Weird shit.

Wednesday, 4 February 2009 10:18 pm
rosiedoes: (Mood: Spaced)
Okay - this is a weird one, but I wanted to show Julie a story I've read in books over the years, about how (I believe in the 1970s) a mystery voice interrupted transmissions on British TVs, claiming to be an Extraterrestrial Entity warning of our doom over what we were doing to the planet. There was some debate about whether it was a prank or not.

Does anyone know anything about this? I'm obviously not Googling the right terms.

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Monday, 27 October 2008 08:17 am
rosiedoes: (Default)
I feel strangely alive today.

I woke up a little early to glorious yelow sunshine. It's cold out, but everything seems so vividly colourful.

I'm also listening to Spitalfield, who are rapidly becoming one of my favourite bands.

The ghost has a new trick, incidentally. This morning before six the door opened, as I've become used to and I deliberately thought, "fuck off, I'm not closing it this time."

When I woke up again at 6.15 the door was closed. And I'm 100% sure I didn't dream it opening or get out of bed myself.

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Thursday, 23 October 2008 01:09 pm
rosiedoes: (Default)
2.30 this morning my door burst open again. Told whoever it was to go away, and then finally ot out of bed to close it.

Anyone want to come stay over this weekend?

DX

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Tuesday, 21 October 2008 09:52 pm
rosiedoes: (Mood: Shocking)
Remember my post about how my bedroom door keeps opening and how we heard footsteps coming up the stairs?

Julie just went to her room to get changed for bed and found a purple disposable lighter covered in bird shit and with a feather shoved in it, on her bed.



The windows in the house are all closed and have been since at least last night. The balcony door hasn't been opened in weeks.

We looked for any sign of a bird or animal which may have brought it in, but there is not sign at all.

I find it hard to imagine that people don't already know this, but I'm straight edge. Julie is straight edge. Matte, the only other person who has been in the house in weeks, is straight edge. The only lighter which has been on the premises is my silver snowflake Zippo, from my X2 fandom days.

There is no reason and no way a lighter like this would be in the house, never mind on her bed.

It's seriously weird.

We can't explain this.

And from Thursday I'm going to be in the house on my own for four days over the weekend. Oh, yay.

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Tuesday, 14 October 2008 12:24 am
rosiedoes: (Mood: Spookered)
I don't think I've mentioned this, yet, but Julie and I have been having some really weir experiences, since we moved in. Aside from screwing [flat-pack furniture] an awful lot.

Basically, my bedroom door opens itself. I have witnessed this. Julie has witnessed this. Julie's mum has witnessed this. All of a sudden it will just pop open. Quite often, I'm woken to it opening, as if someone is coming in to get me up in the morning.

Now, I get up before Julie, and many times she has still been asleep when it occured. Other times, like the first time and tonight, we have both been laying on our beds in our respective rooms.

Today, unusually, my bedroom window is open. Usually when this happens, all the windows are closed. We've always assumed it was a weird Old House Thing. Y'know: someone steps on a floorboard, or whatever. Except, as I said - it happens when we're motionless and we haven't been able to replicate it by moving around the house.

Well. JUST NOW, while we were both in our rooms, laying down on our beds, we both DISTINCTLY HEARD footsteps - which sounded like they were coming up the stairs to me, and walking across the ceiling to Julie - and then my door burst open again.

:| I cannot explain this.

We've tried ruling out the footsteps we've been hearing as being our neighbours, but this is a pretty weird coincidence. There was no breeze from my window, as it's a pretty still night, here, and even so it happens when the window is closed.

I'm starting to think we're sharing with someone else...

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Sunday, 27 July 2008 07:40 pm
rosiedoes: (FOB: STFU)
Sceptics are such morons.

I cannot STAND people who think they're so smart that their opinion is clearly fact - especially when it comes to stuff I know a fuckload more about than they do.

Someone on [livejournal.com profile] little_details asked about the psychic bonds between twins, and [livejournal.com profile] kutsuwamushi told them, "If you don't want your story to contain any magic or supernatural phenomena, then no -- the second twin won't feel the pain of the first twin. That doesn't happen in the real world, although it's a popular topic for shows about the paranormal."

I promptly left just a few examples of anecdotes on a website for twins in which people who stand to gain absolutely nothing talk about their experiences - including instances where one twin has been injured and the other has developed bruises or a sympathy nosebleed.

