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.

 

 

 

Cielo Drive Convergence: The Ultimate Field Laboratory?

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By now, everyone’s probably heard of the alleged haunting on Cielo Drive at Benedict Canyon within Beverly Hills.  This case was inspired by, and may be the natural fallout from, the heinous Sharon Tate murders back in August of 1969.  There are real scientific reasons that this location is plagued by such recurring paranormal events, and it’s far more complicated than Charles Manson’s cult slaughtering five people at this location on a hot August night night more than four decades ago.  These recurring events are the result of a confluence of several key factors and variables acting in concert to generate such extraordinary and durable paranormal activity.

If you watched the awful Haunted History season opener (from the hacks at Pilgrim Studios, who produce the fraudulent paranormal reality series Ghost Hunters)  on July 12, 2013,  you saw little more than redundant, ghoulish, bloodbath reenactments of the 1969 slayings, while the real substance of this incredible case was diminished by totally unqualified people talking about worthless K2 meters, which are about as relevant to scientific paranormal research as your running shoes, key chain or watch are.

After more than 4,500 investigations over the course of more than four decades, few cases require the numerous visits that this one did.

There are times in all of our lives when everything appears to come together in just the right place, at just the right time, for just the right reason(s).  One might refer to such a situation as a synchronicity or a convergence, where everything directly leads one down a certain path for an, as yet, undetermined purpose.

Such extraordinary experiences often involve love, work, or an incredible happenstance of good and unfortunately, occasionally bad fortune. In most situations, it is difficult, if not impossible, to unravel the true nature behind the various elements coalescing in just the right way to produce the extraordinary outcome.

In scientific parapsychological research, such events are so incredibly rare that there isn’t even nomenclature to describe such an occurrence, possibly because such an event has never, to the best of anyone’s knowledge, occurred, or at least been published.  Until now, that is.

In July of 2005, I believe that just such a convergence took place in my very own backyard, so to speak.  It appeared that fate had brought me into an investigation that ranks as the benchmark or high water mark of my four-decade career. dwarfing The Entity, Holly Mont and even San Pedro cases.  Seemingly, everything is present in the same place, minutes from where I live, at the same time.  However, I was about to discover that not all things that come in a beribboned box are as benign as they first appear.

This particular investigation is the reason why some of us have chosen to dedicate their entire adult lives to studying various aspects of the paranormal, hoping that just the right collection of variables come together when one is present and able to document them.

And of course, the end result is hopefully a major step forward in knowledge, perhaps even a breakthrough, that provides answers to some very old questions plaguing the human condition like, where do we come from and what happens to us after we die?

However, this story really begins when I received a call from an old friend named Steve Rubin, a producer and publicist I met during the production of The Entity (Fox, 1983) motion picture in 1981.

As it turns out, Steve and I casually met when we were kids during Saturday matinees at a local theater (The Stadium, at Pico and Livonia) where we regularly saw two sci-fi and/or horror movies for twenty-five cents and where a big bag of popcorn and a coke were just a dime each.  I know, depressing isn’t it?

Over the ensuing decades, Steve and I kept bumping into each other at screenings, parties and through other projects and acquaintances within the entertainment industry.

The second-to-last time I saw Steve was at a screening of Roswell at the DGA (Director’s Guild of America) theater in 1994, and again, when a friend, Laurie Jacobson, writer of the now classic book Hollywood Haunted, married a relative of Steve’s, Jon Provost, the child star (Timmy) of the 1950’s Lassie TV series.

The reason Steve called me in the early summer of 2005 was to solicit my interest and involvement to investigate the real story behind the ultra- low budget feature film he had just been hired to promote

House At The End Of The Drive was a supernatural thriller that was wrapping production. It was inspired by the alleged, ongoing paranormal experiences of producer and co-creator David Oman (pronounced omen, no pun intended), who recently moved into a new home his father, a real estate developer and builder, constructed.

The recently built house just happens to be a stone’s throw from the site of the infamous Sharon Tate murders of August 1969.  David moved into the house in August of 2002.

According to Steve, encounters at the allegedly haunted hillside residence ranged from hearing disembodied voices and footsteps, observing large orbs of colored lights, to witnessing the apparitions of several of the August 1969 murder victims.

