Last night as we were laying in bed about to turn the lights out, I swear that out of the corner of my eye, that there was a little girl standing by the bedroom door and holding on to the doorknob as if just playfully hiding behind the door.
Anyway, as soon as I said there was a little girl in the room, my wife melissa started describing the girl... accurately!
Anyway, the girl's description is that she was small like a 4 or 5 year old. Had long hair that was put into either a pony tail or pigtails (can't remember exactly). The most prominent feature was her dress. It was a older style dress white and red plaid all over it. It had a cute little white apron like look to the front. The sleeves were puffy as well.
We don't know who she was, so I asked my spirit guide/angel/ringing sound in my ears, the following questions.
Is she a family member?
Yes
Is she a family member that's passed away.
No
Is she a family member that's yet to be born?
No
Just to reiterate, I "talk" with this "guide" through ringing in my ears. Sometimes, I don't hear anything at all, while other times it's a certain ringing in the ear. It's similar to tinnitus, but it's intelligent. I worked out that since the ringing is mostly in my left ear that a ring in that ear is a yes, and a ring in my right ear is a no.
And it seems like there is a concerted effort to say no, as something appears to move through my vision prior to a "no" ringing.
Anyway, now you know as much as we figured out. Pretty creepy, huh?
Anyway, about the guide/angel/whatever, he (seems like a man) seems fairly content to just provide information on an as-needed basis. Which either means that he's some kind of supervisor making sure I don't screw up, he's supposed to be helpful and I am not getting all of the necessary information, or he's got some kind of intent which hasn't manifest at this point.
I think the latter is completely untrue. Lots of ringing in the right ear when I mention that.
I don't think malevolence is intended, but when I am just not getting the message, the intensity goes up in my left ear to the point where I will receive a headache. And when i finally figure out what he's getting at, it immediately goes away.
When I think about the ear ringing (which I only figured out a month ago), I can go all the way back to grade school when the ringing was manifesting.
What happened, is that during the ear tests, I would get this ringing sound that would obscure the beeps coming through the headphones. It would cause me to not do well during the test. Sometimes the ringing would stop and I would be fully able to hear the beeps.
Those that know me, can attest that I listen to music differently. I can pick out the different instruments much more easily. However, words are a problem. To me lyrics in a song are like conversations at a crowded party. I can't really make them out very well.
Maybe that's why all of the communication with the "guide" is in these ringing tones?
(edit 6/21/10) just watching an episode of red dwarf (season 5, episode 4: Quarantine), they mentioned that the kind of dress we saw was a "gingham" dress. Gingham is a type of fabric made from two colors of thread creating a crosshatch/checkerboard pattern on the cloth. The introduction of the cloth was in the 17th century and is still used today.
I didn't know about the gingham dress.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Tolerate this!
I would say I have a pretty open mind. By that, I can say that as someone who grew up as an evangelical christian, that I have no problem with someone who decides to follow some other religion or tradition.
My problem is this. These people have chosen their way of life, it shows a lack of respect to the individual to say that they are or are not living life in the way one person would perceive as correct.
Basically a fundamentalist behavior is that if someone doesn't believe what the fundamentalist believes then they are relegated to some punishment as part of the fundamentalist's belief. Whether that is "the eternal damnation of hell" or as the target of a suicide bomber's jihad. While we perceive these to be true from within our faiths, we are subject to the more serious problem of coexistence. The behavior is one of exclusion. We would rather choose to condemn and reject rather than embrace and fellowship.
To me, this denotes the major problem within the world today.
I have found that no matter the person, no matter their beliefs, no matter what color, nationality, linguistic skills or even gender, that the person is potentially someone who you can benefit learning from.
However, if you can't see that, then there may not be help for you. I mean, why would someone who claims a singular exclusivity on heaven want to commune with others? By separation on earth that means communion with humanity in heaven!?! To me that's a paradox.
I mean, if you have so much of a problem with other people here and now, why would you think you'll get along with them better when you're dead?
Assuming that even if there is a singly true faith and that only those enter heaven, the one thing intolerance does is show that despite the devotion and piety, the reflection of one's soul fails completely to show the compassion and happiness within.
And to that, I say it must be stopped. It can't start with me, I don't have the problem. I am completely tolerant and pleased with the people that do not agree with me. I only attempt to assist if someone has a issue with resolving their beliefs. You gotta believe in something.