Of course, some other wanker wades in with their, "People do it for attention/are hypochondriacs" argument, and the first person I responded to says, "There's no proof, therefore it's not real."

I'm sorry but NO. You cannot disprove something by absence of evidence. It doesn't work like that. And as someone who is psychic, gains nothing whatsoever from it, except perhaps the risk of ridicule, but has had proof of their 'skills' or whatever you want to call them, authenticated by people she has never met before and can never have known anything about, I can tell you categorically, that there are some things you just cannot explain. Not when you're the person they're happening to, the person witnessing them, or the person corroborating them.

I can't explain how I drew pictures of former residents of a house before I'd even stepped through the door, had precisely NO idea of the history of, and even inside found no images of (they were all in storage while the building was renovated). I have no idea how months before going - before I even knew the building existed or that I would ever go there - I managed to draw a picture of the building as it was a couple of hundred years before. I have no idea how I could name the previous residents of another building I'd never known existed. I have no idea how the man sitting next to me on the first day of my psychic development group could describe my living room, even though we'd never met - but I do know that it freaked him out so much he never showed up again.

I can't explain those things with normal science, therefore I have to assume that there's something else that we don't understand yet - rather than writing the whole thing off just because modern science doesn't have an answer. There are things we understand now that even decades ago people would have freaked out about. I pity the kind of idiots who are so closed minded that they 'know' something that cannot be disproved doesn't exist. Why would you close yourself off to that? Where is the harm in saying, "I don't know, but I don't believe"? Why does it have to be, "No, it doesn't exist because I haven't seen proof"?

Losers. I hope one day they spontaneously combust, which would be delightfully ironic, because they probably don't believe in that, either.

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Monday, 25 February 2008 01:19 am
rosiedoes: (Mood: Fear)
Last night at the Viaduct Tavern. I'm in this one.

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Sunday, 24 February 2008 06:35 am
rosiedoes: (Mood: Spookered)
This video is incredibly odd. It's called 'The Ghost Car' and is from one of those 'World's Scariest Police Videos' programmes.

I cannot explain it, and neither can they.

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Thursday, 17 January 2008 08:00 pm
rosiedoes: (Planes: Falling)
Today, a plane crash-landed at Heathrow.

A few days ago, I made this post about dreaming of a plane crash-landing. Mine exploded, luckily, the one at Heathrow didn't.

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Thursday, 15 November 2007 12:21 am
rosiedoes: (Mood: Spookered)
Polts are at it again.

I just took some wet laudry out of the machine and carried it into my bedroom to hang up to dry. I walked back down to the living room, and there is a wet sock laying flat out on the kitchen counter.

Mapie is out.
Viv is out.
Love is in his bedroom.
Gabriel walked in as I found it.

WHO MOVED THE SOCK?

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Sunday, 21 October 2007 02:54 pm
rosiedoes: (Mood: Fear)
So, last night they had me leading one of the teams on the investigation.

I've never flown solo before - I usually work with Steve, who is a really experienced psychic. It was weird. I know basically what I'm doing - and I was getting a hell of a lot of names coming up. We also had an incident where my little group were in a really creepy section of the building and heard two women talking. We walked into the room the voices were coming from, honestly believing that two people from the oher team were there sitting in there.

The room was empty.

All of us heard it, but no one was there.

Not sure how I feel about doing them on my own. I felt a bit vulnerable, really. I much prefer to work with Steve, as I'm scared of the dark and I can't exactly turn to the punters when I freak out.

O_o

*WIBBLE*

That said, Ian has some awesome stuff planned for next year. I can't wait for that.

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Tuesday, 31 July 2007 03:31 pm
rosiedoes: (Mood: Spookered)
So, some of you (most of you?) know that I'm a ghostbuster psychic artist and team co-leader for London Paranormal Society.

Well, my regular co-psychic/team leader, Steve, has set up a YouTube account for LPS, which includes some of his own UFO footage and a 17 second piece of a chair infront of a locked off camera moving by itself. The team (I was absent, but that's Steve's voice) were at the other end of the room at the time.

Check it out.

Weird.

Monday, 9 April 2007 03:19 am
rosiedoes: (Mood: Fear)
This picture scares the shit out of me. Know why? I took this yesterday morning and have just uploaded it.



