The Aristocratic Poltergeist Agent: A Hidden Story From Decades Past

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When it comes to poltergeist agents, they come in all shapes, sizes, genders and colors.   Some are tall, some short, some thin, some not-so-thin, some young, some not so young, some male and some female, although females appear to be far more common than males.   But generally speaking, it’s indeed a rare day when they come from parents who were celebrities in their respective fields of work.   Especially from parents who went to great lengths not to disclose the existence of their newborn daughter.  Parent’s whose lives would have been forever tainted and tarnished by the birth of an illegitimate child with paranormal proclivities, as they were married, but not to each other.  The scandal over this would have been horrendous for sure.  It is with this backdrop, that I describe the following case.

The case I am about to discuss, has never been made public before, not in my book, anywhere else on this site, nor in any of my lectures, as there were way too many problematic elements associated with it.  Until recently, I felt somewhat compelled not to discuss any details of this case for fear of legal repercussions against the woman who is the focus this article and myself . 

But as the woman of which I speak has now very likely passed away (more on this later), as have her biological and adoptive parents long ago, some of those concerns are less threatening than they once were.  Yet I still cannot fully divulge who her biological parents were, as they were part of the upper social strata within modern 20th century America that wouldn’t care to be linked the paranormal in any way whatsoever, where the mother was a famous actress within the industry, and the father was associated with one of the best known financial and political families on earth.  Needless to say, they discreetly put their little baby girl up for adoption more than sixty-seven years ago.

This case began in early February of 1976 when a girl named Susan called the old UCLA parapsychology lab in search of answers to the ongoing psychokinetic maelstroms in her home.   If memory serves me correct after almost four decades, it was Dr. Thelma Moss who actually took the call, as Susan called very late in the afternoon or early evening, after I had left for the day.  It wasn’t until the next morning that I found the note left for me by the phone that Susan had called, not having any idea of who Susan was in terms of my past.

At that time, Susan lived with two other girls in a quaint, little, three bedroom house in the North Hollywood region of the San Fernando Valley here in Southern California.  Upon meeting Susan, the diminutive blond looked very familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite place her.  The reason she looked so familiar was that she grew up near my cousins in West Los Angeles, and they kept trying to set us up on dates, which never occurred.  Susan was way too weird and mousey, even for me.   But Susan instantly recognized me, and I was really amazed to see what she grew into.

The passing of time was very good to Susan in most ways, as the more mature woman was far more attractive than the scrawny 16 year-old I knew way back when; a stunning green-eyed blond, who was attractive even if you weren’t attracted to blonds, like myself.   During that new encounter of thirty-nine years ago, I learned that Susan had become quite the histrionic hypochondriac, having little or no emotional coping mechanism, where the smallest amount of  emotional or physical stress knocked her off her feet and into bed, where she complained of various ills that were anything but somatic.  Moreover, she used her morbid depression to manipulate others into getting her way. 

But far and away, the most relevant piece of the puzzle here was that Susan had been diagnosed to suffer from temporal lobe epilepsy, which she learned of while still a teenager, and was therefore unable to hold a California driver’s license.  Wow, like what else is new?   Back in those days of forty years past, no one in their right mind even suggested that there was a causal link between one’s neurophysiology/electro-chemistry and poltergeist activity, while today it appears to be the most common somatic correlate to RSPK.

But even given all of this, there was something really off about her, something that made me keep my distance, knowing full well that her bizarre psyche and personality might raise up its ugly head to create even greater chaos than she was already in.   What immediately follows is a small example of what I’m referring to.

Even when very young, Susan really believed that she was a cauldron stirring, broom-riding witch, who could cast spells and curses through incantations on those who did her wrong, conjure love potions for those she found to be emotionally appealing, or to summon the minions of the devil himself to help her seek revenge.   The only craft she learned over time, was the one that started with name “witch”, if you get my drift.   To me, even as a teenager, such bizarre rituals were better left to Roger Corman horror movies than in my reality.  To me, Susan was indeed “a couple fries short of a happy meal”.

So when Susan reminded me of who she was, I was not totally shocked to learn that she had already been twice married and divorced by the time she was 28 years old.  But given that I knew how unusual she was, that didn’t come as any real surprise to me.   But what I didn’t expect was how Susan transitioned from heterosexual orientation to homosexual, where only women now caught and held her eye, heart and mind.

The result of all this was the three women living in a love stew if you will, where they shunned men in favor of each other, but there was a strong sense of competition between the other women for Susan’s attention, as she stood out like a sore thumb around the taller, slightly older and darker-haired women. 

There were strong feelings of envy here, as Susan was far more attractive in every way than the other women living with her were.  They weren’t ugly in any sense of the word, but compared to Susan’s level of beauty, they were anything but eye-catching.  Making her even more appealing to them was the fact that Susan had never been medically diagnosed as having any serious psychiatric disorder (other than being a histrionic hypochondriac, or what would be labeled today as Histrionic Personality Disorder [HPD]), but she wasn’t formally diagnosed with such, it was in plain sight for everyone to see), while the other two had.  In fact, one of them was diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic and they both had what’s now referred to as Intermittent Explosive Disorder.  Although Susan knew that she was epileptic, we did not know if she informed her roommates of her disability, and even if she had done so, we never questioned anyone regarding such matters so long ago.

But making matters even more problematic is that the other two women living with Susan had to be regularly medicated and tranquilized, as they’d both been diagnosed as bipolar, once called manic-depression, and without such medication, they turned extremely irritable and violent.  I dared not even ask how Susan came to meet and hook up with these most unusual ladies, who had also claimed to have had long histories of paranormal encounters similar to what was currently going on around them, while Susan had precognitive and clairvoyant experiences with occasional RSPK outbreaks.  But as the other two women were far less open to questions about their past than Susan was, there isn’t much more detail to add about them here.

The reason Susan had called the lab was because of the growing number of poltergeist type events transpiring around her and her two lovers.   Everything from blood dripping from the shower head in Susan’s bathroom and the fireplace in the living room, soap being thrown at the other two girls, books repeatedly and singularly flying off shelves, shoes being thrown at them, feeling as if someone was patting on their buttocks, crotch and breasts, to Susan’s guitar being violently torn from her grasp as she played it and then gently lowered onto the floor.  Doors were opened and then violently slammed shut on their own, and various faucets in the house kept turning themselves on, along with toilets flushing themselves, disembodied footsteps and the sound of keys jangling together.  There were also numerous occasions where strange, luminous fogs that were visually observed and actually photographed (unfortunately, these photos cannot be displayed here for fear of placing the two other women in jeopardy).  Yet all of this is really quite common as far as poltergeist outbreaks were concerned.

And as it turned out, according to Susan, the last owner/tenant, also a female, had experienced similar phenomena while living there for seven years.  If there only had been the small, portable instruments that we use today, as I’d be willing to bet there was either geomagnetic or electromagnetic anomalies associated with that property that triggered such recurring psychokinetic events.  But unfortunately, they wouldn’t exist for several more decades.

For the most part, these events generally seemed to be centered around Susan, though the other girls were clearly having their own encounters as

Susan from 12/25/75
Susan from 12/25/75

well.  These events became so common that they were accepted as normal, except when they took on visual luminous anomalies that appeared in numerous photos taken within the house.  At the entrance to the hallway connecting the bedrooms a glowing mist was seen, a large, luminous “claw” in front of where Susan and one her roommates were opening Christmas presents, to a horrific photonic noose that appeared over the head of one of the others girls while she opened her Christmas present, it just kept occurring.

The photo at left is the only known remaining photo of Susan (no enhancement as been done on this image as of yet).  Take note of the luminous anomaly in front of her as she was opening her Christmas gifts.  These most interesting images were not seen, only photographed by a 35 mm. camera.

Given all the attention Susan was now getting from me and my colleagues, the other two women felt that they were ignored and left out of everything, especially when Susan and I finally became closer friends.  Predictably, this served to demonstrably change the nature of the psychokinetic events.

Susan began attending my psi development group at UCLA (see “Learned Psi: Training To Be Psychic”, elsewhere on this site), but as she felt very uncomfortable within the sensory deprived environment of it, she only participated once or two twice.  Susan also accompanied me to several other investigations (Holly Mont case, elsewhere on this site as “The Holly Mont Haunting: As Good As It Gets”) and lectures I gave during that period.  In fact, it was Susan who arranged for me to speak before a group of professional group known as California’s Association of Licensed Investigators  (CALI) (private investigators, P.I’s., not paranormal investigators) in Beverly Hills, as she knew the founder of the organization.  The reason I was asked to speak before them was that Susan told the head of group about the work we had done for various law enforcement agencies over the years looking for missing people and attempting to assist law enforcement in solving open cases.