After having read the script for House At The End of The Drive to insure myself that the movie was not simply another slasher film, I agreed to visit

House At The End Of The Drive lobby card
House At The End Of The Drive lobby card

Oman’s home on Cielo Drive in Benedict Canyon, which is in the northern edge of Beverly Hills.

On my way up to the house on July 19th to meet my colleague Barry Conrad, memories of August 1969 flooded my mind, remembering the fear and panic that gripped Los Angeles following those heinous killings on that steamy summer night.

After the world was stunned by the incredible savagery, brutality and ritualistic nature of the Tate murders, I often wondered as to whether or not the subsequent tenants of the original house on Cielo Drive (which was torn down in 1994), had experienced any type of paranormal fallout resulting from the vicious slaughter of five innocent souls.  There had been rumors and scuttlebutt over the years, but nothing amounting to anything more than idle chatter, probably the result of too much drugs and alcohol.

As I wound my way up through Benedict Canyon from Sunset Blvd., in the back of my mind I recalled reading years earlier that this particular canyon was plagued by an an acute abundance of alleged hauntings.

In fact, in one particular book, a map of this canyon depicts clusters of hauntings throughout the canyon’s entire length as well as on many of its side streets winding further up into its brush-laden hills.

It was in this region where TV’s first Superman, George Reeves, died from a gunshot wound to his head on June 16th 1959, and whose ghost, occasionally appearing in full Superman costume, may continue to walk the floors of his old Benedict Canyon residence.

Interestingly, Reeves death was never really solved from a forensic standpoint.

The police, medical examiner’s office and media initially labeled it a suicide, but virtually all of the subsequent investigation by my long-time friend Jan Alan Henderson into Reeves’ untimely death, suggests something far more sinister occurred and was thoroughly covered up by the authorities (Speeding Bullet: The Life and Bizarre Death of George Reeves, 2007).

Strangely, Reeve’s fingerprints were not even found on the gun. Nor was there any gunshot residue or powder burns discovered on his body because it was sent directly to the funeral home rather than the coroner’s office, which, even in those days, was against policy on suicides.

Even more intriguing, is the fact that several fresh bullet holes were found in the bedroom floor next to Reeves’ lifeless body on the bed.  I guess he missed his head with the first several rounds!  Yeah, right?

Before turning west, up on to Cielo Drive, I also remembered that there’s an earthquake fault running directly beneath Benedict Canyon, one which has not moved in the recent geologic past.  All of this seemingly irrelevant and abstract information would become very meaningful as the case evolved.

As I approached David’s house, I half expected to meet a 42 year-old man way over the edge of reason and sanity that was simply looking for a tawdry, although effective, way to promote his horror movie.  If that were the case, my presence at this location would have been very short-lived.

Living on the extreme southern edge of Beverly Hills myself, I arrived at the Oman house well before my colleague, Barry Conrad, who lived in Glendale. The upper portion of Cielo Drive where Oman lives is a private street that is severely eroded with numerous potholes, which my sports car’s stiff suspension did not appreciate.

As there is no real parking to speak of on this narrow road, one must pull up tight against the opposing hillside well into the dirt and paint-scratching brush to avoid blocking what limited passing space exists.  To say I was paranoid about leaving my car there was an understatement.

Before exiting the car, my thoughts went in their usual direction before entering a potentially new haunting case at this stage of my career: “Thirty-seven years, four thousand plus cases and far too many sleepless nights to remember.  I really believed that I’d seen, heard and felt it all.  Jaded into complacency, I was sure that nothing could ever impress or astonish me again”.  To put it simply, I was about to be proved wrong, dead wrong.

I had no way of knowing just how utterly unique this Beverly Hills location was and that I was about to embark upon the strangest and most bizarre case of my multi-decade career, a case that might lend much needed definition and clarity to this particular area of parapsychological research.

I pulled my instrument case from the car’s trunk and rang David’s doorbell.  David, very much resembled a combination of a young, thin version of David Nelson (Ricky Nelson’s older brother) and one of the Beach Boys from the mid ‘60’s.

It was July 19th of 2005 Barry and Lisa McIntosh (Conrad’s girlfriend at the time), who was in remission from Multiple Myeloma, a deadly form of bone cancer, accompanied me to this fascinating location, in the hope of experiencing, documenting and collecting some hard, objective data.

