Newsletter - Dec 8, 1997

The Poltergeist Machine P1

Part 1 of 2

Poltergeist effects may be as much the result of electromagnetic anomalies as the workings of mischievous discarnate spirits, as inventor John Hutchison has been able to demonstrate in his laboratory.

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Extracted from NEXUS Magazine, Volume 4, #1 (Dec '96 - Jan 1997)

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I have always been impressed by the Statement of Purpose published in each and every issue of NEXUS, to make available 'hidden knowledge', otherwise known as 'gnosis', in order to assist people cope with the changes that the planet is going through. Whilst the paranormal may not have the serious consequences for people as war or environmental concerns, it would be difficult to state with any confidence that psychic phenomena and the UFO issue have not engaged public attention on a grand scale. The reasons for this boom are obscure, except that it could be said that people are looking for something that makes their lives meaningful.

As for myself, I have been an investigator of anomalies for almost 16 years and have certainly found a rich source of fascinating material - and, recently, an inventor who has helped me make sense of one of the prime mysteries of our time: poltergeists.

It is the amazing discoveries of this man, one John Hutchison, from British Columbia, Canada, that I would like to share with you here.

POLTERGEIST ACTIVITY

The general public has been treated to big-budget, special-effects movies on poltergeist activity and has been led to regard it as consisting of spectacular phenomena involving spirits from other dimensions who enter our domestic world and wreak havoc. I suspect that few film-goers realize that there is a reality behind this movie mythology, where furniture does move, objects do levitate and sail round the room, fires do start behind locked doors and in impossibly enclosed places, water does mysteriously vanish, objects do appear to arrive from nowhere and seem to vanish just as strangely, iron bars are found twisted and broken, and mirrors shattered.

Probably most bemusing, however, are the effects on electronic devices and electrical equipment, causing them to perform strange feats. Television sets switch themselves on and off, repeated telephone connections are made which engineers consider 'impossible', and computers show programs that have not been installed by anyone or information that is inaccessible through normal use. What causes these weird and unnerving effects, and what do they have to do with an inventor in Canada?

AN INVESTIGATION

Cases come my way through contact with people who know of my interest in anomalies (I have had three books published), and each case brings its own surprises. I was certainly not ready for the situation I met when I arrived at the 'haunted' home of a middle-aged couple in Welyn Garden City in Hertfordshire, UK. I use a small tape recorder for interviews, and as we settled down in their comfortable lounge I was startled by the noise of a loud crack which seemed to come from the wall opposite me. Neither Jane nor David, as I shall call them, reacted with any degree of surprise. "That happens all the time," they told me casually. Somewhat distracted, I fiddled with my tape recorder, setting it down on the low table before me, beside a cup of coffee. Apparently, unexplained noises were commonplace in this household, including some heavy, plodding footsteps along an upper passage during the small hours of the morning.

Jane and David then regaled me with accounts of light bulbs which constantly popped, a video recorder which refused to work on some days, vases of flowers that sailed into the air before dashing themselves on the carpet, matches which caught fire spontaneously inside their box inside a drawer, water taps which turned themselves on and off, the doorbell which chimed as they stood at the open door with nobody pressing the button, dressing-table mirrors which cracked increasingly almost every night, a stone statue on the patio which caught fire and explosively lost its arms, legs and head (all of which were found several yards away down the garden), and most disturbing, considering the amounts of energy involved, a large heavy hardwood table which overturned itself overnight on a regular basis (about twice a week).

Barely taking all this in, but knowing that I had it all on tape, I reached for the coffee in front of me on the table - but it was swirling around in the cup like a mini-whirlpool. I looked at Jane and David who just shrugged in unison. The whirlpool effect stopped suddenly, but I had lost interest in drinking my coffee.

Readers in the UK, USA and Australia who have read my books may realize that I am no longer puzzled as to the causes of such phenomena, as I feel sure, after 16 years, that I know what they are.

One of the instruments that I always take on any investigation is a field meter which measures the levels of electromagnetic pollution at a location. Jane and David allowed me to wander around their home with the meter, and it soon became clear to me as I went from room to room that the place was subject to sudden and powerful power surges. I could have foreseen this, even if I had not developed the electromagnetic pollution approach (for which I am known) for the understanding of anomalies, as there was a 40-foot-tall radio mast, for transmitting line-of-sight microwave signals, erected just five feet away from the outside wall. Apparently, as the planning and safety authorities do not regard sitting power lines over residential properties as hazardous to health, a microwave tower is thought of as nothing to be concerned about.