While it certainly was interesting getting to know Susan in a way I never really did when younger, our spending so much time together started irritating the two woman she lived with, as they became jealous.   In fact, there was a feeble attempt where it appeared as if Susan wanted to start a real relationship with me, but the ongoing sexual tension within her home was far too great for her to endure, as was her smoking for me.  She had been in poor health most of her young life and yet smoked about 3-4 packs of cigarettes a day to boot.  I repeatedly told her that I do not allow smoking in my car, nor would I even date a woman who smoked at all, as I didn’t want that noxious odor anywhere near me.  I also told Susan that I sensed that she had an enlarged heart, and that smoking was perhaps one of the worst things could do to her body.  Susan didn’t seem to believe me or care one way or the other.

The two women living with Susan were becoming more and more uncomfortable at the notion of Susan and I doing anything together, even talking on the phone.  As these emotions built to a critical level, the psychodynamics within the house totally changed in the most negative of ways.  The RSPK events seemed to be now focused only on Susan, but now started taking on a belligerent tone, where her guitar was not only pulled from her grip as it was before, but it now hit the wall with such force that it was shattered in many pieces, and Susan began feeling something painfully scratching her breasts, butt and crotch areas, while flying shoes were now actually striking her as opposed to just being observed from a distance.  The motives behind this change were somewhat obvious, albeit at an subconscious level, and the tensions grew within their home.

During a séance at Susan’s home around this time, some really incredible events occurred.  So strange were they, that even today, I cannot even guess as to how they occurred and what they might have represented.

The first thing was that Susan dropped off into a trance of sorts where her diminutive body starting doing things that didn’t make any sense, not in the mid-1970’s, or now.   One of her hands became so hot that it actually felt like fire when touched.  At the same time, her other hand became so cold, that it too burned, as if made of dry ice, but a burn related to extreme cold versus heat.   What the hell was this?

But wait, there’s more.

As if her body simultaneously demonstrating extremely exothermic and endothermic reactions wasn’t sufficient, came the next level of high strangeness.  Still deep in a trance, water began flowing out of Susan’s nostrils like a high pressure hose was attached to her ears and mouth.  We collected samples of this biological water and it proved to be anything but normal.  In fact, it proved to be pure water, not saline, but fresh water.

Now the problem with this occurrence is that fresh water does not exist within the human body, only saline. 

So where did the water come from?

We may never know.

Then one of the other girl’s dropped into a trance of sorts where she began screaming at the top of her lungs in a non-existent language, that no one’s ever heard before.   So was this more evidence that this other woman was also severely disturbed or was she simply attempting to distract our attention away from Susan?  As she quite stoic otherwise and refrained from responding to our questions when  she came out of it, we’ll never know.

Not long thereafter, Susan and her romantic roommates split up and went their separate ways, where their whereabouts were unknown to me.

Another ten years passed before I again heard from Susan, where she had already been married two more times, divorced once more, and heading in that direction with her new husband as well.  But most importantly for Susan, the poltergeist activity ceased once she and her roommates each went in their own directions.

More years passed and Susan get divorced again, and was then with a new man who would soon become her next husband, which I predicted, even to where they would end up living out-of-state.   After that, there was a very long silence, where Susan once again vanished in the outer realms of reality.

There is then a news blackout from her until the spring of 2008, where Susan again contacted me to inform me saying she had gotten divorced again and was now living in northern California with another friend, but a male one, not a female one, but it as all platonic.  At this point, who cares.

I also learned that my diagnosis of her long ago was very accurate, as her enlarged heart starting failing to the point to where she required a bi-ventricular pacemaker and valve replacement due to the abuse that heavy smoking took upon her small and delicate frame.

This was just after the time when Susan finally discovered who her biological parents were as her real father tracked her down and brought all the legal proof needed to demonstrated who he was and who Susan’s famous mother was, but she had died many years earlier.  She also wondered if this was why she could never stay with one man for a very long time, as her mother was exactly the same.   Who knows?

Susan was in total shock, even though she knew she was adopted, she had no idea as to who gave birth to her and why her parents went to such great lengths to cover it up.  

Susan did her own due diligence and was able to verify and confirm everything her father had told her.

Then Susan abruptly moved again, but to god knows where this time, with no forwarding address or phone number, and given how psychosomatic Susan was even before her health really turned south, the stress associated with this last move might have finished her.

Hopefully not.

Now what makes this case unique, is the rather extraordinary heritage Susan had, which if fully revealed, would send shock waves through certain aristocratic parts of our western culture, which makes one wonder if there is a genetic predisposition to any of these occurrences.  And as the other two women had prior, solitary RSPK incidents in their lives before living with Susan, we must consider the possibility that this whole matter was the result of a confluence occurring in the right place at the right time, where all three of these young ladies were responsible for what occurred some forty years ago. 

Had we only had the high-end, portable, EMF sensors we current use and armed with knowing what questions to ask regarding neurophysiological health aspects, this case might have made history in many ways.

 

Luminous Anomalies: Light Within and Without

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Street light interference, or SLI, is an alleged (yeah, right) anomalous phenomenon where a person seems to turn off (or sometimes on) street lights, or outside building security lights, when passing near them.

Although street lights can turn off by chance, such as high pressure sodium street lights cycling (turning on and off repeatedly) at the end of their life cycle, believers in street light interference tend to claim that it happens to them personally on a regular basis, more frequently than chance would explain. Some propose paranormal explanations for SLI, sometimes based on scientific terminology, such as the explanation that electrical impulses in their brain interfere with the workings of electric lights. Anecdotes about people’s experiences of SLI have been reported by news sources.

SLI has never been demonstrated to occur in a scientific experiment, and those who claim to cause it have been found to be unable to reproduce the effect on demand; they give the explanation that the effect is not within their mental and physical control.[2] Many times they do report, however, that it occurs with specific lamps and not just randomly shutting off street lights or electrical lamps in general.

Hilary Evans and the The SLI Effect

Hilary Evans, an English author who writes about paranormal subjects, coined the word “SLider” to refer to someone who causes this effect, in his book The SLI Effect.[5] In this book on page 15 he explains that a wide variety of street lamp types show

“ the effect is spontaneous and is apparently meaningless; it serves no practical purpose, nor does it seem to provide satisfaction for the individual or in any other way serve some kind of psychological purpose. ”
In the preface of the book Evans says,

“ SLI is an apparent phenomenon, based on claims by many people that they involuntarily, and usually spontaneously, cause street lamps to go out. Generally the effect is intermittent, infrequent and without an immediately discernible sequence of cause and effect. SLI deserves study because it gives the appearance of being an anomalous phenomenon in its own right. That is to say, it appears to be an effect which is not consistent with our current knowledge of how people interact with the physical world, and which occurs in specific circumstances. ”
On page 16 he explains what seems most likely to be happening,

“ Most commentators, confronted with the Street Light Interference phenomenon, look – and rightly – for a straightforward physical explanation. For example, when Robert McMorris of the Omaha World-Herald devoted two or three issues of his regular column to SLI reports in January 1990, he quoted Allen Klostermeyer, manufacturer’s representative for Lighting Specialists Inc., who pointed out that when a sodium (amber) bulb nears the end of its useful life, it may go into an off-and-on sequence:  When one of them starts to “die”, it requires more voltage. This will cause the lamp to go off temporarily;  when it cools down, it will come on again for a while. Eventually it will die completely.

“ This, it was suggested, is sufficient to explain the SLI effect; what happens is that the witness just happens to be passing such a lamp during its death-throes, and is led by the synchronicity to imagine that he is somehow responsible. But as the testimony shows, even if we allow the coincidence in place and time, this effect could account for only a small fraction of the reported cases. For one thing, other types of lamp are involved besides sodium lamps. Then again, only a small number of reports describe anything like an SL going off, then on, then off again. And what about when a witness extinguishes a whole batch of SLs: are we to conclude that the whole batch was purchased together, and so shared the same life-span, and such was the perfection of their manufacture, that they all reached their death-point simultaneously? Yet even if we allow that, there is still the fact that some SLIders extinguish a row of SLs in sequence, each one going out as the witnesses nears it: it is asking too much to suppose that a series of lamps would have been arranged in order of their life-span. ”

As much as the preceding material attempted to discount and discredit the belief that some people can occasionally affect street lights by standing near to them, I can attest right here of recurring personal experiences wherein my immediate proximity to street lights at a particular location consistently caused them abruptly turn off, and that such was not the effect the normal cycling of those types of streetlamps or their imminent failure.

It was the summer of 1985 when my girlfriend and I were living together on Montana Avenue in the Brentwood suburb of West Los Angeles. As the parking in that region is very limited due to overcrowding, it’s sometimes impossible to locate parking close to where one lives if the building only offers one space per apartment, as ours did.

I began noticing a fascinating pattern that emerged in that every time I walked under a certain set of street lamps that I was required to pass under in order to get to our apartment. Like clockwork, I would walk under these particular street lamps and POW, they would go off, only to re-illuminate shortly after I walked a considerable distance away from them. At the time, this was a highly reproducible event, that I repeatedly demonstrated to my girlfriend as well as numerous friends of ours.