The late Sharon Tate
The late Sharon Tate

A stone’s throw away from the infamous house where the Sharon Tate murders occurred, maybe slightly more that one hundred feet north, a new house was built in 2002 and was occupied by the son of the builder, David Oman.  Not surprisingly, the construction crew, David and several of his friends, had experienced a wide range of paranormal phenomena including apparitions, psychokinetic displays as well as disembodied voices in this awesome building up against the hillside.

However, we had absolutely no way of knowing upon our arrival just how utterly unique this specific property would turn out to be in the most unexpected ways.

My instruments (Geomagnetometer, Natural Tri-Field Meter, Air Ion Counter, etc.) indicated bizarre and totally unprecedented magnetic field amplitudes and polarities throughout the entire house combined with an ambient electromagnetic background anywhere from 20-100 times normal.  This house was a compass needle’s worst nightmare.

In fact, there were several locations in David’s home where compass needles would spin wildly as if near a quadrapole, which does not occur in nature.  And on other occasions almost everything in the house seemed to be emitting a very strong magnetic field, including glass, wood, plastic and leather.  None of which are ferromagnetic or paramagnetic.

After this first visit, Barry, Lisa and I came away from this house feeling physically ill.  In fact, while in the Oman house at the bottom of the stairwell, I turned beet red and passed out exactly where the localized geomagnetic field (GMF) measured out at 1,700 milligauss [mG], when 300-500 mG is normal.  Fortunately, Steve Rubin saw what was happening and caught me before I hit the floor.  Fortunately, Steve’s much bigger than I, so there wasn’t a problem.  All I remember from the incident was feeling very warm. nauseous and dizzy like I had a fever with the flu, and then nothing other than waking up on the floor surrounded by various people.

At one point when Lisa came came upstairs to get more batteries, she observed that the top flap of the large ballistic nylon bag for Conrad’s video camera was literally flapping in the air as if being propelled by a strong wind, of which there was none.  She let out a moderate yell and we all came running upstairs.  But by the time we arrived, the case’s top flap has ceased its movement.

Later that evening, I came up to get a fresh 9-volt battery as one of my instruments required it.  When removing the spent battery I carved a large “X” into it to prevent it’s accidental use at another time and I immediately discarded the battery in a trash bin in front of the house.   When I later came back upstairs for another item and opened my locked Pelican case to discover the carved battery carefully balanced and rocking on one of the cases compartmental partition edges.  If no one actually pulled a joke on me here, this was an instance of  apport, which is not that common.  Now my interest was really peaked.

After spending a considerable time in this house, Conrad and Lisa’s response was quite severe.  In fact, there’s a distinct possibility that her spending some 6-8 hours in the Cielo house pushed her back into a series of intense relapses from which she never recovered.  In point of fact, Lisa passed away in July of 2006 from her cancer. 

As both Barry and I had relatively strong adverse reactions to the very high amplitude geomagnetic fields at this location, as did about 68.9% of those visiting. such might have been the influence that dealt a lethal blow to Lisa.  In fact, over the course of  2005-2006, I investigated this site twenty-one times, where I interviewed sixty-one (61) individuals who had entered the house, and kept a detailed logs of their psychophysiological reactions in this most extraordinary magnetic environment.  Amazingly, this medical log clearly indicated that slightly less than 70% of the people visiting this location became very ill after spending several hours there, while not one of them suffered from any preexisting conditions that might have caused such reactions.

One of David’s friends has recently posted some rather troubling comments regarding how many times I was actually at the house and how many people I actually interviewed, suggesting that I’ve basically lied about this.   In the person’s effort to discredit my research at this house, he even claimed that I was possibly stalking of David, and never really visited the home only once or twice.  It might be good for this clown to check what David himself has said and written about before he makes a further fool of himself, as Oman even contradicts what is said here.  He also wondered why I bothered to collect any medical data while at the house.

Hello?  That’s part of the reason I was at this house to begin with, it’s called a thorough investigation that is not bound by apriori assumptions and beliefs.  This person also claimed that I said that what people were experiencing at this house was hallucinatory, and how could hallucinations affect cameras and microphones.  If this uneducated individual understood what I’ve written here and spoke of on Zak Bagan’s Ghost Adventures Aftershocks show, he’d have grasped the fact that I never even suggested such was the case.