No, really. You HAVE to BELIEVE in SOMETHING!!!
And when you're done figuring it out, tell someone. Tell me, if you want. I like a good story. Or a bad one. I've read a few of those as well.
My problem is this. These people have chosen their way of life, it shows a lack of respect to the individual to say that they are or are not living life in the way one person would perceive as correct.
Basically a fundamentalist behavior is that if someone doesn't believe what the fundamentalist believes then they are relegated to some punishment as part of the fundamentalist's belief. Whether that is "the eternal damnation of hell" or as the target of a suicide bomber's jihad. While we perceive these to be true from within our faiths, we are subject to the more serious problem of coexistence. The behavior is one of exclusion. We would rather choose to condemn and reject rather than embrace and fellowship.
To me, this denotes the major problem within the world today.
I have found that no matter the person, no matter their beliefs, no matter what color, nationality, linguistic skills or even gender, that the person is potentially someone who you can benefit learning from.
However, if you can't see that, then there may not be help for you. I mean, why would someone who claims a singular exclusivity on heaven want to commune with others? By separation on earth that means communion with humanity in heaven!?! To me that's a paradox.
I mean, if you have so much of a problem with other people here and now, why would you think you'll get along with them better when you're dead?
Assuming that even if there is a singly true faith and that only those enter heaven, the one thing intolerance does is show that despite the devotion and piety, the reflection of one's soul fails completely to show the compassion and happiness within.
And to that, I say it must be stopped. It can't start with me, I don't have the problem. I am completely tolerant and pleased with the people that do not agree with me. I only attempt to assist if someone has a issue with resolving their beliefs. You gotta believe in something.
No, really. You HAVE to BELIEVE in SOMETHING!!!
And when you're done figuring it out, tell someone. Tell me, if you want. I like a good story. Or a bad one. I've read a few of those as well.
A library, a book and a throne
This is a dream-like vision I had on the morning of April 15, 2010:
I was kind of in and out of sleep this morning, so as I drifted, I ended up at a huge building that I have seen before in my dreams. It's a museum of sorts, anyway they have records of everything ever. They asked me if I wanted to look up something and I couldn't think of anything at first, but then I remembered the ceiling fan incident and had them look it up. The ceiling fan just broke, is what I was told and the angel that James saw was one of the guardian angels, I believe the words spoken were "archangel michael". Anyway, the message they gave him at that moment is "I am always with you." Further in the record, it says that he has the ability to hear the angels speak, but hasn't paid attention or noticed. I asked who else had that ability, and my mom has it.
After that, they took me to see the book of life. To put it into scale, imagine a book that is as big as a house when opened up. Seraphim angels with their wings fly to and fro around the book bringing names to a scribe. The scribe was the most disturbing part as he was barely flesh upon bones. They must have him doing it as a punishment from hell or something as he is tasked to write everyone's names in the book. He is also missing his legs and is wearing a very worn cloak over the top part of his body. Thousands upon thousands of names adorn every page, and from the looks of it, they were on one of the last pages. The book looks leather and gold bound and like I said, just massive. I was able to inquire if a name was in the book, and was given the confirmation that the names I gave were in fact in the book.
(note, the book of life was represented as something other than the library's records, this was a unique experience as some say that "akashic records" are the book of life. I guess there's a slight difference in that one's a book while the other is a library. Semantics, I guess. I do wonder if the images were presented in the manner they were, is that is the only way I could understand them.)
After that, I was taken to a huge amphitheater. There in the seats of the amphitheater were representatives of every known creature I could think of and some that I didn't. Crazy enough, some looked more like something out of the muppet show than anything else. At the apex of the amphitheater was a throne built out of many, many galaxies. I was told that this is where God sits and views creation.
My alarm clock went off about at that point, so I woke up soon after that.
I was kind of in and out of sleep this morning, so as I drifted, I ended up at a huge building that I have seen before in my dreams. It's a museum of sorts, anyway they have records of everything ever. They asked me if I wanted to look up something and I couldn't think of anything at first, but then I remembered the ceiling fan incident and had them look it up. The ceiling fan just broke, is what I was told and the angel that James saw was one of the guardian angels, I believe the words spoken were "archangel michael". Anyway, the message they gave him at that moment is "I am always with you." Further in the record, it says that he has the ability to hear the angels speak, but hasn't paid attention or noticed. I asked who else had that ability, and my mom has it.
