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How to Clean Up Spirit EVP Recordings With Audacity
I've just made a quick tutorial video about using the free audio program Audacity to clean up some noise from spirit recordings of EVPs (electronic voice phenomena). Check it out!
A personal thought about my life
I thought that I'd share this as a blog post. This is from a recent interaction that I've had with a friend on Facebook, but I will only put my part in this post, not the other person's section of the message. I have traveled down many spiritual paths in my life, searching, but they all have the same ends in mind.
I have been involved with Spirit ever since I can remember. When I was really young, however, it was one of fear mostly. I was terrified of the dark and used to see and hear things in it and all of that would scare me pretty bad. I chocked a lot of it up to imagination most of the time, but was very unsure.
I was staying with my grandmother during one period when I was hearing things in the house, though; voices, talking, that sort of thing. I thought that someone had broken into our house and was very afraid. I realized that it was NOT my imagination, however, when my grandmother became very concerned and told me to wait in the bedroom and she was going to go see if someone was in the house. I hadn't even said anything about hearing the voices, but she heard them as well, so it solidified for me the fact that I was hearing something.
That may not have been a big deal, except for the fact that we lived in the middle of nowhere in Indiana, and our closest neighbor at the time was about a mile away, and our house was on a small dirt road surrounded by cornfields. Therefore, NO one would have been walking around our property in the middle of the night.
I have had the ability to communicate off and on throughout my life, but it is nothing "solid" per se. At times it is overwhelming and at other times it is nothing more than a "feeling", with energy, much like you've said. There are times, though, that it is intense, such as if we go to someone's house where a person has recently died.
I rely a lot on more modern techniques for reliable contact, I suppose, such as EVP and such. I had a life changing experience when I was about 7 years old that suddenly shifted my fear of the unknown into one of almost complete fascination, and I've been there ever since.
I have rarely made anything public out of any of this, except for working as a private reader for people, and doing mundane things such as astrology. I have been a reader for many years, though, but have only even advertised it as a service to the public a couple of times in my life. There is such a great public interest and need, it seems, for some ideas on these subjects, though, which is why I decided to write this book. It has become such a public topic and that, to me at least, says that there is an energy that is very prevalent in the minds of a lot of people lately and that they are looking for answers in this, in whatever way that may be. And being a Spiritualist, I feel that to help everyone understand and more fully accept things from Spirit can only be something that is positive.
I have been involved with Spirit ever since I can remember. When I was really young, however, it was one of fear mostly. I was terrified of the dark and used to see and hear things in it and all of that would scare me pretty bad. I chocked a lot of it up to imagination most of the time, but was very unsure.
I was staying with my grandmother during one period when I was hearing things in the house, though; voices, talking, that sort of thing. I thought that someone had broken into our house and was very afraid. I realized that it was NOT my imagination, however, when my grandmother became very concerned and told me to wait in the bedroom and she was going to go see if someone was in the house. I hadn't even said anything about hearing the voices, but she heard them as well, so it solidified for me the fact that I was hearing something.
That may not have been a big deal, except for the fact that we lived in the middle of nowhere in Indiana, and our closest neighbor at the time was about a mile away, and our house was on a small dirt road surrounded by cornfields. Therefore, NO one would have been walking around our property in the middle of the night.
I have had the ability to communicate off and on throughout my life, but it is nothing "solid" per se. At times it is overwhelming and at other times it is nothing more than a "feeling", with energy, much like you've said. There are times, though, that it is intense, such as if we go to someone's house where a person has recently died.
I rely a lot on more modern techniques for reliable contact, I suppose, such as EVP and such. I had a life changing experience when I was about 7 years old that suddenly shifted my fear of the unknown into one of almost complete fascination, and I've been there ever since.
I have rarely made anything public out of any of this, except for working as a private reader for people, and doing mundane things such as astrology. I have been a reader for many years, though, but have only even advertised it as a service to the public a couple of times in my life. There is such a great public interest and need, it seems, for some ideas on these subjects, though, which is why I decided to write this book. It has become such a public topic and that, to me at least, says that there is an energy that is very prevalent in the minds of a lot of people lately and that they are looking for answers in this, in whatever way that may be. And being a Spiritualist, I feel that to help everyone understand and more fully accept things from Spirit can only be something that is positive.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
A peek at my first chapter
So I decided to share a peek of the first chapter of my new book that I'm working on currently.
