virginia. I told Ed I would video the memorial service he was planning for his relative. He was delighted but I also told him, “Don’t be surprised if something out of the ordinary shows up in the video.” I went on to explain to him, the ability I have and what may happen. He said, "That would be great.” Ed wasn’t disappointed because sure enough there they were coming out of tombstones and in the trees. In the actual grave itself there were three faces.
Now it has been almost eight months since my first photo, November 1, 2011. Hard to believe it is 2012 now and I still don’t know why I can do what I do. Then suddenly things are starting to look good for me as to why this is happening. It was announced that world famous psychic Sylvia Browne was coming to the Allegany Seneca Casino for a show. My first thought was wow. Here is a once in a lifetime chance to possibly find out from the world’s greatest psychic why this is happening to me.
First thing I did was to go purchase two tickets to her show which was Saturday, June 30, 2012, at 7PM. I got the tickets just in time because the show was a sellout. I knew I would be very disappointed if I couldn’t get to see and talk to her in person so I got together with Jill, the person who brings in all the celebrities and told her my situation that I was going crazy not knowing why I can do what I can do. Jill was very helpful in making it possible for me to meet Sylvia and show her some of my best photos. I still had my doubts that I would actually be able to see her so what I did was ask Jill if our local newspaper would do an article on me and my photos so I could take that article with me to the casino the night of the show would that help? Jill thought it was an excellent idea. A few days later, Sherri and I met with the local media and told my story. They ran a photo of us along with the article which was excellent. Now I felt that my chances of seeing Sylvia had increased kind of like having an extra insurance policy. Now what I didn’t know was, on the side, Jill was communicating with Sylvia Browne’s husband Michael regarding my situation. Michael travels with Sylvia while she is on tour. Setting everything up for my visit is what Jill was doing for me.
Friday, June 29, 2012, I came home from my usual coffee shop run to find a message on our answering machine. I pushed the play button and it was Jill confirming that we would definitely be seeing Sylvia before she took stage.They have what they call “meet and greet” where certain people are selected to see her for a moment. We were told by her husband Michael that we would be last to see her because of the gravity of my situation. There were probably 30 people in to see her before us. Then at exactly 6:15PM it was our turn. We are ushered in by security and there she was. My hands were sweaty, my breathing a bit fast but as she laid eyes on us I instantly became relaxed and not nervous at all. I’m thinking in my head in a quick moment—Jim this is what you have been waiting for, now pray she can tell you why you are able to do what you do.
Sylvia, a very nice, down to earth person, did not try to rush us out. We were very relaxed around her then I pulled out my very best photos for her to look at and she knew instantly why I was able to do what I do. She said, “Jim, you have kinetic power or energy to photograph them. They have attached themselves to you and it all started when you took a picture of the vortex that I am looking at. You were sympathetic to the photo and they felt that from you. This is not a bad thing she said. It could have been the other way around where bad entities could have followed me. With that being said, Sherri and I knelt down beside Sylvia and public relations took a photo of the three of us. Hanging on our wall at home is the nice picture of the three of us.
No more wondering from day to day. I finally know now. I am at peace with myself and have no problem dealing with this. Honestly it is kind of soothing. The week before Sylvia’s visit I took a photograph of the front of our home and a silver, radiant crucifix showed up on our roof. If that’s not a sign that things are okay and alright in my life then I don’t know what is.
I guess I have said all I can say about myself and my life. I will continue to take my photographs as normal. I will live each day with the paranormal after all they are a part of my life now.
For all the Atheists in the world and non-believers who think once you are dead it’s all over with, you couldn’t be more wrong. There is a parallel world out there right next to ours. I am living proof of that and am willing to show anyone who would like to look at the photos of the people who have passed on. If I can make just one person believe that there is an afterlife by showing them my photographs then everything that has happened to me since November 1, 2011 has all been worth it.