After that, they took me to see the book of life. To put it into scale, imagine a book that is as big as a house when opened up. Seraphim angels with their wings fly to and fro around the book bringing names to a scribe. The scribe was the most disturbing part as he was barely flesh upon bones. They must have him doing it as a punishment from hell or something as he is tasked to write everyone's names in the book. He is also missing his legs and is wearing a very worn cloak over the top part of his body. Thousands upon thousands of names adorn every page, and from the looks of it, they were on one of the last pages. The book looks leather and gold bound and like I said, just massive. I was able to inquire if a name was in the book, and was given the confirmation that the names I gave were in fact in the book.
(note, the book of life was represented as something other than the library's records, this was a unique experience as some say that "akashic records" are the book of life. I guess there's a slight difference in that one's a book while the other is a library. Semantics, I guess. I do wonder if the images were presented in the manner they were, is that is the only way I could understand them.)
After that, I was taken to a huge amphitheater. There in the seats of the amphitheater were representatives of every known creature I could think of and some that I didn't. Crazy enough, some looked more like something out of the muppet show than anything else. At the apex of the amphitheater was a throne built out of many, many galaxies. I was told that this is where God sits and views creation.
My alarm clock went off about at that point, so I woke up soon after that.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Way overtired.
Lately I have found myself not getting enough sleep. So today I am probably about as tired as I could possibly be.
Not even caffeine in a souped up energy drink is helping.
I confess, I do like the occasional energy drink, but it's not something that I have often. I like the sensation of messing up my internal vibration.
I know caffeine has the ability to increase heart rate and blood flow, but it's not comprehensive, so in the overall run, it's not really that effective for long term awake-ness.
Lately it's just a matter of not going to bed in good enough time. That's just bad planning on some regard. Anyway, at least it is not attributable to the inaudible voices in the night.
On the other hand, I get the impression lately that the earplugs aren't as effective in keeping out the inaudible voices. In this excessively tired state I am still waken up at odd periods throughout the night.
As I write, I am currently reading the book of isaiah. I suppose if it's God speaking to me, there's not a whole lot I can do about it. Who wants to be the one that tells God to stop talking?
I sure don't want to. What if what you're supposed to hear is important? Anyway, at this point, thinking about it makes me even more tired than I already am.
Not even caffeine in a souped up energy drink is helping.
I confess, I do like the occasional energy drink, but it's not something that I have often. I like the sensation of messing up my internal vibration.
I know caffeine has the ability to increase heart rate and blood flow, but it's not comprehensive, so in the overall run, it's not really that effective for long term awake-ness.
Lately it's just a matter of not going to bed in good enough time. That's just bad planning on some regard. Anyway, at least it is not attributable to the inaudible voices in the night.
On the other hand, I get the impression lately that the earplugs aren't as effective in keeping out the inaudible voices. In this excessively tired state I am still waken up at odd periods throughout the night.
As I write, I am currently reading the book of isaiah. I suppose if it's God speaking to me, there's not a whole lot I can do about it. Who wants to be the one that tells God to stop talking?
I sure don't want to. What if what you're supposed to hear is important? Anyway, at this point, thinking about it makes me even more tired than I already am.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Jabberwocky
I was in junior high school (grades 7-9) when I memorized this poem by Lewis Carroll.
Over 20 years later, I still remember most of the poem, but I always get tripped up about half way through. Recently the poem has been the center concept behind a couple of movies. Most recently the Tim Burton "Alice in Wonderland" was one to utilize this tale, but perhaps my favorite adaptation of the poem was the movie "the last mimsy".
'All Mimsy were the borogroves' is the line. What does it mean? Well, the movie combined time travel and human advancement in a way that brought in the innocence of children while countering it with an adult's misunderstanding and hardening of a willingness to accept something new like a child would. Maybe that's what Carroll tried to get us to do. By that I mean try something new and unexpected.
Alas, that's not what carroll meant. Mimsy is actually a reference to being miserable and flimsy. Hence the word mimsy or possibly miserimsy. The borogroves refers to a type of bird. A miserable and flimsy bird.
This is two ways to look at dreams and aspirations. On the one hand, they are new and exciting, while another way is to see them as depressing and a waste of time. When properly defined, the stanza refers to a kind of mediocrity. It's the feeling that life begins to become stale.
