Capturing Images on Film from Another Dimension

sydneys-story-21296736Sometimes I think the universe and all its many dimensions likes to have fun with us. Perhaps even weird us out occasionally to keep us either questioning or in complete awe—like seeing one’s dead dog on a recently shot film after it had been dead for years.

I have some very dear and well-known friends who see dead people and professionally communicate with spirits all the time. But back in 1982 I didn’t know them, and what happened to me even had some psychic research experts scratching their heads.

For some reason, I found my detailed notes on the experience this past week, hidden away in a forgotten book. The story was just begging to be retold.

Back in January 1982, I was living in Kansas with my then psychologist boyfriend. A few weeks earlier, I had returned from spending the Christmas holidays in Chicago where I had shot footage on my Super 8mm movie camera of my family snowmobiling. Earlier that day I had picked up the processed film from the local Photomat and when I got home wasted no time threading it onto my projector to see what I had.

Immediately I saw a chest of drawers, which shouldn’t have been there. I had the split second thought this must be someone else’s film. Then what I saw next sent me into a state of semi-shock. Running across the screen, as clear as could be, was my schnauzer dog, Winnie, who had died seven years earlier in 1976, a long time before I even owned a movie camera. No movie film of her existed.

It was one of those “OH.MY.GOD.” moments, where your brain can formulate no other words. My screaming brought my boyfriend running, thinking I had encountered a dead rat. Together we re-played the film several times and tried to make sequential sense of what we were seeing.

The film opened on a lopsided shot from the floor tilting up, showing a chest of drawers that I faceinshadowsrecognized as being in my little brother’s old bedroom. Next was a short black blip on the film which, upon closer examination using a light box, looked like a woman’s face in the shadows whose identity was unrecognizable. She was wearing a white sweater and what was either a dark-colored head scarf or shoulder length brown hair. I had no idea who she was.

Immediately the film returned to the bedroom chest of drawers where Winnie ran across the screen with the camera going in for a close-up of the dog’s face so there would be no mistaking the animal’s identity. Winnie looked like she had just been given a haircut, which she had just prior to her death, and her ears were unclipped, just like we had left them. I kept asking myself—just who is operating this camera?

The scene on the film suddenly shifted to my parent’s Chicago living room where Christmas decorations, stockings and our holiday tree were all missing. This was not December time. Placement of certain objects and furniture in the room told me it had to have been during a time when Winnie was still alive. Some of the objects were no longer there in 1982. The phantom camera operator panned the living room back and forth, with no other apparent reason than to show things clearly. Suddenly the film went to WHITE and then the film returned to 1982 and my family snowmobiling scenes that should have taken up the entire film.

I distinctly recalled that when I started shooting the snowmobiling, I had to unwrap new film and load the camera. The opening shots of the frozen lake were gone, now replaced with the strange Winnie footage. At the time I shot the film it was very cold outside and I recall looking at my footage meter and noticing that the indicator was not moving as accurately as normal. I attributed it to the cold temperatures and nothing else. One has to wonder when the transference took place. Was it already impressed upon the film before I started shooting, or after? I had purchased the new film roll and others only a few weeks earlier.

To make things even stranger, that Christmas my mother had given me the paperback book, Voices on the Tapes, not knowing I had just bought a book at the airport, titled, Phone Calls from the Dead. Coincidence? I think not. As Albert Einstein said, “Coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous.” I was being set up for another unexplainable experience, like others I would continue to have in my life.

My psychologist boyfriend referred the strange experience to the The Menninger Institute, a psychiatric institution in Topeka, Kansas, where they were studying altered brain states as well as psychic phenomenon (among other things). Dr. Elmer Green, the Director of Menninger’s, contacted psychiatrists Dr. Stuart Twemlow, MD and Dr. Glen Gabbard, MD to meet with me and discuss the film.

Both doctors were interested in how intent, during altered states of awareness, might affect physical matter. They were curious to see if I could consciously affect film to bring about strange manifestations. They hooked me up to a deep focus state audiotape and let my movie camera run.

While I found it an interesting experiment, I’m sure they were sadly disappointed to find the results extremely boring. Not surprising for me, the film showed nothing. I never thought it was me influencing it, but rather a random message of awe from the universe.

On the other hand, Twemlow and Gabbard had expressed interest in the possibility of officially documenting the case and perhaps presenting the unusual phenomena at the American Society for Psychical Research in New York City. I guess somethings happen only once—at least in my case. Thankfully, I was not destined to be a psychic guinea pig.

The footnote to this story is that my “Winnie” film was authenticated by Kodak Labs, where it was sent to verify it had not been tampered with through editing. Along the side of the film are sequential symbols marking frames and the year the film roll was manufactured. What they found stamped on my “Winnie” film roll was the code symbol for the year 1976. I submitted another film roll to the lab which I had purchased at the same time. The code symbol for this roll showed 1981. While this made events even more bizarre, it immediately made my film undocumentable. Someone could always claim I had saved film I shot from that year when the dog was still alive—even though neither my parents or I ever owned a Super 8 camera back then. So this strange story just remains another strange story without explanation. Life is often like that.