The Spiritual Side
Now that I have familiarized myself with you let me touch on the more spiritual side for just a bit. On January 29, 2006, my mother passed away early Sunday morning. I’ve wondered what she would have thought about the special gift I now have. I would love to take a photo of her from the other side. She was a little bashful about some things. She would have to come to me with a little coaxing on my part but I’ll definitely give it a try when I can fine tune my gift over a period of time.
While I’m on the subject of death I would like to say to everyone who has ever had a pet that has passed away that they
will be there to greet you along with your relatives. This I know for a fact because I have photographed many animals that have passed on and believe me, they all look fine and content.
When spirits or souls first realize their own death they may be quite upset to say the least especially if they feel very
much alive. When death occurs by accident and a spirit is literally thrown out of its body a relative or good friend will usually be nearby to assist the newcomer thru the death transition. One might realize that with any death, especially a sudden one, a spirit might need further help and understanding to adjust itself to the new environment. Thank God there are those souls to assist them.
Do we ever get over the loss of a loved one? Is it possible to start life again without our dear one sharing it with us? Once someone passes out of the world of the physical and into the world of the spiritual we can never physically experience them again the way we used to that is why I feel so gifted to be able to photograph spirits because they know I am doing it. I believe it means a lot to them to know that someone from the living world acknowledges that they are there.
When I think of making contact with the spiritual world I must first approach it with the awareness that the spirit world or the creative sense of God is not limited to an area in the clouds out of our reach. Rather this creative spirit is up, down, around, and through us. It is intermingled within our own world as my hundreds of photographs show time and time again. The more aware I allow myself to be of the techniques involved, the more clearly and precise I can make my results.
Discipline plays a very important part in developing any spiritual communication. Although I have a desire to reach
family spirits, it does not mean that you can turn off the lights and they magically appear. Like attracts like and I will get out of my gift what I put into it which is one hundred percent seriousness. When I entered the world of spirits I entered a world that most people don’t believe exist. Most people have shut down their feelings years ago in the hope that such numbing would help them to survive the emotional turmoil of the physical world.
I try each day to meditate for one half hour and clear my head of any tensions I might have at the time. This way I can let the spirit world know that it is their time to present themselves to me then I will take over from that point on be it photographs or
actual voice communication.
My advice to anyone who has a relative, wife, husband, daughter, or son who is very near death would be to fill their hearts with all the wonderful things and memories you want your loved one to keep with him or her in their new world. It is part of your love that will never die. They will take that love with them to the other side.
Too often we view death from this side only. From our perspective, it appears dark, mysterious, and foreboding. We see it as an unwanted ending. There is another view; however, from the other side that death is not dark or mysterious. It is a new
beginning. It is a start of a life in a place of wonder and splendor and I am so fortunate to have a sneak preview of the other side.
December 21, 2012 is fast approaching. That is another situation all of its own. Many people think it will be the final day on earth as we know it. I am not psychic. I have kinetic power and energy so I’ll stay out of this scenario but the promises of
God are sweet and true. I would encourage you to spend more time calling his personal number and speaking to him
about the way you feel on present world conditions. He understands grief and has a balm for it. He understands tears and is able to dry them permanently. Often the passing of a loved one be they human or animal shakes us to the very core. We wonder why life is so very cruel and why we have no control over the things that happen to us. It is easy for us at times like these to be afraid and uncertain. It is easy to feel alone.
This is where I enjoy the spirit of a sound mind. We should not subject ourselves any longer to the tortures of despair and grief. What is going to happen is going to happen. There is no on and off switch about it. That is my main reason for writing this book is to tell everyone life is not over when you die. It is a new beginning.
I would like to end my story now by just saying take the free gift of salvation God is offering you. “Whoever will call on the name of the lord will be saved.” --The Holy Bible. Call upon Jesus right now in prayer and he will save you. It is the greatest decision you will ever make. When you trust Christ you will immediately have a place reserved for you in heaven. You can be sure from this time on that you will go to heaven either at the rapture or when God calls you home. You do not want to be left behind in a world of turmoil. As I said early in my story, I have photographed demonic creatures and believe me you do not want to spend eternity in hell with some of the demonic creatures of Satan. You can escape all of this by asking for the forgiveness of your sins. Don’t wait. The clock of life is fast ticking away.