Carroll's intent was to write a poem badly, but even bad poems have their own sense about them. That stale existence of the first and last stanza combined with a determination as to how to write badly has now become a refocusing and innovation. Anyone who has ever tried reading the "coney island of the mind" could tell you that a meaningless poem is never truly meaningless.
The only difference between "coney island of the mind" and "jabberwocky", is that you don't need music for reciting "jabberwocky".
Seriously.
To that regard, the poem reads:
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Over 20 years later, I still remember most of the poem, but I always get tripped up about half way through. Recently the poem has been the center concept behind a couple of movies. Most recently the Tim Burton "Alice in Wonderland" was one to utilize this tale, but perhaps my favorite adaptation of the poem was the movie "the last mimsy".
'All Mimsy were the borogroves' is the line. What does it mean? Well, the movie combined time travel and human advancement in a way that brought in the innocence of children while countering it with an adult's misunderstanding and hardening of a willingness to accept something new like a child would. Maybe that's what Carroll tried to get us to do. By that I mean try something new and unexpected.
Alas, that's not what carroll meant. Mimsy is actually a reference to being miserable and flimsy. Hence the word mimsy or possibly miserimsy. The borogroves refers to a type of bird. A miserable and flimsy bird.
This is two ways to look at dreams and aspirations. On the one hand, they are new and exciting, while another way is to see them as depressing and a waste of time. When properly defined, the stanza refers to a kind of mediocrity. It's the feeling that life begins to become stale.
Carroll's intent was to write a poem badly, but even bad poems have their own sense about them. That stale existence of the first and last stanza combined with a determination as to how to write badly has now become a refocusing and innovation. Anyone who has ever tried reading the "coney island of the mind" could tell you that a meaningless poem is never truly meaningless.
The only difference between "coney island of the mind" and "jabberwocky", is that you don't need music for reciting "jabberwocky".
Seriously.
To that regard, the poem reads:
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Now for something I know I really like.
I'm paraphrasing Rocky and Bullwinkle there.
Of all the stuff I've watched, a couple of shows stand out as the ones that I think are fun to watch and are the ones I turn to time and time again.
Torchwood - As I am typing this, I have an episode of torchwood playing in another window right next to this one. I like this show more than Dr. Who even though they were run by the same guy for the past couple of years. It moves fast and usually involves one of those twists and turns that you'd expect from an M. Knight Shamalayan film. The theme music to the show is pretty cool too.
Fringe/X-Files/Millennium - To me it is the "let's try to figure it out" mindset that these shows sit upon. They're fun, especially when I think they got it right. Of the 3 fringe is probably the most impressive, while yet it is the most singly focused. Fringe's focus is science. X-files was the paranormal. Millennium was the dark side of humanity.
Farscape - I just started watching this and I am overall impressed with a show that flows well from episode to episode. A sci-fi show in the vein of startrek and babylon 5, it's all from the perspective of the human character on the show. Basically it's US on a journey. I think that's what people want in a good story.
Babylon 5 - In it's 5 year run, it's not a series of stories. From the beginning it all flows into a single story and ends with year 5 completing the story. I guess I am not surprised they tried to continue the story after that, but if you ignore them, the simple 5 year run is about as good as you can get.
Futurama - I can't get enough of this show. I can watch the same episodes over and over and over. Of all of the cartoon shows created, this one combines whimsy with the ability to not insult your intelligence. At some point in the show each character shines. For example, volume 3 is the best zoidberg episodes, with the exception of the one that actually features the crazy lobster.
Honorable Mention:
House - I was really enjoying this show until it started to get a little stale. It used to be mostly about a sardonic genius figuring out medical mysteries. Basically a medical version of sherlock holmes. (holmes, house, get it?) Anyway, the show has slowly moved toward the main characters instead of the patients. The way the show seems to be heading, they might not be in a hospital at some point. I still watch it, but I am slowly becoming less and less interested.
Of all the stuff I've watched, a couple of shows stand out as the ones that I think are fun to watch and are the ones I turn to time and time again.
Torchwood - As I am typing this, I have an episode of torchwood playing in another window right next to this one. I like this show more than Dr. Who even though they were run by the same guy for the past couple of years. It moves fast and usually involves one of those twists and turns that you'd expect from an M. Knight Shamalayan film. The theme music to the show is pretty cool too.