I have no idea where the Winnie film is today. It might be packed away somewhere in a box or I might have accidentally tossed it years ago when I sold my old equipment and went to digital.

Today, things are different—not even as shockingly strange as years ago. Due to the Internet, we DO hear of cases where people consistently pick up other-worldly images on film. For some people, it doesn’t matter whose camera they are using. The results are always the same, as seen in this interesting 8-minute video below. It will forever leave you wondering…

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Dr. Kathy Forti is a clinical psychologist, inventor of the Trinfinity8 technology, and author of the book, Fractals of God

Talking with Spirits with James Van Praagh

Kjf_with_JVP_1James Van Praagh jokingly refers to himself as a small “Medium-at-large.”  For the thousands who have witnessed him talking with spirits and bringing back messages from deceased friends and loved ones, there is little doubt he is a clairvoyant with a huge gift.  I confess, I may be a wee bit biased.  I’ve known James for several years.  We first met on a train in Peru, on our way to Machu Picchu to participate in a sacred winter solstice ceremony.  James sat down right next to me and immediately said, “I feel you have an interesting story to tell.  What is it?”  We became fast friends, later to travel to Australia where I endeavored to get him to climb to the top of the Sydney Harbor Bridge with friends.  But that’s another story.

Wherever James is in the world, his talks are always packed events—sold out audiences and long lines to buy his books. His healing messages for the living as well as those on the other side are legendary.  I’ve seen him in action many times—each time a revelation.  But on a recent demonstration in the Los Angeles area, even I was astounded at what came through.  It was a clear example of how the universe gets all the right players together, so the right pieces of the puzzle can click into place at the right moment in time.

“I have a 52-year-old man here, who tells me he wrote jingles for a living,” James started out, looking into the crowd.  “He’s a songwriter and he’s singing Song Sung Blue to me.  He’s showing himself wearing a black tux, white tie and tails at the Waldorf Astoria where he’s dancing to the music.  This man loves to dance.  He loves music.  He is also a very funny guy.”  James scanned the crowd.  “Does this resonate with anyone here?”

A woman raised her hand and revealed it was her uncle.   James continued:  “He’s saying thank you for helping the family get through his departing.  He wants you to tell his wife he loves her very much and that ‘I’ve found the fun again’.” This was quickly followed up with other personal family details as well as messages to his children, not present.  “I’m feeling he has difficulty breathing,” James said holding his chest.  “There’s pressure in his heart area.  Did he die of a heart attack?”  The niece verified he had.home-email-promo-940

This type of  detailed information coming through is not at all unusual for James.  It’s what happened next that is extremely interesting.  A young teenager boy, who had died of a drug overdose, attempted to come through to speak to his mother in the audience.  Unfortunately, he had not yet gotten the hang of communicating thoughts and pictures to a medium, so the singer/songwriter, who had come through before him, stepped in to help out.

“Oh, this is interesting,” James continued.  “The songwriter is saying he’s mentoring the boy on the other side and has been teaching him to play the guitar.”  The niece of the songwriter then openly revealed that the identity of her departed family member was none other than Grammy-Award winning singer/songwriter Harry Nilsson who died in January of 1994.

While it’s not important for James to know the identity of the spirit coming through, this surprised him for a different reason.  He revealed that just three days earlier he had watched the 2006 documentary on Nilsson’s life after a friend told him he should watch it.  Coincidence?  Then it got even more interesting. A woman in the audience revealed she was the 9-1-1 dispatcher who had taken the call the night Nilsson had his heart attack.  I’m sure I wasn’t the only one whose jaw dropped.

Harry Nilsson is best remembered for his Grammy Award winning songs, Everybody’s Talkin’ (from the movie Midnight Cowboy), Without You and put the lime in the Coconut song, to name just a few.   A pop artist and musician who reached success in the 70’s, his good friends John Lennon and Paul McCartney gave him the distinction of being their “all-time favorite performing artist.”  And now Harry is sharing his musical talent as a teacher on the other side.

Truly, we are all messengers and teachers in life–whatever dimension we reside in.  At dinner afterwards, James and I talked about how our paths are sometimes chosen for us.  I never thought I’d be anything but a psychologist.  Certainly not a developer of quantum-based healing software.  But life oftentimes takes you down a road least expected.  Curious, I asked James what he would be if he wasn’t acting as a bridge between the spirit world and this one.  He thought about it for a nanosecond. “Definitely a landscape architect,” he said.  I smiled to myself.  He’s already a landscape architect—just on a more global cosmic level.

Thank you, James, for being a true architect of change and making a healing difference in so many lives!    Mine included.

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Dr. Kathy Forti is a clinical psychologist, inventor of the Trinfinity8 technology, and author of the book, Fractals of God: A Psychologist’s Near-Death Experience and Journeys Into the Mystical