What I said on that show and what I’m writing about here makes it perfectly clear that the events at David’s house are definitely paranormal in nature, but that disembodied consciousness is not the cause of such, while RSPK of living people is.  And last but not least, this man who was attempting to discredit me on this matter in order to keep David’s tourist derived income flowing, asked me why I have not disclosed the names of all the individuals who I allegedly kept such medical logs on.   Once again, if this individual knew anything about how real science works, he’d understand that I’d have to obtain written releases from each and every person before disclosing such personal information.  However, I did provide the detailed medical log I kept on the case to Zak Bagans who certainly read it, and clearly understood the moral and ethical aspects regarding such disclosure.

Getting back to the deleterious effects of David’s house has on some people, Lisa’s response was far more volatile than almost anyone, in that she became physically and emotionally ill later that night and the next day, where she had the worst nightmares of her life, which I also experienced in my own home.  I almost never have nightmares.  In fact, I cannot even remember the last time I had one prior to or after this event.

Within a matter of days to weeks after leaving this house, Lisa’s Multiple Myeloma recurred with even greater ferocity, and within less than a year she passed away.  It should be stated that there is no cure known for Multiple Myeloma, once contracted, you’re guaranteed to die from it.  The only question is precisely when.

The late Lisa McIntosh and Barry Conrad
The late Lisa McIntosh and very much alive, Barry Conrad.

However, I am not saying, or even implying here. that the energy in this house was responsible for her untimely demise, but it possibly hastened its arrival.  It then was not surprising to later learn that the U.S. Geological Survey (USGS) lists this specific location as a geomagnetic anomaly site and that local ancient Native American tribes called it a sacred place, in that some of them sensed it’s very powerful magnetic fields.   Yet, science does not know why this area is so magnetic.

A fallen meteorite from millions of year ago?  Sitting on top of an ancient volcano?  Large deposits of magnetite or iron?  The USGS states the these hills are far too geologically young to have either large deposits of iron and magnetite.  The USGS doesn’t know anymore than we do.  When various companies were initially building various homes on this hill, including Davids, their instruments essentially rendered useless due to the strong magnetism.  The workers had to drill blind and discovered large, empty magma chambers beneath the hill, indicating the very long ago there might have been volcanic activity in the area.

Had we known that this property emitted such strong, positively polarized magnetic fields, we never would have allowed Lisa to even step foot on the property, let alone within it.  Over the course of almost four decades, nothing even close to these levels of energy has been experienced around here during the course of any investigation.

It’s very intriguing to know that there is substantial body of clinical evidence indicating that exposure to negatively polarized magnetic fields substantially inhibit the growth of many types of cancers, while positively polarized magnetic fields appear to rapidly accelerate their growth and proliferation.  Medical science does not know why this is, it just is.  However, as the FDA will not formally recognize or approve any curative mechanism that is not based on pharmaceuticals, making this discussion pretty much academic.

It goes without saying that neither Barry or Lisa ever returned to the Cielo Drive house. I, on the other hand visited this location more than twenty (20) times over the course of a year and have gotten sick on virtually every occasion. However, it should be made clear that I was suffering from IBS at the time, which was surely irritated by the high amplitude geomagnetic field at this location.

On subsequent investigational visits with other associates such as Jan Alan Henderson, Bob Bastanchury, Brent Wolfberg, Todd Farris, Paul Clemens and Jeff Mandel, some of us continued having intense interactions with this most interesting abode.

Bob witnessed a lamp in mid-flight when we all came up from the lower floors.  Jeff Mandel had an unnerving experience in the bathroom when some crumpled up paper flew out of the waste basket and hit him.   A local news crew from KCOP began feeling ill shortly after entering the house and their remote live-feed truck electronically crashed while in front of the Oman home.  The network sent a second remote truck out that stayed at the bottom of the hill and it avoided the problems the first one had encountered.

While standing in the entrance way with some media person one night, a sudden wave of nausea overwhelmed both the journalist and myself, which just happened to temporally correlate with the Natural Tri-Field Meter making a full scale magnetic deflection and then going back to normal.  We were both amazed. 

