July 20, 2018

Psychic Photographs

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Red orbs/mist in Salem, MA cemetery during the daytime!

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Light rod with ectoplasmic mist

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Haunted House with occupants showing themselves

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Two Ghost Globules escorting investigators

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Photo by Dean and Hank

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Female ghost next to the two people

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Psychic mist in woods

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Animal Spirits – Agatha the Cat

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Note: This letter was received by Mrs. Pelkey following the loss of her beloved cat Agatha.

This is in response to an older article in the journal concerning animals having spirits.

During the week of June 8th, Tony Spera (Ed and Lorraine’s son-in-law) went on a desperate search to find a copy of “The Rainbow Bridge” for me. He explained that he and his wife Judy had a copy of it posted on their refrigerator, and that it was a favorite of Lorraine’s. He was confident that I would enjoy reading it.

Well, his search paid off and he gave me a copy of the endearing poem on Thursday, June 11th. What Tony was really doing ( though he didn’t know it at the time ) was preparing us for the loss of our beloved cat of 20 years, Agatha. Sunday morning, we woke up to find that she had quietly passed away in her sleep.

We were both devastated, and our dog, Samantha, was lost without her little companion. That same evening, after we had taken her to the vet to be cremated, both my husband, Peter, and I heard her meowing from our upstairs bedroom. All was quiet for the week, except for Samantha moping around the house.

When her remains came home, the dog seemed a bit easier, knowing her little friend was home once again. Early one morning, I “felt” Agatha pull herself up onto our feather bed. I could hear the soft “crunch” of the feathers as she made her way to me. It was her ritual to rub her little nose on my hand to try to wake me up. That moment, I felt her nose and felt her rub her face on my hand. I lay there very quietly to see what would happen next. She then made her way up to the top of the bed, and lay down on the extra pillows. That morning when we woke up, I told Peter what had happened. He said he felt as if she were still with us, and even heard her meowing in the early morning hours. I had heard it as well, but had not mentioned it to Peter. We both knew she was there.

We still hear her every now and then. One day, I went to dust the shelf off where her ashes are kept, and I told her that “Mommy” was going to move her to clean. As I reached for her ashes, I felt a cold breeze run up my right arm. Despite the heat of the day, the air around her was cold. This gave me comfort knowing she heard me and was there.

I have a collection of decorative Nutcrackers near the love seat in the living room. Agatha used to go past them (usually knocking them over in the process) to go behind the love seat to take a nap. One day, I heard something fall in the living room and went out to investigate what had happened. Sure enough, they were knocked down. There was absolutely no way the dog could have been near them as there isn’t enough room for a 70 pound dog to squeeze her way into where they are.

Most people would find these events disturbing, but we are both comforted knowing that we had given Agatha a wonderful life with us during her 20 year stay on earth, and realize that she just isn’t ready to leave us yet.

So thank you, Tony, Judy, Ed and Lorraine for “The Rainbow Bridge” and this tribute to Agatha.





Wendy and Peter Pelkey, and Samantha too!


Hi, I’d like to tell you a story about twins.  They say that there is a connection between twins and that they share a lot of different things neither one of them is aware of it.  This story is about Ed Warren and his twin sister Babe.  They grew up in a haunted house in Bridgeport, Conn.  At the age of five, they had their first ghostly experience.  They could hear someone walking up the front staircase into the kitchen and turn on the light but no one would be there.  This would scare them so much that they would hide in their bedroom closet.  This would eventually lead Ed Warren into a career pursuing ghosts and haunted dwellings.  His sister would not have anything to do with it.  If you asked her about the ghostly experience she would tell you to ask her brother Ed because she was afraid of the supernatural.

Getting back to the connection between twins, Ed Warren is not a psychic person so for him to experience things with his deceased twin sister is something of a personal nature.  While Babe was in her home nearing the end she experienced seeing apparitions of deceased family members.  She would see her mother and several other relatives.  I would ask her Mom, who is here in the room with you now?  She would tell me who was with her, then I would tease her and say, “Ask them how it is over there”.  She would tell me that they would not say anything to her, they would just smile at her.  Then I would say to her, How will I know what it’s like over there, when you cross over, you will have to come back and tell me.  My mother would get a serious look on her face, and wouldn’t respond.

One day when I was teasing her about this, she looked at me, and said, I’ll tell you what, I’ll come back and tell my brother that everything is okay over there.  I laughed and said Okay mom, you do that.  Several months later she passed away.  After her passing, I was visiting with Ed and he came over and said to me, I had a dream about my sister.  I don’t know if this is for you or your father but she said everything is okay over there.  At that time I remembered the remark she had made.  At that point, every emotion inside of me went cold.  I turned around and left the room.  My emotions haven’t been that wild since the day she died.

A short time after that I was with Ed and he was telling me of the dream he had of his sister in a beautiful forest.  In the forest he saw a lot of big trees and a waterfall with her by it, and he said, John there were all kinds of beautiful flowers and all kinds of colors, pastels.  I asked Ed, What color stood out to you Ed?  Why do you want to know that John? asked Ed.  Just curious I said.  I think it was blue, some red and pinks.  Stunned, I said, Ed, blue was Babe’s favorite color.  Ed asked me, Why such an intense look on your face?  I know I never told you or anyone else, of a little remark your sister said to me, in regards to coming back, to let us know everything was okay. Ed and I looked at each other and said, I guess now we know she is okay where she is. And I said I’m glad she is in such a beautiful place.

