This Is Not A Democracy

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.

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.

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 little_details asked about the psychic bonds between twins, and 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.

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.

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?

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.

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!

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.

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.

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?