What made this particular event particularly interesting was that this reporter had just asked me if I ever felt sick while in this house.  Before I could even answer, the nausea and instrument reaction occurred.  I guess that event answered his question?  On another visit, I grabbed the iron railing at the rear stairwell of the house that was emitting 1.78 gauss, and my right hand began to tingle and went numb.  The numbing effect moved all the way up my arm into my shoulder, neck into the base of my skull, where the effect was so intense that I started feeling dizzy and light-headed.  I finally let go of the railing and the strange numbing effect eventually ceased. 

This was a very disturbing indicator, as such high intensity magnetic fields have the potential to make one very sick and permanently disable them, which I was about to learn the hard way over and over again.

My numerous visits to this house resulted in my going to Cedars Sinai Medical Center’s Emergency Room after almost every visit, as the effects grew more and more pronounced.  In fact, the ER nurses and physicians became very use to my appearance at their facility.  So much so, that they began saying “So you were at that crazy house again, huh?”  And they were right on every occasion.  Prior to visiting this incredibly bio-toxic location, I never saw the inside of any ER, except following the dislocation of my right elbow while on the rings during gymnastics training in high school.

And contrary to what the home’s owner is now saying, not one of the forty-two visitors who became very ill upon visiting this location, had any preexisting medical conditions that might explain such.  Rewriting history is a little more difficult than simply changing your words a decade after the events and hoping that no one remembers what really transpired.

Over the course of the one year I investigated this case, there were many very interesting individuals visiting David’s extraordinary home.  Some really normal, some so weird that they almost made me look normal.

One woman who claimed to be a medium (more like half-baked or rare to me) made a blatant declaration that the house was evil.  When I asked her why the house was evil, she replied that the numerous demonic entities present in the house were making her ill.   She was totally unaware of the extremely potent geomagnetic field at this location that makes some people feel really sick.  When I tried explaining this to her, she couldn’t or wouldn’t even try to understand what I was saying.  What I should have told her was that if the house had given her an orgasm instead of making her sick, she’d probably think it was healing her.  I wonder if she would have understood that?

On numerous occasions, photographs taken by different people at different times clearly showed luminous anomalies while none were visible to the naked eye.  In fact, on the first night we were there and walking up the private road toward where the original Tate house once stood I felt like someone’s hand was touching my left shoulder.  At the same moment, Brent had taken a photo of me as I walked in front of him.  The photo depicted several multi-colored balls of light around me right when I felt the disembodied hand on my shoulder.  What a coincidence.

On another occasion during the late fall of 2005, there was an approaching thunderstorm.  As the storm reached the hill and house, the electrical field in most of the house jumped to around two kilovolts (2,000) per meter, and my skin started feeling like it was burning.   I immediately packed my equipment and left the house.

One other evening, there were very strong Santa Ana winds blowing with their concomitant positive ions that can severely irritate some people’s bodies and moods.  While measuring these ionic winds at a very high level, something really astounding occurred.  The instant these positively charged winds entered David’s home, their polarity reversed to where they became negatively charged.  This strongly suggests that David’s house imparted a rather hefty electromagnetic charge to the incoming air.  The incoming air had electrons added to it, thereby becoming negatively charged while the outside air remained positively charged.  Absolutely amazing.  The source was the localized geophysical battery up upon the hill that David’s house sits.

On yet another visit, a plastic glass filled with water was thrown at me from the kitchen even though no one was even near that room other than myself.  On another occasion, we were on the third floor, the lowest one, and in the unfinished, dirt wall room.  Paul Clemens and I were taking measurements when something that clearly felt like a human hand, touched my left shoulder.  I immediately turned to my left expecting to see Paul there, only to discover that he was at the other end of the room, maybe ten feet away from me.  While all this was transpiring, I obtained readings of well over 1,000 milligauss in that most unusual room and constantly changing polarity and compass needles were spinning like a top.

While on the stairwell, disembodied voices could be heard, but not always recordable.  At times, it sounded like someone loudly snoring or with severe asthma.  At other times, it was like very muffled conversations were occurring.  If I stood on the stairway too long, I became dizzy and nauseous.

On June 10, 2006, my second to last visit to this incredible location, I apparently once again passed out while approaching the third-floor, earthen wall room.  Paul Clemens who was right behind me and watched as I started stumbling and then collapsed onto the wall before entering that odd room.  I suddenly awoke on the floor and had no idea as to what just happened to me.

