The Curious Case of the West Memphis Three

The West Memphis Three and the Satanic Panic Era

This case has lived in my head for months.

I have walked the murder site, recorded every psychic hit in real time, and chased every lead that crossed my path. I have read court documents, sifted through old news clippings, and replayed the Estes sessions until the voices felt like they were speaking straight into my bones.

The West Memphis Three story is more than a murder investigation. It is a portrait of small-town fear, a study in how a community can build a monster out of kids in black shirts while the real killer stands in plain sight. It is a reminder that justice can be buried for decades under rumor, panic, and willful blindness.

Along the way I have shared my own connection to this case: the parallels to my teenage years, the psychic impressions that came fast and hard, the unsettling sense that the land itself still remembers. I have traced every step from the night of the murders through the trials, the false confessions, the decades of appeals, and the long fight for freedom.

We will start with the current events and then move through the details of the case, including a full timeline, before diving into the psychic investigation and my own conclusions.

A Chronicle of the DNA Testing So Far

Before the current round of testing began in 2025, the case had already gone through several key forensic updates that reshaped the narrative.

2007: First Major DNA Review
In 2007 the evidence from the original investigation was retested using more advanced mitochondrial DNA methods. The results were striking. A hair found in one of the shoelace knots used to bind Michael Moore was not a match for Damien Echols, Jason Baldwin, or Jessie Misskelley. Instead it was consistent with the mitochondrial DNA of Terry Hobbs, the stepfather of victim Stevie Branch. Another hair recovered near the scene matched the profile of David Jacoby, a friend of Hobbs who was reportedly with him the night the boys disappeared. These findings ruled out all three teenagers and placed attention on people close to the victims.

2011: Plea Deal and Release
Despite the new DNA evidence, Arkansas prosecutors did not reopen the case. In August 2011 the West Memphis Three entered Alford pleas, maintaining their innocence while acknowledging that the state had enough evidence to convict, and were released after eighteen years in prison. The hair evidence remained untested beyond the initial 2007 work.

2024: Supreme Court Ruling for New Testing
Efforts to revisit the forensic evidence continued. On April 18, 2024, the Arkansas Supreme Court ruled that new DNA testing could move forward on a broader set of crime scene items, including the ligatures, clothing, and additional hair samples. This decision overturned previous denials and set the stage for a fresh look at the evidence with the latest technology.

2025: Preparing for the Next Phase
In August 2025 a judge authorized the new round of testing, ordering that the shoelaces, ligature hairs, and other critical items be sent to modern forensic labs for analysis. This testing is now underway and represents the most comprehensive examination of the physical evidence since the murders.

These steps from the 2007 retesting to the 2011 Alford pleas, the 2024 Supreme Court decision, and the 2025 court order form the backbone of the forensic record to date. They show a clear shift away from the original suspects and open the door for the newest DNA work to either confirm or challenge everything we thought we knew about the case.

Arkansas Supreme Court Clears New DNA Testing in West Memphis Three Case

After three decades of legal quiet, a judge in Crittenden County, Arkansas, gave the green light on August 1, 2025, to dig into the “mysterious box of evidence” in the West Memphis Three case. That means the shoelaces used to bind the three murdered boys are getting re-tested with modern DNA tech specifically M-Vac, which vacuums skin cells from fibers.

The decision follows a 4-3 ruling from the Arkansas Supreme Court that a lower court was wrong to deny Damien Echols’ request for new genetic testing. In 2022, a judge had blocked the testing, saying state law didn’t apply because Echols was no longer in custody. The state also argued that Echols’ plea deal barred him from asking. The high court rejected both claims.

“We appreciate the (Arkansas Supreme Court) giving this ruling and hope we can now once and for all solve this case, clear our names and find the person responsible for carrying out these horrendous crimes,” Echols said in a statement. “This is monumental.”

Dan Stidham Finally Spills in His New Book

The former defense attorney for Jessie Misskelley Jr. has finally dropped his tell-all A Harvest of Innocence and it lands like a punch to the gut.

This is not a dry recap of the West Memphis Three case. Stidham has been sitting on information he says he could not share in the past because it might have put people in danger. Now he is a judge and free to speak. The book opens with a blunt line: “The killer is alive today. I am sure of it.”

Stidham teamed up with two retired FBI profilers, one of them a co-author of the official profiling manual. Their conclusion is that the murders were not the result of satanic panic or a coerced confession. They believe the killer could have been a long-haul truck driver. The crime scene was within walking distance of a truck stop along I-40 and Stidham treats that as a significant detail.

The book covers the toll the case took on him personally. He writes about years of nightmares, anxiety, and public hostility. He revisits the 2007 partial DNA match to Terry Hobbs, stepfather of one of the victims. That lead was never pursued to formal charges.

Stidham believes new M-Vac technology could finally pull genetic material from the original items in the case. He calls this the best opportunity in decades to identify the real killer or clear the lingering suspicion around the convicted men.

For Stidham, the process of writing A Harvest of Innocence was also an act of release. After finishing the book, he says it was the first time in decades he could sleep through the night.

The Murders in Robin Hood Hills.

This is a rewritten chapter from my book Eerie Arkansas.

In 1993, three teenagers from West Memphis were accused and later convicted of killing three eight-year-old boys in what police called a satanic ritual. The accusation was unsubstantiated. The evidence was weak. The convictions eventually collapsed.

On May 5, 1993, Michael Moore, Steve Branch, and Christopher Byers were reported missing around 7 p.m. by John Mark Byers, Christopher’s adoptive father. Search teams focused on the Robin Hood Hills area, where the boys had last been seen. The next afternoon, parole officer Steve Jones spotted a single black shoe floating in a muddy creek. Minutes later, the bodies were found naked, hogtied with their own shoelaces, and their clothing tangled in branches. Two pairs of underwear were never recovered.

Police initially said the boys had been beaten and sexually assaulted based on injuries to Christopher Byers. The other two victims had no genital injuries. Autopsies showed Moore and Branch drowned, while Byers died from multiple injuries.

From Left to Right: Stevie Branch, Michael Moore and Christopher Byers

The Victim

Steve Edward Branch
Eight years old, blond hair, 4’2″, 64 pounds. An honor student who lived with his mother, Pam, and stepfather, Terry Hobbs, one of the last people to see the boys alive. Last seen in a white T-shirt and blue jeans, riding a black-and-white bicycle.

James Michael Moore
Eight years old, 4’5″, 55 pounds, brown hair. Considered the leader of the trio. Known for wearing his Boy Scout uniform everywhere. Lived with his parents, Todd and Dana, and his older sister. Last seen in full uniform, riding his green bike.

Christopher Michael Byers
Eight years old, light brown hair, 4’0″, 55 pounds. Believed in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. Lived with his mother, Melissa, and adoptive father, John Mark Byers. Last seen in a white long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and dark shoes. He was on foot.

Damien Echols 1993
Jason Baldwin 1993
Jessie Misskelley Jr. 1993

The Accused

Damien Echols
Eighteen, self-proclaimed Wiccan, with a record for vandalism, burglary, and shoplifting. Wore black clothing, listened to heavy metal, and read Stephen King novels. His probation officer believed he led a local satanic cult. Echols had dropped out of school, spent time in a mental institution, and was living with his parents in a trailer park.

Jason Baldwin
Sixteen, good student, gifted artist encouraged to study graphic design. Minor trouble with the law, mostly with Echols. Lived in the Lakeshore neighborhood.

Jessie Misskelley Jr.
Seventeen, low IQ, quick temper, poor school performance. Not close friends with Echols and Baldwin but knew them. Known for starting fights. Dropped out of high school and lived in Highland Trailer Park.

The Timeline

May 5, 1993: The Day the Three Boys Go Missing

2:55 p.m.: School ends at Weaver Elementary.
3:01 p.m.: Michael Moore walks home and meets his sister, Dawn.
3:08 p.m.: Steve Branch walks home with his mom and his sister, Amanda.
3:11 p.m.: Christopher Byers is supposed to be home.
3:18 p.m.: Michael changes into his Boy Scout uniform.
3:28 p.m.: Michael goes to Steve’s house to play.
3:33 p.m.: Steve and Michael leave on their bikes.
3:44 p.m.: Christopher goes to Steve’s house and watches The Muppet Show with Amanda.
3:51 p.m.: Michael and Steve play in the southeast part of the neighborhood.
4:02 p.m.: Christopher goes to look for Michael and Steve.
4:07 p.m.: The three boys meet on South McCauley.
4:18 p.m.: The boys are seen in Jamie Clark Ballard’s backyard.
4:30 p.m.: The boys are seen on Barton Street with another neighborhood boy.
4:31 p.m.: Christopher heads home and climbs in through a window.
4:32 p.m.: Narleen Hollingsworth almost hits two boys with her car.
4:36 p.m.: Michael goes home to look for Christopher.
4:43 p.m.: Michael and Christopher are seen on Wilson, playing.
4:48 p.m.: Steve arrives home late. He was due at 4:30 p.m.
4:55 p.m.: Michael goes to Tray’s house.
5:03 p.m.: Christopher skateboards with his neighbor, Lakeisha.
5:10 p.m.: Steve is likely at home.
5:14 p.m.: Michael is on Holiday Drive with the fourth boy from earlier.
5:20 p.m.: Christopher is picked up by his father and taken home.
5:30 p.m.: Christopher is punished and told to clean the carport.
5:36 p.m.: Michael is seen playing near the woods.
5:43 p.m.: Michael and the fourth boy talk to Alan Bailey Jr.
5:50 p.m.: Michael goes to find Christopher.
5:56 p.m.: Michael and Steve find each other on Wilson.
6:00 p.m.: The boys are seen on Fourteenth Street, headed toward Goodwin.
6:02 p.m.: Christopher and Bobby Posey walk to Carlos’s house.
6:07 p.m.: Michael and Steve play near the entrance to the woods.
6:11 p.m.: Christopher goes to Carlos’s and learns everyone is on Goodwin.
6:17 p.m.: Christopher heads toward Goodwin to find his friends.
6:20 p.m.: Dana Moore sees all three boys together.
6:22 p.m.: All three boys are in Devil’s Den.
6:30 p.m.: The boys cross the pipe bridge.
8:00 p.m.: John Mark Byers calls police to report his son missing.
8:30 p.m.: Byers searches the woods for the boys.
9:00 p.m.: Dana Moore and Pam Hobbs call police to report the boys missing.
Between 9:30 and 10:00 p.m.: Narleen Hollingsworth tells police she saw Damien Echols and another boy near the Blue Beacon, on the edge of Robin Hood Hills.

Crime Scene at Robin Wood Hills. Note the red flags.

The Murder

May 6, 1993

From 1:00 a.m. to 5:00 a.m.: Medical examiner Dr. Frank Peretti later says the murders likely took place during this window.

May 6, 1993

6:00 a.m.: Chief Inspector Gary Gitchell announces the boys are missing and that search efforts will continue.
1:45 p.m.: Officers find a body in Robin Hood Hills. Three bodies are recovered.
4:00 p.m.: The coroner arrives and declares all three boys dead. They were in a ditch about 150 yards from the Blue Beacon Truck Wash under about two and a half feet of water.

The Autopsies

Trigger Warning: The original wording is clinical and graphic. This is a condensed summary. It still describes injuries. So, if you are sensitive to this kind of content then skp this part and move on to the rest of the article.

Christopher Michael Byers

Cause of death: multiple injuries. Manner of death: homicide. Carbamazepine was present in his system, a drug used for epilepsy, nerve pain, and bipolar disorder. No blood or semen was found in his mouth or anus.


Byers’s body arrived nude. His hands were bound to his feet in a hogtie with shoelaces. Right wrist to right ankle with a black lace. Left wrist to left ankle with a white lace. His head was blood-soiled. His body had dried mud, leaves, and debris.


He had scrapes and bruises on the right ear. Abrasions on the right eyebrow, left eyelid, left ear, nose, and lips. Bite marks on both cheeks. A laceration on the top left scalp with soft tissue hemorrhage. Multiple fractures at the base of the skull.


His anal orifice was dilated. The penis, scrotum, and testes were missing. There were abrasions and contusions on both buttocks. Bruising on both legs and parts of the lower back. Wrists and ankles showed yellowed bruising from bindings.


Full report: http://callahan.mysite.com/wm3/autcb.html

Michael Moore

Cause of death: multiple injuries with drowning. Manner of death: homicide. No drugs were present. Head blood-soiled. Dried mud and debris on the body. Wrists bound to ankles in a hogtie with black shoelaces.