Fringe/X-Files/Millennium - To me it is the "let's try to figure it out" mindset that these shows sit upon. They're fun, especially when I think they got it right. Of the 3 fringe is probably the most impressive, while yet it is the most singly focused. Fringe's focus is science. X-files was the paranormal. Millennium was the dark side of humanity.
Farscape - I just started watching this and I am overall impressed with a show that flows well from episode to episode. A sci-fi show in the vein of startrek and babylon 5, it's all from the perspective of the human character on the show. Basically it's US on a journey. I think that's what people want in a good story.
Babylon 5 - In it's 5 year run, it's not a series of stories. From the beginning it all flows into a single story and ends with year 5 completing the story. I guess I am not surprised they tried to continue the story after that, but if you ignore them, the simple 5 year run is about as good as you can get.
Futurama - I can't get enough of this show. I can watch the same episodes over and over and over. Of all of the cartoon shows created, this one combines whimsy with the ability to not insult your intelligence. At some point in the show each character shines. For example, volume 3 is the best zoidberg episodes, with the exception of the one that actually features the crazy lobster.
Honorable Mention:
House - I was really enjoying this show until it started to get a little stale. It used to be mostly about a sardonic genius figuring out medical mysteries. Basically a medical version of sherlock holmes. (holmes, house, get it?) Anyway, the show has slowly moved toward the main characters instead of the patients. The way the show seems to be heading, they might not be in a hospital at some point. I still watch it, but I am slowly becoming less and less interested.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
random stuff and EVP classifications
Edit: I am augmenting this entry due to something I noticed on the Ghost Hunters episode from 4/7/2010.
I posted more stuff from the lemp mansion recording on that thread. I apologize if I seem to be harping on the subject.
I was trying to see what the concepts behind EVP classification were and why they were classed as A, B and C. It turns out that Raymond Cass came up with that somewhere in the 70s. I guess. Anyway, in looking at those classifications and then comparing it to the audio I am painfully going through. (okay, so i am bored with listening to me and my wife sleep) I figure that the 3 classifications can be expanded to at least 5.
Cass has his classified as:
A - Easily Heard
B - Fairly loud and clear and sometimes audible with headphones
and
C - Soft and indecipherable
This fails to take into account more recent technology and techniques, so I propose a new set of classifications:
A - Easily understood without any audio manipulation. Also the audio in question shows up on a audio/frequency display.
B - Easily understood without any audio manipulation but does not appear on an audio/frequency display.
C - Somewhat understood, but easily understood after audio manipulation.
D - Somewhat understood after audio manipulation or a result of signal artifacts. (robotic sounding no matter how clear is a result of audio artifacting and should not be considered anything above a C in my book)
E - Not completely understandable but still present in the audio after audio manipulation.
F - Barely able for trained ear to hear. (or after listening to audio for hours)
Edit: I have made a change to classify the difference between a class A and the new class B. Everything else has been shifted by one letter. There could be an argument for class B being switched with class A. The reason for that order, is that in a true class A EVP, you should be able to look at the graphic representation of an audio clip and see that there is something there. Class B would mean that you can easily hear it, but can't see the audio visually. A spectral analysis would be in order at that point. However, I do not have enough pieces of evidence of class A and B EVP's to make a definitive analysis about the results from spectral analysis. I would be ever so happy to entertain such clips for further study. (end edit.)
I base this on the grading system from grade school through college. Frankly, if you're getting a E or F, yeah it's probably an EVP, but who really wants to hear it.
I did get a chance to hear some class A EVP's and those are really nice. Pretty much all of my lemp mansion audio is C- through F. I am not completely proud of the quality, but I wasn't about to sacrifice comfort for a disembodied voice.
I tried audacity again for the first time in awhile to see if it was any help in working with the lemp mansion recordings I have, and to be honest, I freaking hate the thing. It wouldn't pull in the audio from the recorder (apparently WMV is a premium format, so it's only available in the beta software). The equalizer in the software was pretty useless, as all it had were presets. I stopped trying to get the darned thing to work before I had successfully chomped off my arm.
Don't get me wrong, cakewalk has its issues as well.
So in the past year, I started documenting anything and everything that strikes me. It's all a part of this idea that I have that I'm not really driving right now, but instead riding. Perhaps a surfer would be a good analogy here (or not, I have no idea), as the wave takes me from one location to another.