Jane and David's health problems were typical of people who have spent a prolonged period close to a source of electromagnetic fields. Their problems included masked food allergies, chemical sensitivities, electrical hypersensitivity, and photophobia (hypersensitivity to light) which forced both of them to wear tinted spectacles. Their condition was not helped by their having been radio hams for several years; this only added to their exposure levels.

The readings in several rooms exceeded 100 milligauss per meter as a magnetic field density; between 25 to 35 kilovolts electric field; and over 0.5 milliwatts per square centimeter intermittently in the RF scale. None of the fields was constant, but they would suddenly surge through the house.

Even before I had taken any readings, I was aware of the typical signs and symptoms that I feel when exposed to a strong field source. I felt a tingling sensation on the backs of my hands, the hairs on my arms stood out, and throughout my visit I battled with a thunderous headache which came on seconds after entering the house and lifted 10 minutes or so after leaving it. I have not found one case of 'poltergeist' activity which did not happen in an electromagnetic hot-spot.

It was a deep-in-thought investigator who took the train home to London, and I could not resist listening to the recording I had made. However, not really to my surprise, the tape was blank. Instead, I thought of the implications of these weird field effects and realised that to anyone with a layman's knowledge of electromagnetic fields they must appear as an extremely unlikely energy source to produce the movement of objects and materials that did not have ferrous content (i.e., ceramics, water, stone, concrete and wood). Anyone who has experimented with magnets soon finds out that only iron is affected. It was little wonder that psychokinesis or PK was thought to be involved, but I regarded this as a distinctly different process from apparent poltergeist activity.

ANALYSIS OF 'POLTERGEIST' PHENOMENA

From a scientific point of view, how could all of the strange effects reported by Jane and David be understood? Let us take them one at a time:

1. Light bulbs constantly 'pop'.

A power surge will supply power to a circuit through the atmosphere and through the glass of a bulb, subjecting the tungsten filament to increased levels of electricity. These repeated 'boosts' to a filament will create a small movement each time, especially when the filament is hot and more flexible when the bulb is on. It will not be long before this repeated movement induces metal fatigue, and soon, when the light is switched on, the filament will break with that familiar 'ping'.

2. The video machine malfunctions on some occasions but works on others.

A magnetic field can affect the electronic circuitry, causing it to malfunction by inducing what are known as magnetostrictive effects. That is to say, a magnetic field will cause the microscopic ferrite components to deform so that critical contacts are lost - in turn, inducing the circuitry to fail. When the field drops, the ferrite components resume their normal dimensions, contacts are regained and the circuitry functions normally.

3. Loud snapping 'clicks' and heavy, plodding footsteps are heard.

When iron or steel is magnetized by a field which then abruptly drops, an auditory sound wave is produced by a mechanism called magnetostrictive acoustics, also known as the Page Effect. Deep-sounding 'thuds' or high-pitched 'cracks' will be heard depending on the thickness and length of the metal and how it is held in place in a building. For example, thick metal girders embedded along a floor will produce a series of progressive 'thuds' as the field moves along them, giving the impression of footsteps, whereas a thin iron conduit carrying wiring embedded in a wall will produce a sharp 'snap'.

So far, these phenomena can be understood by identifying them in the Handbook of Magnetic Phenomena by Harry E. Burke.1 The fires inside matchboxes which are inside drawers could certainly be ignited by the thermal effects of microwaves, and I have personally seen flash-bulbs blown at a distance by the diathermy effect induced by a microwave field. The chiming doorbells could easily be induced by power surges activating the circuitry, just as car alarms can be set off in this way. One would not have thought that taps could be turned by magnetic fields because of the levels of mechanical force needed, but it was pointed out to me that a whole range of seemingly mysterious events, including doors locking, windows flying open and taps turning, can be typical indicators of imminent Earth tremors. Such reports are collected by seismologists and are known as "diagnostics". These revelations have shown me that not everything can be understood from a commonsense, everyday logic point of view and that 'hidden knowledge' can be found through a disciplined tradition of repeated mental exercises, commonly known as education!