There were scrapes on the nose. Swollen contusions on the left cheek and lips. An egg-shaped swollen bruise with smaller lacerations on the front right side of the head. Another egg-shaped bruise behind the right ear. Smaller scratches on the lower face and jaw. Multiple bite wounds on the tip of the tongue.


He had multiple skull fractures. The right side of the brain was swollen from hemorrhage. Scratches and bruising on the right neck, shoulder, and chest. Scratches on the left neck and left abdomen.


The penis had no injuries. The anal orifice was dilated, with no internal injury found. The scrotum and testes were intact with no injuries. An egg-shaped bruise was on the left knee. Purple bruising marked ankles and wrists from bindings. Scrapes and abrasions were on the back and buttocks.


There was evidence of drowning. About two milliliters of water in the sinus cavity. Hemorrhaging in the throat and chest. Lungs were swollen with frothy fluid.


Full report: http://callahan.mysite.com/wm3/autmm.html

Stevie Branch

Cause of death: multiple injuries with drowning. Manner of death: homicide. No drugs were present. Body covered in leaves, mud, and debris. Blond hair with blood in it. Genitals were intact. Body arrived nude. Hands were bound to feet in a hogtie. Right wrist to right ankle with a black lace. Left wrist to left ankle with a white lace.


There were scratches and abrasions on the right ear, over the right eye, and down the right cheek. Lips and gums were bruised and swollen. A dome-shaped cut was on the left eyebrow with scrapes and bruises down the side of the face.


A large swollen abrasion with overlying scratches was on the left scalp. Fractures were at the neck and base of the skull, radiating from the left side. Scratches were found on the chest and lower left leg.


The lungs were swollen and filled with a bloody, frothy liquid. The sinuses held a bloody water-like fluid. Wrists and ankles were swollen and yellowed from bindings. No sperm or sexual fluid was present on the body or in any orifice.


Full report: http://callahan.mysite.com/wm3/autsb.html

Damien Echols Mug Shots
Jason Baldwin Mug Shots
Jessie Misskelley Jr. Mugshots

After the Murder

May 7, 1993

Juvenile officer Steve Jones and Lieutenant Sudbury question Damien Echols about the deaths. They take no notes.

May 8, 1993

Detective Bill Durham and Investigator Shane Griffith question Damien Echols and Jason Baldwin. Both say they have never heard of the murdered children.

May 10, 1993

Lieutenant Sudbury and Detective Bryn Ridge interview Damien Echols without a lawyer. He takes a polygraph. According to Ridge’s notes, Durham reported that Damien was untruthful and that the polygraph indicated involvement.

May 12, 1993

Police interview Pam Echols. She says Damien was at home the night of the murders, on the phone with two girls from school.

May 19, 1993

Vicki Hutchinson, a neighbor of Jessie Misskelley, claims she went with Echols and Misskelley to an esbat in Marion, Arkansas. She says Echols drove. She describes ten other people dressed in black with faces and arms painted black. She claims the gathering turned sexual. She says Echols drove her home afterward.

May 27, 1993

Police interview Vicki Hutchinson again. She says Echols and Misskelley are involved in cult activity. Her son, Aaron, tells police he often played in Robin Hood Hills with the murdered boys. He claims to have seen five boys in the woods singing to the Devil and doing adult sexual acts.

June 2, 1993

Hutchinson takes a polygraph. Police say she is truthful.

June 3, 1993

Police interview Jessie Misskelley under false pretenses. They mention a $35,000 reward for information. Misskelley denies involvement in the murders and denies ritual activity. After hours of harsh questioning, he changes his story. He begins to tell police what they want to hear. His account has major errors, including stating the murders happened during the day when they happened in the evening. Police steer him to match case details, then record his confession. Original transcript: https://www.dpdlaw.com/jessie-misskelley-jr-confession/

June 3, 1993, 9:00 p.m.

Police obtain search warrants for the homes of Damien, Jason, and Jessie.

June 3, 1993, 10:30 p.m.

Damien, Jason, and Jessie are arrested and charged with three counts of capital murder.

Satanic Panic

The Satanic Panic was not a brief moral flare-up. It was a sustained campaign of fear, amplified by television, talk shows, and police training seminars. It criminalized people based on aesthetic, religion, and rumor, and it created investigative standards built on suggestion instead of fact.

Between the early 1980s and the mid-1990s, thousands of claims of “satanic ritual abuse” were investigated across North America. Most were unfounded. The structure was always the same: a child’s story, coaxed or implanted through suggestive therapy, was treated as absolute proof. Accusations became convictions in the court of public opinion long before a trial began.


Alright, folks, buckle up for a wild ride through the twisted origins of Satanic Panic and its unsettling resurrection in today’s world. In Part 1, we’re dissecting the hysteria that gripped the 80s and how it’s managed to slither its way into the present day through QAnon, the Trump presidency, and beyond.

For full show notes and links: Satanic Panic Reloaded – From the 80s to QAnon and Trump


Michelle Remembers

In 1980, Michelle Remembers was published. Michelle Smith and her psychiatrist, Dr. Lawrence Pazder, claimed she had been abused by a satanic cult as a child. These memories were “recovered” through extensive regression therapy sessions.

The accounts were dramatic. Human sacrifice. Murder of infants. Rituals involving the Pope. The book was a bestseller. Pazder and Smith toured the country and appeared on major talk shows. They presented their case as fact and positioned themselves as experts in identifying and combating ritual abuse. Pazder went on to advise police departments and consult on investigations.

Later fact-checking found no evidence to support any of the book’s claims. Dates did not match documented events. People named in the book were proven to be elsewhere at the time. No physical evidence connected to any described ritual was ever produced. The book is now regarded as fictional, but at the time it was treated as a manual.

Barbara Snow

Barbara Snow, a therapist in Utah, adopted a similar approach. She conducted interviews with children in which initial denials were met with repeated questioning, leading prompts, and positive reinforcement when the child gave a story that matched her expectations. Over time, children produced increasingly elaborate accounts involving witches, blood rituals, and sexual abuse.

These statements were not spontaneous disclosures. They were products of repeated, guided sessions in which the interviewer had already decided what the “truth” would be. The resulting “testimony” entered legal cases as if it were factual eyewitness evidence.


Grab your favorite beverage and settle in as we journey back to the wild and paranoid days of the 1980s Satanic Panic. We’re talking over 12,000 cases of alleged satanic sexual ritual abuse—completely unsubstantiated, of course. The McMartin trial? Oh, you bet we’re diving into that circus.

For full show notes and links: The McMartin Trial ⚖️ The Satanic Panic of the 1980s Part 2


The McMartin Preschool Trial

The McMartin Preschool case began in 1983 when a mother reported her son was being abused by a teacher. The physical symptom cited was difficulty with bowel movements. Medical examinations found no physical signs of abuse. The mother was later diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia.

Despite the lack of physical evidence, the accusation led to one of the most expensive and longest criminal trials in U.S. history. Over 350 children were interviewed. Many alleged acts included underground tunnels, animal sacrifice, and trips in hot air balloons to undisclosed locations for ritual abuse. Actor Chuck Norris was named in some accounts as a participant.

Only 41 children testified. The interview techniques used by investigators were later discredited for being highly suggestive. In recorded sessions, children appeared confused, contradicted themselves, and at times seemed to be guessing at answers to please the adults questioning them.

The trial lasted seven years and cost $15 million. It ended with no convictions. All charges were dropped.

From Satanic Panic to QAnon

The themes of the Satanic Panic did not disappear. They adapted. Allegations of secret cabals abusing children migrated from preschool basements to online forums. QAnon recycled familiar elements: hidden tunnels, elite figures engaging in ritual abuse, and a small group of “truth-tellers” claiming exclusive knowledge.

Instead of paperback memoirs and daytime talk shows, the new conspiracy culture uses social media platforms, livestreamed “testimony,” and influencer marketing. The pattern is the same.

Children are positioned as the ultimate victims.

The accused are described as powerful, unreachable figures.

Believers are told they are part of a select group who “see the truth.”

The structure fosters fear and reinforces a savior mentality in the audience.

The Trial

une 4, 1993

Authorities hold a press conference and announce they have arrested the killers. They say they are confident.

June 7, 1993

The three defendants are assigned lawyers.

June 9, 1993

Eight-year-old Aaron Hutchinson is interviewed. He says he saw the three boys being killed.

August 4, 1993

Pretrial hearing. Damien and Jason will be tried together. Jessie will be tried separately. Judge David Burnett rules that Jessie’s confession tape can be heard at all trials. All three will be tried as adults.

September 1993

The prosecution interviews families of the defendants and other witnesses under oath.

November 10, 1993

Judge Burnett schedules Jessie’s trial first in January. Damien and Jason will be tried in February.

November 17, 1993

Police hire divers to search the lake behind Damien and Jason’s trailer park. A nine-inch serrated blade is found behind Jason’s trailer.

December 30, 1993

The defense interviews the Hutchinsons’ neighbors. They say Aaron was playing in the trailer park the day of the murders. He was not near Robin Hood Hills. He could not have witnessed the killings.

January 18, 1994

Jury selection begins for Jessie’s trial.

January 26, 1994

John Mark Byers is interviewed about a knife that has blood from Christopher and himself on it.

February 5, 1994

Jessie Misskelley is convicted of one count of first-degree murder and two counts of second-degree murder. He is sentenced to forty years and sent to a facility in Pine Bluff, Arkansas.

February 17, 1994

Jessie is pressured to testify in Damien and Jason’s trial. He makes a statement under oath accusing them.

February 18, 1994

Jessie withdraws and decides he will not testify.

February 19, 1994

Jury selection begins for Damien and Jason’s trial.

You can get the trial transcripts here: West Memphis Three Trials: The Transcripts

February 28, 1994

Opening arguments begin.

March 17, 1994

Jury deliberations begin.

March 18, 1994

The jury finds both guilty on three counts of capital murder.

March 21, 1994

Sentencing. Jason receives life in prison. Damien is sentenced to death, scheduled for May 5, 1994. Jason is sent to Pine Bluff. Damien is sent to death row in Arkansas.

May 1994

All three file appeals.

February 19, 1996

The Arkansas Supreme Court upholds Jessie’s conviction.

1996

The HBO documentary Paradise Lost: The Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills premieres. The website wm3.org launches. A movement to free Damien, Jason, and Jessie begins.

December 23, 1996

The Arkansas Supreme Court upholds Damien and Jason’s convictions.

June 17, 1999

Judge Burnett denies Damien’s petition for a new trial.

December 1999

Damien marries Lorri Davis in a Buddhist ceremony in prison.

March 2000

Paradise Lost 2: Revelations premieres. The film raises questions about whether John Mark Byers could be the killer.

February 2001

Damien’s attorney files a petition for a writ of error coram nobis with the Arkansas Supreme Court, arguing Damien should not have been tried in 1994 due to his mental state.

April 2001

The Arkansas Supreme Court rules in Damien’s favor and sends the petition back to Judge Burnett for consideration.

2002

Devil’s Knot: The True Story of the West Memphis Three by Mara Leveritt is published.

October 2003

Vicki Hutchinson recants in an Arkansas Times interview. She says she lied. She says police told her she could lose her son if she did not give them satanic stories about Damien, Jason, and Jessie.

2007

DNA evidence is tested. No DNA from Damien, Jason, or Jessie is found on items from the crime scene. A hair found in a shoelace knot is consistent with Terry Hobbs.

July 2008

Evidence shows the jury foreman in Damien and Jason’s trial discussed the case with an attorney before deliberations and pushed for conviction.

September 10, 2008

Judge Burnett denies a new trial, saying the DNA evidence is inconclusive.

November 4, 2010

Based on the DNA record, the Arkansas Supreme Court orders the lower court to grant a new trial or exonerate the defendants.

August 19, 2011

Damien, Jason, and Jessie are released from prison under an Alford Plea. They maintain innocence while acknowledging the state had enough evidence to take the case to a jury.

2012

The documentary West of Memphis premieres.