It has been my pleasure to tell you about myself. I pray that maybe I have helped someone out whose life may be in
turmoil.
While I’m on the subject of death I would like to say to everyone who has ever had a pet that has passed away that they
will be there to greet you along with your relatives. This I know for a fact because I have photographed many animals that have passed on and believe me, they all look fine and content.
When spirits or souls first realize their own death they may be quite upset to say the least especially if they feel very
much alive. When death occurs by accident and a spirit is literally thrown out of its body a relative or good friend will usually be nearby to assist the newcomer thru the death transition. One might realize that with any death, especially a sudden one, a spirit might need further help and understanding to adjust itself to the new environment. Thank God there are those souls to assist them.
Do we ever get over the loss of a loved one? Is it possible to start life again without our dear one sharing it with us? Once someone passes out of the world of the physical and into the world of the spiritual we can never physically experience them again the way we used to that is why I feel so gifted to be able to photograph spirits because they know I am doing it. I believe it means a lot to them to know that someone from the living world acknowledges that they are there.
When I think of making contact with the spiritual world I must first approach it with the awareness that the spirit world or the creative sense of God is not limited to an area in the clouds out of our reach. Rather this creative spirit is up, down, around, and through us. It is intermingled within our own world as my hundreds of photographs show time and time again. The more aware I allow myself to be of the techniques involved, the more clearly and precise I can make my results.
Discipline plays a very important part in developing any spiritual communication. Although I have a desire to reach
family spirits, it does not mean that you can turn off the lights and they magically appear. Like attracts like and I will get out of my gift what I put into it which is one hundred percent seriousness. When I entered the world of spirits I entered a world that most people don’t believe exist. Most people have shut down their feelings years ago in the hope that such numbing would help them to survive the emotional turmoil of the physical world.
I try each day to meditate for one half hour and clear my head of any tensions I might have at the time. This way I can let the spirit world know that it is their time to present themselves to me then I will take over from that point on be it photographs or
actual voice communication.
My advice to anyone who has a relative, wife, husband, daughter, or son who is very near death would be to fill their hearts with all the wonderful things and memories you want your loved one to keep with him or her in their new world. It is part of your love that will never die. They will take that love with them to the other side.
Too often we view death from this side only. From our perspective, it appears dark, mysterious, and foreboding. We see it as an unwanted ending. There is another view; however, from the other side that death is not dark or mysterious. It is a new
beginning. It is a start of a life in a place of wonder and splendor and I am so fortunate to have a sneak preview of the other side.
December 21, 2012 is fast approaching. That is another situation all of its own. Many people think it will be the final day on earth as we know it. I am not psychic. I have kinetic power and energy so I’ll stay out of this scenario but the promises of
God are sweet and true. I would encourage you to spend more time calling his personal number and speaking to him
about the way you feel on present world conditions. He understands grief and has a balm for it. He understands tears and is able to dry them permanently. Often the passing of a loved one be they human or animal shakes us to the very core. We wonder why life is so very cruel and why we have no control over the things that happen to us. It is easy for us at times like these to be afraid and uncertain. It is easy to feel alone.
This is where I enjoy the spirit of a sound mind. We should not subject ourselves any longer to the tortures of despair and grief. What is going to happen is going to happen. There is no on and off switch about it. That is my main reason for writing this book is to tell everyone life is not over when you die. It is a new beginning.