Copyright All Rights Reserved by Aeryck de Sade
I hadn’t really given much thought to the dreams that I had been having lately, but I knew that they were seeming to be ones that made me think throughout the day that there was something I should be remembering. Although I never really could remember what it was that it seemed like I should remember.
I seemed to recall that when we moved here, to this far off country place, that it seemed like it would be fun, or at least a nice change of pace from the city. There were fields all around me and there was a sense of quiet that seemed to dominate the landscape, and I could walk forever and not see another person. That part was good, as I was growing a little tired of never having any space to myself. If it wasn’t my parents breathing down my fricken neck then it was the stupid shit I had to deal with in school. God knows how many times I would’ve liked to knock some idiot teacher upside their head with the spine of my book, if for nothing else than just not ignoring me in class when it was perfectly clear that I had absolutely no interest in whatever the hell it was they were blabbing about.
That’s fine, those people were idiots anyway, and now I get to be in a new place where people don’t know me from nothing and I can make myself into whoever I want to be. That’s one good thing about having parents that can’t keep themselves in one spot for too long; I get to try out different personalities, and people don’t ask me what happened over the summer. All of those kids at the other school were starting to get way too into their stupid selves anyway.
Sometimes, though, I did kinda wonder what it was that I was missing in myself. I could feel it, a little more everyday it seemed, that there was something that I was either supposed to be doing or something that I needed to figure out. That’s the problem with those vague feelings, though, is that you feel that way but you never really know why you feel that way.
Walking along the lane that leads down the side of the field makes it seem a little less present, all of those far off people and their stupid preoccupations with their clothes and their smug attitudes. At least out here no one can question the thoughts that I have or the feelings that I have, because out here I’m all alone. That’s how I like it, though. I like the solitude and the quiet, where the only voice that I hear is my own, and not some dumb slut whispering at the table next to me about what she wants to do with the teacher, if only she could get him alone for a few minutes. After all, she’s too mature for the guys in her class at this school, because she knows what she wants and how to do it as only a person like our 4th period English teacher could understand. And on and on it goes with her and her annoying little mouth; a mouth that’s probably all too eager to pass around herpes that she got when she was 11. Although she still doesn’t understand how in the world she got Chlamydia, after all it’s not like she sleeps around with too many people.
This place seems different, though, and I’m sure that it will be easier to be myself and be a little less noticed, at least for a while, until I can figure everyone out and let them see me for who I really am. No one’s gonna treat me the way they treated me in the last school, that’s for sure. I’ve learned way too much since then, and these people won’t get the chance to push me around.
I just wish that I could think a little clearer, though. The cloudy feeling that keeps filling my head is just a bit unnerving, and there’s no reason why it won’t start to settle now that I’m out of the city. The air feels so much brisker and cleaner here, and I’m sure that’s what it was before, all the nasty crap that I was breathing in everyday, making my head feel like it had cotton stuffed up inside of it.
Copyright All Rights Reserved by Aeryck de Sade
Today was just like any other day. In fact, that was the problem, that today was just too damn normal. I wasn’t completely sure if it was because the night before I had the same sleep or if it was because the weather was plain or what the deal was, really. All that I knew was that I didn’t like the way it felt, somehow, deep down in my gut.
I hadn’t really given much thought to the dreams that I had been having lately, but I knew that they were seeming to be ones that made me think throughout the day that there was something I should be remembering. Although I never really could remember what it was that it seemed like I should remember.
I do know that everyone who tried to talk to me lately was coming across as a whisper, as an annoyance and a distant buzz that really didn’t matter. Whatever, they’re just getting on my nerves lately, that’s all. So what’s new with that, anyway?
I seemed to recall that when we moved here, to this far off country place, that it seemed like it would be fun, or at least a nice change of pace from the city. There were fields all around me and there was a sense of quiet that seemed to dominate the landscape, and I could walk forever and not see another person. That part was good, as I was growing a little tired of never having any space to myself. If it wasn’t my parents breathing down my fricken neck then it was the stupid shit I had to deal with in school. God knows how many times I would’ve liked to knock some idiot teacher upside their head with the spine of my book, if for nothing else than just not ignoring me in class when it was perfectly clear that I had absolutely no interest in whatever the hell it was they were blabbing about.
That’s fine, those people were idiots anyway, and now I get to be in a new place where people don’t know me from nothing and I can make myself into whoever I want to be. That’s one good thing about having parents that can’t keep themselves in one spot for too long; I get to try out different personalities, and people don’t ask me what happened over the summer. All of those kids at the other school were starting to get way too into their stupid selves anyway.
