Showing posts with label Vietnam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vietnam. Show all posts

Friday, April 9, 2010

Kennebec7 White Darkness

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Ty Callison for Kennebec7(#4)

Miss Ruskin (Beth Ann) of Kennebec asked me most kindly not to say too much about the occasion of my friend Edson Viana’s death. So I won’t. I understand all that jaw about ‘spoilers,’ but I want to say this much, get it off my chest: I might have stopped Edson’s murder if I had been a little smarter in a timely manner. You’ll see how that all came about if they make the movie, the way Beth Ann is talking.

Edson Viana, as I’ve said on an earlier occasion, was a master of parapsychology, including precognition and retrocognition, ESP, shamanism, mediumship, telepathy, and the subject of today’s blog-- psychometry. If you look up in an esoteric dictionary, you’ll find hundreds of special skills of this type which most of modern civilization has forgotten.

Edson used psychometry to help him find Marina, his teenager who was kidnapped in connection with the Billy McCrae affair. He started in the hotel room where they first grabbed his girl. Speaking formally, psychometry is the intuitive ability to gain information about an entity who has held or touched an object, and in Edson’s case, he could connect a person historically with a thing using his visualization and intuition. He told me he’d been in Greece one time and started touching some rocks, and he saw the Trojan Wars or some such ancient battle.

In the little group I have up in Scottsdale, I give lectures about these skills, although I’m not truly an expert about psychometry. I learned about invisibility and suchlike from Buddhist monks in Vietnam and Thailand when I was young and footloose, but I’ve been a bit lazy about trying to practice psychometry. It’s not an overnight skill.

Back to Edson. He stood there in his daughter’s hotel room and made himself see all kinds of visions flashing through his mind. That being logical because many people have obviously stayed in that room over the years. But he could slow up the pictures when he sensed Marina’s vibe. Edson could see what had transpired. Two men with masks grabbed Marina, threw duct tape around her mouth, knocked her unconscious with a pipe of some sort, wrapped a comforter from the bed around her. Edson saw them flow out the door with his little girl like the wind and sand off our desert.

Where did they take her? Edson opened the door that led out to the corridor. He felt the walls. Slid his hand along them. So many visions. The ones with the most feelings came up clearest… the newlyweds, the drunken arguments, the heartbreak of betrayal. Then Marina entered his visions, wrapped in the comforter and carried toward the service elevator.

How does it work? All life forms including our own bodies are composed of energy fields. The energetic imprints carry any type of information, a location, feelings, colors, sounds, emotions.

The masked men ripped off their masks when they reached the hotel’s service entrance. The doors opened. Edson was almost blinded by the bright light that surrounded him. Then he was in the dark again. The rear doors to an ambulance opened. The two men lifted Marina inside. A third man drove. Their faces, Edson explained, were like over-exposed film – light and shadows.

But then the ambulance drives away. It will take more than psychometry to track Marina now. But Edson had more skills at his disposal. However, sad for me to speak on this, but those skills led him not only to his daughter, but—Okay, Beth Ann is giving me that look again. “Enough!”

Sorry.

Until next time,

Ty Callison

Mesa, Arizona

04/09/2010

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Kennebec7 White Darkness

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Ty Callison for Kennebec7(#2)


I told you a bit of the story of Billy McCrae last time I was blogging about Kennebec7’s White Darkness picture. Then even some of my good friends here in Maricopa County called me up to tell me how confused they were.

Well, I confess myself to be a tad windy when I get going. I may be many things, but I’m not a writer. Kennebec7 said, “Give our readers a taste of what you do, Ty, but not too much, otherwise they won’t go to the movie we’re trying to make.” I suppose what I did in that first blog is give you a few little tidbits from a big ole smorgasbord.

So, let me back up and try again. I was a very average young man from Bluebell, Utah fighting a war in Vietnam, and feeling like I was at the wrong place at the right time. I married Phuong and she delivered Lily to me, and then the war took them away.

Something happened to me after that. Maybe I just died myself and didn’t know it. Didn’t lie down. A part of me just disappeared, and then I was reborn – in some sense a whole new man.

I could see dead people alive in another place. In time some of those dead people realized I could see them, so on occasion they even spoke to me. Not so you’d hear it through your ears, you understand. I wasn’t some fool walking the street conversing with thin air. Basically it came through in my head. I’d hear a fella and then I’d hear myself commenting inside my head. Like a conversation. Not so weird. We talk to ourselves inside our heads all the time. Didn’t happen every day, of course. That could get annoying.

There are folks that got it far more dramatic than me. I often reflect on my friend, Edson Viana, from Brazil. Edson got killed up here in Phoenix trying to help me with the Billy McCrae case. You say, what was a fella from Brazil doing up here in Arizona working on one of my homicide cases? Well last time I mentioned Carmen DaSilva, who I visit from time to time at one of our state mental facilities. Carmen killed a lot of people, you see, beautiful fashion model gal that she was, that’s because of Billy McCrae getting his hooks into her – from the inside – controlling her mind and all.

Carmen was from Brazil, just a 21 year-old gal, a fashion model doing a show in Scottsdale when Billy got hold of her. Carmen’s best friend was another model, name of Ana Lucia, and Ana Lucia was Edson’s niece. Long way of saying that’s how Edson ended up in Phoenix. He came to help out. Edson was a living, breathing psychic. Had a bookstore down in his town in Brazil, but you might say that was his day job.

He got killed up here trying to rescue his lovely teenage daughter, Marina, who came with him from Brazil because she also had some of her daddy’s special abilities. They kidnapped her to try to get us off the trail. Beth Ann from Kennebec told me not to go too far with this because it would be a ‘spoiler,’ I guess that’s what they call it when you tell too much.

I can’t tell my story in one gulp, you can see that, and still keep out those ‘spoilers,’ but Beth Ann says I got 3 of these blogs, just like Shirley over in Santa Fe, so she says next time I can tell you some more about Edson. Beth Ann and me are going to have a coffee and some donuts and tidy up what I’ll talk about next time.

So long,

Ty Callison

Mesa, Arizona

04/03/2010