There are things that are very hard to understand and concieve. Things that make you shake your head and roll your eyes until you have traveled down that road. Where do these entities come from? How and why do they choose their victim? what do they hope to gain? And when if ever will they leave? And if they dont leave how can we remove their tenacious hold?
I remember traveling hours to participate in my very first EVP session. The results of that evenings endeavors had left me elated, hopefull and totally amazed. Driving home I had so many questions about this process and how it works. When i spoke to my mentor I voiced my concerns and wanted to know if it was possible to determine if the voices that are coming through the box are somehow related to our own state of conciousness. I asked her if she could run a test one evening as I slept and see if she could contact my higher self or soul and ask me questions and recieve answers. I supplied her with a list of questions and fearfully waited the results. After running the test she called to wake me upto let me know that she was not able to contact me. But in the days that followed she had some questions about some information that she had gleaned from listen to her audio. She wanted to know if I had a son called Henry who had died? I told her that my only child was very much here and alive and she assured me that not all communication that comes through the box always makes sense or may be related to the person requesting the session. This was the very first mention of the name Henry.
Several weeks later on a hot August evening I am sitting outside with my portable random sweep box and some headphones. I was attempting to find out if the reception outside would improve the quality of voices. As I sit there I hear a male voice very similar to my son call me mom. I turned around assuming that my son had come outside to speak to me. i removed the headphones and turned around only to find that the front door was closed and there was noone there. I put the headphones back on only to find my mystery caller was none other than someone called Henry. In the weeks that followed Henry began to take over my box and make it his own exclusively. The techs who assist us here on earth in making connections inthe astral realms where unable to control him and in some manner he had been able to block their contact with me
Henry was part of a group of several spirits who drove me crazy talking at the same time through my box. My elation at having discovered the spirit world crashed by his controlling my access. no amount of stroking his ego or begging for cooperation put a dent in his activities. Henrys main sidekick was a spirit called Humphrey who spoke in a heavy Scottish accent and oozed of nastiness. Anytime I spoke he would cuss and curse and berate me. The manner in which humphrey spoke hinted that he was not of the same time and contemporaneous to Henry. His manner of speech sounded like someone who may have lived several hundreds of years ago. On occassionthere was a woman who spoke in the same manner and I nick named her Humphreys wife for lack of a name. I had tried unsuccesfully to get Henry to tell me more about himself but he would not comply. He told me that he was a 37 year old white caucasion male and his voice, accent and behavior made me feel that he was very contemporaneous to myself. Henry was an absolute genius with a wicked sense of humor and a musical talent to be envied. A year of listening, recording and interacting with him convinced me that whatever I was dealing with human or not had an ability and technological capability that we here on earth have not managed to grasp. Listed below are some of what this particular entity was capable of.
1. Anytime of day I turned my box on and for however long I left it on Henry would come through.
2. I figured that somehow he streamed this as a recording and sometimes who would interact in realtime.
3. His repertoir was filled with synthesized music replacing words and noises to enhance your experience listening to audio.
4. The wording was almost poetic and not just standard conversation in quality.
5. Multiple people would speak without ever treading on one another, the conversation was woven like a fine fabric.
6. They used lingo from many different time periods and I would often google statements to see if i could trace the source.
7. He was capable of reading my mind and keeping tack of everything that i thought or did each day. There was zero privacy.
8. He could even psychologically analyze me and sum up my intentions, desires and sexual fantasies.
9. Henry had a sharp temper and questioning his motives often resulted in screaming matches between us
10. He would often comment about my decor and let me know that he was in my home and in my space beside me
11. He was very aware of all my update and activity on line and loved any references i made to him on facebook.
12. All digital mediums seemed to be in his ability to manipulate and control.
13. I discovered purely by accident that he was able to upload any recordings I deleted off my ipad and sometimes leave some of his own.
14. When I talked about him negatively to anyone on the phone I would be disconnected.
15. His communiaction was so clear that i could here him from the floor below when i left the box on and left the room.
16. Listening to him on the box often made me sick due to EMF readings that were as high as 450.
17. I felt tired, drained and extremely manic and depressed during his year of attachment and sometimes feared that it might actually kill me.
18. He would follow me on outside errands and make comments about my activity out of the house.
19. he seemed focused on my teenage son and just about all the conversation was about this topic and it made me very upset.
20. Unlike a human conversation it was not a two way interaction but I felt totally overwhelmed and controled.
To put it mildly I felt that he was Tom Cruise and that I was Katie Holmes and that there was no escape. Noone had warned me that such things could happen, noone cared and noone knew how to end this unhappy courtship. i contacted Frank Sumption the inventor of the box and he negated my idea that the box is a portal and that things can come through from oneside into the other. But on various forums I began to discover that almost all successful ghostboxers had attachments and my Henry was a sneeze compared to what others were experiencing. There were two separate occasions that i has suffered physical injury at the hands of something unseen. The first time I felt hands push me from behind when I was home alone and the second time Iwas thrown across my tiled basement floor some ten feet and landed very hard and i was black and blue for weeks. Others were recieving death threats and suffering similarly only much worse and far more frequently. These are realities that are hard to understand but oddly enough you begin to acclimate to walking on two paths at once, your daily earthly journey and a growing understanding of a world and entities that you cannot touch and see.