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Missing photos from Live interview with Insane Asylum of manifestation in the room the bone was found in.

Tonight’s Live interview with Insane Asylum, Utterly Insane Productions:

We went over a variety of topics, mostly going over some of my past experiences which are mostly already written about here on this blog. However, if you are part of the PARAflixx and watched the after-air content we were trying to upload these images that apparently did not want to be seen… either that or it was just plain internet interference. Here on the island either explanation could be true.

Here are the photos we were referring to. They were taken when our handyman was doing work on the foundation and I went down to snap photos.

In the first, you see a round light anomaly, but in the second it has transformed into a tube-like shape. In all my years of my own investigations as well as watching such credible shows such as Ghost Adventures, I have never seen this type of manifestation before. It was taken nearly seconds after the first.

Here they are:

It’s been confirmed, occult members once lived here.

After the discovery of the bone, the activity has ramped up like crazy.

Then, about two weeks ago, we needed to have some work done on the foundation in that huge, dirt-floored crawlspace room. With the freshwater ravine running along and under the house we get a lot of moisture and groundwater that flows towards the house as they built it on the lower part of the property, not a higher area like usual.

When our contractor was down there working on it he kept hearing a female voice saying “what are you doing?” He thought it was me until he called out to me and got no response. I was upstairs and had music on to drown out the random noises and disturbances that come with any alteration to the house or property. He was so freaked out that he finished up for the day. He mentioned how nervous he was to have to go down there again to finish up, and later on called me with the complaint of feeling like he was gagging on dirt. This wasn’t the first time this happened either. When I dug up the bone, even wearing a respirator, I could taste dirt in my mouth. For hours I felt like it was in my throat, and could find nothing to overpower or make the taste go away.

That night, he got a call from the last owner who was sent photos of the back deck rebuild he just finished, and the work that was being done on the foundation. I don’t know how it came up, but she said something to the tune of, oh I’m so sorry you have to work down in that horrible room.

Finally! an opportunity to get some legit information on the house, and a chance to hopefully shed light on some of the more “unique aspects” of its design, and outside decor. Here I am referring to the 103 cement blocks (that are only placed on the walkway up, and at each entrance to the house, even the garage) that are adorned with rock colour patterns, mixed symbolism from all parts of the world including Japanese characters, Celtic symbols, a German headstone, as well as many others we cannot identify even after 2 years of trying. Also the 7 different roof angles, the several small structures on the property, and most of all that creepy room with energy so thick it feels like your walking through a thick, heavy, fog of unnerving negative energy.

He asked her if my suspicions of how many others rented it before we rented to buy, as we get mail for 7 different people no longer living here. Apparently, we are the first people to stay the longest since 1999 when the additions were added. The original structure she said was built in the ’70s and that she had found out that Occult members occupied the house after construction before her husband bought it and left it to her. She was told by neighbors that it was indeed true, and when moving in they found a lot of “suspicious” items in that room, as well as the rest of the house.

Well, that added a few more pieces to this mystery, and I am currently awaiting requested records for the house and the acreage it sits on. We already know there was nothing here before the house was built in the 70’s other than a Native Encampment over 300 years ago. Which unfortunately due to a landslide resulted in hundreds of deaths of the Indigenous people.

Before he came back to finish up, I cleansed and charged the room to the best of my knowledge and ability. When he arrived, I heard loud banging sounds coming from that room. I figured he had let himself in downstairs through the mudroom, but when I went to find him I saw he was still outside in his truck on a phone call.

Now this female has taken a liking to me, and certainly isn’t shy! She always came across as caring and kind, but I could feel a sense of sadness in her.

I spoke with a highly respected Psychic Medium who said that she was brought there with the hope of good things. Maybe invited over and taken with the unique beauty of the house accepted the invitation. Then things changed. He said that he then felt fear, entrapment, and panic. I was shocked! He didn’t know anything about the Occult history, but by his reading, it sounded like she was lured in, and it didn’t end well for her.

Maybe that is why she wanted me to find it, and the other did not. I am not sure, but now I have an even bigger mystery on my hands that will take a lot of research to validate. Good thing I love to research, and enjoy mysteries!

You never know you will find in your Haunted House’s basement.. (Check this out!)