However, as we work our way down the list of 'poltergeist' phenomena, it becomes clear that there is a point where the laws of physics cannot help us and we venture into the realms of the unknown, the unclassified and the purely experimental. How do objects, some of them quite heavy, levitate when they are not made of iron or have any iron content? (The heavy table must have moved for it to have overturned.) How does stone and/or concrete shatter and/or catch fire? How does mirror-glass crack? And how did electromagnetic fields make my coffee turn into a mini-whirlpool before my eyes? I had a problem. I knew that poltergeist activity took place in electromagnetic hot-spots, but what were the physical mechanisms involved in generating these effects?

THE POLTERGEIST MACHINE

This is where the experimental findings of John Hutchison, the electromagnetics pioneer in British Columbia, Canada, enter our arena of understanding - up to a point, that is. For what he has fortuitously discovered shows without a doubt that poltergeist activity is electromagnetic in nature. His research opens doors which lead to more questions than answers.

So what is it that Hutchison found that made the national television news in three different countries (the USA, Japan and Canada)?

Basically, what Hutchison did was cram into a single room a variety of devices which emit electromagnetic fields (such as Tesla coils, van de Graaff generators, RF transmitters, signal generators, etc.). He found that after they had been running for a while, effects began to occur that were identical to what have come to be regarded as poltergeist phenomena. Objects of any material levitated into the air and hovered there, or moved about and then fell; fires started in unlikely places around the building; a mirror smashed at a distance of 80 feet away; metal distorted and broke; water spontaneously swirled in containers; lights appeared in the air and then vanished; metal became white-hot but did not burn any surrounding materials; and so on.

Everything that psychical researchers have been documenting for decades as poltergeist activity - and that priests have been called in to exorcise - eventually turned up in the laboratory where John Hutchison's device operated. Although it was made up of different parts, it operated as a single entity, and phenomena occurred in the same unpredictable way as reported poltergeists: you could be there for days and nothing would happen, then suddenly coins would flip and fly, water would swirl and a transformer would blow. And this brings me to an unfortunate aspect of the device: it has a tendency to destroy itself. It is worth recalling at this point that psychical researchers have in fact dubbed poltergeist activity as "destructive haunting".

Therefore, I was vindicated in that it was clear that classical poltergeist phenomena are generated by EM field effects - but how? These were not conventional magnetic phenomena or those of ordinary static electricity which can disturb non-ferrous materials. And there were other unusual aspects that had to be taken into account: the effects that occurred were all at low power and at a distance.

On one video recording a 19-pound bronze cylinder is seen to rise majestically into the air, at a distance of 80 feet from the center of the device, but, incredibly, Hutchison tells us:

"The source power was 110 volts AC. One side of the AC line had a power factor capacitor (60 cycles, 250 volts) and a 100-amp current limiter."

On another occasion, when Hutchison's layout of apparatus and equipment was reproduced by an electrical engineering company interested in this device, he explained:

"All components are powered from a single 15-amp, 110-volt, 60-Hz supply."

ELECTROMAGNETIC POWER TO THE PEOPLE

Before we examine aspects of Hutchison's device in more detail, let us remember that the aim of this article is to assist people around the world adapt to an accelerating transformation. As we can see from the recent increase in interest in the paranormal, understanding the implications of poltergeist phenomena would certainly qualify as a valuable goal.

Until now, the general public has been led to think of poltergeists as spectacular fiction, and, for many decades, status quo psychical researchers have done little better by regarding this phenomenon as the activity of spirits of the dead or intelligences from the astral plane. At this stage of my career as an investigator of the paranormal, and at this stage in our developing awareness, which is an integral part of the generalized transformation, people are hungry for answers. They have had enough of regarding strange phenomena as permanent mysteries and want to move forward. We are at the crossroads. We can continue along the road where mysteries remain unknown and are kept as such by the traditional psychical research establishments (I cannot name them for fear of litigation), or we can seriously examine fresh alternatives which begin new directions that give some real hope for answers and understanding.