Sometimes, though, I did kinda wonder what it was that I was missing in myself. I could feel it, a little more everyday it seemed, that there was something that I was either supposed to be doing or something that I needed to figure out. That’s the problem with those vague feelings, though, is that you feel that way but you never really know why you feel that way.
Walking along the lane that leads down the side of the field makes it seem a little less present, all of those far off people and their stupid preoccupations with their clothes and their smug attitudes. At least out here no one can question the thoughts that I have or the feelings that I have, because out here I’m all alone. That’s how I like it, though. I like the solitude and the quiet, where the only voice that I hear is my own, and not some dumb slut whispering at the table next to me about what she wants to do with the teacher, if only she could get him alone for a few minutes. After all, she’s too mature for the guys in her class at this school, because she knows what she wants and how to do it as only a person like our 4th period English teacher could understand. And on and on it goes with her and her annoying little mouth; a mouth that’s probably all too eager to pass around herpes that she got when she was 11. Although she still doesn’t understand how in the world she got Chlamydia, after all it’s not like she sleeps around with too many people.
This place seems different, though, and I’m sure that it will be easier to be myself and be a little less noticed, at least for a while, until I can figure everyone out and let them see me for who I really am. No one’s gonna treat me the way they treated me in the last school, that’s for sure. I’ve learned way too much since then, and these people won’t get the chance to push me around.
I just wish that I could think a little clearer, though. The cloudy feeling that keeps filling my head is just a bit unnerving, and there’s no reason why it won’t start to settle now that I’m out of the city. The air feels so much brisker and cleaner here, and I’m sure that’s what it was before, all the nasty crap that I was breathing in everyday, making my head feel like it had cotton stuffed up inside of it.
It’s kinda cool how this lane just wanders back into the fields like this, until it gets to the woods. That’s something that I’ve got to make sure that I check out a little closer, and find a spot for myself out here. A person always needs their own private spot to disappear into every once in a while. We all need to find an area that lets us get away and blow off some steam, at least. These woods seem like a great place to do just that. I should be getting back home though, because I don’t want to be stuck out here when it starts getting dark since I don’t really even know my way around yet. That’ll also make it look good to my parents when I get home since it will seem like I didn’t want to stay out and make them worry. Sometimes it’s just to easy to fool adults.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Print version of my book is now available
My new book Communicating With The Dead: An Introduction To Methods Of Spirit Contact is now available in the print version! Order it directly through CreateSpace.com or through Amazon in about a week or so, when it populates there. This title will be available throughout Europe as well, and can be ordered through other retailers such as Barnes and Noble in about 6 to 8 weeks.
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List Price: $10.95
6" x 9" (15.24 x 22.86 cm)
ISBN-13: 978-1477511886
ISBN-10: 1477511881
Sunday, May 20, 2012
My new book is live!
I just wanted to give a heads up to my blog readers that my newest book, Communicating with the Dead: An Introduction to Spirit Contact is finished and is online in eBook format, ready to be purchased.
The link will have all the available formats, including the ability to sample a portion of the book online. Come get a copy of my newest book today for your Kindle, Nook, Sony, Kobo, as well as many other formats!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/164144
The link will have all the available formats, including the ability to sample a portion of the book online. Come get a copy of my newest book today for your Kindle, Nook, Sony, Kobo, as well as many other formats!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/164144
Monday, May 14, 2012
My New Book... PREFACE Sneak Peek!
As I mentioned in an earlier blog post, I'm currently working on a new book to publish about Spirit Communications.
I thought that it would be a nice idea to share with my readers the Preface of the book, so that you can get an idea about what the book will be like and maybe whet your appetite for it in the coming days. Of course, I'll let everyone know when I have the final proof complete and when it's ready for sale!
(The following is Copyright Aeryck de Sade, All Rights Reserved)
I thought that it would be a nice idea to share with my readers the Preface of the book, so that you can get an idea about what the book will be like and maybe whet your appetite for it in the coming days. Of course, I'll let everyone know when I have the final proof complete and when it's ready for sale!
(The following is Copyright Aeryck de Sade, All Rights Reserved)
PREFACE
We have all experienced the loss of a loved one in our life at some time or another. That loss could have been someone very close to us, or a mere acquaintance, but it was a loss nonetheless, and the memory of that person has stuck in our mind up until now.