Do I have a clue where I am headed? At this point, I am saying no, because really. I have no clue. If I did know, then I wouldn't be spewing these random thoughts onto a blog. On one hand I wish I did know where I was headed, and on the other, I really don't want to know.
Maybe it's more like a roller coaster. Lots of twists and turns, perhaps a loop, but at the end you still end up safe where you need to be.
I know this much, it feels like I am riding backwards. I can't see where I am going any more than I can see the wind. Yeah I can tell which direction it blows, but if it swirls, then I have no clue.
It works though. It's a really fun ride. I can say that I enjoy the experience very much, even though it takes me in directions I did not see myself going. So why fight it?
It's just as simple as the release of floating on water. I am better off by not fighting against it. It's kind of like living in Ecclesiastes 3.
I posted more stuff from the lemp mansion recording on that thread. I apologize if I seem to be harping on the subject.
I was trying to see what the concepts behind EVP classification were and why they were classed as A, B and C. It turns out that Raymond Cass came up with that somewhere in the 70s. I guess. Anyway, in looking at those classifications and then comparing it to the audio I am painfully going through. (okay, so i am bored with listening to me and my wife sleep) I figure that the 3 classifications can be expanded to at least 5.
Cass has his classified as:
A - Easily Heard
B - Fairly loud and clear and sometimes audible with headphones
and
C - Soft and indecipherable
This fails to take into account more recent technology and techniques, so I propose a new set of classifications:
A - Easily understood without any audio manipulation. Also the audio in question shows up on a audio/frequency display.
B - Easily understood without any audio manipulation but does not appear on an audio/frequency display.
C - Somewhat understood, but easily understood after audio manipulation.
D - Somewhat understood after audio manipulation or a result of signal artifacts. (robotic sounding no matter how clear is a result of audio artifacting and should not be considered anything above a C in my book)
E - Not completely understandable but still present in the audio after audio manipulation.
F - Barely able for trained ear to hear. (or after listening to audio for hours)
Edit: I have made a change to classify the difference between a class A and the new class B. Everything else has been shifted by one letter. There could be an argument for class B being switched with class A. The reason for that order, is that in a true class A EVP, you should be able to look at the graphic representation of an audio clip and see that there is something there. Class B would mean that you can easily hear it, but can't see the audio visually. A spectral analysis would be in order at that point. However, I do not have enough pieces of evidence of class A and B EVP's to make a definitive analysis about the results from spectral analysis. I would be ever so happy to entertain such clips for further study. (end edit.)
I base this on the grading system from grade school through college. Frankly, if you're getting a E or F, yeah it's probably an EVP, but who really wants to hear it.
I did get a chance to hear some class A EVP's and those are really nice. Pretty much all of my lemp mansion audio is C- through F. I am not completely proud of the quality, but I wasn't about to sacrifice comfort for a disembodied voice.
I tried audacity again for the first time in awhile to see if it was any help in working with the lemp mansion recordings I have, and to be honest, I freaking hate the thing. It wouldn't pull in the audio from the recorder (apparently WMV is a premium format, so it's only available in the beta software). The equalizer in the software was pretty useless, as all it had were presets. I stopped trying to get the darned thing to work before I had successfully chomped off my arm.
Don't get me wrong, cakewalk has its issues as well.
So in the past year, I started documenting anything and everything that strikes me. It's all a part of this idea that I have that I'm not really driving right now, but instead riding. Perhaps a surfer would be a good analogy here (or not, I have no idea), as the wave takes me from one location to another.
Do I have a clue where I am headed? At this point, I am saying no, because really. I have no clue. If I did know, then I wouldn't be spewing these random thoughts onto a blog. On one hand I wish I did know where I was headed, and on the other, I really don't want to know.
Maybe it's more like a roller coaster. Lots of twists and turns, perhaps a loop, but at the end you still end up safe where you need to be.
I know this much, it feels like I am riding backwards. I can't see where I am going any more than I can see the wind. Yeah I can tell which direction it blows, but if it swirls, then I have no clue.
It works though. It's a really fun ride. I can say that I enjoy the experience very much, even though it takes me in directions I did not see myself going. So why fight it?
It's just as simple as the release of floating on water. I am better off by not fighting against it. It's kind of like living in Ecclesiastes 3.
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