Many people in the UK and USA already know of my environmental causation approach to the paranormal and anomalies in general, by the movement I have launched in my books. If I were to encapsulate my case in a single general statement, I would say this: that in the understanding of the paranormal, electromagnetics are as fundamental as genetics are to biology. However, as we will now see in the exploration of the Hutchison device, this certainly does not mean that if we identify poltergeists as electromagnetic in nature, we can all pack up and go home, mystery solved. In fact, the situation is the reverse as we can now enter realms of real scientific possibilities, although they do begin to sound like science fiction! That is to say, some very strange doors begin to open...

For example, part of the Hutchison effect literally rips half-inch-square steel bars apart and actually shreds the shattered ends (all at low power and at a distance, remember). Tremendous energies come from somewhere, and in his experiments with the disruption of metal masses in the laboratory, Hutchison has developed his own ideas. He wonders if somehow the fabric of space-time is actually breached. As he puts it:

"The idea is to excite the surface skin of the masses and their atoms to create an unstable space-time situation. This might allow the fields from the Tesla coils and RF-generation equipment to lock up in a local space-time situation. My thought is that now a small amount of energy is released from the vast reservoir in space-time at the sub-atomic level to create a disruptive or movement effect."

Suddenly we are considering the atomic physics of poltergeist activity! There are few things more exciting than to realize connections between areas that were previously thought to be entirely unconnected. We could eventually move on and devise experiments to test the limits of poltergeist activity - then, the floodgates are open! We are moving through strange landscapes that everyone had previously thought of as only vague possibilities.

Modern psychical researchers who regard themselves as insightful and progressive now say, "You know, in the future, what we now think of as the paranormal will be commonplace, and not only understood but actually used in our everyday lives; for example, to dematerialize objects in one location and rematerialize them in another." But this "future" has to begin somewhere, and it would appear that the application of electromagnetics to poltergeist activity is in fact this early beginning.

However, it is ironic that this discovery was not originated in state-of-the-art government physics laboratories by a highly qualified and experienced scientist, but by someone who is the classic individual experimenter and self-made physicist. John Hutchison began his personalized journey through electromagnetics at an early age and, by accident, discovered the unusual effects described. But let us continue by considering in more detail the phenomena his device can generate.

END OF PART 1

PART 2 Newsletter Dec. 15, 1997

See Part 2 here

The Amytiville Horror

Vince is Pagan1@pagan1.demon.co.uk IRQ = 4560434

Just to keep up to date... my research on Amityville is as follows..

Actor James Brolin is certain there was an evil jinx on the film The Amytiville Horror', in which he starred. He played surveyor George Lutz who, with his family was driven from his home by a terrifying series of demonic happenings. The film was based on the best-selling book by Jay Anson, to whom the Lutz family told their nightmare story.

Brolin said: "On the first day of filming I stepped into the elevator in my apartment block and pressed the button for the lobby floor. Before we'd gone three floors it shuddered to a grinding, screeching halt, the lights flickered and I was plunged into frightening darkness. I screamed for help but nobody could hear me.

"It was an eerie, frightening experience. You imagine all sorts of hair-raising things in the silent darkness. My pleas bounced back like an echo. Those 30 minutes seemed an eternity".

The jinx hit again the next morning. "I'd been on the set less than one minute when I tripped over a cable and severely wrenched my ankle," said Brolin. "I hobbled around in pain for days."

The film recorded the horrifying events experienced by George and Kathleen Lutz and their three children after they moved to Long Island, New York to a house which had been the scene of a multiple murder in 1974. Ronald Defoe, 23-year-old son of a wealthy car dealer, had drugged his parents, brothers and sisters at supper and at 3.15 am, he stalked from room to room shooting each victim in the back with a rifle.

He claimed in court that "voices" had ordered him to commit the crime. Defoe was sentenced to six consecutive life sentences.

For the Lutzes, the house's macabre history gave them the chance to buy a dream home at the bargain price of $80,000. Seen in the bright light of day, it was a beautiful, three-storied colonial-style residence, set on a well-kept lawn which sloped gently down to the bay, and its own boathouse. In the small, middle-class community of Amityville it was a showplace.

Soon after the family moved in they asked the local priest, Father Mancuso (played in the him by Rod Steiger) to bless the house. Author Anson wrote: "The priest entered the house to begin his ritual. When he flicked the first holy water and uttered the words that accompany the gesture, Father Mancuso heard a masculine voice say with terrible clarity, 'Get out!'