In the years since their release, the case has stayed alive through a steady stream of appeals, legal motions, and Freedom of Information requests aimed at overturning their convictions outright. Damien Echols has been the most public, writing books about his time on death row, touring for speaking engagements, and continuing to push for new DNA testing on remaining evidence. Jason Baldwin co-founded an organization dedicated to wrongful conviction cases and has kept a lower profile, focusing on advocacy work. Jessie Misskelley has largely withdrawn from public view, occasionally giving interviews but living quietly in Arkansas. Despite continued legal efforts, no court has vacated their convictions, and the Alford Plea remains in place. For supporters, the fight has shifted from freeing them to clearing their names entirely.


Ready for a deep dive into one of the most infamous and heartbreaking cases of wrongful accusation? This episode unpacks the story of the West Memphis Three—teenagers from West Memphis, Arkansas, who were wrongfully accused of killing three boys in a so-called ritualistic murder.

For full show notes and links go to: The West Memphis Three – Unraveling a Miscarriage of Justice


I Got Art Class. They Got Prison. Why This Case Haunts Me.

This part of the blog post is based off of the podcast above.

I live in Arkansas but I’m from Southern California.. I’m gonna give a little bit of background about me and why this case is very personal. Then I’m going to get the psychic and paranormal. Cuz that’s what I do…

Putting together the podcast and writing about this had been hard for me. I have researched this case so much. Not just for my podcast but also for my book: Eerie Arkansas.

When I did the podcast, I sat on the information for two months because I’m like, how do I incorporate the psychic part of me into this without fucking up this case? I think this case is really important to talk about and from a completely different angle and not just about who did it.

I am the same age as Damien Echols. I think we’re a few months apart. I’m born in February of 1974, and he was born in December of 1974. We come from the same GenX mold and the same kind of shitty background. This is something that chills me to this day. We were not the same but we were similar enough for it to wonder what my life would have been like if I weren’t somewhat protected by own misguided choices.

The murders happened in May 1993. I had just graduated high school in June of 1992. I’d had a really hard time with high school. I don’t understand why people say that high school is, ” the best years of your life.” Fuck right off with that. High school was a major fucking problem for me.

I was super highly creative, but I was also a goth kid slash punk kid. I dyed my hair a lot of different colors. I was definitely an outsider.

I went to a remedial school for a really long time because I didn’t do well in regular high school. This was my choice. I was called into the principal’s office one time for my big mouth and choice in black clothing. I told him that I wanted out of his stupid school and to send me somewhere else. He put me in the remedial high school as punishment.

But I felt really comfortable there because I was with all these people that just didn’t quite fit in. And I’m like, finally, I fit in somewhere.

I had a history teacher who was allegedly wealthy, and he lived up on a hill. He had a disease where he couldn’t be out in sunlight very long. We called him our vampire teacher, and he was so cool. He had relics from his travels in glass cases. Not fake stuff. Real things he had procured himself. The windows in his 1980s trailer classroom were adorned with fake stained glass to keep the light out. It helped fuel the vampire narrative to the point that a lot of kids thought he was immortal.

Every week on a certain day—I forget what it was, it was a Thursday or Friday, I can’t remember—but he would let one person from the class bring in music that they liked. And then everybody would listen to that music that day. Me and my friends would make mix tapes of all punk and goth music and annoy everyone in the classroom with it.

The same teacher asked us one year what we wanted to do as an additional project. We all decided that we wanted to do a haunted house for Halloween. He let us make a haunted house in the showers of the gymnasium. He let us pick out themes and concepts for each room. We had a costume contest. My friend and I won first place for our costumes that year. We dressed up as vampires in renaissance costumes.

I had an art class with a really chill teacher. I found a six-foot-long old mirror and I wanted to make a giant Ouija board from it.

My art teacher asked, “Have you ever etched?”

And I’m like, “No, I don’t know how to etch.”

She was like, “You’re gonna learn how to etch. I’ll buy the etching stuff and I’ll bring it here, but you have to follow the directions and figure out how to do it.”

I’m like, “No problem.”

She’s said, “And you have to learn how to stencil in order to do this.”

I’m like, “Okay.”

I took it as a fun challenge and worked on it for weeks. I had to hand-do all of the letters and the numbers and made a stencil for this giant six-foot Ouija board. I had to learn how to etch. But I was happy because I was being creative and fueling my passion for the paranormal.

The OUIJA board DID work btw.

I took it to one of my friend’s houses and we put it on her coffee table. There were four or five us that used the board almost every day after school. We used a whisky glass as a planchette. It worked a little bit too well and I think one of the members got rid of it. I’m not sure though. I put it out of my mind.

But my point is this: If I had not had that kind of acceptance where I was allowed to be me and do my crazy ass projects, I probably would’ve gone the way of Damien Echols and Jason Baldwin. I probably would’ve been in and out of jail. I probably would’ve been vandalizing and stealing things.

I was doing a lot of drinking that I probably shouldn’t have been doing. My parents weren’t around. I started going to clubs at 14 and I had a fake ID. There was a lot of Boone’s Farm and hiding out in the woods behind my house. Drinking too much and not caring about the consequences.

I had a lot of traumas, and I numbed myself as much as I could. I came from a bad home situation. It could have been a whole lot worse if I had been in a place like West Memphis, where they did not cater to my out-of-the-box thought process and my strangeness.

The Kids They Were, The Kid I Was

Jason Baldwin and Damien Echols were best friends. Seventeen and eighteen. Always together. Trading books, music, and inside jokes about how much Arkansas sucked when you were a weird kid in a small town. They were into Stephen King. Into Metallica. Into anything that felt like an escape hatch from where they were born.

They weren’t angels. They did small-town stupid stuff—shoplifting, vandalism, skipping school. The kind of crap you do when you’re restless and broke. Damien had already dropped out. Jason was still in school but spent most of his time at Damien’s trailer or dragging Damien back to his house. Jesse Misskelley was more of an acquaintance. A kid they knew from the neighborhood, the way you know someone you pass in the hall. “Hey, what’s up?” and then you keep moving. He wasn’t in their inner circle.

Damien called himself Wiccan. He read Aleister Crowley. He studied witchcraft the way teenagers’ study anything forbidden, obsessively, theatrically, not always responsibly. He thought it was cool. He was curious. He was experimenting.

What sticks out to me, looking back, is that all three of them were poor. Their parents were absent, working long hours or drowning in their own problems. They didn’t have the scaffolding that keeps kids grounded. And when you grow up without support, you make your own culture, sometimes with books and music, sometimes with trouble.

Damien was smart. Brilliant, really. But he was depressed. Diagnosed with mood swings, hallucinations, grandiosity. He even spent time in a mental institution. To me, that grandiosity reads like a shield. When you’ve got nothing, you inflate yourself to survive. Later in life, after prison, Damien became articulate, cultured, and unshakably grounded. But in 1993, he was just a poor goth kid in a trailer park with a pregnant girlfriend and no safety net. That’s what made him dangerous not to society, but to the cops. He fit the story they wanted to tell.

And this is where I can’t separate them from me.

I wasn’t into Metallica. And I never called myself a witch. But my best friend did. She was Wiccan, or at least said she was, and she was the one who helped me use the six-foot Ouija board I built in art class. Spirit communication fascinated me. I didn’t think of it as “the occult arts,” but that’s exactly what it was. I wanted to talk to the other side. I wanted proof there was more.

What I did do was wear black. Every day. And that was enough.

At my first high school, the clothes were basically an arrest warrant. I wore a dog collar once and got hauled to the principal’s office like I’d brought a gun. I was called gross. A whore. Too weird to exist. At a party, a football player spit in my face because he said I didn’t belong there. Weeks later, he asked me out. That was the pattern. Public humiliation, private desire. The jocks and the popular guys mocked me where everyone could see it. Then turned around and tried to date me or sleep with me when no one was looking.

It was relentless. And it could’ve crushed me if I hadn’t found my way into that remedial school. That place saved me. It gave me art, freedom, and weirdos who understood. It gave me permission to be who I was without spitting in my face for it. Without that, I could’ve been Damien. Or Jason. Or Jesse.

The difference between me and them wasn’t character. It was geography. And a hail mary.

A Paranormal Investigation of West Memphis

Field Notes: The Trip, The Energy, The Readings

This is a truncated transcript from my podcast. You can listen to the full episode here.

It started as a simple drive to Kentucky and turned into a full-on paranormal GPS snafu. What should’ve been a straight shot became endless loops around West Memphis, the car stalling, directions flipping, something unseen tugging us back.

Interview with Stephanie [Transcript]

We’re gonna talk about what happened to us during our trip to Kentucky. We’re going to Kentucky or Tennessee. I don’t even know anymore. We stayed on the Kentucky side, but a lot of what we did was in Tennessee.

So what happened?

Stephanie: We were on our way to Tennessee, Kentucky, and we had met up in Little Rock at a friend’s house, and I got in with you and your son, and when you’re driving from Little Rock to Tennessee or like Kentucky, where we were going, you take I 40. Then you turn north at Beth Memphis. So, you never go into Tennessee.

You actually go up through Missouri and into Kentucky, and once we got to that loop that takes you north, got stuck and couldn’t get out of that area that you missed it How many times? Three or four times I think we went and we had to turn around and go back. And then you missed it again. Then we had to turn around.

Heather: Yes, like GPS was not being my friend either. It kept taking me around in a circle and it was a very weird circle just up and over bridges.

Stephanie: And we finally got north, but we were on an access road or something and we were trying to get back on the interstate and your car died like on the highway. I forgot about that.

Heather: At that point it was like, what the hell is going on? Why can’t we get out of this area? Why can’t we leave? It was very weird. And the GPS was being weird and I was missing things or the GPS was saying the wrong thing or it was turning off, or one time I just missed the turn. But it was because it was being so confusing.

It was saying, go left, and then it was saying, go right, and I was like, which way am I going? I don’t know. I was so confused. But it turns out we were within a mile of the murder site the whole time. I think you were talking about something was trying to get your attention at that point too. Yes. I remember when I do psychic stuff, I don’t really go into a trance, but it’s like that.

I get pulled, I don’t know how to explain it, but I was getting pulled and I was like, what the hell is going on right now? It was trying to make itself known.

We were within a mile. We were like just circling it. Like the kill site was even the middle of the, where the I 40 was. So, we were literally going around it in a circle.

Stephanie: the whole area is really weird ’cause I’ve been through there three times in the last few years and every time I go through there, there’s something weird that happens or like my stomach gets all messed up. Temperament of people in the car changes. There’s something really strange about that area.

I don’t know if it’s the energy from that or if it’s something else

Heather: Didn’t you say you stayed at the Holiday Inn Express right in West Memphis.

Stephanie: We’ve stayed at the hotel because that’s where my husband gets points for work and I just remember that one being weird.

It was like a new construction, but it was already a rundown and there was like cigarette stains in the elevators. I remember thinking, this is so weird. Why is this so bad? Why is this so run down? When they’re advertising that it’s a new hotel, it’s just like a weird feeling with everything around there

I don’t know if they were oil field workers or some sort of, a bunch of guys that did manual labor kind of population of the hotel. There was a lot of work trucks and things like that, so it wasn’t like a family friendly, just happy go lucky kind of hotel.

Heather: The hotel we stayed at was part of the Wyndham ’cause I. do the same thing for the points. Like they’re usually pretty clean and nice. It was just like, whoa, where the hell are we? It felt very rundown. The same thing you were saying, we were in no smoking room and there were like holes in the bed and stuff and then they were renovating, which is weird too. On the days that were there, the taking mirrors and stuff out of the room.

Stephanie: On the days that were there, the taking mirrors and stuff out of the room. The minute that I got there I was like, Ugh. Like my stomach dropped and I just couldn’t get outta that mood and I was really grumpy for the rest of the trip. To be honest, the next day we were being nitpicky with each other, like I was feeling very insecure and I hated everything and everybody, I think that’s how my husband was when we stayed there.

’cause the night before we had gone over the river into Memphis and had dinner. My high schooler at the time was throwing a fit, whining about wanting to get home because he was tired of being with the family and he needed a break. And my husband just got pissed off and he was pissed off the entire time and the next morning we got to a huge fight about something.

I don’t even know what it was about, but he was so pissed that he didn’t even stop through Arkansas. We were going to stop and like dig for crystals or to find like a diamond fleece or something to dig and he just kept going straight through. We were driving back from Florida, so we had gone from like Florida to Georgia to Nashville, like this huge trip.

No problems until we got to West Memphis. There’s something weird about the energy there.

On-Site Psychic Impressions

I went to the murder site with my recorder on and let the energy speak. What follows is not a recap. It’s the word-for-word transcript of my psychic impressions in real time, exactly as I said them at the scene.