Have you ever felt the presence of that loved one, perhaps while you were just going about your daily routine, or upon waking in the morning? Maybe you’ve felt a slight nudge from behind and thought to yourself for a moment that the feeling was somehow familiar, like the touch of someone you once knew. Perhaps, as you lie in bed and drift off to sleep, you get the faint notion that you heard a voice, like a whisper, from close by, even though you are alone. Maybe you are jarred awake from that slumber you were just entering, thinking for a brief moment that you were being watched, or that you were being breathed upon. Perhaps, while walking down your hallway, you noticed the familiar scent of roses or a favorite perfume that your departed friend or relative liked to wear, and it gave you a reason to pause, and remember.
These are situations that we can all relate to in some way or another, and ways that the departed let us know that they are still near us. The desire to want to know what our departed is experiencing, or that they remember us, is a deep and personal emotion that affects us all, and leads us to seek for methods of reassurance, or even communication, with our dearly departed.
Maybe your motivation is as simple as curiosity, or wanting to delve into the strange and unique world of “ghost hunting”. Maybe you think your house is haunted, or your friend has asked if you think that their house is haunted. Wouldn’t you like some methods to discover, for yourself, how best to communicate with the other side? Wouldn’t you like to know that you can find evidence about the spirits that may be in your own house, or in a location that is rumored to be haunted?
In this book I will seek to provide you with several methods of communicating with spirits. I will focus on methods that range from simple ones that require little to no training, and some that require minimal equipment to record the voices of the dead. Then I’ll venture into some more advanced techniques of helping you to become more attuned to the subtle world of Spirit so that you may discover if the path of mediumship, or spirit communication, may be more your forte.
I’ll discuss some of the methods that professional ghost hunters use, that you can use as well, to determine if a location is haunted, or if you are being contacted by Spirit. I will also share my thoughts and methods of using tools such as dowsing, pendulums, and spirit boards for communications with the deceased. Along the way, this book may pique your interest in seeking a hobby or career of ghost hunting, or spirit communication. Maybe you’ll even discover that you have a knack for mediumship, a highly coveted talent that has been used by many people to communicate with the dead ranging from law enforcement to private readings for people that seek to contact their dead relatives, as well as ghost hunting teams that seek to discover the reasons for a particular spirit hanging around a location, whether for good or ill.
I hope that you’ll find this information as useful and enlightening to read and experience as I have in sharing it with you. It is my wish that you will find this book useful to advance your knowledge and experience in the unique and wonderful world of spirit communication. So sit back and prepare yourself for a journey that many have thought about, but few have ventured down; a journey of wonderful new insights and sensations that they only dreamed about in books or in shows, but that I am now laying out for your inspection and learning.
May Spirit open new worlds to you, and may you be opened to new worlds of Spirit!
Saturday, May 12, 2012
New book...
Stay tuned, as I'm working on a new book to soon be published!
Right now I'm planning on releasing it as a digital eBook at first, for distribution, and then we'll see if I decide to make it available in print form or not.
The book will be focusing on different methods of spirit communication, as well as its uses in such areas as ghost hunting and mediumship, EVP, etc. It will be an interesting read, and one that engages the reader more than a simple "how-to" manual would.
Right now I'm planning on releasing it as a digital eBook at first, for distribution, and then we'll see if I decide to make it available in print form or not.
The book will be focusing on different methods of spirit communication, as well as its uses in such areas as ghost hunting and mediumship, EVP, etc. It will be an interesting read, and one that engages the reader more than a simple "how-to" manual would.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Quaker wisdom
This wonderful quote, from a book called The Spirit of the Quakers has really caught my attention lately.
"Speech tends to divide, people cling to words rather than to their meaning. Words give rise to religions, to churches which break up the great family of simple souls, for whom loving worship should be enough, into rival sovereign fragments.
"Words split apart, Silence unites. Words scatter, Silence gathers together. Words stir up, Silence brings peace. Words engender denial, Silence invites even the denier to find fresh hope in the confident expectation of a mystery which can be accomplished within."
--Pierre Lacout, 1969
"Speech tends to divide, people cling to words rather than to their meaning. Words give rise to religions, to churches which break up the great family of simple souls, for whom loving worship should be enough, into rival sovereign fragments.
"Words split apart, Silence unites. Words scatter, Silence gathers together. Words stir up, Silence brings peace. Words engender denial, Silence invites even the denier to find fresh hope in the confident expectation of a mystery which can be accomplished within."
--Pierre Lacout, 1969
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