"He looked up in shock, but be was alone in the room. Who or whatever had spoken was nowhere to be seen".

For the first two nights in their new home, the Lutzes were awakened by strange noises at 3.15 am. But the real horror began on the third night.

As usual George Lutz checked that all doors and windows were locked before going to bed. The noises roused him again at 3.15, and this time he went downstairs to investigate.

He could not believe what he saw. The heavy, solid-wood front door had been wrenched open and was hanging by one hinge. With mounting terror he realized it had been forced from inside the house. The thick steel doorknob spindle was twisted, and the surrounding metal plate had been forced outwards.

>From then on, the house seemed to have an evil life of its own. Windows opened and closed at will and a banister was wrenched from the staircase.

Two weeks later after the front-door incident. George woke in the night to find his wife Kathleen floating above the bed. George pulled Kathleen down by her hair and switched on the light. He was looking not at his attractive young wife, but at a hideous vision.

Kathleen caught a glimpse of her reflection in a mirror and screamed: "That's not me. It can't be me.'" Her appearance changed slowly back to normal over the next six hours.

A few nights later Kathleen was in the sitting room with George when she looked up and saw two glowing red eyes at the darkened window. She and George hurried outside and found strange tracks in the snow. Kathleen told Anson: "The prints had been left by cloven hooves - like those of an enormous pig."

After only 28 days the Lutzes fled the dream house that had become a nightmare. As they hurriedly gathered a few belongings, amid a series of unearthly noises, green slime oozed from the walls and ceiling and a sticky black substance dripped from the keyholes.

Because of the curse, the film men dared not use the actual house. They found an almost identical building in New Jersey. They knew only too well of the frightening things that had happened to people connected with the story.

A photographer went to take pictures of Anson immediately after photographing the Amityville house While he was in the author's home, his car caught fire and billowed orange smoke as it stood empty with the engine switched off!

Anson himself told of terrifying events linked with his book. He said: "A woman to whom I loaned some early chapters took the manuscript home. She and two of her children were suffocated in a fire that night. The only item in the apartment that was not damaged by the fire was the manuscript.

"Another man put the manuscript in the trunk of his car and attempted to drive home. He drove through what he thought was a puddle. It turned out to be a 12-foot-deep hole into which his car slid. When the car was fished out the next day, the only dry object in it was the manuscript.

"And when my editor picked up the completed manuscript at my office his car caught fire and he discovered that all the bolts on his engine had been loosened."

Anson himself suffered a heart attack, and his son and friend were nearly killed in a car smash.

The Lutzes are today alive and well in California, and planning another book about their experiences. Their Long Island house of horrors is now owned by James and Barbara Cromarty. They say the place is not haunted.

Whatever the truth, the movie The Amityville Horror, will remain a chillingly realistic record of paranormal events.

Director, Stuart Rosenberg says that he would not have taken on the project if it was just another horror film. He insists, "My first reaction was that it wouldn't be my cup of tea. But I read Jay Anson's book - and it had the ring of truth about it."

I would appreciate details on the Lutzes retraction, also on Brolins comments and Jay's not to mention Stuart Rosenbergs comments...

I do not say that they have not retracted.. merely ask where this retraction might be found, and is it a dependable source or just some skeptic's say so?

The Stone-Throwing Spook of Little Dixie

They showed me some copies of symbols the poltergeist had allegedly drawn. One was the astronomical sign for Saturn. Something like an electro-magnetic breeze brushed by my shins. I was ready to leave.

"He gets more active at night," Twyla said. "Can't you stay till this evening?

No, you look pale already, maybe you'd better go."

Pale indeed. I was ready to leave. Driving away, I reflected that the McWethys were very good people. I could see why a ghost would pick them. It told them, they said, that it learned to talk by watching television with them...