When Laurie Jacobson first visited this home, she became briefly light-headed for a while, but it passed fairly soon.  When her husband Jon Provost came to visit, his reaction was quite severe, where he described the sensation like “being hit in the head and stomach with a baseball bat”.  He immediately left.  Several people with a production company had to suddenly leave the house when they started feeling ill.  Once outside, their discomfort subsided.

You may now be asking why would I continue to visit this location if every time I was there I became ill, right?  So before you assume that I am a masochist with a death wish, let me assure you that it is simply a matter of my intense scientific curiosity overwhelming my logic on occasion.  Hey it even happens to Mr. Spock in Star Trek.

In my professional scientific opinion, the Cielo Drive case offers more potentially rewarding information towards unraveling this aspect of the paranormal than any other location I’ve visited during the course of my career.  I may return to this location if I am paid to do so on a shoot or able to bring more sophisticated instrumentation into that environment to better study it.  However, the more I think about it, the more remote such another visit appears.

However, there is one specific requirement that must be met before I ever return to this location again.  It is that I fashion a head-to-foot suit out of Giron or Mu-metal to shield my body from the high intensity magnetic fields. I may look like a chunky alien, but at least I will no longer get physically ill from being in this house.

What I’m basically describing here is an astronauts outfit made out of a substance that would prevent the intense magnetic energy from affecting my body.  Such a suit would require its own air supply, ventilation and cooling, just as any astronaut normally has.  Creating such a suit would cost a small fortune, which I do not possess, so I guess that I will NOT be returning to this site any time soon.

What I’ve described here is but the most minute fraction of what’s been experienced by David Oman, guests, media and many other investigators over the years.

Is David Oman’s Cielo Drive house haunted, UNQUESTIONABLY, but not as one might expect, and only in the most generic sense of the term.

Does this prove that the ghosts of Sharon Tate, Jay Sebring and the others who died back in 1969 at the location are indeed haunting David’s house? ABSOLUTELY NOT.Does this even suggest that Sharon or the other victims from August 1969 are hanging around this location having literal conversations with anyone?  ABSOLUTELY NOT.  Nor can I say that such a discarnate presence is not there.  To sum my up my attitude it’s best to fall back onto a great line of dialog uttered by David Duchovny as Fox Mulder in one of the X-Files episodes: “You can talk to god all day and they call that prayer, but when god or the dead talk back, you’re schizophrenic”.  Enough said, I think I’ve made my point here.

What can be said without reservation at this time is that the very strong geomagnetic fields which are in constant flux at this location provides a conducive environment which enables such paranormal events to occur on a regular basis.  If there really are such things as ghosts, spirits, entities, etc., this might be the near perfect environment for such things to function in.   A place where the inductive coupling between living human beings and the localized environment helps reconstruct and animate the information stored there.  Sort of like the way the laser in your DVD or CD player allows you to see and hear the information stored in that medium.

However, as time has shown, some people’s bodies do not at all like these wild and crazy geomagnetic locations as such severely irritates them, both physically and mentally.

Unfortunately, I may be one of these individuals, but do not know why as I’ve never been diagnosed as seizure prone or epileptic.  However my brainwaves as measured by EEG centered around 10 Hz. and at times over 1,000 microvolts as measured back at UCLA in 1969, where way too high, and the researchers asked if I ever had any seizures, which I have not.

There appears to be several primary conditions that must be met before these types of events will occur.  One is the location.  That has been met here by the USGS geomagnetic anomaly site.  The second condition might be very specific individuals who are either seizure prone or suffer from temporal lobe epilepsy and have very poor coping mechanisms for dealing with stress.  There lots of people that qualify for this.  And last, but not least, there must be an inductive coupling established between the localized environment and those uniquely wired individuals.   Given this unique location, I’d say that such is very likely to occur given sufficient time and exposure.   Once these conditions are met, all bets are off in terms of what might occur, as much of this is still UNKNOWN.

The bottom line here is that this location appears to be the most haunted localized area I’ve ever investigated over the course of the last 44 years, and now we may finally understand why.