Back about a month ago, I was clearing out the unusually large, and strangely constructed crawlspace room, as it was left full of old junk from previous tenants.
Afterward, I had a very strong feeling that a female was trying to connect with me to give me a message. After communicating with her, I was given the words “crawl” and “dig”. My mind went directly to that room as I was just down there, so that’s what I did, I went back down and dug.
What I found, I never (well, here nothing really surprises me anymore) thought I actually would.
I dug up a bone. While doing so I felt the presence of a much darker energy, and that it was watching everything I was doing, thinking every thought I had.
I felt a strong tug on the back of my shirt and turned around expecting to have it caught on something, but there was nothing there to snag it on. I believe it was the female telling me to get out of there. I found what she wanted me to find, and hopefully, I can help her in some way by uncovering this mystery.
I had to go back down with proper lighting to carefully get some photo’s so that we could hopefully have it properly identified before calling the authorities. Of course, my feeling was I didn’t care if it was human or animal, the fact that it was there in the first place was worrisome enough.
We had bad feelings about that room from day one, and I truly believe the female wanted it to be found so that the right questions can be asked to be the benefit of both her and myself.
We still have not been able to have anyone come inspect it in person, however, our neighbor’s brother is a homicide Detective South of us, so I sent him the photos.

After reviewing them, he said they are either Pig or Human, but will not be able to give a definitive answer until he sees it with his own eyes. With all that’s going on in the world today, homicides are up, so it’s hard to get him all the way out here, but it is in the works.
Since finding it, no more digging has been done, as I don’t want to disturb anything else, especially being Native ground.

So either they were remnants of a sacrificial ritual or just a convenient place to bury a body. They did bother to put viewing windows in there (that were boarded up) and cement the floor on the other half of the room but leave that one all dirt, and just cover it with tarps.

I know have a good idea of more of the story, but I will save that for the next entry.

The more you know, the more questions there are..

After some of the most recent events, my Mum has finally started to take me seriously.
I asked her to read my blog so she could know where I was coming from and start to see things from my perspective. In fact, she reacted much more intensely than I expected, as I know she is a skeptic (or was anyway).
She began to tell me stories from my childhood that I did not even remember (which is odd, as I have memories all the way back to being as young as 2 years old)
Apparently, after we moved to Point Roberts, from San Jose California when I was just about 2, she did confirm my memories of the Native Officials coming to properly remove the remains that were dug up upon construction of the foundation our house was built on. She told me that at that time, the land was also blessed, but that “odd” things started to happen from the time the house was finished to the day we left when I was 17 years old.
She recounted a day that I do actually remember. A day when My Mum, Nana, and myself went to Stanley Park in Vancouver for the day. I was still very young, only 4 at the time and upon seeing a nice Native man sitting on a blanket with oil paintings on display to show his talents.
He asked if we wanted a portrait painted, and my Mum had him paint one of me.
Apparently, however, this nice Native man was anything but. When my Mum had the house looked at and attempted to bless it again after disturbances started to occur more frequently, they blamed not the house or the land, but an object in the house. A medium sensed it was a photo, drawing or painting of some kind. This caused the “blessing team” to examine all such types of art displayed in the house.
Upon seeing the oil painting of myself, I was told there was no doubt in their mind that this was the culprit. When asked she remove it, she declined to say “but that’s a painting of my daughter! I’m not destroying it” It was a mistake she grew, and I grew to regret.
It took about another year of odd occurrences, and unexplained happenings before she finally gave in and got rid of the painting.
Apparently, it did help things calm down in the house, but I will never forget that recent phone conversation with my Mum, and her haunting words ” the painting was of you Xesia”

I can’t help but wonder if this is somehow connected to my lifetime of intrigue, experiences, with the paranormal. I wonder if I’ve always had something attached to me, the thought has definitely crossed my mind on several occasions.
Yes, through research, interest, and investigations I know I bring some of this upon myself.. but I wonder if this is why it’s not just at locations or a few days after. This is something that has followed me from several houses and apartments, maybe just maybe it’s me that is Haunted.

I have always searched for answers, now I have been left… marked.