When I asked Mrs. McWethy why she thought it picked them out, she told me: "It said it's `cause we stay up late at night." I found that comment interesting; it reminded me of something that Eileen Garrett, the famous Irish medium, once said: that for a ghost to manifest, the family in the house has to create a nest for it..." --"The Stone-Throwing Spook of Little Dixie"

http://testament.org/testament/forteantimes.html

Visit To A Haunted Cemetery

Date: Tuesday, 25-Nov-97 04:17 PM

From: Way Of The Ray \ Internet: (wayray@ix.netcom.com)

Subject: Visit To A Haunted Cemetery

"One of the more frightening ghost spottings Robinson lists in his second book is the haunting of Rehoboth's Village Cemetery. On at least three separate occasions, Robinson wrote, witnesses saw a vision of an old man in 19th-century clothing, with black and hollow eyes, floating with a bizarre liquid movement among the gravestones. Some were so frightened by the sightings, Robinson said, they've yet to return to the cemetery, despite wanting to visit loved ones buried there.

"A woman reported seeing the old man alternately sobbing and laughing maniacally; she assumed he was a distraught mourner at first. When she approached him, he burst out laughing and swore at her. As she ran away, he followed, laughing and yelling 'Catherine, Catherine, you (expletive)!' As the woman (whose name was not Catherine) hurriedly drove away, she noticed the old man leaning over and beating a young woman lying before him on the ground. Moments later, both figures vanished."

(Boston Globe - 10/26/97; pp. D20, D21)

DIARY OF MY VISIT

November 23, I997

6:30 a.m.: Leave house to Village Cemetery, Rehoboth. It's raining, it's drizzling. It's typical New England fall weather. What a pisser it is! I'm the wreck of the Hesperus man this morning - ohhh, my breath is reeking.

6:32: It's raining, it's pouring. God's wiggling his mighty celestial penis. He just finished taking a whizz, and were receiving the after-effects.

6:33: I've got my friendly day-pack with me; I've got my friendly holy water; my sage; map of Rehoboth; I'm a traveling man.

6:34: I've taken the wrong road! I'm spending so much time, talking into my recorder, that I took the wrong exit. Real bright Ray! I'd love to pull a U-turn, but it's a state highway, and they tend to frown upon that.

6:35: God, you talk about a gloomy day - This takes the cake; and the rain is increasing. Everything just blends in - in some grungy cacophony.

6:40: Sunday morning, and the radio's some vast sonic wasteland: (singing): "Teenage Wasteland."

6:47: I'm on the right road finally. The various donut shops are doing a fine business. Ahhh Dunkin Donut groupies - The crueler fiends: they are all about.

6:50 My yawns are so expansive, you can see my tonsils.

6:55 Things are so bad, I'm actually singing those cheesy songs from the 70's: "Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting: Chchchoo; They were fast as lightning: Chchchoo..."

7:00 I'm finally rolling into Rehoboth. There's trees, and more trees; and some swamps; and boulders on top of hills; and boulders down on the hillside. It's the Boonies all right.

7:05 The Rehoboth town clerk didn't lie to me; I found the cemetery, where she said it would be.

7:10 The cemetery is a piece of work. It's a terraced-thing; quite large; boy I thought this would be a small dinky place; a little hovel in the woods!

7:11 Holy cow, I'm driving around the cemetery grounds; and boy this is a big place. Plenty of room for twenty or thirty ghosts.

7:14 This place is crawling with obelisks; there must be hundreds of them here. Damn, there's a lot of gravestones here, you can spend a couple of hours just walking among the graves.

7:15 - I'm parking the car, at the end of a long gravel path. (Door

8:25 opened and shut - I'm out of the car; walking around the cemetery) Boy I'm cold, it's drizzling and it's cold; and I've taken my holy water out of my day pack, and put it in my pants' pocket. In case, I contact any unruly spirits. Ahhh, how to describe this place: Well we've got your basic deciduous-conifer forest; boy this place is a lot chillier than where I came from. It's lovely though. Holy Cow! Off to my left are these box like Mausoleums. There's five of them; (tapping on them) they sound hollow. Basic concrete; wonder what they're there for?

Boy this place is cold; I know I keep repeating that, but I've got my winter coat on, and I'm freezing. A really chilly atmosphere, and um, I don't see anyone, which is a disappointment, because if there's anyone here, it's a ghost. I've got my camera in my hand; I'm ready for him (the maniacal ghost), if he shows up. I'm heading towards the southeast, which is the new section of the cemetery; and they have room to expand. This place must be built over a swamp, because damn it's cold. No ghost so far; all I can hear are my footsteps. Oh wow! And on a gravestone named McCalukey (sp?), (laughing), a ceramic collie dog; I touched it: hopefully no curses; (laughing), Chained To The Gravestone, (more laughing); now that's funny! It's chained to the gravestone, by a large metal chain.