In experimenting with this odd occurrence, I had my girlfriend, her friends and my friends repeatedly walk under the relevant street lamps (at different hours of the evening, but always before 1 a.m.), and nothing ever occurred, the lights remained on as they should. Yet every single time I walked under them, they would extinguish themselves. It appeared that I was required to be within less than 25 feet away from the street lights in question in order for this effect to occur (this is horizontal distance, not vertical, as that remained constant as I was always on the sidewalk).

The effect grew so pronounced that even if I drove under the lamps at times, they turned off. This effect continued until the day my girlfriend and I broke up about eighteen months later and I moved out of Brentwood. My intrigue with this phenomenon grew so great that I actually would camp outside during the summer months in order to determine if the streetlamps in question would spontaneously turn off by themselves. They did not. The only time they turned off other than when I was under them was when the sun started to rise and there was sufficient light to turn them off.

So, what was so damn unique about me that caused these street lamps to consistently turn off every time walked under them? I have no idea, but what follows may, in some way, be related to those occurrences.

As the control for these street lamps is by a photo detector that sits atop of each lamp housing, logic and reason suggests that something about certain unique individuals passing in immediate proximity to these street lamps emits a form of energy that is the virtual equivalent of visible light, except that it’s not visible to the human eye.

What follows here might be related to the aforementioned street light interference phenomenon, inasmuch as these extraordinary situations appeared to involve light or radiant energy of one form or another.

It was winter 1978, and my colleague and I were invited to appear on a talk show that was shot locally here in Los Angeles at Television City, located at the southeast corner of Fairfax Ave. and Beverly Blvd.

Although we’d already appeared on numerous shows since we started working together in late 1973, this request was not unique in any respect. But what was about to occur while we were being evaluated by the production company certainly was.

It all began when we were about to have our photo taken while standing next to each other, where my colleague voiced a rather unexpected and unusual comment regarding the fact that I don’t always appear on film when photographed, and that it wasn’t odd to discover luminous anomalies somewhere in photos taken of me or by me throughout my life. It goes without saying, that I was caught off guard by my colleague’s statement, worried that it would make us both look like real nut jobs when the photo turned out normally.

Before I could make a statement about what my colleague had just said, one of the production assistants used her Polaroid SX-70 camera to take our photo. It developed all right, and we were all in for quite a shock, because I was nowhere to be found in the photo, even though I was standing less than a foot to my colleague’s left.

The image of my colleague was quite clear, but in place of mine, there was a blinding white light that completely obliterated my presence in the photo. It was more like someone had replaced me with a 5,000-watt xenon lamp. But if it had been a normal form of bright light, my colleague should have been obscured by it as well, which was not the case.

Today, it’s well known that Polaroid film was very sensitive to magnetic fields, as they easily fog or blur the image. However, if it were as simple as a localized magnetic field, why wasn’t my colleague’s image affected? Why was only my image obliterated by a large, intense field of light?

If it were my young brain emitting a 1,000 microvolts of electromagnetic energy at 10 Hz., (where 30-200 microvolts at 8-20 Hz. is considered normal) as was documented by repeated EEG recordings made in the study that Drs. Thelma Moss and Herbert Eveloff conducted on me at UCLA in 1969-1970 (see another blog on this site entitled, “A Different Kind of Psychic: Being A Medical Intuitive”), that should have only affected the area around my head to blur or overexpose that part of my anatomy, not the entire body, and only if the camera in question was very close to my head (which it never was).

We all stood there and stared at the photo, and given what my colleague had just said about my not being photogenic, the two female production assistants just stood there and stared at me like I was not quite human, which is what my colleague often suggested.

Would the production people surrender the Polaroid photo to us when asked…no, they just wanted us to leave the office immediately. And even if they had given me the anomalous photo, who in their right mind would believe the account I just described? Even if we had that ancient Polaroid SX-70 photo today, people would just assume that the event was staged, where my colleague simply had me take a photo of him with nothing next to him other than a bright source of light. Without witnesses to validate what happened in that office, no one would believe it.  And to be totally honest with you, neither would I, for this level of photogenic problem was even beyond what I had experienced growing up.

If you viewed my family album, you’d discover numerous photos taken of me, or by me, that have luminous anomalies in them. I recall one shot taken of me by my father in November of 1964 within our backyard. There I was looking all of 8 years old (at most), when I was sixteen. But that wasn’t the real oddity here. What stood out was what appeared to be multi-colored balls of light (NOT ORBS) flying around me, both in front and behind.  Neither my father or I observed anything unusual at the time my picture was taken, but there it was, whatever it was, as clear as everything else in the frame.

When I went to have my high-school graduation photo taken, it required me to return to the photographer three different times in order for them to get even one photo that was usable. Most of their shots of me were so out-of-focus or over exposed, that they were useless. Of course, I didn’t even comment to the photographer about what might be occurring with me and my occasional photogenic problem.

When very young, my parents and I took vacations and occasionally the photos taken at such time exhibited anomalies. Some of them were actually taken by me, also have strange, luminous anomalies within them. In fact, about twenty years ago or so, I was taking some photos of my parents and other family members with a camera my father owned. In every shot taken by someone other than me, the images depicted were perfect. But in those few frames that I took of my parents, there were numerous, bright, orange-red luminous anomalies present, in each frame.

I could almost understand if the entire roll of film had been somehow exposed by my holding the camera, but that wasn’t the case. Only the frames that I shot with that camera showed luminous anomalies, and there was no evidence of light leaks within said camera. So what am I doing and how am I doing it? Let’s forget about even theorizing about the why at this point, if the what and how remain a mystery.

When the old UCLA parapsychology lab was open, there was a great deal of photographic sheet film used by Dr. Thelma Moss in her Kirlian Photography experiments (for more on this particular issue, visit another blog on this site entitled “Legacy’s End”). Eventually, Dr. Moss discovered what happened if I held the aluminum-coated bag of unexposed/undeveloped 5″ x 7″ sheet film, either black and white or color. After about one minute she would open the sealed pack of film and develop it. What a surprise, all the sheets of film looked like they were irradiated by some form of energy that exposed them. Was I the source?

What made this experiment even more interesting is the fact that numerous other people in the lab also held the same types of film packs as I did, but when those sheets were developed, they were blank, showing no evidence of being exposed to any form of radiation. Over time, when Dr. Moss took numerous Kirlian photos of my finger pads, there was almost no corona discharge depicted most of time. But as my fingertips and skin, in general, is very oily, that moisture would prevent or inhibit the electric corona from appearing around my fingertips.

However, when I voluntarily entered an altered state of consciousness through deep muscular relaxation and the lowering of my pulse and respiratory rate, normal Kirlian photos of my fingertips were obtained. But there is nothing metaphysical or paranormal about these occurrences, as we now know that the primary mediator or modulator of those electrical discharge coronas was/is moisture, so what was occurring with me had no relevance other than helping to seal the eventual pseudo paranormal fate of Kirlian Photography.

During the summer of 2011, I suddenly developed advanced cataracts in both eyes, which was unusual as there was no slow evolution to them occurring. They literally appeared the morning after I saw the movie Cowboys and Aliens, which while not being very entertaining to me, was not sufficiently visually traumatizing to trigger cataracts in anyone. Boring, redundant, rhetorical and stupid yes, but insufficiently bad to force me to suddenly go blind.

I was finally able to afford the surgery in early 2012, and the surgeon was rather perplexed by what he saw in my eyes during the surgery. To begin with, my cataracts just spontaneously occurred, rather than starting very subtle and then become more advanced. But stranger than that, was that the fibrous tissue in my right eye had atrophied so severely that the surgeon questioned me as to whether I ever worked around very high amplitude magnetic fields or ionizing radiation. As a result, the surgery on my right eye was far more complex and took about three times as long as the left eye, as he had to suture the new lens back into the cornea in order to anchor it and allow new fibrous tissue to grow into place.

I told him that I didn’t recall working or living in any environments that would have such energy present. The surgeon said that the fibrous tissue in my right eye that connects the lens to the cornea was so degenerated that he automatically assumed that I had had long-term exposure to such energetic fields. In fact, he told me that if I had put off having my surgeries for a prolonged period, there was a good chance that the lens in my right eye would have completely detached from the cornea, where it would have hit my retina causing instant blindness and possible death from hemorrhaging.

Then it occurred to me that when I do my medical intuitive thing (see “A Different Kind of Psychic: On Being A Medical Intuitive”, elsewhere on this site), that perhaps I am emitting a high-amplitude magnetic field or some form of ionizing radiation. What if I’m able to focus and collimate such environmental energies that already exist around us in order to utilize them to look inside of people’s bodies? If such is even theoretically possible, wouldn’t it be an ironic fate to suffer for diagnosing other people paranormally, that such would rapidly atrophy my own eyes?

