Month: February 2020

Paranormal Experiences? Seeking Your Stories

Hi friends. Do you have any accounts of paranormal activity or experiences that science just hasn’t been able to explain? Want your story published? Read on.

I have always been interested in the study of paranormal activity for as far back as I can remember. As a child I can remember sneaking down late at night whilst my uncles were watching The Fog when I was about seven and being scared to death. But it was that adrenaline that came with that fear that kept me watching those true old school horror flicks. None of that gruesome stuff for me. I wanted to cover my eyes and squeal in fear, waiting for that ghost to reveal himself.

While I cannot recall any childhood experiences, I have had several accounts in my adult life, all starting after I began organized paranormal investigation. My dear friend Jason invited me to “ride along” in an investigation one night with the team that he belonged to at the time. The plan was to simply snap some photographs and do a nice write up as a way to help advertise for the team. It was at Ferry Plantation House, one of the most haunted places in Virginia that has been featured on many YouTube channels, podcasts and investigated by both national and international teams and featured on a UK show.

That night opened up a whole new world for me where I was able to incorporate my love of photography and my intrigue for the paranormal. Over time Jason and I ventured out with our own creative ideas and formed our own team, Portsmouth Paranormal Society (find the YouTube channel here). While I’m not actively investigating with him and the team these days, I still occasionally ride along to capture the solemn beauty in the places they investigate. Him and I share multiple experiences from our early investigations and he continues to experience unexplained occurrences today.

The subject of paranormal investigation has and will always be open for debate. Naysayers will scream science science science, but some things simply cannot be explained. Isn’t it telling that in simply doing a search online it will get you countless stories from people all over the world. Different cultures, different social statures, religions, races and ages. The patterns and similarities are always there. People are experiencing and seeing the same things.

This is where you my dear friends come in. I’d love to hear your stories and in submitting them they’ll be considered for inclusion into the compilation of ghost stories I’m intending to publish. Interested? Read on.

I’d like pieces to be formatted in journal style with an opening of approximate date/time and place of occurrence. You may “sign” your piece with whatever you want to reveal about yourself. Your name, your location, one or both. You may also be anonymous if you’d like.

I’m opening this up now for submissions and ask that you keep your accounts relatively short as I’d like to include as many stories from around the world as possible. If you have multiple experiences, please feel free to send more than one to be considered, just please submit them in separate links so I can easily separate. All submissions should be sent to:

hayutjenny@gmail.com

You will be notified via email if your piece is chosen to be included. I look forward to reading your experiences!

image captured with full spectrum camera as part of investigation at Tuckahoe Plantation

*featured image captured at St Albans Sanitorium as part of investigation

everlong

a sea of pink jewels parade my hair

wind whistling

dancing, entrancing

to the symphony of jasmine notes

floating, drifting in the air

 

capturing lyrics to a heart song

quiet chords brushing my lips

revealing, no longer concealing

as breath remembers

the bridge to its ever long

 

 

The Queen of All Everything-Ott

 

this image i captured on a summer trip to Texas. whenever i travel it’s always cemeteries and parks that i gravitate to. this image i came across at Brackenridge Park in San Antonio. its the remnants of spring left behind on an aged bridge with its peeling paint and wrought iron that lended its beauty to my eye. as always the words came. the following song selection i feel offers that same serene flow of finding one’s everlong. Enjoy and thanks for reading.

you can find more images of this bridge and Brackenridge Park as well as other images I captured from San Antonio here

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hollow

wildflowers in frenzy

bloom

in her forest

of mossy groves

as winds howl

and honey kisses flow

into she,

perched there

quietly

within her hollow

 

We Are All Astronauts-Ether

 

as a child i was always drawn to tree hollows. as an adult not much has changed. when i stumble upon one on a hike, naturally i climb in. such was the case with this image i captured on a trail just as the sun spread its wings.

come

inspired by:

Come/Lior Shoov

 

come

come back with me

let those shy eyes fall

as lips remember the taste

of that place

that glass city by the sea

where birds lent their wings

to kaleidoscope beams

oh how you’d chase

as you soared

high upon those rusty swings

 

come

come back with me

let us remember my love

what it meant to run wild

how it felt to be free

beyond a heavy heart

back to never ending dreams

where words glittered

as golden as your hair

painting tall tales upon the air

 

come

come back with me

where tears never knew the way

and the trees

those delicious story tellers

oh the worlds they’d use to splay

 

come

come back with me

to that glass city by the sea

where waves kissed you true

and getting lost in the rain

was where you remembered

all the parts of you

 

 

 

 

bloom

 

resilience

her never ending bloom

oh she has her cracks

where the wild things grow

and fault lines

only she knows

in shade she finds

a rebirth of cities

where archaic winds whisper

hold testaments along crooked stone

all that glitters is not always gold

they cry

they bemoan

yet she

in a secret garden

sinew among the weeds

 

 🌹Blackmill- Evil Beauty🌹

i often find tranquility among the blooms and funerary art within cemeteries. when i came upon this image the words naturally came. the attached song selection lends the journey to what my lens saw and my mind found. I hope you find it so too. Enjoy 🌹

I went totally ninja to capture this beauty hiding in the brush at a local trail I adore. I’m truly in love with the blue heron and always grateful to watch them in their element. Having my camera ready to capture the moment, always a bonus. I especially like this as you can see the water droplets from his beak and how he looks as if he’s swallowed the sun ☀️ I adore macro photography but lack the proper lens so when I can closely imitate it, I gleam.