ADDENDUM I:

Original photo sent to me by Syd Schultz II
Original photo taken by Tara Viosca Mead of Scottie Megelin, was sent to me by Syd Schultz II

Attached here are four photos.  The first, at the left here, is the original photo taken by Tara Viosca Mead of Scottie Megelin in early August of 2014 at this house, and depicts some type of luminous anomaly that was not visible to the naked eye, but appeared in the photo.  Also notice on camera left, to the lady’s left and camera right, there’s a reflection of this anomaly in the glass covered on something hanging on the wall.

 

 

 

 

 

Enhanced via hyperspectral imaging
Enhanced via hyperspectral image enhancement

The second, third and fourth photos are ones that I subjected to hyperspectral image enhancement to get more detail out of them.  Please understand that the term hyperspectral has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the paranormal, it’s simply the nomenclature used to describe a specific type of image enhancement.

 

In the second photo you see here at the left was the first hyperspectral image enhancement pass to reduce background noise clutter and to brighten the anomaly over the woman’s face. Once again, please take note of the reflected image middle of camera left.

 

 

 

2014-08-09_13.48.34The next photo seen here at the left is another hyperspectral enhancement pass to further sharpen and clarify the anomaly.  There appears to be small degree of clarity in terms of the relative heat signature assigned to the pass, as the closer the anomaly was to the Scottie’s head, the hotter it appeared to be in the enhancement.  Please also note the extraordinary configuration at the extreme upper left of the anomaly, like an upside down goblet with a broken crooked stem. 

Even more startling are the seeming, quasi-horizontal bands of energy circling around this Scottie’s head.  These appear to depict a cyclonic rotation that’s possibly depicting the intense coupling between the localized, high amplitude geomagnetic field and this Scottie’s head.  What we might be seeing here is an optical analog of the interaction of the paramagnetic environment and the lady in the photo.  This photo might be one of the most relevant photos ever captured in this field.

Final hyperspectral enhancement of Syd Schultz II photo
Final hyperspectral enhancement of Tara Mead’s photo

The final photo is the most enhanced and displays what appears to be very distinctive boundaries associated with the relative heat index linked to the enhancement, when all the background clutter is removed.  If I had to make a guess as to what’s being depicted here, it’s that Scottie was experiencing some form of mild convulsion or very petite seizure due to her brain’s reaction to the high-amplitude geomagnetic field present in this most unusual house. 

Also, note the same, odd little “fixture” a the extreme upper left of the anomaly that looks like upside-down goblet attached to a crooked stem, which in reality doesn’t exist.  With each level of enhancement, the image becomes stranger and stranger. 

The real question here is, “Why wasn’t this luminous anomaly visible to the naked eye when it was reflecting off glass a few feet away?”  Perhaps because it occurred for such a short amount of time, say about 1,000th of-a-second.  Our eye and brain are not designed to detect such rapid bursts of energy, and Tara took her photo in that very split second when this incredible appeared. This photo could be one of the most significant pictures ever taken in the history of parapsychology.

ADDENDUM II:  PLEASE READ, URGENT.

Recently, there was a very disturbing production of misinformational hype related to this case that comes from that great bastion of lies, ignorance and stupidity;  Paranormal Witness on the Psi Lie Network, oh, excuse me, the SyFy Network.

When their episode on the Cielo Drive case aired this April, it was one of the greatest fabrications, misrepresentations, distortions and exaggerated concoction of lies I’ve ever seen. 

To start with, David Oman allegedly observed the apparition of whom he later believed to be that of Jay Sebring shortly after he moved into the Cielo Drive in August of 2002, not years later in 2005-6 as depicted in the show which is when I was investigating this case.

I was the one who brought my new friends Jeff and Kashmir to the house during the late summer of 2005, not at the start of the case in 2002, when I did not even know of its existence.  It appears that the producers of Paranormal Witness told everyone what to say and how to say it (that is, scripted), as much of their testimony does not ring true to what really transpired according to the detailed files on this case.  Most of the people who were being interviewed on this show were doing nothing more than reading their lines of dialog provided to them by the producers (in fact, several of them were, or are, actors in real life).  But given the fact that Paranormal Witness and the Psi Lie Network are totally incapable of telling the truth when it comes to the paranormal, what else is new, and why should we expect anything different from them at this point?