“Since I’ve come into the town and I’ve been feeling a little off and a little weird. Really weird energy here. I’ve been avoiding going to the site even though that’s why we came here. I’m usually just the opposite of this. Usually, I look forward to go to these kinds of sites. This one is really bothering me though, and I don’t know why.

I just wanna say, this is a, allegedly. This is what I got. This doesn’t mean that it’s gospel. It doesn’t mean that I’m telling the truth. It doesn’t mean anything really. Check out the case. Make sure you do all of your research.

Don’t take this as what happened. This is my psychic impression of it based on me standing there where it happened. Something about somebody’s left knee. Somebody who was bringing the kids here had something wrong with their left knee. They had some kind of issue with the left side of their body, like they had some kind of injury.

They were walking the kids and there was something about some kind of pain. The person that did it either was in sports or they had some kind of injury. Injury, like football injury or something where they were there tackled or they were thrown down on the ground and they had some kind of surgery or they had something having to do with their left knee.

There was two people that brought the kids. It wasn’t just one person, it was two people. The kids were alive when they got here because I see them being walked here either by gunpoint or something because Lacerations. Knife. Knife point, maybe. Knife point. I think they were. Walked from over there because I see three kids and two people, so there’s five people total.

It’s dark though. It’s like almost dark or it’s like dark of night. The other thing that I’m seeing is that they were spanked or they were like beaten. It started out as a punishment. We have a punishment that goes bad where the one kid gets punished and then the other kids, because they’re already trained for this kind of stuff, stand back and all three of them are really afraid of whoever this person is.

There is one person that did the beating and the other person, I don’t know why they’re there, but they are and they’re just going along with it because that’s what they do. We have one major angry person. He has something having to do with the military. He’s got some kind of military background because he goes into this rage and he can’t get out of it and it has something to do with some kind of trauma or some kind of background with with the military, he feels very out of control.

So there’s this like very angry person and then there’s a second person. I wanna say he’s Mexican or he has darker skin, or he has dark black hair. I

I don’t think he intended on killing the kids though. That’s what I’m getting confused about. There was intent because they were left tied up. Why would you walk three kids this way to the river, to this creek? Because it’s secluded. I don’t think the intent was to kill though. What I’m seeing is they were beaten somewhere else at somebody else’s house.

They go from somebody else’s house to here and he walks the kids here and that secondary person is just following along and drinking and he’s high as fuck and he’s sure, whatever you wanna do, dude, let’s do it. These fucking kids are in my way kind of thing. But he doesn’t really care. The kids are freaked out because they’ve already been beaten.

Three of ’em got beat for it and he takes them into this area. This was all wooded area, by the way. It’s not wooded anymore. The I 40 was already here. But it probably wasn’t developed as much as it was or wasn’t. The kids are freaked out. They don’t know what they’re gonna do. He’s done this before with them.

This is not the first time. This is not the first time he’s taken them here before. Same kids. This time it just went bad. This is a father figure. These are older gentlemen, I’m gonna say they’re in their twenties, late twenties, early thirties.

One of them again, football or an injury, like a high school injury or something to the left knee. ’cause as soon as I said that my knee stopped hurting. Then the other one, military, something about a butcher or some one of them. Worked. I keep seeing a butcher like a pig, or somebody who worked with knives knew how to filet.

Maybe it’s just that they went fishing a lot or something. I don’t know. There’s something about being able to filet things. It was like a hunting knife is what I’m seeing.

All I see is one of the kids getting stabbed or fighting. There’s like something about being. Stabbed or fighting back then they’re being held down. I think they were beaten until they were, they passed out and then left and then they were thrown into the river and just left.

I know that two of the kids drowned. I know that for sure. The other kids died from fighting back though from, and that was stab. One of them was stabbed. I feel a stabbing blood, like a loss of consciousness and hitting the ground. The hog tying came because it was an old thing that this person had done before to animals or so there’s gotta be hunting or something like that to leave one of the legs left out.

That’s, there’s something about hunting because it was all on instinct. After that. We have to get rid of the bodies. We have to do it. I don’t know why he took off the clothes of the kids again, the river. It’s a secluded, okay, 93. This is a secluded area. There’s not many people coming out here. This river, it had just rained upstream somewhere of this creek.

The water’s gonna rise and wash everything down the river down into the Mississippi and then out somewhere else. That’s what they were hoping. There’s one kid that gets killed. So now the other two have to go because they’re witnesses. We go into full, uh, autopilot. This is what we do with animals. This is what we’re gonna do with kids because he doesn’t see the kids as human.

He sees them as the words that are coming up, sorry, is pieces of shit. They’re just stupid pieces of shit. And we’re glad to get rid of them because they just fucking bother me all the time. They’re always in my fucking space. They never listen. They deserve this because the stupid fucking little kids are always getting in trouble.

The beating at the house wasn’t enough and they’re not learning their lesson. So this is what has to be done. There’s this sense of just pure calculation that I’m getting.

I don’t see it being a mom issue. I do see the moms knowing that there’s abuse happening and turning a blind eye, not wanting to deal with it.

Whoever did this has a record. Whoever did this has abuse in their past. Whoever did this is abusing other people around them. This is not the first time, and I bet you anything, I a hundred percent bet you he’s killed before it was too easy. Maybe he’s just killed animals, but he’s killed. He’s killed and it’s easy for him.

He doesn’t even think about it. It’s almost like he goes into a rage and it just happens afterwards. He, he shouldn’t have made me go there. Look what you made me do. Total victim. What you mean? I keep coming this way and I could see them walking. I can see them walking. I can see them taking the kids. The kids are afraid.

The kids are trying to talk to each other. They know they’re gonna get in trouble. They’ve done this before. There’s some kind of sexual thing to this. It’s not because he’s into boys and it’s not because sexual gratification, it’s a power thing. He’s very rough in bed. He’s very much about power in bed.

So either he has rape fantasies or he is into like strangling or he’s into auto asphyxiation, or he’s into smacking people around. Or he could be into anal, but like without lube, like dominance control kind of situation. But to that point where it’s not fun anymore, like where he likes to hit doing sex, the energy is still here.

Closing Thoughts

I mention the Estes Sessions. They are in the podcast episode above if you want to hear them.

After everything I have read, heard, and felt, here is where I land.

This part of the story is my opinion. It is not proof. It is not a verdict. When I put all the pieces together, the names from the Estes session, the psychic hits at the site, and the repeated mentions of hair all point in one direction.

Terry Hobbs.

During my other psychic impressions I kept saying “hair.” In the Estes Sessions, I said the names Michael, Mark, John, and Mark Byers. Later I learned that a hair linked to Terry Hobbs was found in the evidence. Jackie, a name that surfaced in the Estes session, turned out to be his father. Hobbs had a military background and worked as a butcher. He fits the details I saw: the rage, the precision, the familiarity with knives, the energy of someone who has killed before. When I let the visions play out, it felt like I was seeing through his eyes.

I believe his wife knew and looked away. I believe Mark Byers suspected. I believe the police had a sense and chose not to act. In my view, the town found it easier to blame three kids in black shirts than to face a predator in their own neighborhood.

This is only my take. I cannot prove it. Maybe you will read the same articles, listen to the same tapes, and see someone else. But after months of research and that night standing in the dark where the boys died, I am ninety percent sure he was involved.

The West Memphis authorities have resisted new DNA testing. Evidence sits unexamined while the official story stays convenient. From the beginning it was simpler to call it Satanic Panic than to admit that the real killer lived down the street.

That is the part of this case that will not let go. People can be cruel. Systems can choose the easy lie. And justice can stall for decades while everyone pretends it is over.

That is where I will leave it. My experience. My vision. My opinion. Take it, question it, follow your own instincts.


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    Jeffrey Epstein Tarot Reading: Revisiting a 2019 Prediction

    The Original Jeffrey Epstein Tarot Reading

    In 2019, I conducted a Jeffrey Epstein tarot reading shortly after news broke of his alleged suicide. Years later, I revisited that reading to see how the symbolism, predictions, and impressions held up against what later emerged.

    Back in 2019, when Jeffrey Epstein allegedly died, something felt off. Not in a vague “conspiracy TikTok” way. In a very specific, prickly, something-does n’t-line-up kind of way.

    So I did what I do. I pulled cards.

    At the time, there was no polished narrative. No cleaned-up timeline. Just raw instinct, a live reading, and a group of people throwing their own interpretations into the mix. It was messy. Collaborative. Weirdly cohesive. And now, years later, looking back at that session, the unsettling part isn’t what felt speculative.

    It’s what suddenly became true.

    Tarot usually doesn’t dodge death. When someone is dead, the symbolism tends to show up fast and loud. That didn’t happen here. Instead, what came through was movement. Not metaphorical movement.Physical relocation. Something is being taken from point A to point B. Cards like the Six of Swords and repeated “8” symbolism pointed to travel, transition, and shifting location. The kind of movement that feels coordinated, not chaotic.

    Layered on top of that were images and impressions of:

    Stairs

    Hallways

    Underground activity

    Back-channel operations. Decisions made out of sight. Conversations are happening where no one is supposed to be listening. The energy wasn’t “this ended.”It was “this was handled.” The reading paints Epstein less as a lone operator and more like a liability that outlived his usefulness.

    There’s a clear sense of escalation. He had been protected before. That much comes through strongly. The reading references his earlier legal leniency as a pattern, not an anomaly. He wasn’t new to this game. He was comfortable inside it.

    But something shifted. The cards suggest he reached a point where he knew too much
    He was willing to talk. Or at minimum, he was no longer controllable

    That combination turns a protected asset into a threat. And once that happens, the outcome stops being about justice.It becomes about containment. There are repeated indicators of assistance, especially from a female figure who is positioned not as a passive participant, but as someone strategic. Intelligent. Involved in logistics and decision-making.

    A collaborator.

    Beyond that, the reading expands outward into a network. Not a neat, labeled organization you can point to and say “that’s it,” but something more fluid.

    A cluster of influence.

    Wealth

    Politics

    Sexual leverage

    Mutual protection

    The kind of ecosystem where everyone has something on everyone else. And once you’re in that system, leaving cleanly isn’t really an option.

    One of the strongest impressions from the reading is that whatever happened, it wasn’t meant to be clearly understood.

    There’s a deliberate fog.

    Missing footage

    Contradictory details

    Gaps that shouldn’t exist

    The reading specifically points to the existence of documentation, especially video or audio, that either won’t be released or will surface in a limited, strategic way. The reading doesn’t insist he survived in the traditional sense. It suggests something stranger.

    That he is “gone” in a way that removes him from public access, but not necessarily through the clean, final mechanism we were given. It leaves room for multiple interpretations:

    A staged death

    A controlled removal

    A delayed execution

    Or a relocation under protection or coercion

    The point isn’t which one is correct. The point is that the energy around it doesn’t match a straightforward suicide. There’s a strong sense that whatever moves he made toward the end, they weren’t passive. They weren’t resigned.

    They were strategic. Almost vindictive. As if he knew he was going down and decided he wasn’t going alone. That introduces a different layer to everything that followed. Because if he positioned information before he was removed, then the real story isn’t just what happened to him. It’s what he set in motion before he disappeared.

    Looking back, a few details from the reading line up in ways that are hard to ignore:

    The missing or compromised surveillance footage, the increasing public awareness of broader networks tied to him
    The continued ambiguity around the official narrative. The slow drip of information instead of full transparency. None of those proves anything on their own. But together, they reinforce the same pattern the reading pointed to:

    We are not being shown the full picture.

    If you’re interested in how tarot can be used to examine major events and collective narratives, you might also enjoy my article Tarot Predictions, Presidential Drama & A Little Magic: The Story of the 2024 Election.

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    Political Witchcraft: How Our Ritual May Have Shifted the 2024 Election

    Political Witchcraft: Did a Ritual Influence the 2024 Election?

    Before diving into this post, I want to make it clear that I’m a pretty liberal witch. I am okay with hexing and binding. I’m not a fluffy white lighter and I believe spiritual bypassing is bullshit. I believe everyone should have basic rights. I’m fiercely opposed to Project 25 and Trump in general.

    Now, I know there’s some debate among magical practitioners about mixing witchcraft with politics. Some argue we shouldn’t use magic to influence political outcomes. But honestly, what’s the point of practicing the craft if you can’t use it for the greater good of humanity?