I would like to end my story now by just saying take the free gift of salvation God is offering you. “Whoever will call on the name of the lord will be saved.” --The Holy Bible. Call upon Jesus right now in prayer and he will save you. It is the greatest decision you will ever make. When you trust Christ you will immediately have a place reserved for you in heaven. You can be sure from this time on that you will go to heaven either at the rapture or when God calls you home. You do not want to be left behind in a world of turmoil. As I said early in my story, I have photographed demonic creatures and believe me you do not want to spend eternity in hell with some of the demonic creatures of Satan. You can escape all of this by asking for the forgiveness of your sins. Don’t wait. The clock of life is fast ticking away.
It has been my pleasure to tell you about myself. I pray that maybe I have helped someone out whose life may be in
turmoil.
Pardon The Interruption
I know just when you thought my story was over, myself included. I seem to be able to add just a little bit more. I think they call this “writer’s privilege”. Anyway, I received a call July 26, 2012, on my birthday I might add, from the Buffalo Newspaper that they would like to do a story on me and my photographs. I told them I would be delighted to meet with them. I also told them that my brother, Tom, was undergoing a serious heart surgery on Monday, July 30, 2012 so we would have to schedule around that. They understood and were very cooperative about waiting a few extra days. They wished Tom well and hoped
everything turned out well with the surgery. The person I talked to on the phone was very excited about my story that I briefly explained to him. His name is Bruce. He agreed with me that a story of this caliper should definitely be told and put out there for the public to know instead of keeping all of this to myself. I couldn’t agree more. After all, that was my goal since knowing what I can do. This interview will be a big jump start of making people and non-believers aware of what is really out there next to us. The Buffalo News prints thousands of newspapers every day. If my story could reach just a handful of people it would have been well worth the reporter’s time and effort. Just like our local newspaper, The Olean Times Herald, did a short story on me that made it easier for me to meet and talk to Sylvia Browne as I mentioned earlier.
It is not that I want to rush my life fast forward and get it over with; I am excited because I know what lies waiting on the other side for most of us when we leave this side. That is why it is so important to me to let people know who aren’t sure what will happen to them when they pass on.
I have talked to a few people about my situation, one on one, and what I have told them about what I can do and it didn’t seem to faze them at all. They were more concerned about what tomorrow’s weather was going to be or what good TV shows were on tonight. These are the very exact kind of people who will panic when the end draws near. Granted everyone has their own opinion on things but for myself I would like to know where I am going, heaven or hell, when the end draws near.
Right now I am in the waiting room of the Buffalo General Hospital as they have just taken my Brother, Tom, down for his heart surgery which could take anywhere from four to six hours. I will stop here for now because Tom’s welfare comes first.
I will continue after the surgery is over and the doctor talks with the family.
everything turned out well with the surgery. The person I talked to on the phone was very excited about my story that I briefly explained to him. His name is Bruce. He agreed with me that a story of this caliper should definitely be told and put out there for the public to know instead of keeping all of this to myself. I couldn’t agree more. After all, that was my goal since knowing what I can do. This interview will be a big jump start of making people and non-believers aware of what is really out there next to us. The Buffalo News prints thousands of newspapers every day. If my story could reach just a handful of people it would have been well worth the reporter’s time and effort. Just like our local newspaper, The Olean Times Herald, did a short story on me that made it easier for me to meet and talk to Sylvia Browne as I mentioned earlier.
It is not that I want to rush my life fast forward and get it over with; I am excited because I know what lies waiting on the other side for most of us when we leave this side. That is why it is so important to me to let people know who aren’t sure what will happen to them when they pass on.
I have talked to a few people about my situation, one on one, and what I have told them about what I can do and it didn’t seem to faze them at all. They were more concerned about what tomorrow’s weather was going to be or what good TV shows were on tonight. These are the very exact kind of people who will panic when the end draws near. Granted everyone has their own opinion on things but for myself I would like to know where I am going, heaven or hell, when the end draws near.
Right now I am in the waiting room of the Buffalo General Hospital as they have just taken my Brother, Tom, down for his heart surgery which could take anywhere from four to six hours. I will stop here for now because Tom’s welfare comes first.
I will continue after the surgery is over and the doctor talks with the family.