Last night things in the new house took a turn for the worse.
As usual, I was alone upstairs in the loft when turning in for bed, I was saying some prayers including those for protection, and keeping any spirits with I’ll intent away from the house.
As I was doing so, my neck started to burn… I mean really burn. Like someone had stuck a hot poker into it.
I got up and went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, only to see a red mark become more pronounced before my eyes. The only thing I had on, was my cross which I wear nearly every day and night and is white gold chain and all, so could not have caused a skin irration.
As the seconds went by the mark started to look more like a symbol than a scratch, or an irritation. What I saw in the following moments still gives me goosebumps..
This is the mark about 5 minutes later, where I could clearly see where my cross was laying on my neck. The mark is now much more pronounced, has become raised, and looks almost branded on me. By that time I could clearly see an upside-down cross now scratched into my neck!

Not only that, but there was also contusions around my neck when I took the photo with a flash.

I have to admit, this was a bit much for my own house. Sure, I seek out proof of the unknown and try to experience as many things that most do not, but wow.
Nothing would stop the pain. I tried several ointments, an ice pack and still, it persisted to burn till the light broke through the night sky.
Now that I have been officially marked by this entity, I wonder what the future has to bring…

Manipulating Electronics

As the activity in the house and the surrounding area seems to be increasing. I started noticing it last night as my echo dot would randomly turn on and off, and sometimes even say things out of the blue without being prompted. It’s just my dog and I, so I certainly wasn’t talking to wake it up. I so wish I had got it on camera, because when it said ” there’s more than life than what we see” I was literally stunned.
Then, as I was going through some of my photos in my phone to arrange into folders, and prepare to post a set I had taken on IG, I noticed that after going through a fair amount, I noticed there was a series of photos I had taken of the house and grounds the day before that all looked normal in my first go through, then when I chose which I wanted to post and went back through them I found a photo that seemed to change completely. This is totally unedited, and no filter was used.
Manipulating Electronics

I also noticed when going through them the second time that several of the photos taken were all black. No photo at all, but the details of the file showed content – yet the images are gone.
Also, we normally have poor reception from time to time. However, yesterday when I was on a long phone call with someone I had not talked to in a while and was giving her updates on my life and the new house I am living in the line started cutting out. Not until I began talking about my research and some of the occurrences that it then began to get so garbled and noisy we had to end our conversation. I tried to call back and got a “this phone is not in service” message… although it clearly was as I was just talking to someone on it.

Be careful what you wish for….

Well, the reason I haven’t made a post in a while is that I moved out to Camano Island and didn’t have internet for some time, and the usage we do get is limited. however, it now turns out that to seek out spirits and be surrounded by unexplained happenings, I no longer even need to leave the house. The house we moved into was definitely not unoccupied, you could feel it from the start.
The house itself is artfully created, and with just a glance you can tell whoever built it was not your average Jo. The house is 3 stories, 5 different roof angles (some metal), an outdoor “fun house” that can sleep two and is quite roomy, built with pallets, and driftwood. There is also a garage, lots of acreage, an old chicken coop to fix up and get goats for, tons of space for the Animals to run around. There is a natural spring that runs through the property, and the well is located in the woods off our driveway, which as you know is a flowing battery of energy.
But one of it’s most interesting things about the house is all the entrance ways, even to the garage have cement blocks with random symbols, animals, and rocks all arranged in very specific ways.
I have been doing some research first by talking with neighbors and other people in the area about some of the history here, and just as in Point Roberts there was also a history of strong Native American presence on this land. I am still in research mode, as the next stop is the Library with some helpful tips from the local Historical Society. So far I have gotten the first owner’s (and the architect) name, as well as two people that helped build the house from the foundation up. I’m having a hard time tracking them down, but I do have a lead… so I’ll update more as that progresses.
Yet, all this research and testing I have been doing in the house and around the surrounding area have seemed to only heighten the activity..
From the start, it was small things like waking up every morning to my closet light being on, to odd bangs and knocks here and there. Also on several occasions, I have been in the loft and heard what sounds like a small rock or pebble being thrown. Then I started noticing small rocks everywhere from under the bed to right in plain view. Also, there is only one electric heater in the house (as the system is propane) that is constantly being turned off.
Then again like research on the house, as soon as I started getting out equipment and going about things on a different level, the activity has only got worse.
Now I am hearing disembodied voices, finding things moved around and not where I put them, and at night my dog will sit at the foot of the bed and growl, which is not something I have seem him do before.
For a paranormal enthusiast, I don’t know if this is a blessing or a curse.