This photo was taken by Tara Mead in early August of 2014 at the Cielo Drive.  I  later subjected this photo hyperspectral image enhancement.  This incredible anomaly was not seen, only photographed.
This enhanced photo was taken by Tara Mead of Scottie Megelin in early August of 2014 at David Oman’s house on Cielo Drive. I later subjected the original photo to  hyperspectral image enhancement which is seen here. This incredible anomaly was not seen, only photographed.

Then I remember that back in 2006 I needed to visit a local rheumatologist’s office for what seemed like connective tissue problems I has having in my hand. As it turned out, there was not real problem, but the physician knew of my parapsychological research specifically related to the Cielo Drive case (see the blog entitled “Cielo Drive Convergence: The Ultimate Field Laboratory” elsewhere on this site) and demonstrated an interest in possibly exploring the effects of EM fields on human biology, something he was already doing, but not as related to the paranormal.

That doctor provided me with some unexposed X-ray film still within their protective sleeves, and I put one up to my face and marked the area around my eyes, brow ridge, nose and chin. I then began staring into the film that was directly against my face as if I was actually looking through a person’s body with my medical intuitive ability. When the X-ray film was developed, it appeared to have been exposed right where my eyes were positioned against the sheet. What?  What in the hell’s going on here?  Where did this come from?

Final hyperspectral enhancement of Tara Mead's photo from Cielo Drive case, 8/9/14
Final hyperspectral enhancement of Tara Mead’s photo of Scottie Megelin from  David Oman’s house on Cielo Drive case, 8/9/14

Wait a minute, I then recalled that when much younger, say between ten and thirty years of age, I could put my bare hand up to the glass of old cathode ray tubes that made up ancient TV picture tubes and the strangest thing occurred. Around my hand, would appear a brilliant “aura” of color, as if my hand was generating a very powerful magnetic field (which us humans supposedly do not generate) causing the phosphors of the tube to react to my hand’s presence. That was shortly followed by the TV in question abruptly dying on more than one occasion (how coincidental?). Needless to say, I stopped attempting that experiment as the result was way too costly for me and my family.

And let’s not forget my ever-present problems with watches up until about the age of 40, where most would run fast or simply fail. I even had one of the first old digital watches, I believe it was called a Pulsar. The watch was very attractive, but when worn by me, it would fail in one of several different ways. The battery would die within weeks as opposed to years, and it was not uncommon for my Pulsar to display times that was not even encoded into the electronics within it, like 99.76. I eventually sold the watch and the new owner never had a problem with it.  Can’t imagine why?

Back in 1980, I finally bought a stainless steel Rolex Submariner watch I always wanted. Beautiful timepiece for sure, and I really liked its design, but the watch never appeared to like me, as it constantly ran very fast or simply stopped working. When I repeatedly brought it in for diagnosis, service and cleaning, all they could tell me was that the watch appeared to be strongly magnetized, when it shouldn’t be. They too asked the question as to whether I worked in high-energy environments, just as the ophthalmologist who performed my  cataract surgeries did. Finally, in 1997 I sold the blasted Rolex and was paid more than twice what I bought it for even though it didn’t even work (fortunately, I kept the purchase receipt, which is essential when selling such a valuable timepiece due to all the stolen jewelery here in Los Angeles).

Not that it matters, but my deleterious effect upon watches has thankfully disappeared with age as does most everything, for I now own a TAG Heuer stainless steel, Kirium F1 watch, and it appears to get along with me quite well. Perhaps I shouldn’t even comment on this as it might stir up some old magnetic friends?

Oh no, looks I spoke too soon here, as my TAG Heuer Kirium F1 watch has just recently (4/30/15) decided to pick a fight with me, as the stainless steel case, its internal components, and the stainless steel bracelet, are now strongly magnetized.   But wait a minute,  what could have magnetized the watch, as it was never near anything that could cause such, what affected it?

We know that one way of magnetizing ferromagnetic material is to repeatedly rub a strong magnet up and down the item, this causes the atoms in the object to properly align themselves in such a way so was to make the item magnetic.

That’s fine, but what was magnetic source was rubbing up and down the watch I was wearing?

I was.

So it appears that my body is occasionally behaving like a strong magnet, that would have to be millions of times more intense than the earth’s magnetic field we live in, which is 0.5 gauss (I dislike the new nomenclature of “tesla”) in order to realign the crystalline structure of the stainless steel thereby magnetizing it.

I guess that this was why when I placed my hand against the old picture tube televisions many decades ago, beautiful colors would appear around it, as if the magnetic field of my hand was affecting the phosphors on the screen of the cathode ray tube.   But why did that TV then drop dead the very next day?

Who knows.

A Different Kind Of Psychic: Being A Medical Intuitive

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In human culture, when people are unique in some way; very talented, attractive, very famous, very rich and/or successful, people react to them rather differently than they do to normal people.  This quality of humanity is what makes celebrities out of singers, actors, directors, artists, athletes, etc.  Some writers are even looked upon as celebrities by those who really admire their work and follow it.

However, if what makes you unique is outside the boundaries of what makes other people unique as stated above, people may not beat a path to your door or listen to what you have to say.  In point of fact, they may run away in sheer terror.   At first, some might find you interesting, distinctive, intriguing, fascinating and appealing, until reality sets in, and then they run for the hills. (See end of article for something even stranger)

What would you do if you awoke tomorrow morning and suddenly had a super power that none of your friends or family possessed?  No, you cannot fly, nor are you invulnerable and do not possess super strength.  This super power is far subtler in nature.

Would you tell your family and friends about it?  Would you demonstrate it to them?  Would you risk being called weird or crazy?  And what if you eventually disclosed and demonstrated your ability to those around you and they literally ran away out of fear that you were either psychotic or inhuman?  Then what?  Well, as weird as this all sounds, I’ve actually lived with this exact problem ever since I was a very young child.

How many of you saw the Man of Steel movie last summer?  How many of you remember the scenes where young Clark Kent suddenly develops his X-ray vision while at school?

Well, I identified quite strongly with those scenes in Man of Steel, for I really did develop a rudimentary form of X-ray vision when I was very young, almost identical to the way it was depicted on-screen in the film, except I didn’t run off to hide in a closet and it was in full color as opposed to blue/sepia-tinted.  But it definitely has served to get me into trouble every so often.  In fact, there was a fascinating TV commercial for AXE “Bullet” men’s body spray that aired back in 2008 which featured a young man who was able to spontaneously peer through the outer clothing garments of women with ease.  Wow, did that bring back memories, as well as reminding me of some incredibly cool, electronic, instrumental music from The Seeds (Can’t Seem To Make You Mine) dating back to 1966.

I remember how it all started for me back at around eight or nine years old, where I’d suddenly be looking at someone and could literally see inside their body as if it were made of glass.  Thinking it was really interesting; I never really did anything to verify what it was I was seeing.   But that all changed a year or so later.

In the 5th grade at the age of ten, there were sporadic, but tantalizing episodes where it appeared that I could voluntarily look into and through people’s bodies, like a 3-D color X-ray.  I was way too cautious to ask anyone what it was I was actually seeing, so I naturally assumed that everyone could do what I could.  But that all came to a head in short order.

It was during recess in elementary school while playing some silly game in the courtyard that a blond, blue-eyed girl named Christine started walking towards me.  While looking in her direction my vision somewhat blurred for an instant and suddenly I could clearly see that beneath Christine’s sky blue dress was a large plastic bag attached to her side with a plastic tube running into her body.  What was I seeing?  I’d never seen anything like that before?

Naturally, I walked over to Christine to ask her what the bag and tube under her dress were for.  Christine turned beet red and began screaming, while she ran back into the school building to find our teacher.   It turned out that Christine had a colostomy and the bag and its tube were there for that reason.  But as a ten-year-old kid, who knew nothing about medicine, how could I understand what this was?

I was immediately dragged into the principal’s office in order to be chastised for either sneaking into the girl’s bathroom or somehow peering under Christine’s dress.   When I informed the principal that my X-ray vision suddenly turned itself on, he looked at like I was totally out of my mind.  He sternly warned me that my actions could get me suspended or even expelled from the school and put in jail.

As I was looking at the principal, I noticed that he had an appendectomy scar that never healed that well, I immediately informed him of this.  He stopped screaming at me and turned ashen white.  What I saw was a keloid, which I’d never heard of at the tender young age of ten.

The principal immediately called my parents in an effort to determine what the hell was going on.  All that my parents said in response to his questions were; “Yes, he can do that, but don’t ask anymore questions because we don’t understand it either and we simply choose to ignore it.”

With that, the principal once again sternly warned me that if another episode like this were to occur, I would be expelled from school and very likely arrested.   And while there were future episodes of my spontaneously turning itself on, I wisely never spoke of it again while at school.

It was now 1962 and I was in Junior High School when another aspect of my medical intuitive ability surfaced, one that literally knocked me off my feet.