I thought this story would be a nice tribute to the twins, and to know that it is true, you can communicate in different ways, from beyond the grave.  September marks the birth of Ed and Babe, and unfortunately, the passing of Babe.  Ed passed away Thursday, August 24 2006.

The Human Aura – Psychic Ability

By Lorraine Warren

The human aura is the supernatural glow, which emanates from every living thing.  Humans have an aura.  So do animals.  Your pet dog or cat emanates an aura.  Although most people can’t see the aura, it exists nonetheless.  Have you ever seen a religious photograph, which showed a glow surrounding the figure? This is what the human aura looks like, only there are a variety of colors (blues, reds, greens, yellows, etc.) generated from the aura, unlike the golden only aura usually shown around Jesus Christ for instance.

As a psychic, clairvoyant, and light trance medium I have been endowed with special gifts, among them the ability to “see” a person’s aura.  Each aura is unique to that particular person, much like a fingerprint.  The aura also changes quite frequently, depending on the person.  For instance, if a person is excited or depressed, or sick or angry, etc., the aura changes.  The colors may change either slightly or greatly, and the intensity may increase or decrease.  What I mean by intensity is the way the colors spike out from the body, sort of like fireworks.  Some may spike out just a little, while others may shoot out very high.  To the trained psychic’s eye this can be used to interpret certain emotional factors about the person.  For instance I know (generally speaking) that a high intensity red hue may indicate a person is highly excited or even angry, whereas an even (non spiking) blue hue may indicate serenity and calmness.

As a psychic I am able to factor in what I see from one’s aura as kind of an aid to the psychic impressions I receive from an individual.  (Example: My first psychic impression of an individual may be that they are highly excitable or angry in nature; the condition of their aura would be an added confirmation).  People often ask me to explain my psychic ability.  They will ask things like, ” How do you discern things about people?” or ” Can I do it?” or ” Am I psychic?” or ” How do you know if a house is haunted?”  Perhaps my favorite question is: ” Do you REALLY believe there is such a thing as ghosts?” That one really insults me let me tell you.

I wouldn’t have been in this type of work for over fifty years if I hadn’t believed in ghosts! But to respond to the original questions, I really DON’T KNOW HOW I discern certain things.  It’s a part of myself that I can’t explain.  It’s almost as if that part of me (the psychic part) is an entirely different person.  ” Can I do it?” Well I don’t know if everyone can do it but I do know that we all possess a certain innate amount of psychic ability.  It’s like that saying, ” Use it or lose it “.  If you don’t have reason to use that psychic ability or are just not in tune with it, it probably won’t develop very much.  Remember I’ve been in literally thousands of haunted homes and locations.

What psychic ability I had just seemed to develop naturally, almost through osmosis I guess you could say.  By being around it so much.  I guess it’s the same as someone who goes to a foreign country for a long period of time.  They pick up the language just by being around it so much.  It just seems to come naturally.  How does a person know if he or she has a greater than normal psychic ability? I guess the best analogy I can use is this; when you are in love with someone, you know it, no one has to tell you, right? Well it’s the same with psychic ability.  If you have it, you just know it.  No one has to tell you.

I hope this little article on human ” Auras” and ” psychic” ability was enlightening for you.  (No pun intended).  From time to time I will be offering more insights into this and other areas of the supernatural and preternatural world.  Until then, happy ghost hunting!

St. Michael the Archangel

St Michael St. Michael the ArchangelThe familiar picture of St. Michael the Archangel, with sword in hand, vanquishing Satan is inspired by the book of Revelation.  A great war shakes the heavens. “Michael and his angels fought the dragon.  The dragon and his angels fought back, but they were defeated.” (Rev 12, 7-8) Michael, the Archangel, is God’s commander in battle, the powerful messenger of His truth, who fights against evil and its deceptions.  He is a symbol of God’s victory over the forces of darkness; a pledge that God and the forces of good will prevail no matter how hard the struggle.  And so, over the centuries, St. Michael has been chosen by soldiers and armies, by cities and places as their strong patron.  He is invoked by those who must fight hard against powerful forces of evil, even at the cost of life.

Those engaged in law enforcement, those who must combat crime and strongly entrenched networks of evil, call upon St. Michael.  St. Michael is also called upon at the time of death, when one must struggle against fear and darkness.  Like the angel who came to strengthen Jesus in the garden of Gethsemane, St. Michael is a patron to call when death draws near.

Christians have always recognized that life is a battle against evil in many forms.  Powerful forces we can hardly describe go about the world intent on destroying all that is good.  They can appear overwhelming and cause great fear.

Yet, a force more powerful than all the combined forces of evil protects us.  By God’s grace, the power of Jesus Christ is ours.  And his angels are the army that wins the battle.

Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle; protect us against the deceit and wickedness of the devil.  May God rebuke him we humbly pray.  And you, O prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God banish into hell Satan and all of the evil spirits who roam through the world seeking the ruin of souls.