While thumbing through articles on WordPress, I came across an author’s blog that immediately captured my attention. I read the author’s bio and discovered that he was a realtor who had an unusual practice not commonly seen in my part of the country. I was instantly drawn in.
Paul Hill, author of Lanes End, is a paranormal investigator who often investigates homes in the real estate market. As co-founder of a paranormal investigation group, Light in the Dark Paranormal, the group investigates suspected haunted places that include ghost towns and old mining sites in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. Educated with a degree in Experimental Psychology and a minor in Sociology, Paul approaches the paranormal with a healthy dose of skepticism but also recognizes his extraordinary gift of extrasensory perception.
His book, Lanes End, is a product of superb writing that takes you through every paranormal twist and turn you can fathom. It’s a combination of the author’s experiences as a paranormal investigator and a good dose of fiction, but the author’s finely weaved suspense will leave you wondering what’s real and what’s not. His use of alien abduction as a theme in the story serves as a backdrop with the addition of Odessa’s ghost. As a paranormal researcher and author of paranormal thrillers, I found Lanes End to be a story that I would want to read more than once. It’ll grab you fast and pull you in. One of my favorite lines in this book was….
“Many ghosts live in limbo for eternity, unaware of the passage of time and remembering their own tragic end as if it was yesterday. Some are rescued and move on to my world. Many do not. This is not to say there are not well-adjusted earthbound spirits, those who are relatively content with their station in the afterlife, perhaps as a guardian of the mortals or places they left.”
The book is convincing, regardless of its fictional story-line and characters, and I found much of the book’s content relative to the real world of paranormal research and the afterlife. Lanes End is a paranormal experience all its own and one that you won’t forget!
For more information about Paul’s research, find him here….
http://www.lightinthedarkparanormal.com/about.html
Signed copies of Lanes End are available here…
https://lightinthedarkparanormal.wordpress.com/the-lanes-end-project/
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The Mississippi Archaeology Association held its annual meeting on February 17-19, 2017. A couple of months ago, I discovered that history lovers like me could pay a small membership fee and be a part of excavations around the state. It was an exciting idea since my formal education in English and Art History did not include Archaeology. So I decided to join the association because I absolutely love history and secretly wish that I was Indiana Jones.
As the event neared, I became increasingly excited about hanging out with the friends of Indiana Jones. A roomful of archaeologists. People who study ancient cultures and dig up bones. It all seemed so cool, but I began to wonder about the ancient cultures and what might have been their superstitions or religious beliefs. Had they placed a curse upon any person who disturbs their grave? Would death certainly come to those guilty of the desecration of a dead man’s bed?
I enjoyed my time in the Archaeology museum on the campus of Mississippi State University, but I learned so much more at the lecture series the following day. Several professors, archaeologists, and graduate students participated in presentations that included intriguing finds all across the state. The people of ancient Mississippi were an indigenous culture of hunters. Nowadays, we never see a black bear or a cougar, but hundreds of years ago, these animals were common and plentiful in the region. The Native Americans treasured the black bear’s paws and often used the claw in jewelry making. Over the years, burial sites have been unearthed to find the skeletal remains of an Indian who once lived in a hut that stood over the site of their grave. Artifacts such as pottery, jewelry, and weaponry have been found beneath the soil surrounding former Native American villages, but as I listened to the speakers discussing these historic archaeological digs, images of a supernatural and superstitious culture filled my mind.
During a ten-minute break, I walked over to the snack table and began pouring myself a cup of coffee when I was joined by an archaeologist who claimed to have experienced the supernatural during some of his digs. He mentioned that the weather always seemed to turn volatile when a gravesite was disturbed. Often times, the rain would delay the excavation for days after unearthing human remains. One such event occurred after “rainmakers” were found by a group of kids who began to play and dance with the ancient rattles. Little did they know, they were literally “drumming” up a storm.
Remember the curse of King Tutankhamun? The opening of the Egyptian king’s tomb was reportedly the cause of several deaths. Although the alleged curse was considered nothing more than superstition to scientists, there are numerous accounts of disaster, bad luck, and even death that has struck after an ancient burial ground has been disturbed. Superstitions abound and warnings all demand the same adherence. “Never, ever build on land that is an ancient burial ground or suffer the consequences of the curse!” The same seems to go for digging up the past. Better leave it alone. And if you dig it up, you better put it back the way you found it!
Before the final presentation of the day, I wandered through the room searching for the Director of the Chickasaw Archaeology. (The Chickasaw Nation once inhabited the hills of North Mississippi) I was eager to speak with him because I wanted to tell him about the land that I currently live on. I’ve lived here for more than five years and recently discovered that the site was once a Native American village. Upon learning this, I concluded that the land’s history was the explanation that I had been seeking for a long time. It’s not unusual for me to live in haunted locations. I seem to find them no matter where I move. But this house was not old. And no one had died here. At least, not that I knew of.
