This could be you, a loved one, or your victim. Whether you are texting and driving, drinking and driving, or just plain being an impatient, selfish, reckless asshole— consider life. Nothing is more important than life. Think about the lives that will be taken, destroyed, and never the same. Save a life and put down your phone. Save a life and take a cab if you’ve been drinking. Save a life and drive responsibly. Save a life and educate people on the consequences, fatalities, and prevention of such disasters. 

I also feel the need to state that just because something is filmed doesn’t make it any less real. I have observed others disregarding the message behind such pieces because they feel a disconnect from the stories being shared to their reality. The meaning behind documentaries is to highlight what IS reality. Maybe not your reality but it is somebody’s reality. 

Documentaries like this one are made to show that this DOES happen, HAS happened, and WILL happen without our conscious participation in preventing it. Documentaries not only help educate by bringing information to light but they are created with the hope that it will provide the viewer with the opportunity to put themselves in someone else’s shoes, change their perception, and possibly make an active change in how they live their lives—for the better. For the better of both themselves and society.

What was once beautiful

Published on March 13th 2012

I’m going to try my best to explain the dream I had this morning.

I was on my hands and knees feeling around on the ground for the ball that fell off my monroe (piercing).  As I went from room to room in search of my monroe ball a voice kept following me.  The voice was male and he kept trying to play evil jokes on me.

I finally had enough of the games and called him out.  I told him to appear to me.  I kept repeating out loud "appear to me!" I continued to check every corner of the room while I waited his arrival.

This ugly, fat, three foot tall, green being appeared behind my bed.  He told me he was embarrassed by his appearance because he was once beautiful.  He then told me who he use to be… my deceased lover. I swallowed loudly with a large lump now in my throat.  I asked this being questions to make sure it was indeed my lover.  It was.

He told me that after he died his soul was taken by an evil force and he has since been becoming more corrupt every day.  He apologized for anything bad he may have said or done and explained how he cannot control the evil that surges through him.

He told me that for a limited time he could morph into his human body for me. Choked up, I told him yes.  I knew that seeing him in human form again would only make it harder for me to get over his death but I had to see him one more time.  I had to feel him, hug him, kiss him.

I now gazed upon the man I loved.  He grabbed me into his arms and held me tightly.  Sobbing, I squeezed onto him tightly, as if to never let him leave me again. As I held onto him, he was almost “glitching” out.  He was trying so hard to stay morphed as his human body but the evil inside him was trying to put an end to this.  His head started to jerk about in weird ways as his soul fought the evil. It scared me and made me uncomfortable watching his form convulse and make weird noises.
He told me that I needed to leave because he was losing the battle.  I couldn’t let him go.

He morphed again.  He kept his human body, but this time his face was painted like the Joker from Batman.  It was the Heath Ledger makeup but with Jack Nicholson’s face.  His eyes were yellow and glazed over.  He stuck his neck out, tilted his head to the side, and started sniffing the air.  He had helpers from the other side appear out of nowhere.  Apparently he was blind.

The joker looking character grabbed my arm and violently dragged me with him.

I then awoke.

Sorry if this is a bit scrambled...

Published June 12th 2011
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I can't help but to have a fascination with the dead and after life. When I was four and a half I had my first paranormal experience after my mother passed away.  Since then I have experienced many different kinds of encounters.

I often ponder what happens to us when we die.  I know energy never ceases to exist and we are made up of energy. But, what happens to our energy? What happens when we no longer inhabit a home (the body) that supplies us with senses and consciousness? As of right now our energy is attached to earth and when earth ends our energy will then survive elsewhere in the universe. Our energy lives on and in that sense we are immortal... but is our energy our soul? Do we even have souls? If there are such things as "inteligient hauntings" where the dead are aware of their surroundings as they inhabit earth, what will happen to them when earth no longer exists? I can't even begin to imagine what the other side may or may not look like and if we can even see it, feel it, sense it?

When I watch Ghost Adventures and they speak out loud to the spirits asking "is there anybody in the room with me right now?" how can it be assumed that the other side looks anything like the room they are in? I understand asking that question is part of trying to figure it all out and that they want to understand the other side just as much as I do... without dying. I ask the same dumb questions when I do investigations as well.

I try to imagine all the tests that have been conducted over the years to prove the existence of the soul. I also think about the scientists trying to raise the funds to conduct new, more advanced tests.  I think about the mystery behind death as well.  Think of all the things we can do with science. We have neurogensis with suspended animation and the regrowth of dead brain tissue. We can regrow the brains of comatose head trauma patients until they wake up and walk around again. We can transplant organs, use stem cells to help organs become like-new again. We can do so much - EXCEPT- bring a perfectly healthy body back to life. Even if the organs and everything were in perfect working condition there is no way (as of yet) that we can bring life back into the body.  Why? Does this show us that there is more than just a working engine (our body) that is needed to give us life? If so, what is it? Where does it go when we die? And how can we try to get it back?

I also wonder if the hadron collider is going to help us discover more about the after life or alternate universes?

I could bring many other questions, theories, and thoughts up... but I prefer human interaction on the subject.

All I do know is that life is a miracle. Every day that we awake to another is a blessing.  We are never promised tomorrow. Anything at anytime can and sometimes will happen to you. There is no "eh, it'll never happen to me."  You never know what is going to happen. Nothing is certain and nothing is forever. Knowing this I appreciate life, all life, and the short amount of time I have to be a part of something bigger.