Ahh, ooo, I hope I brought some Kleenex, my nose is running; damn it, I forgot to bring Kleenex. (Kleenex found in car, cemetery exploration resumed). Looking off to the southwest; forested area; you know; I was kind of hoping there be some eyes in the forest staring at me. Red eyes, staring back at me, that always makes for a cool story! But no, not really.

Right now, I'm heading northeast towards the building, where they put the people in, when they can't bury them in the winter. I don't know what they call it... (Going closer towards the building). There's a place here, a faucet, where you can fill up some jugs of water; about six of them here; water all mucky- looking.

Hey, God, a pumpkin! Ginae will be happy. I see pumpkins here, by a gravestone. (Laughing) And little ceramic bunnies! Some one really did a nasty job on one of the pumpkins. Maybe, a woodchuck maybe; lots of them in New England.

(In another section of the cemetery). There's a nice little breeze blowing down on me. Whooo. I keep reaching for my keys, just in case... Nice little birch tree, white... Holy Christ! This place is loaded with crows, and I guess they're a symbol of death; hopefully not mine. But man there cawing. I don't know, what it is, with crows and graveyards? There's a bunch of them

here cawing: "Caw-caw-caw!"; (Walking on) There's another pumpkin all smashed up... Crows watching over the souls of the dead. My blue car, looking forlorn, off in the distance.

This is a cemetery of obelisks: one, two, three, four, five, six... there must be twenty or thirty of them. Despite all its inherent gloominess, its chilliness... Its bone, chilly-chilly; I kind of like this place. It's peaceful. It's hard to believe, there be an obscenity-chanting spirit, chasing the tourists.

(Heading in a northeast direction). I feel that there is something here; I keep expecting it to be on the other side of me. But I haven't felt anything yet; but there may be somebody here. Damn it, I wish I would brought some gloves...I am the aimless traveler walking about, from north to south; east to west; hoping to run into the angry spirit, or the little boy ghost that wanders around.

There's actually a mausoleum here, built into the side of a hill, covered by earth, leaves and decay... vines; hopefully not poison ivy, because I'm touching them at the moment. There's a sign, carved into the mausoleum's stone, that says: Property of the town...I829.. I can't make out the words. The entrance of the mausoleum, is blocked off, by concrete blocks, cemented together. It be a hoot, if something started banging on the inside; but I guess today is not going to be my lucky ghost-haunting day.

This seems to be a relatively recent cemetery, because the oldest gravestone, appears to be 1863... Maybe on a sunny, shiny day, when the sun is bathing the earth with energy; maybe that's when the ghost appears... A lot of Captains, seem to be buried in this cemetery; Captain Clark; Captain Rogers... It's hard to make out, what's written on the gravestones. The acid rain we have here, is just eating them away. Limestone, marble, all turned to chalky dust... (Coughing). I know one thing, I'm constantly coughing here, as if possessed by the spirit of someone who had tuberculosis.

Here's something interesting, an old well covered by boards, and a pump. This thing must be hundred-something years old... (Laughing). Here's a gravestone that looks like a giant condom. It does; it does. I don't know... It has a Masonic- like symbol on it; pretty neat... The soil is very acidic here; you can tell. A lot of ground-covering moss, lichens, algae...

There's one gravestone here, I absolutely love; sort of, a rose-colored marble. You have to see it, to imagine it... Yah, it's a rose-colored marble; quartzite maybe... But this is beautiful stuff, wow!

Heading towards the far southwest... There's a path that goes out from the cemetery; so I'm checking it out... I can see my breath, condensation quite apparent... The path ends. It's the dumping grounds for the cemetery. Broken head stones, plastic flowers, trash...

In the main section, once again... An Arbore vitae; that's pretty ironic. A tree of life, in the cemetery of the dead... A nice blue spruce... Heading back to my car... Maybe the ghost will hitch a ride with me... Probably not, ghosts are like cops - They're never around when you want them!

Ray