Let The Fight Begin
Finally after four hours the surgery was a success. The doctor came out and told us he did a heart by-pass and everything went well. Thank God Tom will be okay after a long rest and taking life easy when he gets home. One thing I haven’t
mentioned in my story up to this point and really was not going to is something that is called the “grey entity”. Don’t get this confused with the grey aliens that are much talked about on UFO programs. This grey entity is bad and attaches itself and takes advantage of individuals who have low self-esteem, depression, and are constantly worrying about every little thing
they can possibly worry about. The reason I am bringing up the grey entity is because I have photographed one and
of all the people for it to attach itself, it lingers around my brother, Tom, who just went through heart surgery. After Tom’s first heart attack I went to see him at Buffalo General and while I was there and before I left I took a picture of Tom in his bed in
ICU. After I had the picture enlarged I noticed the grey entity leaning against Tom’s chest as if to comfort him with its hands lying on top of Tom’s hand. The good thing about this is the entity cannot do any physical harm to Tom. Mentally he can do harm if Tom makes himself vulnerable by worry about everything and cannot control himself. The entity feeds off of this and makes itself stronger. Now the good thing is, if tom keeps himself in check and blocks out the worrying situation in his life, the entity will become weak and eventually leave Tom and move on to another candidate. That is all the grey entity does is try to depress anyone who is already feeling bad about themselves. With all the medical problems Tom and his wife, Darlene, have endured over the years it is no wonder Tom is depressed and a worrier. If I had gone through what he has I
probably would be the same way. That is why Tom made the perfect candidate for the grey entity. I don’t know how long the entity has been attached to him but I would say for some time. Personally I think it has been around long enough but Tom is the only one who can make it leave by staying calm and in control. I myself can check Tom’s situation by periodically taking photographs of him. When the grey starts getting weak he will slowly start to evaporate out of my photographs until he is no
more.
I have not told Tom about any of this due to his heart condition and won’t until he is much better. I won’t stand by and watch him slowly disintegrate himself because he cannot control his emotions. I will help him fight this to the end because I now know what we are dealing with.
mentioned in my story up to this point and really was not going to is something that is called the “grey entity”. Don’t get this confused with the grey aliens that are much talked about on UFO programs. This grey entity is bad and attaches itself and takes advantage of individuals who have low self-esteem, depression, and are constantly worrying about every little thing
they can possibly worry about. The reason I am bringing up the grey entity is because I have photographed one and
of all the people for it to attach itself, it lingers around my brother, Tom, who just went through heart surgery. After Tom’s first heart attack I went to see him at Buffalo General and while I was there and before I left I took a picture of Tom in his bed in
ICU. After I had the picture enlarged I noticed the grey entity leaning against Tom’s chest as if to comfort him with its hands lying on top of Tom’s hand. The good thing about this is the entity cannot do any physical harm to Tom. Mentally he can do harm if Tom makes himself vulnerable by worry about everything and cannot control himself. The entity feeds off of this and makes itself stronger. Now the good thing is, if tom keeps himself in check and blocks out the worrying situation in his life, the entity will become weak and eventually leave Tom and move on to another candidate. That is all the grey entity does is try to depress anyone who is already feeling bad about themselves. With all the medical problems Tom and his wife, Darlene, have endured over the years it is no wonder Tom is depressed and a worrier. If I had gone through what he has I
probably would be the same way. That is why Tom made the perfect candidate for the grey entity. I don’t know how long the entity has been attached to him but I would say for some time. Personally I think it has been around long enough but Tom is the only one who can make it leave by staying calm and in control. I myself can check Tom’s situation by periodically taking photographs of him. When the grey starts getting weak he will slowly start to evaporate out of my photographs until he is no
more.
I have not told Tom about any of this due to his heart condition and won’t until he is much better. I won’t stand by and watch him slowly disintegrate himself because he cannot control his emotions. I will help him fight this to the end because I now know what we are dealing with.