    Historically, many witches have wielded their power for political purposes. Let’s take a look at some examples that have caught the media’s eye:

    Gerald Gardner, the father of modern Wicca, was a key figure in Operation Cone of Power.

    Adolf Hitler with his cabinet. Picture # MH 11472

    A ThoughtCo article explained,

    “Gardner, who would later become the founder of modern Wicca, joined a coven of witches in the New Forest. According to legend, on Lammas Eve, August 1, 1940, Gardner and several other New Forest witches got together near the town of Highcliffe-by-the-Sea to cast a spell on Hitler to keep the German military from invading Britain. The ritual that was performed that night became known by the sort-of-military-sounding code name Operation Cone of Power.”

    In February 1941, Time Magazine covered a “Hex Party” in the Maryland woods aimed at using Voodoo to kill Hitler.

    Thomas McAvoy—TIme & Life Pictures/Getty Images

    “According to LIFE magazine, the party featured “a dressmaker’s dummy, a Nazi uniform, nails, axes, tom-toms and plenty of Jamaica rum,” and was inspired by a book by occultist and writer William Seabrook that was popular at the time: Witchcraft: Its Power in the World Today….

    “The chief hexer again intoned: ‘Hitler! You are the enemy of man and of the world; therefore we curse you,’” LIFE continued. “‘We curse you by every tear and drop of blood you have caused to flow. We curse you with the curses of all who have cursed you!’ After each line, the entire group responded: ‘We curse you!’

    The ritual ended with an effigy of Hitler being decapitated and buried in the forest “to be devoured by worms.”

    In October 1967, Abbie Hoffman, Allen Ginsburg, and Ed Sanders of the Fugs led hundreds of protesters in an attempt to exorcise and levitate the Pentagon to protest the Vietnam War.

    An article in Time Magazine explained,

    “By chanting ancient Aramaic exorcism rites while standing in a circle around the building, they could get it to rise into the air, turn orange, and vibrate until all evil emissions had fled. The war would end forthwith.”

    Ed Sanders of the Fugs had thoroughly researched exorcism practices and wrote a ritual that included “purification, calling upon the elements, surrounding the Pentagon with cornmeal, singing, and shrieking.”

    Here’s an excerpt of the ritual:

    “In the name of the amulets of touching, seeing, groping, hearing, and loving, we call upon the powers of the cosmos to protect our ceremonies in the name of Zeus, in the name of Anubis, god of the dead, in the name of all those killed because they do not comprehend, in the name of the lives of the soldiers in Vietnam who were killed because of a bad karma, in the name of sea-born Aphrodite, in the name of Magna Mater, in the name of Dionysus, Zagreus, Jesus, Yahweh, the unnamable, the quintessent finality of the Zoroastrian fire, in the name of Hermes, in the name of the Beak of Sok, in the name of scarab, in the name, in the name, in the name of the Tyrone Power Pound Cake Society in the Sky, in the name of Rah, Osiris, Horus, Nepta, Isis, in the name of the flowing living universe, in the name of the mouth of the river, we call upon the spirit to raise the Pentagon from its destiny and preserve it.”

    Fast forward to 2017, Michael Hughes created a binding spell for Trump and hosted monthly virtual ritual parties on the waning crescent moon in his Facebook Group.

    Bind Trump Sigil Created by Michael Hughes

    “Bind him so that he shall not break our polity Usurp our liberty Or fill our minds with hate, confusion, fear, or despair And bind, too, All those who enable his wickedness And those whose mouths speak his poisonous lies I beseech thee, spirits, bind all of them As with chains of iron Bind their malicious tongues Strike down their towers of vanity”

    The last binding happened on January 12, 2021, at 11:59 p.m., ending Trump’s reign as President. However, with the new presidential race, the group has restarted their monthly hexes, hoping to keep him out of office.

    As a tarot reader and psychic, I’m fascinated by society’s cyclical nature, especially during election years. I’ve been pulling cards around the election to see how the energy is shifting (or staying the same.)

    It was in a quiet stalemate until the assassination attempt on Trump at a Pennsylvania rally on July 13, 2024. After that event, the energy shifted dramatically.

    (AP Photo/Evan Vucci)

    My intuitive hunch was that one single event sparked a domino effect, giving Trump that extra edge. He’d fall into the role of martyr and oligarch, his supporters would back him even more hardcore, and those on the fence would start to follow him out of guilt.

    I pulled tarot cards to get a glimpse of the environment right after the assassination attempt. Here are the cards I pulled and my interpretation:

    BIDEN

    Four of Swords + Two of Swords

    Four of Swords = Rest or sickness. A time of reflection or getting out of the spotlight. It can also mean retiring.

    Two of Swords = On the fence. A standstill

    Interpretation: People are on the fence about him. Nobody wants to vote for him. I also saw this as him being sick or taking a respite. Possibly, leaving the race.

    TRUMP

    Hierophant + The Moon

    Hierophant = He is seen as a Godhead and also a martyr.

    Moon = Shenanigans. The unseen. Things happening behind the scenes.

    Interpretation: Right now, he’s looking good but it’s a ruse. There are things afoot that we don’t know about yet. Could be timing or it could be intentionally hidden.

    ANOTHER PERSON

    The World + Knight of Wands

    The World = Closing out of one cycle and bringing in another.

    Knight of Wands = Someone young with some fire. Brings in a new energy.

    Interpretation: A new person would bring in a new life force to the election and get things going. It would change the stale mate energy. In my notes, I wrote: “As of right now, I feel like this is the person that would win the election.”

    OUTCOME OF THE ELECTION

    IN THE ENERGY RIGHT NOW

    Four of Cups + Two of Wands + Nine of Cups

    Four of Cups = People don’t like the choices. There are lots of “meh” feelings

    Two of Wands = People want more choices.

    Nine of Cups = It usually means you will get what you want. Wish fulfilled.

    Interpretation: People don’t like their choices. They don’t want the two old guys. They want something different. The nine of cups was an interesting card. There’s nobody in the room which to me meant, there’s no clear winner. There may not even be an election. Something is off with the energy. Or someone is dropping out. Or both are dropping out.

    The tarot cards I pulled clearly showed that a third-party candidate was needed. Biden and Trump weren’t cutting it. From an energy perspective, these lackluster choices just weren’t bringing in the fresh vibes needed to make the right changes in this country for the more liberal ideals of future generations.

    I shared this reading with the members of a collective of magical practitioners I work with on sabbats and during the moon cycles. We’re affectionately called the “Moon Crew” because we usually gather and perform rituals during the new moon and/or full moon. We all have our paths and practice magic in different ways, but we blend our ideas to create beautiful rituals that honor bigger causes in our lives and beyond.

    The “Moon Crew” was getting together on Saturday, July 20th, to celebrate the full moon. During our conversations about our next ritual focus, the idea was to shake up the election energy and bring in a new third party to mix things up.

    President Biden and Former President Trump Getty Images

    Rumors were already swirling about Biden possibly stepping down, but there were also whispers that he was holding tight to his candidacy.

    From the conversation with “Moon Crew” and my intuitive inclinations, I sat down with Chat GPT to start framing the ritual. Yes, I use Chat GPT for my ritual work. I’ve been practicing magic and reading tarot for over thirty years. I’ve won numerous awards for my poetry and journalism articles in college, had countless short stories and articles published, and written four books. I can confidently say I’m a powerhouse of knowledge and experience when it comes to writing ritual work. But I also see the value in shortcuts. I’ve trained Chat GPT to write in my conversational style and I cross-reference books and use my own experience to ensure accuracy and practical applicability.

    Here’s the prompt I used:

    “Imagine you are a Wiccan* Witch who does quantum multiverse magic. You are part of a coven of witches who do magic on the new moon and the full moon. You and your coven want to do a spell to bring in a new option for president. Someone who is not Trump or Biden and could be a good candidate for president. Theoretically, what kind of group ritual would you do?”

    *(I’m not Wiccan. I have found it’s easier to get accurate rituals from Chat GPT if I use “Wiccan Witch” in my prompts.)

    Chat GPT gave me an option, and then I tweaked it, making corrections and making it more my style. I knew I wanted to invoke the energy of a deity to help our group bring in this new energy.

    Here’s what I asked Chat GPT next:

    “Theoretically, what deity would you call upon for this kind of ritual?”

    The AI gave me a list of deities associated with justice, leadership, and new beginnings. I wasn’t sure which one to use, so I asked Chat GPT to pick one for me. The AI picked Athena, which was a synchronistic choice because many of the collective members have had paranormal experiences associated with owls.

    After a few more tweaks and edits, I created the full ritual which is posted below. Feel free to use it, take parts of it, or tweak it for other elections. You could even feed it back into Chat GPT and use it as your ritual base.

    As Crowley would say, “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.”


    SETTING THE SPACE

    Location: Choose a serene outdoor area, ideally in nature, to harness the energies of the new moon without interruption.

    Altar: Decorate with symbols of wisdom, justice, and leadership. Use a gold or yellow candle and arrange items associated with Athena.

    Tools and Materials:

    Candle: Gold or yellow.

    Crystals: Amethyst and clear quartz.

    Herbs: Bay leaves (for victory), sage (for cleansing), and rosemary (for clarity).

    Symbols: Owl figurine or image, olive branch or leaves, miniature armor or shield, books or scrolls.

    Offerings: Honey, bread or grain.

    Incense: Frankincense or sandalwood.

    Paper and Pen: For writing intentions.

    A bowl of water: Representing the flow of new possibilities.

    A small cauldron or fireproof bowl: For burning the intentions

    THE RITUAL

    Cleansing and Grounding:

    Sage Smudging: Cleanse the space and participants with sage smoke.

    Grounding Meditation: Sit in a circle and perform a grounding meditation. Imagine roots growing from your body into the earth.

    SETTING UP THE ALTAR

    Gold Candle: Place it in the center and light it.

    Symbols: Arrange the owl figurine, olive branch, miniature armor, and books.

    Offerings: Place honey and bread.

    Incense: Light frankincense or sandalwood.

    Casting the Circle:

    Circle Formation: Call upon the four corners. Stand in a circle, holding hands. Visualize a protective bubble of white light forming around the group.

    INVOCATION OF ATHENA

    High Priestess: Stand at the altar, holding the gold candle, and say:

    “We call upon you, Athena, Goddess of wisdom and strategy. Bestow upon us your insight and guidance. Help us manifest a leader wise and just, one who will lead with integrity and strength. We seek your divine wisdom to guide this ritual and bring forth a candidate who embodies the virtues of fairness and clarity.”

    WRITING INTENTIONS

    Paper and Pen: Distribute paper and pens to each participant.

    Writing: Each participant writes their intention for a new, ideal presidential candidate on the paper. Focus on qualities such as wisdom, fairness, and integrity.

    Charging the Intentions: Once written, hold the papers between your hands and visualize them filled with golden light and positive energy, infused with Athena’s wisdom.

    ENERGY RAISING

    Chanting and Drumming: Begin chanting the following mantra to raise energy:

    "Wise Athena, hear our plea, Guide us to a leader who will be, Fair and just, strong and true, Bring forth a candidate new."

    Drumming or Clapping: Use drumming or clapping to amplify the energy.

    QUANTUM MULTIVERSE VISUALIZATION

    Visualization: Close your eyes and visualize the quantum multiverse. Focus on drawing the best possible candidate from these timelines into your current reality, guided by Athena’s wisdom.

    Group Focus: As a group, imagine this ideal candidate emerging and stepping forward to lead with wisdom and integrity.

    BURNING THE INTENTIONS

    Fire Ritual: Light the intention papers from the gold candle flame and place them in the cauldron to burn. Visualize the intentions being released into the universe.

    WATER BLESSING

    Blessing the Water: Hold hands around the bowl of water, infusing it with the raised energy. Visualize it as a conduit for your intentions, carrying them into the flow of the universe.

    Releasing the Water: Pour the water onto the ground, symbolizing the release and grounding of your intentions.

    CLOSING THE CIRCLE

    Gratitude: Thank Athena and the elements for their presence and assistance.

    Closing the Circle: Close down the four corners. Visualize the protective bubble of light gently dissolving. Ground any remaining energy back into the earth.

    POST RITUAL

    Grounding: Share a meal or snacks to ground and celebrate the ritual.

    Reflection: Spend time journaling or discussing the experience and any insights gained during the ritual.

