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Another View: Searching for the ghosts ghost-17
::runghost
www.auburnjournal.com/article/11/01/16/another-view-searching-ghosts
Editor’s note: Though Halloween has just passed, we thought our readers would enjoy this seasonal column by Carol Feineman, editor of Gold Country’s Lincoln News Messenger.
I’ve always been a sucker for ghost stories and séances.
My favorite part of sleep-away camp was when we would call for spirits to visit as we sat in a circle around a wildly-dancing candle flame.
For the last 20 years, I’ve experienced the occasional tap on my back or a touch on my hand while alone in the kitchen or watching TV.
I’ve always been fascinated with the paranormal world and wanted to know more. But my more logical peers would tell me what appears ghostly can always be explained away by science or coincidence.
So I’ve kept quiet about the subject because I don’t want others to think I’m crazy.
That was, until 2006, when I worked at the Colfax Record and wrote a story about weird activity in our office, which was a charming old home in downtown Colfax.
Tuesdays were busy for my editorial assistant and me as it was the day before the weekly paper was printed. We had a steady stream of visitors, bringing in story ideas and photos at the last minute that just had to run the next day.
We also believed we had an extra-special visitor every Tuesday, the late editor who unfortunately had a fatal heart attack in the building a few years prior. We knew he was there because a roll of toilet paper would mysteriously appear in the toilet bowl sometime during Tuesday.
Not any other day of the week.
Just Tuesdays.
The late editor had a great sense of humor. We assumed that he was just trying to make us laugh and take some stress away from our long Tuesdays.
And once, when we were debating whether to run a certain story about a resident he had liked, my editorial assistant’s glasses were knocked off her face.
As in a wind blowing them off.
But there was no wind. Our windows and doors were closed. And she and I were the only ones in the office.
So I wrote about our strange activity, expecting a backlash from readers telling me to stick to real subjects. And yet we received an outpouring of letters from readers sharing their own experiences and it was fun to think about, “What if …” for the next few weeks.
Then we dealt with some timely issues and our ghost interest tapered off.
I’ve been thinking more about this subject since Beermann’s Restaurant reopened this summer in downtown Lincoln and some residents are talking about ghosts there. And it piqued my interest again in the “What if…” possibilities of ghosts roaming the three-story building.
For this week’s front-page Beermann’s story in the Lincoln News-Messenger, I looked forward to spending three nights the last two weeks to find the ghosts that many longtime Lincoln residents fondly talk about.
My friend, Sparky, told me to talk encouragingly to the spirits. Reporter Carol Percy, there to take the photos on page 1 and page 10, gave me angel protection oil.
However, the spirits didn’t find me, no matter how nicely I asked them.
But Beermann’s servers, managers, the executive chef and customers had no trouble connecting with the ghosts. That included being tapped on their backs, having their hair pulled, seeing plates break, among other pranks, when no one else was visible.
Even my husband, during his Wednesday music gig two weeks ago at Beermann’s second-floor ballroom, unexpectedly interacted with a presence. That’s when something forcibly pushed his guitar pick out of his hand and it flew halfway across the stage and boomeranged back to his feet. Jerry told the audience that had never happened before to him.
I ran to the stage where Jerry stood. Yet I didn’t see anything unusual or feel anyone trying to send me a message.
Whatever level of psychic ability I once had was gone. I was frustrated because everyone else was running into the ghostly activity, without even trying.
My third time at Beermann’s last Wednesday, customers were being tapped on their shoulders.
But again, not me.
So I gave up finding any activity and I decided to instead just listen to the last 30 minutes of the music.
And then, when my husband played the high-energy “Up Town Funk” song, I saw evidence of my first Beermann’s ghost! It was a fierce, bright and bold light that raced across the dance floor, followed by a series of smaller, softer bouncing light.
Everyone else on the dance floor saw the light and excitedly watched its movement. We all oohed and aahed when the light appeared again during the next song.
I described the lights Monday to psychic medium Cheryl Booth from Southern California, who told me the lights were definitely ghostly.
“It feels like something the spirits wanted to join in because the energy level was high. We are electro-magnetic beings when we’re here,” Booth said. “They come from a light frequency, like the rainbow. The fact that everyone was having fun, music is right-brained, it’s more close to the type of energy that attracts positive beings.”
Last week, I sent Booth photos that reporter Carol Percy and I took at Beermann’s two weeks ago. I was amazed that within 10 minutes, Booth emailed me back her observations of spirits in the pictures. Those observations were in sync with what employees told me in today’s front-page story on Beermann’s.
Booth also mentioned that, 20 years ago, individuals were afraid that others would make fun of them for seeing ghosts. But that is no longer the case, Booth indicated.
And that’s positive because we should try to learn as much as we can about the world around us, both what we can see and what we can’t see.