Whenever a certain girl named Helene got within ten feet of me, I became very dizzy, light-headed and lost consciousness. There were several occasions where I wasn’t even aware that Helene was approaching me from behind, yet still I passed out.  As a thirteen-year-old, I wasn’t even aware of the fact that Helene was epileptic.  Nor would I have even understood what such a condition involved medically.  The school administrators and my parents were of course concerned that I might be ill as well as Helene. Fortunately, I was not.

When I first started working with Dr. Thelma Moss in 1969 at UCLA’s former parapsychology lab there was a young female research assistant named Alice who worked with her.   What was odd was that every time I was near Alice I’d start feeling nauseous, dizzy and light-headed, the same way I did around Helene years earlier.  What shock, I discovered that Alice was epileptic.   Needless to say, I kept my distance from Alice.

In fact, the formal, scientific study done on me by the late Thelma Moss, Ph.D., Herbert H.  Eveloff, M.D. and Alice Chang. M.A., “A Laboratory Investigation of Telepathy: The Study of A Psychic”, published in Behavioral Neuropsychiatry, Vol. 6, Numbers 1-12, pp. 71-80, April-December 1974—January-March 1975, showed clear and present evidence of my ability to remotely perceive what other people were physically feeling from quite a distance.  Moreover, there were recurring and very tantalizing telepathic as well as precognitive informational access displayed by me in this study.  Okay, so I’m psychic, then what?

It was extremely difficult for Drs. Moss and Eveloff to even find a peer-reviewed journal that would publish this study, as its results were a just a little too good for most to believe, which is why it took so long for it to be put into print.

Moreover, the neurophysiological data collected on me over the course of the study was so anomalous shall we say, (several EEG recordings on different dynagraphs averaged around 1,000 microvolts at 10 Hz., where normal is below 100 microvolts at around 12-20 Hz.) that even the aforementioned, publishing journal automatically assumed that the instrumentation used to collect such data must have been malfunctioning and in need of repair, which meant that the results were, at best, artifactual, and as such, they refused to publish that specific portion of the study.

Jumping forward in time to 1972, I was attending a rather posh dinner party in Hollywood and met a gentleman who was slightly older than myself by the name of David, who was interested in the research I was doing.  When I shook his hand upon meeting, I was suddenly aware that David had a rheumatic heart condition, as I could feel my heart felt as if it suddenly started beating in an arrhythmic manner.   I asked David if my perception was accurate, and he confirmed it.  Needless to say, I sat nowhere near him for the rest of my time at the party.

It was now 1973 and I had been working in Dr. Thelma Moss’s parapsychology lab for several years.   Visiting one of the lecture seminars the lab was giving was a beautiful 21 year-old co-ed named Carol.  With pitch-black hair and large, bright blue eyes, Carol reminded me of a short, Shirley MacLaine.  One thing led to another and we were eventually dating.  It was a great, perfect relationship in every way.  But fate had it’s own plan to short-circuit this romance.

About a month or so into the relationship, Carol and I were talking when I visually noticed that there was a small tumor in (not on) Carol’s left breast and I informed her of such.   She looked at me and very nervously said “What?  What are you talking about?”  “What tumor, where’s a tumor?”  I looked at her pointing to exactly where the tumor was within her left breast and that it was benign.   Carol worryingly replied, “How can you see a tumor inside me, what are you talking about, and how do you know it’s benign?”  I said that it didn’t have any calcium around it, so it must be benign.   She looked at me as though I was playing some kind of weird, sick joke on her, which I was not.   The matter was soon forgotten, until………….

Not long thereafter, when Carol finished her degree at UCLA, she got a job working for IBM and was given a full medical work up for her medical insurance benefits.   When the results of that workup came in, Carol went ballistic, as it revealed that she did indeed have a tumor exactly where I saw it to be and after a biopsy, it thankfully was determined to be benign.

As good as this news was, the bad news was that it validated what I told her some months earlier and Carol was very concerned and upset with what I was able to do.   Carol was terrified, as she now felt like she could have no secrets from me and that she would be nothing but a piece of glass around me (which in reality she was).  She couldn’t face the idea of coming home from work to greet me always wondering what little tidbit of knowledge about her inner self I might divulge at that moment.   Therein ended my relationship with Carol.  I thought I was trying to help her, but for some, such information (that they cannot control) is, in and of itself, very unnerving.

A few years later my mother approached me with a skeptical tone asking if I could psychically diagnose what was wrong with my father, her husband.  I first asked my mother if his problem was visually discernible, and she said no, it was not.  So I told her that I would do it.

I sat down next to my father on the couch and did my thing.  Immediately, I said that he was suffering from a hernia in his groin region.  Both my parents turned a little white and acknowledged that I was correct, but then my mother said that I must have guessed as to what it was.  I guessed?  I only said one thing and it was correct.  I did not mention or reference any other kind of medical problem my father might have had.   That was the last time my parents asked me to do such.

In the mid-1970’s I appeared on “Psychic Wonders with Christine Lund” on KABC-TV News for a week straight, where I diagnosed a different journalist each day for seven consecutive days.  The results were normal for me, where I was easily able to discern what was medically wrong with each newscaster on each day (recorded in advance). 

However, what wasn’t normal for me was the utter lack of response from anyone, that is, no phone calls or letters to the old UCLA parapsychology lab regarding what I did.  It was somewhat odd, in that I expected there to be some type of reaction other than the lack of one. 

No wait, there was one reaction, and that was from my parents, who were extremely embarrassed by my appearance on KABC News, and their friends who also saw me on the news and simply assumed I was nuts, which they already believed.  Perhaps the lack of public response was because I didn’t spew the normal crap of exclaiming that what I was doing was the result of my channeling of some long dead physician.  The only reaction I ever really learned about other than what’s just been stated, was that UCLA,, it’s medical center and the old Neuropyschiatric Institute where our lab was located, had a very negative reaction which was part of the lab’s demise.  For more on this matter, go to another blog on this site entitled “Legacy’s End”, which is all about our old lab in some detail.

In 1983 a good friend of mine, filmmaker Jose Escamilla, set me up on a blind date with a beautiful girl named Jodie. She was stunning, looking very much like Jane Badler, one of the evil alien leaders from the original “V”  TV series from 1983.  In fact, when we were dating, people would come up to her asking for her autograph as they thought she was Jane Badler.

So Jodie and I are having dinner at a restaurant in Sherman Oaks within the San Fernando Valley, and she eventually says “Jose said you were psychic, what kind of things can you do to prove such to me right now?”   My response was short and direct; “I can medically diagnose you if you’re interested?”   Jodie skeptically told me to go for it.

After a couple of minutes of focusing, I told Jodie that she had several problems.  The first was that she suffered from upper gastrointestinal disorder, a follicular cyst on her left ovary and endometriosis (a sloughing off of the intrauterine lining). Jodie simply looked at me shaking her head, as nothing I had just said meant anything to her.   I strongly suggested that she go to see her OBGYN and get checked out, which she eventually did.

Jodie got back to me some time later and verified everything I told her about her body.  Her OBGYN was of course very curious as to how I could tell her such things upon just meeting her.  He asked me if I was an MD and I said no, but I know a great deal about medicine due to my degree in psychophysiology.

I tried explaining what it is I do to him and he was very skeptical about it (what else is new?) and insecure, as he spent all that time in medical school and in practice to have someone like me come along and do what MD’s and tests normally do, but in seconds and totally non-invasive.

While my medical disclosures to Jodie did not end our relationship, her eventually becoming anorexic and bulimic eventually did.   Sad, as we did get along so very well and my being a medical intuitive didn’t seem to drive her away from me at all.  Her emotional problems and GI disorders did.

In early 1992 I met a stunning girl named Judy through common friends and we began dating.  Judy bore a striking resemblance to a shorter version of the actress Joan Severance.

Everything was fine until I started sensing that her health took a rapid nose-dive.   When I was around Judy I started feeling that her heart had a prolapsed mytral valve, that her upper lungs were starting to become impaired and that early menopause had started.   When I mentioned this to Judy, she was totally unaware of what was going on, but as she starting to feel kind of weak and sick most of the time, so she went to get a full checkup.

After visiting her physician, Judy discovered that my diagnosis was indeed correct, and therein ended the relationship as I was feeling her symptoms as if they were my own, and she had become way too ill to even think about being involved with anyone.

In 1994 I was hired to do some engineering tech writing for the development of an early form of photonic computing system and ancillary elements.  I met the owners of the company and the engineer they were already working with, a man in his mid-thirties named Mark.

As I approached Mark to shake his hand I once again felt disoriented and light-headed, as if I were about to pass out.  When I shook his hand, I almost passed out.  What a surprise, Mark’s was epileptic.  During the course of our working together I made it a point to stay at least ten feet away from at all times.

In the spring of 1999, an old girlfriend named Linda just dropped in on me after more than fifteen years.  She looked fantastic, as if she hadn’t aged at all.  No lines, no wrinkles, no fat.   While we were talking outside I clearly saw what looked like a giant jellyfish all over Linda’s upper chest. She was wearing a halter-top, as it was quite warm, therefore her upper chest was exposed. While moving slightly closer to her I started to ask what that was on her chest, but then I understood that it wasn’t on her chest, it was within it………..breast cancer.