I found Dr. Lieb and quickly introduced myself. We talked for a few minutes about the area in North Mississippi and the ghostly sightings that had been reported. As I continued to tell him about my experiences and the sighting of the white wolf, the director’s eyes grew large and he replied, “That’s not the first time that someone has reported these things.”
I gasped and stepped back. Unbelievable. And what about the apparition of the woman walking across the highway near the airport? For years, I had heard that Indian artifacts had been unearthed during a construction project there until the director informed me that something much more sacred had been found in the area. I listened intently, holding my breath with anticipation as I heard him say, “The body of an Indian woman was unearthed in the location you are speaking about.”
A chill crawled from the bottom of my heels to the top of my head like fingernails raking across my body as I began to realize exactly where I was living. And why did my kids keep finding mounds of mussel shells near our yard? According to the friends of Indiana Jones, the natives had many feasts here, and my house was situated close to the “trash mound”. Could my house be situated over a native’s final resting place? Could that be the reason that I continue to experience paranormal phenomena here? Maybe so, but I will probably NEVER have the courage to disturb an ancient grave and risk suffering the consequences of its supernatural curse. Although I admire archaeologists and their work, I will admit that living with a ghost is one thing. Getting rid of an ancient curse? Better call your local shaman.
Suggested reading~ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curse_of_the_pharaohs
A few years ago when the first edition of my book The Haunting of Natalie Bradford was released, I was invited to speak at a local library during their monthly “Luncheon with Books” event. I was happy to oblige especially since the city that I would be visiting was on my “To Research List”. I remember walking into the reception area to see that it was already full of people without an empty seat in the room. After an hour of lecture about all things ghostly and supernatural, I signed books and visited with many people curious about my research. I then began packing up my things when one of the librarians stopped me and proceeded to tell me about a local man whom she thought I might be interested in researching. I remember her saying that he lived during the 20th century and that he had a “gift” of being able to find lost objects. She went on to say that he was somewhat of a local celebrity, and she had a newspaper file on him if I would be interested in seeing it. It piqued my interest for a moment, and I nodded affirming that I would follow up in the future.
The months wore on as I became engrossed in other writing projects, mainly the second book in the Bradford series and then my latest release, The Phoenix Mission. Although the librarian’s suggestion stuck in the back of my mind, I had no idea just how intriguing this “local celebrity” would become.
Just a few weeks ago, I pulled out my planning workbook and studied my list of projects. I had jotted a few notes down about the psychic from Mississippi who could find lost objects. Since my main character, Seth Phoenix (The Phoenix Mission) was based on this same type of phenomena, I decided this might be worth pursuing. I then put together a folder and binder for this project leaving the labels blank and jumped in my SUV. Thirty minutes later, I pulled into the Pontotoc County Library where Regina had already pulled the files that I needed.
I sat down and began thumbing through the newspaper articles. I scanned the pages looking for content that might prove the man’s gift of ESP or Clairvoyance. To my surprise, this man known as Seymour Prater went far beyond finding lost objects. Yes, he was a 20th century prophet with uncanny similarities to another modern day psychic known as the Sleeping Prophet, Edgar Cayce. And while Edgar Cayce was healing the sick through his sleeping visions and revelations, Seymour Prater was “seeing” the past in the present and even identifying a man’s killer.
I immediately became mesmerized by the stories of Seymour Prater. How did he do it? What was this gift that he had? He had the extraordinary gift of Clairvoyance. Although we all have gifts, most people aren’t aware of these specialties and even more unaware of how to develop them. Clairvoyance is the alleged ability to gain information about an object, person, location or physical event through extrasensory perception. A person who has this ability is called a clairvoyant (“one who sees clearly”). Hundreds of people seeking answers visited Mr. Prater in Mississippi during his lifetime. When asked to help locate a lost object or solve a mystery, Mr. Prater would usually place his hands over his eyes for a moment while he sat quietly considering the question. He then responded with the same introduction each time, “I see, I see….”
As I continued my research of Mr. Prater, I came across a story that stood apart from the rest. A story about a deaf man, beaten and killed in his store on January 3, 1931. His dead body lay in a pool of blood against the hard wood floor. The man’s corpse lay on his side still clutching a piece of peppermint candy in his hand. The densely populated town quickly began to talk about the “Floyd Place” and the haunting of Mr. Floyd. Soon the whole town was scared to walk past the property where Arthur Floyd had been attacked in the late evening hours. The Floyd family and local police struggled to find answers as the trail to finding the killer remained cold. The Floyds had run out of ideas until they decided to consult the psychic from Pontotoc County. And when Seymour Prater closed his eyes this time, images of the murder flashed before him as he began to track a killer through the eyes of a clairvoyant…
L. Sydney Fisher, #1 Amazon Bestselling Author, Thrillers & Suspense 