Look at my eyes. Beautiful shade of grey-green, aren't they? Really pretty.

Well. There's a problem with that: MY EYES ARE DARK BROWN. What in the name of holy fuck happened?!

Who ya gonna call?

Sunday, 4 March 2007 10:27 pm
rosiedoes: (Mood: Spookered)
Last night was pretty impressive.

I can't be bothered to go into full details. I picked up on a lot and did a couple of pictures; one of a man we called Billy who had drowned in a car crash on the way to work and a black lady named Anna who had been involved with a senior member of the government in the early 50s.

I saw a lot, too. Full-body shadow beings, primarily.

There was a fucking hilarious moment when my team walked into the Operations floor, expecting to be alone, me in the lead, and ahead of me I suddenly see a black figure walk out of the gents.

I gave a tiny, "Wuh!" of surprise, but immediately realised it was a member of another group.

The women behind me went, "WAAAH!" because I went "Wuh!"

For some entirely unknown reason, we all then went, "WaaaaaAAAAAAAAaaaaaRGH!!!" in terror.

Shortly thereafter, we all fell over laughing.

We also all went out and watched the lunar eclipse, in the middle of the Essex countryside, which was nice.

I got home at 6.30am, got up just after noon, and resultantly, I'm exhausted now. I have work tomorrow. WAH. (WaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaagh!)

Less than three weeks to Vancouver, though. WOO!
rosiedoes: (Mood: Spookered)
So. Stuff, then.

Went on a Paranormal Investigation on Saturday/Sunday at the Clink Prison museum. By a weird fluke, the curator was someone I remembered from primary school. It was very strange. I walked home with Steve, who used to be in the Gay Psychics thing with me and Ian (Steve was one of the team leaders on the day) and the walk back to Trafalgar Square was fricking bizarre.

While we were in there, it had rained enough for drains to flood. We walked back along Embankment and at one point distinctly heard the sound of footsteps running along wet pavement behind us. I turned around and there was no one there. We kept walking. As we got to Cleopatra's Needle we were talking casually, as psychics are wont to do, about the ghost stories associated with the area - in particular the naked man said to bolt across the road and launch himself into the Thames, where he's said to have drowned. Imagine the looks on our faces, then, as, just as we reached the western edge, there was a colossal splash.

Something like: O.O

It was one freaky-ass experience. Especially when we then we were shortly gifted with a thunderstorm.

Anyway: Ian just asked me to join them at Kelvedon Hatch, as a member of the team. He'd already acted as if I was a member of the group at The Clink - advising people to come to me to close down from the meditation we'd started with, if they needed to leave for any reason (I know fuck all about Chakras and hate meditation because I'm too restless, so that was a bit of a shock - I'd better do some reading up). Today he emailed me and said he loves my psychic drawing (read: my scribbling) and asked if I wanted to come along as a member of the team. They're trying to sort out transport, so I said yes.

I'm officially a Ghostbuster again. Well. I've got the bust, they've got the ghosts, so...

I wanted to go to Kelvedon Hatch when Ian first announced it. It's one scary-ass place, from what I've heard. It's where the country would have been run from if the world have come to nuclear war. During the contruction of the place, it's said that a man fell into the cement. He's still there. Or, what's left of him is. People have paid to spend a week living down there and not lasted a night. It's one scary-ass place... I don't know if I mentioned that. However, that's all I know about the place. I don't know whether to read up on it or not - I don't want to taint my perception of the place, but I don't want to go in blind. I'll think about it.






The other stuff I felt like mentioning was a realisation I came to yesterday, while considering the fact that Valentine's Day approaches apace... More depressing even than unrequited love at this time of year, is a life so fucking lonely than there isn't even anyone you want to send a card to.

Random,

Saturday, 13 January 2007 05:39 pm
rosiedoes: (Mood: Spookered)
Both my Hammersmith Fall Out Boy tickets and my FueledByRamen 'FALL OUT BOY IS A GANG' t-shirt arrived today!

W00t!

I ♥ Fueled By Ramen. I also love that the dollar is worth so little, lately, because it means everything I buy is half price. AND they take Paypal.

FTW.