Immediately, I told Linda to go and have some mammograms done to find out what was going on with her chest.  Even though Linda knew me from about 1974 and was well aware if what I do, she chose to either ignore my comments or simply not respond.

Several months later Linda called to inform me that she did have mammograms done and revealed the both her breasts were riddled with tumors.  She had a double mastectomy and reconstructive surgery as a result.

It was summer 2008 and I was attending a screening of The Dark Knight at the Director’s Guild Theater on Sunset Blvd. in West Hollywood.   I was meeting a longtime friend there I knew from back in the mid-1970’s at UCLA.  The fact that we drove separately to the event was going to be a significant part of the evening’s events.

Loren and I met inside, we were soon seated, and shortly thereafter the movie began.  I was deeply involved in what was on the screen, but suddenly I was distracted by sharp, burning and cramping pains in my bladder.  What was going on?  I’ve never had any problems with my bladder before.

Within a matter of minutes, Loren received an emergency cell phone call from her daughter and had to leave the screening, while I stayed behind.  Before she left, I asked Loren if she needed my assistance in the matter and she said it wasn’t necessary.

Most interestingly, once Loren had gone, so was the pain coming from my bladder.  How odd.   It wasn’t until the next day when I spoke with Loren that I learned that she had a really bad bladder infection at the time as I was sitting right next to her, and as we’d been out of contact with each other for more than 25 years, she had no way of knowing about my sensitivity to such medical matters.

I guess that in the future I should ask people I’m with if they’re experiencing any medical problems before even sitting down next to them in the theater, as some years earlier while attending a movie in Century City, I started feeling pain in my right kidney for no apparent reason while sitting next to a total stranger and asked the friend sitting on my right if it was his problem.  It was not, but the man, a total stranger, sitting to my left overheard me and commented that he was having problems in this right kidney.   OMG!

Fourth of July weekend of 2013, and one my friends and colleagues was in town and wanted to introduce me to his new girlfriend and her children.  I knew nothing of Susan or her kids, but that was all about to change as my friend had asked me to do a medical intuitive reading on them.

Upon looking at Susan’s 8-year-old son, I saw what was probably the most unusual image I’ve ever seen in my many years of doing such readings. Put very bluntly, it appeared that the frontal lobes of his brain were simply missing, as the space was completely dark and vacant.  It was almost as if a balloon had deflated within the boy’s head, leaving that part of his skull empty.   What the?

It turns out that Susan’s son has cortical encephalopathy (cortical encephalitis), wherein the disease totally atrophied and then destroyed his frontal lobes, exactly what I saw with my most interesting vision.  His mother didn’t even know what to say to me, except to ask my colleague whether or not he informed me as to her son’s condition, which he did not.

I then moved my head and began looking at Susan and beheld an equally disturbing site.  Susan’s lungs looked like really old, dark brown paper bags with large black spots throughout them.  As I was having difficulty breathing, it was evident to me that Susan had been a very heavy smoker, but that she also suffered from COPD.  Susan nodded her head in confirmation.

My problem is that I cannot turn this ability off, and believe me I’ve tried.  I can turn it on with great ease and use it until the cows come home, but I cannot prevent it from functioning in that I will often feel it, even if I do not see it with my X-ray vision.

Back in 1980, I met an attractive girl named Sheila while teaching parapsychology at Beverly Hills High School Adult Education.  She invited me to dinner at her house in West Los Angeles.

Instead of sitting directly across from her at her table, I was seated immediately to her right but on the table’s thin edge.   After eating, I happened to glance towards her and noticed that she was wearing some kind of jeans, but I also was able to see that she had really strange pigmentation on the skin of her thighs, even though her jeans were full length, so I casually mentioned it her without giving it a second’s thought.  Sheila turned beet-red, immediately stood up at the table, ordering me to leave, which I did.   Oh well, I was only 31 years old back then and still hadn’t learned to sometimes bite my own tongue.

In 2006, while getting my yearly physical checkup at my internist’s office, I once again did what I did above without giving my words a second thought.  When the doctor approached me to take my blood pressure, the first thing out of my mouth was to ask if he’s having problems with his lumbar region.   I then said that he’s been having upper respiratory problems as well.  That was followed, by my asking him if he was about to retire soon.  His eyes grew quite large in response to my comments.  But then came the clincher.  I asked him if he drove a black on black Lexus SC 430.

My physician was dumbstruck as he knew nothing about me other than my medical condition and that I was was kind of stoic and unemotional.  However, he confirmed my diagnosis of him and the fact that he did drive the exact car I had just mentioned.   He immediately left the room as if I had shot him in the ass with a BB gun, and asked one of his associates in the office to finish examining me.  He retired shortly thereafter.

On Thursday, May 8th of this year, I met a young lady for lunch that I hadn’t seen in more than a year.  I originally met this woman at the 2012 Auto Show in Los Angeles, where she was working as a model promoting some automotive product.  We had only met on one other occasion in 2013, and I knew almost nothing about her or her personal life.  That was all about to change very suddenly though.

Upon meeting, we hugged for a moment, and my head suddenly felt like it was about to explode, horrible global pressure throughout my skull.  When we let go of each other and moved apart, the pain somewhat diminished.  We sat down to order our lunch and then she came over to my side of the booth to show me photos of her son and their cats.  The instant she was right next to me, the pressure and pain in my head started once again, and this time, it felt like I was going to either throw up or lose consciousness.  But I didn’t, as she moved back to her side of the booth.  What was this?  This girl was less than half my age and looked perfectly healthy.

While we’re eating and talking, I suddenly felt like I’m experiencing hypothermia as I started shivering very intensely.  Why was I shivering?  The restaurant was not cold or hot, and I was wearing a light jacket.  The shivering persisted as the sense of bodily hypothermia grew even stronger.  The girl was looking at me rather oddly, for she had no idea as what was going on, and neither did I.  After this painful and hypothermic onslaught, we both agreed that it was best to end our lunch immediately.  Foolishly, we again hugged before leaving each other, and this time, the cerebral pain was excruciating and I immediately pulled away from the woman.  Once I moved a considerable distance away from her and was back in my car, I felt fine.

Several hours later, I discovered why I had felt what I did when near this beautiful woman.  Where to begin?

Apparently, she’s suffered crippling, chronic migraines since the age of ten (she’s now 28), which often caused her to throw up and black out.  She also has chronic insomnia as well as a strange form of hypothermia where her extremities, hands and feet, are always ice cold to the touch, and often, her entire body is equally frostbitten as she describes it.  The only time in her life when her migraines, insomnia and hypothermia vanished, was when she was pregnant with her son.

Well, needless to say, I will never be in the immediate presence of this young woman again.  And as insane as all this is, if we had become romantically involved, despite our age difference, I might have very likely died being that close to her physically for any length of time.  I suspect that no medical examiner would have been able precisely determine what caused me to suddenly die while making love.  The whole damn thing is downright frightening the way my body reacts to the presence of physically ill individuals.

Okay, so we’re all aware of the fact that I can do things that most other people can’t?   Why and how?  Those are the real questions.

I’ve heard of a few other people who can do pretty much the same thing that I do, with some differences.

However, I have only met one of person in my life who is a true medical intuitive.  His name is Jack Rourke (jackrourke.net), and has been my friend and colleague since early 2007.   I’ve seen his incredible ability at work, and it’s truly remarkable for a man as young, normal and grounded as he is.

Can people be taught to do this particular thing?  I haven’t the foggiest idea, although I knew from my own research that some people have a higher level of inherent psychic potential that can be honed to a fine point with the proper training and the use of positive reinforcement and feedback.  This is discussed in detail in another blog on this site, “Learned Psi: Training To Be Psychic”.

Bottom line here is that everyone’s mind goes after different types or kinds of information that it’s subconscious and unconscious find meaningful and relevant.  It’s hard to re-condition a mind once it has learned to seek out and search for information that is very need relevant to its emotional wants and desires.

So if any of you have desires to be different in this sort of way, you’d better give it a second, third and fourth thought, as it could turn many people away from you for all the wrong reasons.

A final example of just how odd this type of life can be is, the response I recently received from a well-known, New Age guru in Malibu.  He asked a good friend of mine, a writer and producer who’s known me for forty-one years, if I do any kind of readings.  My friend told the guru that I only do medical intuitive readings and criminal readings (as I really hate it when people prey upon others in any way).

The guru’s response was quite telling, “Oh no, nothing that serious, never, that will scare the hell of out people.”  The only type of readings this guru wanted me to do were ones that dealt with relationships and closing big business deals.   My response was “Who cares?  I’m trying to improve people’s lives by keeping them physically healthy and preventing them from being harmed by criminals.”