    Here’s the variation of our ritual based on what we had on hand and how we were feeling in the moment. We did the ritual in my backyard, mostly grass, so my partner mowed a circle into the lawn. Instead of writing our intentions on paper during the ritual, we took some quiet time sitting at the table on my patio and wrote them down beforehand.

    One of the collective members brought his magical tools and set up a traditional altar on a table in the middle of the lawn circle. An orange candle, a white owl, and a sword earring were used to represent Athena. We skipped the traditional bread and honey offering. Instead, after the ritual, we ate cake and thanked her for her service.

    We sat in the circle on lawn chairs. My partner used incense of dragon’s blood, copal, and myrrh to cleanse everyone per his tradition. After the cleansing, I facilitated a short grounding meditation that rooted us into the crystalline grid of the earth.

    The member who brought the altar called the four corners, and then we held hands to visualize the bubble around our circle. Next, I grabbed the candle and spoke aloud the Athena Invocation. We went around the circle, each person sharing what was on their paper, highlighting what was most important to us. Then we held our intentions in our hands and chanted the Athena mantra ten times, getting louder with each chant.

    Next, I took the group through a quantum visualization to bring the person into the middle of the circle. After the meditation, we discussed what we saw and how we felt. One member focused on merging all our energies into one solid person. I felt a female energy come in with dark hair and brown eyes. Another member saw someone in a brown pantsuit.

    After the visualization, we folded up our papers and each took a turn lighting them with the orange candle and burning them in our makeshift cauldron (an old pot from my kitchen). At first, the papers wouldn’t burn. It felt like the energy was still stuck in a stalemate. So, we collectively focused on moving the energy, loosened up our paper folds, and then the intentions started to burn rapidly.

    Instead of using the water as a blessing, we used it to cleanse and consecrate our energies after the intense work we had done. We passed around a chalice of water, dipped our fingers into it, sprinkled it on ourselves, and imagined the ritual being complete. Then we dumped the water into the ground.

    We gave gratitude, closed our circle, and then ate that cake I mentioned.

    On Sunday morning, July 21st, President Biden shocked the entire country by dropping out of the presidential race and endorsing Vice President Kamala Harris. According to an AP article, even his staff didn’t know he was going to drop out until minutes before he made the announcement.

    Is it a coincidence that Biden bailed less than 12 hours after we invoked Athena and performed the ritual? Probably. But then again, maybe not.

    Call me cray cray or delusional, but in my world, our ritual helped push the energy forward and tip the timeline. I’m not saying it was just our collective—there were surely other magical practitioners out there doing their own rituals. I feel we added to an energy that was already manifesting and becoming real. We just breathed more life into it.

    And if you don’t think we can affect the universe around us, I invite you to check out the Global Consciousness Project, this study on telekinesis, and this article about how group meditation lowered crime by 23% and Clinton’s approval rating went up.

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    Spirit Communication: Real Techniques, Safe Practices, and Common Mistakes

    Safe Spirit Communication Practices

    Spirit communication is one of the most misunderstood topics in the paranormal field. Between television shows, social media influencers, and misinformation, many people never learn the practical techniques, safety practices, and discernment skills needed for meaningful spirit contact.

    In this episode, Stephanie and I pulled apart something most people in the paranormal world take for granted. Spirit communication. Not the cute Instagram version with aesthetic candles and soft-focus angels. The real thing, with all its mess, trickster energy, and human ego.

    This all started because I watched someone at a metaphysical fair do almost everything wrong in front of a room full of people. And I realized how much of what Stephanie and I do in the field is instinctive now. Protection. Discernment. Ethics. Knowing when the “ghost” is actually the land. Or a thoughtform. Or you.

    So this episode is about that. How we actually work with spirit. Why “exclusive” machines and “paranormal experts” piss me off. And how you can talk to the dead without getting wrecked by someone else’s theatrics.

    Spirit communication is not a lottery win.

    Stephanie and I have been investigating together for years. Not cute little haunted B&Bs once a season. I mean, road trips across the country, “most haunted” locations, sanitariums, hotels, battlefields, private homes, the whole thing.

    We work very differently, which is why it works. Stephanie is deeply empathic. She embodies spirits. She feels their personalities, emotional landscapes, and inner weather more than she sees or hears them. When someone comes through, she usually knows their flavor before we get a single EVP.

    I’m more of an antenna and facilitator. I attract things and pull them into the room. I can talk to them, but half the time I’d rather point at the energy and say, “you, deal with Stephanie,” and then ask questions from the side. I’m the one who sets the circle, frames the questions, pushes back, and watches for trickster patterns.

    We’ve done this long enough that a lot of it is muscle memory now. Which is why what happened at that metaphysical fair hit a nerve.

    The metaphysical fair machine guy.

    Picture this. I’m at a metaphysical fair, selling books and doing readings. There’s a guy there doing a “talk to your dead loved one” demo with a special machine he built. Cool in theory. I am absolutely the person who will sit front row for a new weird device. I have built spirit boxes. I love gadgets. If you tell me “I made a thing that talks to the dead,” I want to see it work.

    Instead, I watched a 45-minute TED Talk on quantum immortality and entanglement that did not need to happen.

    If you’ve never heard the term, “quantum immortality” is basically a dramatic way of saying energy doesn’t die, it changes form, and every choice spins off a different possible timeline. Cool. Fine. We do not need a graduate seminar on this in a hotel conference room. Say “parallel universes” and “multiverse” and call it a day. Everyone has seen Marvel.

    Then he shifted into the “exclusive opportunity” pitch. He announced that only one person in the room would get a chance to use his machine and speak with a loved one. Already gross. Spirit communication is not a raffle prize. You do not need to win a spot on someone’s list to talk to the dead.

    He had everyone raise their hands if they wanted to participate. I raised mine. Not because I needed to talk to anyone, but because I wanted to see how the machine responded if I didn’t feed it a sob story. I lied and told him no one close to me had died. Which is absolutely not true. I simply wanted to see if he was willing to work with “let’s see who comes through” instead of preloaded grief.

    He was not. He bypassed me and picked a girl who was under sixteen, already emotional, and obviously still raw from her father’s death.

    Red flag number one.

    Then came the machine.

    The “exclusive” machine that did what a seven-dollar app can do. Update: It’s now free.

    His device was basically a dressed-up version of something I already use. Think Huff Paranormal’s Portal concept. He had phonetic fragments, audio chopped into small bits that can be recombined into words. The machine would spit these out in real time, so whatever energy was present could use it like a magnetic poetry kit.

    Here’s the information straight from the app page:

    Experimental ITC Tool optimized for use with the Portal/Wonder Box/similar device or can be used alone.

    Steve Huff of Huff Paranormal was looking to experiment with vocal banks from various age & gender people. This app will sweep randomly between 7 short single file reversed human speech vocal banks. Young male & female/Middle aged male & female/Elderly male & female & 1 whisper bank. During your sessions look for intelligent replies to questions asked & always keep the audio reversed for better validation of audio manipulation.

    This is not new. This is not proprietary.

    He made a big deal about his machine “removing the static” spirit boxes usually have. You can do that with a basic noise gate or guitar effects pedal from Amazon for twenty bucks. I know this because I have done it. I’ve also built my own spirit box with crystals and an anti-distortion pedal. It cost me fifty dollars and a Saturday afternoon.

    His special twist was a giant crystal bolted to the front and a copper handle that the sitter had to hold, which supposedly connected them energetically to the machine. Only one person could hold it at a time. Which, if you’ve ever done group spirit work, is already backward. You want the group field. You want shared energy. You want the hive mind.

    He never explained what the knobs did while he was turning them.

    He never set an intention.

    He never grounded the room.

    He never talked about protection.

    He never said, “Here is how you validate who you’re talking to.”

    He put this teenager on the spot, handed her the copper piece, and then let the whole thing turn into a spectacle.

    Leading questions, trickster answers

    The questions he fed her were long, leading, and designed to generate drama, not clarity.

    “Do you remember that one time when we went on a drive in the forest, and we played that one song?”

    The machine would spit out “yes.”

    He would point and say, “See how clear that is?”

    It wasn’t.

    There were maybe two or three phrases that sounded like actual speech. The rest was vague noise and pareidolia. But he treated all of it like gospel. At one point,t the machine said, “I’m behind you.”

    If you’ve ever done ethical mediumship, you know how wrong that is. Her dad, who she adored, is not going to lurk “behind” her like a horror movie extra. He is going to be beside her. In front of her. Holding her hand. The “behind you” line is classic fear theater. Trickster energy. It reads like something trying to get a reaction, not a father trying to comfort his daughter.

    She started crying and hyperventilating. He did not stop. He did not give her grounding tools. He did not ask for confirmation; only she would know. He did not ask for a specific detail. He simply kept pushing, while his assistant beamed at the audience like they were witnessing something profound.

    Someone else in the room had to go comfort the girl.

    I sat there angry. Not just because of him, but because an entire room of people watched this and thought, “This is how spirit communication works.”

    And it gets worse. This same guy is the “official investigator” for a very famous, very accessible haunted hotel. He uses this same machine at their paranormal weekend as a premium, exclusive add-on.

    Which is ridiculous. I have been to that hotel with friends, stayed there with equipment, and had a full run of the hallways. Staff literally step over you while you sit in the hall with your spirit box. Sometimes they even point you toward the “good spots.” There is nothing exclusive about talking to the dead in that building. You can walk in with a seven-dollar app on your phone and talk to whoever is there.

    That is the problem. Not the tech itself. The performance. The upsell. The message that you need a special machine and an “expert” to talk to your own dead.

    We are chaos witches, not hall monitors

    Stephanie and I are not pearl clutchers.

    We use Ouija boards. We use tarot. We have sat in dark basements and told things that claimed to be demons to chill out and give us something useful. We have had things thrown at us. We have been in old hospitals, prisons, cemeteries, and private homes where the activity went sideways.

    We are absolutely “fuck around and find out” people.

    We are not love and light, sage everything to death, never touch a talking board types.

    What we are is intentional.

    We do not walk into liminal spaces blind. We do not hand the steering wheel to whatever wants attention the most. And we do not treat people’s grief like a stage prop.

    Over time, without really naming it, we built a protocol. Not a rigid ritual. More like a set of habits and expectations that keep us safe and keep the work honest.

    Our actual protocol, underneath the chaos

    Before we investigate with a group, we almost always eat together. We sit. We talk. We relax. Everyone comes down from the drive and their adrenaline. You cannot do clean spirit work when everyone is brittle, hungry, and anxious.

    When we start, we set an intention. Out loud. Simple. Clear. Something like:

    “We intend to communicate with whoever is present who is aligned with the highest good. We are not here for tricksters, parasites, or bullshit. If you are those things, you are not welcome in this circle.”

    We usually create a circle energetically, even if it’s just a felt boundary. Sometimes we’ll cast in a more formal sense. Sometimes it is more casual. Either way, there is a container.

    We acknowledge that the trickster is real. That thoughtforms are real. That feedback loops are real. We assume that at least part of what we experience is our own energy mirrored back to us. That assumption actually makes the work stronger, not weaker.

    We ask very specific questions. We do not lead.

    We ask spirits to show us they understand the tools we are using. With a talking board, we might ask, “Do you know how to use this?” or “Do you know how to spell?” You can tell a lot by how the planchette moves, by the language, by the mistakes.

    We validate with details. We ask for names, dates, locations, and specific phrases. We cross-check what we receive with research later. We do not build entire narratives off one dramatic phrase that “sounds right.”

    We command the space. If something feels off, we say so. If something feels like a trickster, we tell it to leave. If something claims to be a demon, we treat that as a bit first, not as truth.

    The point is agency. We expect communication. We are not chasing scraps. We are hosting a conversation.

    One of the best examples of how this plays out is the Fee House.

    By the time we went, a TV show had already filmed an episode there. The story of the house was pretty established. Certain named ghosts. Certain tragedies. Certain “known” hauntings. There was a script.

    Before the trip, we did dream machine work, pulled cards, and ran Estes sessions to get a feel for who or what we were actually going to meet.

    What we got did not match the public story.

    Where everyone else described playful, chatty spirits who loved to respond on cue, we were getting angry, frustrated people living with secrets, double lives, and unresolved mess. We were picking up on something heavier, more complex, and much less marketable.

    When we arrived and started working in person, the “famous ghosts” did not show up for us at all. The personalities, language, and emotional tone we picked up matched our pre-work, not the TV script.

    Later, the owner confirmed some of what we found. Off camera. Quietly.