Feeling a bit better today. I slept over 12 hours and only got up at half four. Now I'm watching "A Castle in the Country" which is about Glamis (pronounced GLAHM-z), in Scotland - my favourite castle, and supposedly one of the most haunted buildings in the world. The Queen Mother was raised there, and she hated the Blue Room, which is allegedly one of the worst for paranormal disturbances. It's riddled with secret rooms and was once supposed to house the badly deformed son of one of the Lairds. He was such an embarrassment they hid him away, but there is a portrait of him with the boy by his side in one ofthe rooms. I believe the child's skin is a greenish hue (it's a long time since I had my books on the matter).

So: your random fact for the day, there.





I want noodles.

Feck.

Monday, 23 October 2006 10:39 pm
rosiedoes: (Mood: Spookered)
Laptop is still here. DHL didn't bother showing up. This means one of two things: they will turn up unannounced tomorrow, or I will have to rearrange to have it picked up next week, if I can get the time off.

A laptop stuck open at 90(wobbly)° does not travel well, so I can't get them to pick it up from me at work.

Poor Dushyant was very apologetic when he phoned to make sure the collection had been made. I assured him it was alright and that I knew it wasn't their fault.

However, he's still calling me Miss Nakasha. Which isn't my surname, but a wild mispronunciation thereof.

Rushed off to psychic development and did another seance.

All I'm saying is 'Well, fuck.' which won't mean anything to you, but it does to me. O_o Oh yeah.

Must learn to trust myself.

Well, fuck.

Monday, 16 October 2006 09:32 pm
rosiedoes: (Mood: Spirit)
So, after the fandango with my charger, the right-hand hinge on my laptop has snapped internally.

This means I can't close my monitor, and the hinge itself is pushing the plastic away from the screen.

Joy. This is just what I need.

I wonder how much Dell are going to charge me to fix it.



Also, there was Psychic Development and it all went weird and oh dear God, I think I'm on the travelator like you get at the airport. And walking.

This is some weird, weird shit.
rosiedoes: (Me: Popart)
Have been in touch with Dell. They are sending me a new adaptor. WOOHOO!

Not sure how soon, but if I remember correctly it was within a couple of days, last time. Desperately hope it's dispatched today. Surely they have those premade, right?

In other news: Psychic Development last night was Of The Awesome. Apparently, I'm good when it comes to the ghostlies, even if I could read your biography and not be able to tell you fuck all about yourself (unless you're a little-known actor and probably based in Vancouver).

Also: Tim Matthews (#3 in the TCO network) has a website, but just for his music. KWEET! ♥

Also also: Still nothing from Boyan. :( I dunno... you try to do someone a favour...

ALSO also also: it's my birthday nine days after [livejournal.com profile] anw's (making it 26th November). Far be it from me to steal his decadial thunder, but what do you bitches fancy doing? I'll take suggestions and then do a poll at a later date. My birthday this year, my 24th I'm not ashamed to say, falls on the Sunday immediately before the Monday when I get paid. Which bites. However, would people like to go out for a nice, quiet drink or dinner on the Saturday and then celebrate proper the weekend after? The choice is yours.

Pimp in comments. Danke.

DIE FUCKER DIE.

Thursday, 10 August 2006 12:25 pm
rosiedoes: (Mood: Shocking)
Two things:

I just almost got hit bit a motorbike. My hands are shaking and I actually screamed. Literally, if I had stepped forward half a second earlier I would be dead by now. He was speeding down the outside of the traffic, which was stopped at the lights and Elly and I were crossing between a car and a bus. He came out of nowhere, way too fast, and had to slam his breaks on. Then had the audacity to tell me to cross at a crossing. I was crossing at a fucking crossing! I gave him a mouthful. He called me fat. I wished him dead. And sincerely meant it.

I hope the fucker dies before he has a chance to kill someone else. Like the motorcyclist who killed my friend Bob when he was seventeen.

Fucker.

The other thing was the alarming news about the halted attacks, this morning. I wondered why I kept hallucinating that any passenger plane I saw was exploding.

Goddamn precognition*!

I thought I was having some really fucked up desire to be involved in one of those things!

Oh yeah - and a third thing: I have been swapped into another role for the play-reading. I'm playing Bella, now.


*Listen, sceptics - it makes me feel better. Let me believe it. The alternative is that I am seriously fucked up, okay?

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