Oh well, each to their own.

What you’ve just read is but a very small tip of an extremely large iceberg.

And in the end, one question remains.

Why did I develop this type of ability that is so precisely honed?

P.S.  If you think that possessing certain volitional paranormal abilities might somewhat unnerve and frighten others, just wait until you read my newest blog entitled “Retroactive Terror: Your Past Will Come Back To Haunt You”, published elsewhere on this site early 2015.  There’s an even more potentially disruptive aspect of being involved with the paranormal for a very long time.  This problem can quite easily end your very existence without directly killing you.  What you’re going to learn is far more life threatening than anything you’ve ever read about before.

 

 

 

Legacy’s End

 

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Many people are curious as to what the real story was regarding UCLA’s former parapsychology lab, not a department, which existed from about 1967 through 1978.

This lab was located on the fifth floor within the former Neuropsychiatric Institute [NPI] (now the Semel Institute) at UCLA’s Center for the Health Sciences.  In many ways it was a clearinghouse for various researchers and scientists to visit and share data, conduct their own research or participate in ours. Each member of the lab sort of did their own “thing” in relationship to the lab’s operations.

The director of UCLA’s parapsychology lab was Dr. Thelma Moss, a clinical psychologist by training.  She initially began conducting studies of extrasensory perception (ESP), hypnosis, healing, alternative medicine, and the investigation of hauntings and poltergeists.. Dr. Moss received great accolades and academic respect for her pioneering research efforts and the contribution such made to the neonatal science of parapsychology.  She was a brilliant, accomplished and dedicated medical psychologist and parapsychologist.

Interestingly, Dr. Moss started her adult life, not in academia, but in the entertainment industry as an actress and screenwriter writer under her maiden name Thelma Schnee.  One of the films she co-wrote was Colossus of New York (1958), which starred Mala Powers, Otto Kruger and Ross Martin.

The story dealt with the transplantation of a human brain (Martin’s) into a large, menacing robot with an extraordinarily massive head.  The robot soon develops a rather evil personality and, somewhat prophetically, supernatural/paranormal powers.  Given the era that this film was produced in, that of low-budget sci-fi/horror films, it was quite well made for it’s time.   After the death of Thelma’s husband, almost immediately following the birth of their daughter, she went back to school to earn a doctorate in clinical psychology.

My involvement with the lab and Dr. Moss began as a research assistant and as a subject.  There was a formal study conducted on me starting in the fall of 1969 that was later published in a medical journal, “A Laboratory Investigation of Telepathy:  The Study of A Psychic” by Thelma Moss, Ph.D., Herbert H. Eveloff, M.D. and Alice Chang, M.A., in Behavioral Neuropsychiatry, Vol. 6, Numbers 1-12, April-December 1974-January-March 1975, pp. 71-80.

It was extremely difficult for Drs. Moss and Eveloff to even find a peer-reviewed journal that would publish this study, as its results were a just a little too good for most to believe, which is why it took so long for it to be put into print.

Moreover, the neurophysiological data collected on me over the course of the study was so “unique” shall we say, that even the aforementioned, publishing journal automatically assumed that the instrumentation used to collect such data must have been malfunctioning and in need of repair, which meant that the results were, at best, artifactual, and as such, they refused to publish that specific portion of the study.

Following the study, I stayed on and eventually became a research associate, which is a more dedicated and integral member of the lab, from which I started conducting more of my own research as described herein and elsewhere on this site.

However, after reading Psychic Discoveries Behind the Iron Curtain by Ostrander and Schroeder in 1971 and meeting Kendall Johnson shortly thereafter, who brought in his own homemade Kirlian photography apparatus, Dr. Moss totally changed her interest and orientation toward parapsychological research, as she erroneously assumed, as did almost everyone else, that Kirlian photography was indeed the human aura.

Dr. Moss became obsessed with this, then poorly understood corona-discharge photographic method and pretty much lost touch with her former parapsychological interests.   In the end, her compulsive obsession with Kirlian photography cost her her job and career, as she was ignoring her professional responsibilities at the NPI and not publishing the proper types of articles in the proper peer-reviewed journals.  You know the old phrase in academia “publish or perish”?  If one did not follow this tenant, they were toast in academia.

Dr. Moss was a very skilled clinical psychologist, but had no knowledge of photography, electronics, physics, electrophysiology or biophysics, and as such, she was totally out of her element in terms of investigating any paranormal linkage to Kirlian Photography.

Kirlian photography, for those who do not know of, or remember, is (and was), a high-voltage, very high-frequency, extremely low amperage processBioeletrografia-Kirlian that was applied to an electrode covered in a protective/insulating dielectric, in order to take pictures of what many originally thought was the aura.  That invisible, mythical part of ourselves that extends outward and carries within it who and what we are.   Unlike normal  photography, there’s no lens employed with this method.

The visually stunning color photographs generated by this method depicting people’s fingers, hands and plants, while intriguing to the eye, were not what they appeared to be.  These photos were so visually compelling, that many refused to look at the facts underlying them.  This was a situation where one only looks for evidence that support their own theories, which is not science.  Science is where your theory conforms to the data which supports it.

Unlike normal photography where one captures light reflected or emitted by the subject, Kirlian photography was totally dependent upon generating that high-voltage, low-amperage charge to run over the person or object in what’s known as the “skin effect”.  If the frequency was dramatically dropped and the amperage even marginally raised, you’d have been instantly electrocuted.  Basically, all the Kirlian photography was was attaching an old Tesla Coil to a timer and electrode plate.

As hardened scientists began examining and experimenting with this process, they discovered that it is little more than corona discharge, and is primarily mediated by the presence of moisture in or around the object being photographed.  While there appeared to be some potential applications for Kirlian photography as a non-destructive testing and evaluation method, it’s use in parapsychology was/is no more relevant than the old galvanic skin response (GSR) or an EKG.

A considerable amount of misinformation that sprang from Psychic Discoveries Behind the Iron Curtain, might literally have been a form of disinformation generated by our old cold war buddies within the Soviet Union?

Dr. Moss was an assistant professor of clinical psychology and she was finally promoted to an associate professor, but at the same time she was made an adjunct professor.   Essentially, this is equivalent to one step forward, two steps backwards.

She was eventually dismissed from her position at the NPI in late 1978, and she continued her work privately until she suffered a massive cerebral aneurysm in the late 1980’s requiring lengthy surgery and prolonged rehabilitation.  However, the severe physical damage and trauma to her brain left Dr. Moss in a mental state where she frequently confounded past and present, having almost no long-term memory and a severely impaired short-term memory.   Dr. Thelma Moss passed away on February 1st of 1997, at the age of 79.

On the other side of the coin, I was doing research on two fronts.  One aspect was in the lab, wherein I conducted psi training research groups from 1971 through 1980 (this matter is discussed in some detail in “Learned Psi:  Training to Be Psychic” on this site), and the field work of investigating ghosts, hauntings, poltergeists (The Entity and the Holly Mont cases, the stories of which are both found elsewhere on this site).  Both of these endeavors yielded considerable evidence in terms of our better understanding the nature of psi at many levels.

Many things led to the demise of our lab, chief among these were the following events which apparently attracted way too much media attention for UCLA in general and the NPI in particular.

It began with a rather lengthy, tongue-in-cheek article, “Ghost Watch In Hollywood”, on the front page of the Los Angeles Times View section on June 2nd 1976, dealing with the Hollymont haunting case (see chapter one “A Haunting Thought” of my book, Aliens Above, Ghosts Below: Explorations of the Unknown and The Hollymont Haunting: As Good As It Gets, elsewhere on this site).

This lead article mentioned the lab, Dr. Thelma Moss, Dr. Gerald Shure from psychology department on campus, myself and my colleague at the time. The reporting could have been far better in terms of its attitude, but also could have been much, much worse in painting all of us as nut jobs and lunatics.  This article attracted a great deal of attention at all levels, and was strike one against us.

Strike two occurred when our lab was visited by Eye on L.A. from KABC-TV, where they did a lengthy piece on both Gaynor and myself related to our field research.  That show was entitled “Ghost Hunters” and was the first time that holography was used in such an illustrative way in terms of its seemingly obvious relationship to ghosts and apparitions.  The show was nominated for an Emmy for its unique visual presentation.   This show generated even more publicity for the lab, which was not a good thing.

A few months later, yours truly was featured in another KABC-TV News show, “Psychic Wonders with Christine Lund”.  In this seven-part series, which ran daily for one week, I was using my medical intuitive ability to diagnose various members of the KABC-TV news staff on camera.  Apparently, I was very accurate in my diagnosis of the various news staff members.

Strike three, we were out!

In what seemed rather odd, I received absolutely no reaction or feedback regarding this final KABC appearance, at least no reaction I was aware of.

Behind the scenes however, there was a very strong reaction, where a bubbling cauldron of embarrassment, humiliation, anger, worry, concern and literal paranoia on the part of the powers that be at UCLA and the NPI specifically was brewing.