Maybe the next time my husband plays, the ghosts will join us upstairs for more than two dances. I like sharing the dance floor with them.
I’ve always been a sucker for ghost stories and séances.
My favorite part of sleep-away camp was when we would call for spirits to visit as we sat in a circle around a wildly-dancing candle flame.
For the last 20 years, I’ve experienced the occasional tap on my back or a touch on my hand while alone in the kitchen or watching TV.
I’ve always been fascinated with the paranormal world and wanted to know more. But my more logical peers would tell me what appears ghostly can always be explained away by science or coincidence.
So I’ve kept quiet about the subject because I don’t want others to think I’m crazy.
That was, until 2006, when I worked at the Colfax Record and wrote a story about weird activity in our office, which was a charming old home in downtown Colfax.
Tuesdays were busy for my editorial assistant and me as it was the day before the weekly paper was printed. We had a steady stream of visitors, bringing in story ideas and photos at the last minute that just had to run the next day.
We also believed we had an extra-special visitor every Tuesday, the late editor who unfortunately had a fatal heart attack in the building a few years prior. We knew he was there because a roll of toilet paper would mysteriously appear in the toilet bowl sometime during Tuesday.
Not any other day of the week.
Just Tuesdays.
The late editor had a great sense of humor. We assumed that he was just trying to make us laugh and take some stress away from our long Tuesdays.
And once, when we were debating whether to run a certain story about a resident he had liked, my editorial assistant’s glasses were knocked off her face.
As in a wind blowing them off.
But there was no wind. Our windows and doors were closed. And she and I were the only ones in the office.
So I wrote about our strange activity, expecting a backlash from readers telling me to stick to real subjects. And yet we received an outpouring of letters from readers sharing their own experiences and it was fun to think about, “What if …” for the next few weeks.
Then we dealt with some timely issues and our ghost interest tapered off.
I’ve been thinking more about this subject since Beermann’s Restaurant reopened this summer in downtown Lincoln and some residents are talking about ghosts there. And it piqued my interest again in the “What if…” possibilities of ghosts roaming the three-story building.
For this week’s front-page Beermann’s story in the Lincoln News-Messenger, I looked forward to spending three nights the last two weeks to find the ghosts that many longtime Lincoln residents fondly talk about.
My friend, Sparky, told me to talk encouragingly to the spirits. Reporter Carol Percy, there to take the photos on page 1 and page 10, gave me angel protection oil.
However, the spirits didn’t find me, no matter how nicely I asked them.
But Beermann’s servers, managers, the executive chef and customers had no trouble connecting with the ghosts. That included being tapped on their backs, having their hair pulled, seeing plates break, among other pranks, when no one else was visible.
Even my husband, during his Wednesday music gig two weeks ago at Beermann’s second-floor ballroom, unexpectedly interacted with a presence. That’s when something forcibly pushed his guitar pick out of his hand and it flew halfway across the stage and boomeranged back to his feet. Jerry told the audience that had never happened before to him.
I ran to the stage where Jerry stood. Yet I didn’t see anything unusual or feel anyone trying to send me a message.
Whatever level of psychic ability I once had was gone. I was frustrated because everyone else was running into the ghostly activity, without even trying.
My third time at Beermann’s last Wednesday, customers were being tapped on their shoulders.
But again, not me.
So I gave up finding any activity and I decided to instead just listen to the last 30 minutes of the music.
And then, when my husband played the high-energy “Up Town Funk” song, I saw evidence of my first Beermann’s ghost! It was a fierce, bright and bold light that raced across the dance floor, followed by a series of smaller, softer bouncing light.
Everyone else on the dance floor saw the light and excitedly watched its movement. We all oohed and aahed when the light appeared again during the next song.
I described the lights Monday to psychic medium Cheryl Booth from Southern California, who told me the lights were definitely ghostly.
“It feels like something the spirits wanted to join in because the energy level was high. We are electro-magnetic beings when we’re here,” Booth said. “They come from a light frequency, like the rainbow. The fact that everyone was having fun, music is right-brained, it’s more close to the type of energy that attracts positive beings.”
Last week, I sent Booth photos that reporter Carol Percy and I took at Beermann’s two weeks ago. I was amazed that within 10 minutes, Booth emailed me back her observations of spirits in the pictures. Those observations were in sync with what employees told me in today’s front-page story on Beermann’s.
Booth also mentioned that, 20 years ago, individuals were afraid that others would make fun of them for seeing ghosts. But that is no longer the case, Booth indicated.
And that’s positive because we should try to learn as much as we can about the world around us, both what we can see and what we can’t see.
Maybe the next time my husband plays, the ghosts will join us upstairs for more than two dances. I like sharing the dance floor with them.
::runghost
www.auburnjournal.com/article/11/01/16/another-view-searching-ghosts