    It fits a pattern we see everywhere. Hotel ghosts that never existed in life. Entities like “Theodora” at the Crescent Hotel who are actually stitched together from multiple people’s experiences and rumors. Thoughtforms born out of repetition, investigator attention, and the expectation of a haunting.

    None of this means the phenomenon is fake. It means a lot of what people are talking to are egregores, not the original dead. If you walk into a place assuming the legend is true, then any blinking meter becomes “proof.”

    If you go in with discernment, you start asking, “Who are you really?” and “Who made you?”

    When people ask me how to talk to their dead, I do not say “buy a portal device from a guy in a hotel ballroom.” I tell them to start with:

    Cards.

    Any kind. Tarot. Oracle. Mediumship decks made specifically for connecting with passed loved ones. Shuffle. Ask a clear question. Pull a card. Sit with it. Look at the image, the keyword, and the feeling you get.

    Automatic writing.

    It freaks people out, but it is simple. Sit down with a notebook. Ask to talk to one specific person. Write whatever comes without editing. Most of it might be junk. One or two words might be gold. I have seen people channel the title of a painting they had never heard of that later checked out historically. Two words is enough.

    You do not have to go to their grave. You do not have to sit in a dark room at midnight. You do not have to earn the right by being sad enough.

    You can talk to your grandpa from your kitchen table.

    If you want to invite a specific person in, say their full name and birthdate out loud. State clearly that you only invite that person, and that nothing else is welcome. Then ask them to give you something only you would recognize. A phrase. A joke. A location. A very specific memory.

    You are allowed to say, “If you cannot give me that, I don’t believe you are who you say you are.”

    You are allowed to say “no.”

    Which brings me to fear.

    You are probably the haunting

    Here is the part most TV shows skip.

    A lot of “hauntings” are human emotions with nowhere to go.

    If you are in a heightened state for a long time, you can absolutely affect the physical world. Doors slam. Lights flicker. Plumbing fails. Dark figures appear in hallways that feel like “someone watching you.”

    I have lost count of how many clients told me they saw a tall dark shadow at the end of their hall, and their lights keep flickering and things move around the house, and when I ask what is going on in their life, they say:

    “I just went through a divorce.”

    or

    “Someone close to me died, and I haven’t cried about it yet.”

    Or they grew up being told their feelings do not matter, so their body and their house start screaming for them.

    Water signs are especially bad for this. I recently talked to someone whose rising sign is Cancer. Her house kept having water issues. Pipes. Flooding. Backups. She felt invisible and unwanted. As soon as she started setting boundaries and talking about her feelings, the water calmed down.

    Stephanie has had multiple floods at emotionally intense times in her life. Washer hoses exploding. House flooded. You cannot convince me that is random.

    We are not separate from our environment. We are generating phenomena all the time. So if you get an EVP that screams “run” in a room full of jumpy people, that might be the room reading you, not an outside entity.

    When we investigate, we always ask:

    What state were we in emotionally when that happened?

    Is this us?

    Is this the land?

    Is this a thoughtform?

    Is this something truly other?

    We do not assume every noise is a ghost with a tragic backstory.

    So how do you do this “the right way”

    There is no single correct way. There are ways that are less stupid.

    Set an intention. Know who you want to talk to, or at least what kind of energy you are willing to entertain.

    Claim your authority. This is your body, your mind, your circle, your house, your time. You are not a victim wandering into the dark with a flashlight. You are a host. Act like it.

    Work with people you trust. At least at first. Go out with folks who have done more than binge-watch paranormal TV. Let their calm regulate your nervous system.

    Keep your nervous system online. One drink is fine. Seven is not. Weed, psychedelics, anything that blows the doors off your perception can also blow the doors off your discernment. If you already struggle with anxiety or intrusive thoughts, you need more protection, not less.

    Be specific with your questions. Avoid leading and yes or no questions. Ask for details and be willing to sit in silence while the answer forms.

    Document everything. Video. Audio. Little notes in your phone. You will not remember half the weirdness later. You will see patterns only when you zoom out over time.

    Research what you get. Names. Phrases. Locations. Titles of things. Sometimes you will find nothing. Sometimes you will find enough that you sit back and go, “Okay, that was not from my head.”

    Stay open to layers. A phrase can mean one thing now and a different thing years from now. It can refer to a person, a place, and a project all at once. Liminal work is rarely linear.

    Most importantly, drop the idea that spirit communication belongs to people with special titles or special machines.

    Spirit communication without the performance

    The reason this episode exists is because I watched a teenager be used as content. Her grief was a prop to make a machine seem powerful. No intention. No protection. No grounding. No education. Just trauma theater.

    You deserve better than that.

    If you want to talk to your dead, you have that right. You can do it at your kitchen table with a deck of cards and a notebook. You can go into haunted locations with your friends, a cheap K2 meter, and a clear head, and get incredible results.

    What you need is not gear.

    You need intention. Discernment. A sense of humor. The ability to say “no” and “prove it.”

    And the willingness to accept that sometimes the ghost you are chasing is your own reflection, blinking back at you from the dark.

    If you’re interested in practical methods for contacting spirits, you may also enjoy my Spirit Calls Tarot Spread for Spirit Communication, designed specifically for safe and intentional spirit contact.

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    Hopkinsville Goblins, Ben Hansen, Deer Tracks, and the Weird Little Threads That Refuse to Stay Separate

    The Hopkinsville Goblins Encounter

    The Hopkinsville Goblins case has fascinated UFO researchers, paranormal investigators, and high-strangeness enthusiasts for decades. While attending the Ozark Mountain UFO Conference, I found myself following a strange trail of conversations, synchronicities, and unexpected connections that all seemed to circle back to the famous Kentucky encounter.

    This was part of a larger trip, and if you’ve been following along, you know the conference itself was its own strange little ecosystem of UFO researchers, experiencers, remote viewers, late-night conversations, and the usual blend of sincere curiosity with just enough weirdness to keep things interesting.

    One of the conversations happening around the conference involved SRV, a form of remote viewing that differs from traditional CRV. And whether you believe in any of that or not, I’ve noticed something over the years: when you’re in alignment with something, synchronicities start showing up like they got your forwarding address.

    That brings us to Ben Hansen.

    Now, I am not a “run up to TV people and demand selfies” person. Absolutely not. I’ve been in paranormal spaces way too long to get starstruck over cable television. Most of that world is heavily produced anyway, and I’m constitutionally allergic to pretending otherwise.

    At AlienCon, I mostly sat quietly, observed people, posted content, and watched the circus unfold from a safe emotional distance.

    That is my natural habitat.

    But at the Ozark conference, I had just spent time in the car talking about Ben Hansen’s Hopkinsville Goblins episode for the podcast, and suddenly the universe shoved him directly in front of me at the conference meet-and-greet.

    So I made a decision.I was going to be that person.

    The Friday night meet-and-greet was smaller and quieter than the Saturday event probably was. My mom had gone to the convention as a vendor but skipped the social portion because she was exhausted from doing readings all day.

    I went alone.

    Which, for introverts who can fake extroversion in short bursts, is basically psychological warfare.

    Ben was there, talking with attendees, being approachable, and I figured if I didn’t do it then, I’d spend the next six months mentally replaying the missed opportunity like some kind of paranormal director’s cut.

    So I walked up to him. And I told him what happened when I visited Kelly, Kentucky.

    If you don’t know the Hopkinsville Goblins case, here’s the quick version.

    In 1955, a family in Kelly, Kentucky, reported an encounter with strange small humanoid beings after a glowing object allegedly descended into the woods behind their farmhouse. This became one of the most famous “alien encounter” stories in UFO history. Except technically it happened in Kelly, not Hopkinsville. Hopkinsville gets the branding because that’s where the police station was.

    Classic municipal theft.

    When I visited the area, I had an experience involving one of the Sutton family descendants. At one point, one of the women connected to the original family actually approached me while I was there. So when I started telling Ben about that, he was immediately engaged.

    He told me that one of the Sutton relatives still lives near the original property. The actual farmhouse is gone now, but the foundation remains visible if you know where to look. The current property owners are not exactly thrilled about random paranormal tourists wandering around their land, which, honestly, is fair. We had seen the original foundation, taken photos, and respectfully kept our distance.

    I asked Ben about something that had bugged me.

    When we visited, we couldn’t get all the way back into the deeper woods where the alleged crash or landing supposedly happened. There just wasn’t a safe path.

    The woods get dense. Dangerous dense. The Sutton descendant who guided us didn’t want us to get hurt. But we did learn something interesting. Behind the property are cave openings.

    The theory, at least locally, is that if something strange did happen there, those cave systems could explain movement in and out of the area. Underground passageways. Hidden access points. Weird Appalachian underbelly stuff.

    I even asked permission to take home a rock from the site. It currently lives in my house. He told me the most memorable part of his Hopkinsville trip wasn’t the goblin lore.

    It was ticks. Seven of them.

    Apparently, after filming B-roll in the woods, he got back to the hotel and had to spend the evening removing ticks with tweezers.

    Nightmare fuel.

    But then he told me something stranger. While filming in the woods, he heard something big moving around nearby. Something ominous. Large enough to trigger the internal “is this a bear or a Bigfoot?” alarm.

    Apparently, locals had mentioned that the area had Bigfoot reports, which is not exactly calming bedtime information. So he moved away from the noise. And nearly stepped on a baby deer.

    That detail hit me sideways.

    Because when I visited the Sutton family property, we noticed deer tracks everywhere. Fresh ones. Right near the house. Small prints. A young deer. And it stood out to all of us at the time. Now, if you’re not intuitive, this may sound like me assigning cosmic meaning to woodland hoofprints.

    Which… okay, maybe.

    But sometimes something gets your attention for no obvious reason. The deer tracks did. So standing there, listening to Ben describe nearly stepping on a hidden baby deer in those same woods, it felt like some bizarre full-circle punctuation mark. Like reality had been holding onto a thread and finally tugged it.

    I tried explaining this to Ben.

    He was polite. But let’s just say he was not exactly operating from a mystical-symbolic framework. Ben is a deeply logical person. Nice guy. Very generous with his time. Clearly patient with strangers asking bizarre questions in hotel bars.

    But intuitive? Psychic?

    No.

    So let’s talk about the actual case because this story is weird as hell.

    On August 21, 1955, the Sutton family and visitors were at their farmhouse in Kelly, Kentucky. Eleven people total. Eight adults. Three children. The farmhouse was simple. No telephone. No television. No running water. Just rural Kentucky life.

    Billy Ray Taylor was outside getting water when he claimed to see a silvery object fly overhead and descend into the woods behind the house. He described it as having a rainbow-colored exhaust. That detail alone is fascinating because it doesn’t neatly fit the standard UFO template.

    Billy Ray ran inside and told everyone. Predictably, no one believed him. Until about an hour later. The dog started barking. Lucky Sutton and Billy Ray went outside. And that’s when they saw it. A glowing humanoid figure about two and a half to three and a half feet tall.

    According to witness descriptions:

    Its head was oversized and round. No visible neck. No nose. Large glowing eyes. Thin mouth. Pointed ears extending above the head. Broad upper body. Spindly lower limbs. Oversized, clawed hands. Webbing between the fingers. And a metallic silver-blue shimmer.

    Lucky and Billy Ray shot at it. Because of course they did. Apparently, the being flipped backward and ran off. Then another appeared at a side window. Shot at that one too.

    Another approached the front door. Then one reportedly reached down from the roof overhang and grabbed Billy Ray’s hair. At which point more shooting occurred.

    The creatures allegedly floated or bounced to the ground rather than falling normally. At this point, the whole family barricaded themselves inside while hearing movement and scratching on the roof.

    Eventually, they fled to the Hopkinsville police station. And here’s the thing. All eleven of them went. Not one dramatic storyteller. Not one intoxicated cousin.

    The whole damn family.

    Police responded. Military police from Fort Campbell reportedly responded too. They found shell casings. Bullet holes. Evidence that a lot of shooting had happened. No creatures. No physical alien residue. No tiny silver corpse.

    Nothing.

    Then, after the authorities left, the entities allegedly returned. One reportedly appeared at Glennie Lankford’s bedroom window around 3:30 AM with its hand against the screen.

    Watching her.

    At daylight, the activity stopped.

    Years later, I spoke with Glenda, one of the descendants.She was direct. According to her, her father deeply regretted ever reporting what happened. He wasn’t attention-seeking. He wasn’t trying to get famous. He was terrified. She said he described shooting at the beings and hearing the impact like hitting a tin can.