Adding considerable fuel and fool to this simmering pot, was the fact we (the lab) were actually teaching a ten week parapsychology course at UCLA Extension division from 1974 through 1976, for three quarters out of four, for each of those years.

These classes were held in Moore Hall 100, the largest lecture facility on campus back in those days (aside from Royce Hall).  The attendance was absolutely massive for each class, with standing room only in the 700-seat auditorium.  Needless to say, this level of response from the community and media was shooting even more holes in both our port and starboard sides.  We were sinking rapidly and weren’t even aware of it.

This proverbial shit was about to hit the fan, and the primary processed, precise manner of such was manifested in a most extraordinary way.

In early 1978 I had a very vivid dream about the lab.  In this dream, we’re all at the lab, Dr. Moss, Kerry, John and Francis as well as this author.

Suddenly, the head of the NPI, Dr. West, walked in and began talking about his dislike of the work we were doing.  In the midst of his ranting, the entire room began to violently shake, as though we were suffering a major earthquake.

As the shaking continued, the room felt as though it was falling and the entire building was collapsing beneath us.  We all attempted to grab onto something in response.  Then, the shaking and falling sensations abruptly ceased.  These motions were now replaced by others, that of moving horizontally.

All of our attention was immediately drawn to the lab’s windows facing west.  We were indeed moving horizontally.  However, there was an odd wooden plank of sorts upon which sat the rotted corpse of a woman.  To her right, was the rotted and mangled corpse of a large German Shepard.

Upon seeing these bizarre “corpses”, Dr. West let out a loud scream.  He told us that the woman sitting upon the plank was his dead sister and that the dog was her old German Shepard that was also dead.

Then the room’s motion entirely ceased.  I opened the only door the lab had and stepped out into what should have been the hallway.  Surprise!  No hallway, no building.

The image we were presented with was right out a horror movie.  We were now outdoors.  Under a brilliant full moon, the ground appeared as moist, dark, freshly turned earth, with a subtle shrouding of fog hanging over it.  Immediately before me were crude wooden steps that led down towards the ground.

Once upon the ground, I turned back and was shocked to discover that our lab’s room had turned into a early-to-mid 19th century funeral coach with glass walls and candled lights at each corner.  Sitting atop the driver’s bench was the rotted corpse-like woman with the mangled German Shepard.

I asked our “corpse driver” what all this was.  She or it, immediately answered, “I’ve brought you here to bury you because you’re dead.”   How nice of her to inform me of such.

I immediately awoke covered in sweat with a feeling that my heart was about to explode out of chest.  Can you say high anxiety night terror?

Words cannot convey my emotional reaction to this dream. It goes without saying that my first thought was that perhaps there would be a major earthquake and the entire NPI would collapse causing all of our deaths.  Not a pleasant thought.

After I had some time to logically and rationally think about the dream, there was a far more likely possibility that what I perceived was a horror-laden, melodramatic metaphor of our lab dying.

Of course, I had no way of knowing which of these interpretations was correct, although the second one seemed more likely.  I discussed my dream with Thelma, and she too thought it was little more than my insecurities about the lab’s future producing a fearful dream.

While this may have been partially correct, all of us in the lab were well aware of how Dr. West, the NPI’s officials and UCLA’ administrators in general, felt about our work.

Even in those early years, there was the formal, academic concern over political correctness.  Therefore, we all knew that we, and the lab, were living on borrowed time so to speak, as we had access to all the facilities and services of a conventional lab without any funding whatsoever.

I did formally look into filing research grant requests with the National Science Foundation (NSF) and the National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH).  As it turned out, both of these governmental agencies were somewhat interested in the laboratory work I was doing in learned psi, as were various other intelligence and military agencies referenced in my blog entitled “Learned Psi: Training to Be Psychic”.

However, UCLA and the NPI in particular, wanted nothing whatsoever to do with being formally and publicly associated with parapsychological research, as such would have surely been political suicide, even back in those halcyon times.  UCLA and the NPI made it very clear to me and the rest of us, that they would not allow or condone such efforts.

On the other hand, Dr. Moss had no interest in even filling a grant applications as she knew all the inherent problems associated with such procedures and the inevitable fallout related to it.  This scenario was the essence of a “Catch-22” situation, where no matter what we did, we would lose.  Thus, our fate was sealed.

Anyway, back to the story.

I did not totally subscribe to Thelma’s belief that my dream was nothing more than my subconscious fears regarding the lab’s inevitable demise, as it was common knowledge to all concerned that the lab’s days were numbered.  The possibility of our lab’s imminent death was no more on my mind at that moment in time that at any other.

After the passage of several days and then weeks, I pretty much forgot about this bizarre dream, and perhaps for good reason. Several weeks’ later Dr. West made an unexpected visit to the lab.  I’ll bet you can guess what happened next?

Dr. West proceeded to tell us that our lab would be shut down and its space given to others who had funding available that would pay for the requisite facilities and services we were getting free of charge.  Well, I guess nothing lasts forever, does it?

As Dr. West was leaving the lab I asked him if I could speak with him for a moment and he agreed.  I do not know what gave me the courage to ask Dr. West if he has a sister, but I did.  His reply was very enlightening.

Apparently, he did have a sister.  Naturally, given the content of my dream, I had to ask, “What do you mean, did?  He said that she died some time ago.  My immediate follow up to his reply was, “May I inquire as to what caused her death?”  “She suffered a protracted death from cancer which wasted most of her body”, the doctor said.  My immediate reply to Dr. West was to give my condolences. He thanked me, but then asked why I asked about his sister and I told him that someone had mentioned it to me some time ago and I was curious.

As I might never again have an opportunity to speak with Dr. West in such a casual manner, I quickly asked him one last question.  “Did your sister have a dog?”  West looked at me very strangely, cocking his head to one side, probably trying to figure out why I was asking such obscure questions of him.

He thought for a moment, finally answering.  “Why yes, she used to have a dog.”  I immediately followed up with, “What breed of dog?”,  “A German Shepard, he responded.  “What happened to that dog?” I asked.  Again, Dr. West looked at me as though I was a police detective conducting an intense interrogation of a suspect.

However, the good doctor answered my final question in saying that his sister’s German Shepard was killed in a violent auto accident many years before she herself passed.

I thanked Dr. West for his time and he walked away, never suspecting the real reason I asked such bizarre questions of a literal stranger.  Had I told him of my dream, he very likely would have thought that I belonged in the NPI as an inpatient, as he was extremely skeptical about such matters.

Having learned what I just did, it was obvious that my dream had a very common form of distortion called “primary process”.  In layman’s terms, this is a method by which our subconscious mind colors or modifies information going to our conscious mind that might otherwise be too painful or difficult to deal with.   Primary process distortion could be looked at as the noise as related to the signal.

Obviously, the thought of our lab closing was one that was far too painful for my conscious mind to deal with, so my unconscious cleverly cloaked it with the melodrama of a low-budget, Roger Corman, horror movie. This is certainly preferable to dying during an earthquake while in the lab, isn’t it?

This type of distortion is extremely common when dealing with paranormal perception.  In fact, it’s very rare when such does not occur.

Given the fact that some thirty-five years have passed, if you now call UCLA or the Semel Institute and question anyone there about our old lab, the reply is simple and direct, “There was never such a lab anywhere on campus”.

And as the Extension division does not have records going back that far, there’s no proof that we even taught parapsychology anywhere on campus at any time.

And even though stories about our lab appeared once in the UCLA Monthly and three times in The Daily Bruin, the school’s newspaper (although there was a piece on the lab published there in 2010, but they conveniently avoided mentioning the fact that the two of us [Taff & Gaynor] were also students on campus during that same period), numerous times, they too have not kept files or records regarding such stories going back that far in time.  At least that’s what they claim.

Thus officially, we never existed as far as UCLA is concerned, but that really doesn’t surprise me given their utter embarrassment of our presence and the passage of such an amount of time, as literally everyone we knew way back when is either no longer there, or has passed away.   I’m sure that this is the way the university would like it to remain, and I do not really blame them given all the junk-science paranormal unreality shows currently on television and online.

It’s odd how sensitive universities were to this matter some four decades ago and lengths they went to hinder and stifle research in this field.  However, even after the end of what was a real legacy, some of us continue our own research but now in the public sector, although some were discouraged at the loss of such a great facility in the midst of an incredible university and teaching hospital.

In the final analysis, all things must end, in order for other things to begin anew.  There may never be another facility like this on earth in my lifetime, but that doesn’t mean that it’s memory and the shining hope of faith it generated in all us will not live on long beyond our years.

I truly do not know what I would have done with my life and where I’d be today had it not been for the lab and the foundation it offered all of us in terms of organization, learning, evolving and growing.

There is no “what if” when it comes to this lab.  There was only what was and is.

Thank you for being there to help nurture and guide us along into this most intriguing and fascinating adventure of life in all its mysteries.