    That’s such a specific sensory detail that it sticks with you. She also corrected the common “little green men” branding. They weren’t green. According to family accounts, they were bluish silver. The green branding happened later because Kelly is an Irish town and the festival organizers leaned into the aesthetic.

    Branding ruins everything.

    Glenda said her grandmother, a deeply religious woman who didn’t tolerate drinking, also witnessed one of the beings. That matters because the drunk-hillbilly-hallucination explanation has been the lazy go-to dismissal for decades. And yet no evidence of alcohol was found. No known history of elaborate deception. No obvious gain.

    If anything, the family’s lives got worse.

    People trespassed. Stole items from their home. Mocked them. Turned them into a local spectacle. Glenda said her grandmother sold the property within two weeks because she couldn’t take it anymore. That doesn’t sound like people basking in successful hoax glory.

    One thing Glenda mentioned stuck with me. She said Fort Campbell personnel arrived with large trucks and blocked off the area. According to family lore, something was removed. No public documentation I’ve seen confirms exactly what, if anything, was recovered. Could be folklore accreting onto memory. Could be a misinterpretation. Could be something mundane. But it remains part of the story.

    The deeper I get into paranormal research, the more I notice the same patterns appearing across UFO sightings, folklore encounters, psychic experiences, and hauntings. If that idea interests you, explore more of my articles on high strangeness, spirit communication, and paranormal investigation.

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    The Gates of Hell Cemetery, Shadow Creatures in the Trees, and Whatever the Hell Jason Walker Ran Into in Oklahoma

    The Legend of Gates of Hell Cemetery

    Some places earn their reputation. Gates of Hell Cemetery in Oklahoma is one of them. For decades, locals have shared stories of strange rituals, shadow figures, unexplained encounters, and a landscape that seems to carry its own unsettling energy. In this interview, paranormal investigator Jason Walker shares his experiences with one of Oklahoma’s haunted locations.

    Some places don’t just get haunted. They get scared. They get used. They get fed, over and over, until the land develops its own appetite.

    When I sat down with Jason Walker, I wasn’t expecting the usual campfire stories. Jason’s been in this long enough to know the difference between a cheap scare and something that alters your nervous system. And the things he’s seen in southern Oklahoma sit in that category people whisper about but never really unpack.

    He’s a seasoned investigator, an author whose novel The Gates of Hell and the Demons That Protect It is based on true events, and a guy who’s seen enough to understand that most hauntings are just personality carryovers. Assholes in life stay assholes in death. Not everything is a demon. Not everything is a portal. But every now and then, something is.

    Jason grew up hearing about a family cemetery along a river locals have called “The Gates of Hell” since before he was born. Not in a cheesy, urban-legend way. More in that “everyone knows what happens out there, but nobody says it out loud” kind of way.

    In the seventies, the place was a magnet for satanic ritual groups. There was a giant burnt-out pit in the middle of the cemetery, actual 13-foot metal gates that looked like something from a medieval fever dream, and a stretch of treeline leading toward where people claimed there was a hidden church deep in the woods. A church that only appears when it wants to.

    As a kid, Jason watched a group of robed figures cross the field toward the cemetery carrying torches. Black robes, no faces. His mother screamed, threw him in the car, and peeled out. That memory stayed with him.

    Years later, he went back as a teenager. Of course he did. Curiosity always wins.

    He and two friends crossed through the cemetery into the open field and headed for the woods. The place was already weird with trenches in the field, old land scars, the river moving in the dark, and the deeper they walked, the heavier it felt.

    Their first scare was a possum. The kind of jump scare that makes you laugh after you realize your body prepared for war.

    The second scare wasn’t funny.

    Jason’s flashlight caught a pair of glowing yellow eyes low to the ground. Then those eyes rose. Higher. Higher. Until whatever that thing was stood around 13 feet tall. The eyes were three feet apart. Massive. Darker than the dark surrounding it.

    Then two more stood up beside it. Three of them. All huge. All silent. There was no body visible, just height and presence. Jason wasn’t thinking Bigfoot at that moment. He wasn’t thinking anything except: nothing in these woods is that tall.

    Then one of them made a noise — a deep, impossible sound that shook all three of their bones. The other two flanked them in the trees. Surrounded. Predator-logic, not haunting-logic.

    The three of them ran for their lives, branches tearing their faces, stumbling through trenches, every primal alarm going off. Jason kept checking behind him, making sure the other two were ahead while he covered the rear. Whatever those things were, they were closing in on both sides.

    By the time they reached the cemetery again, one was already standing inside it, watching them leave. Just watching. They got in the car and escaped. Barely. Jason has never forgotten the feeling. It wasn’t a ghost. It wasn’t a typical cryptid. It wasn’t demonic because they were allowed to leave. Whatever it was had orders. Territory. Purpose.

    So What Lived in That Forest? Jason leans toward a hybrid answer. Maybe Bigfoot-like. Maybe demonic-adjacent.
    Maybe guardians of an old ritual site. Maybe something that once had form and no longer needs it. Maybe a creature tied to the land long before humans showed up. Whatever they were, they weren’t random.

    They let him leave. They wanted him gone. They wanted to protect whatever was deeper in those woods.

    And the land around them holds all the ingredients for high strangeness: moving water, heavy history, ritual scars, electrical infrastructure, and an old story locals still whisper.

    Haunted cemeteries are only one piece of the paranormal puzzle. If you’re interested in locations where folklore, history, and unexplained experiences collide, you may also enjoy my article on Rush, Arkansas and the stories that still linger around one of the Ozarks’ most famous ghost towns.

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    When You Go Looking for Bigfoot in Oklahoma and Find Something Stranger.

    Bigfoot Research in Oklahoma

    What starts as Bigfoot in Oklahoma research doesn’t always stay that way. In Oklahoma, investigator Coleman Atchley and the team at Red Dirt Cryptid Investigations found themselves chasing reports that blurred the lines between cryptids, paranormal activity, UFO encounters, and something much harder to define. The deeper they went, the stranger the phenomenon became.

    This conversation started as a discussion about Bigfoot research in Oklahoma and turned into something else entirely. Time slips. EVPs that talk back. The Lady in White showing up where she doesn’t belong. Places where phenomena stack on top of each other like bad architecture.

    This is one of those interviews where the lines between categories collapse. Bigfoot. Paranormal. UFOs. Consciousness. The land itself doing something we don’t have language for yet. You’ll hear it unfold in real time.

    Below is the written version of my conversation with Coleman Atchley , field investigator with Red Dirt Cryptid Investigations and the filmmaker behind Whispers From the Woods.

    Coleman didn’t set out to be a documentary filmmaker. He started filming in 2021–2022 with friends who were brand new to Bigfoot research in Oklahoma. The first project was exactly what you’d expect. People learning as they went. Mimicking what they’d seen on TV. Hollering in the woods and cringing later.

    But something stuck. The filming. The interviews. The fieldwork. Being in places where people reported encounters. That part hooked him.

    After the first documentary, Coleman reached out to Brian of Red Dirt Cryptid Investigations. A message. A meeting. An invite to investigate. That was the beginning of a long collaboration with Brian and Eric, and eventually, Whispers From the Woods.

    This time, Coleman wanted to do it differently. Less performance. More research. Something he could watch without embarrassment. In Bigfoot research, there’s a dominant framework. Flesh and blood. A biological species. A primate. Something explainable if we just find the right evidence.

    Coleman started there, too.

    But the longer you stay in the field, the harder it gets to ignore what doesn’t fit that model. Reports of mind speak. Cloaking. Lights. Experiences that don’t behave like animals.

    And then there was the Lady in White.

    Coleman jokes that he went looking for Bigfoot and found ghosts. But that experience changed how he understood the work. Not because he suddenly believed in the paranormal, but because he couldn’t unsee it.

    When he started researching further, he found something unsettling. The Lady in White wasn’t just a haunted house phenomenon. She showed up in Bigfoot hotspots too. Places where multiple types of phenomena overlap. Not everywhere. But enough to notice a pattern.

    Brown Springs doesn’t feel neutral.

    Even people who aren’t into paranormal research describe it as heavy. Historically, it’s been a dumping ground. First for bodies in the 1800s. Later for organized crime. Violence layered on violence. Coleman didn’t know that history when he first had his experience. He didn’t research it until afterward.

    What he remembers most is the woman’s hair. Wet. Clumped. As if she’d just come out of water. Her clothing looked 1800s. Her face had a Native quality. The possibility that she was a victim, not a symbol, lingers. Speculation, yes. But the land holds memory. And Brown Springs feels like it knows what it’s for.

    Bigfoot sightings. Dogman reports. UFO activity. Paranormal experiences. They don’t compete here. They coexist. While filming Whispers From the Woods, the team followed witnesses to the location where a Bigfoot print had been cast. On the walk back, they heard it. A deep, guttural growl. Loud. Close. Too close.

    Five times. It faded, then stopped. They searched. Nothing. Brian, who had always leaned toward the flesh-and-blood explanation, couldn’t reconcile it. Whatever made that sound should have been visible. It wasn’t. That moment shifted the entire documentary.

    Later, at Brown Springs, while walking near the springs at the base of the cemetery, an EVP was captured. No one reacted at the time. No one heard it. Months later, while editing, Coleman isolated the audio. The voice was clear. Calm. Close.

    “Say this place is haunted.”

    It sounded like it was spoken directly into Brian’s lapel mic. Coleman wasn’t wearing one. No one remembers speaking. No one reacts on camera. The spectrogram made it stranger. Brian’s voice lights up the screen with layered frequencies, like a normal human voice should. The EVP appears as three faint purple dots. Minimal signature. Wrong shape.

    Researchers familiar with EVP work say this happens. Clear voices without human vocal structure.

    But that wasn’t the end of it. About thirty minutes after the EVP, the team conducted an EVP session in the cemetery. When Coleman starts the session, something feels off. He forgets how he usually begins. He hesitates.

    Then he says it.

    “A lot of people say this place is haunted.”

    The same sentence. The same phrasing. The EVP had instructed him before he said it. No one knew until months later. Coincidence is possible. But it doesn’t explain why that exact phrase surfaced, unprompted, in a moment of confusion. One theory is subconscious pickup. Another is a feedback loop. Another is time folding in on itself.

    Coleman describes another experience where an EVP recorder played audio out of order. Words spoken later appeared at the beginning of the recording. The opening appeared at the end.

    It’s rare. But it happens. And it never happens at home. It happens in hotspots. Places where time feels thin. Flexible. Less linear.

    I shared my own experience with sessions where language, imagery, and real-world events synced in real time. Not metaphorically. Literally. Birds. Volcanoes. Words spoken in trance were reflected moments later by people unaware of the session.

    If time isn’t linear everywhere, then maybe these places aren’t haunted. Maybe they’re unstable. This is the question I couldn’t ignore. Why does the phenomenon keep interacting with Coleman? Not just appearing. Not just happening near him. But responding. Using his words. Folding him into the event.

    Coleman doesn’t claim anything special about himself. But he talks about “lighthouse” people. Sensitive individuals who seem to draw activity, whether they want to or not. Not everyone notices. Not everyone reacts. But some people become part of the system. Observers and participants at the same time. That’s when things escalate. Coleman’s position is simple.

    Bigfoot is weird.

    It always has been.

    Eight to nine-foot beings have been seen worldwide. Physical evidence without bodies. Telepathy reported by credible witnesses. Lights. High strangeness. Pretending this is just a primate problem is limiting the research.

    At the same time, not everything in the woods is Bigfoot. Tall shadow figures throwing rocks may be categorized wrong simply because of location. If it happened in a house, we’d call it paranormal. In the woods, we call it Bigfoot.

    That’s a problem. Without better categories, we can’t sort what’s happening. We just label and move on. Coleman is currently working on a Dogman documentary and preparing for a full-scale project focused entirely on Brown Springs.

    Multiple investigations. Historical research. Folklore. EVP work. Time spent letting the place respond. Not chasing proof. Listening. Nothing in this conversation resolves cleanly. That’s the point.

    If you’re waiting for the moment where someone explains it all, you won’t find it here. What you’ll find instead is a crack in the narrative. A place where explanations stop working.

    Reports of strange lights, unseen presences, and unexplained entities appear in investigations all over the country. For another account involving shadow figures, antler entities, and activity near moving water, check out my article on paranormal encounters in the Pennsylvania woods.