MES and sign

[jmings]

From Neil Bauman, Ph.D.

Musical Ear Syndrome Symptoms

Musical Ear syndrome (MES), as its name implies, is comprised of a number of symptoms, which, when taken together, form a syndrome. Typically, but not always, there is a constellation of five symptoms that seem to predispose people to hearing such phantom sounds.

1. Often the person is elderly.

2. Generally, the person is hard of hearing.

3. Often the person lacks adequate auditory stimulation.

4. Almost always the person has tinnitus.

5. Often the person is either anxious, stressed or depressed.

A person does not have to exhibit all five symptoms in order to have Musical Ear syndrome, but many people with MES exhibit three or more of the above symptoms. For as yet unknown reasons, there are people that prove to be exceptions to this rule. Perhaps, in the future, researchers will discover why.

1) I just turned 61.
2) Huh? Oh, yeah, right.
3) Unknown, but doubtfull.
4) For sure.
5) ARE YOU KIDDING? Bankruptcy. Wife's latest psychotic break. Finances. Lack of accomplishment. Spending too much on sharp & pointys. I don't regret the money spent on helping Steve Ferguson's project.

OK, since the start of my wife's nervous breakdown I've heard music most of the time. Mostly sounding like it's being played on a crappy 60's home organ, but sometimes like a brass band, basoon or bagpipes. This isn't "a tune stuck in your head" but has the illusion of being external.

It freaked me out the first time I heard bagpipes playing Amazing Grace but last night not only did I get that again but for the first time this morning I got a bugle playing Taps!

About 0700 I went outside for the third time since 0430 and noticed that the sun was up and the streets had dried off last nights rain. There were clouds but the sun had broke through and felt nice and warm. Suddenly I felt a few huge drops hit my head and stepped back under the eves of the house and it poured for several seconds. When it stopped I looked down and there was a very wet spot about 2.5 feet in diameter right where I had been standing. The rest of the street and walk were dry. AMAZING!

Now as you all may know I am an unbeliver even though I send up smoke for some of the requests. I don't belive is "sign" either, but the above occurances are freaky.

Allow me to digress a moment.

Turning the clock back 5 years or so...

Laurie Lingenfelter was legaly blind and I drove her to her Doctor, Dentist, drug store (chemist's for you brits) and bank. One day she went home after a root canal she went home, took a nap and never woke up.

Then I would drive my brother to his doctor, drug store and bank. He was 86ed from at least 5 drug stores in town for arguing with the druggist. He was 5'10" in his prime, but back compressions had him down to 5'7". He was in constant pain from back and neck injuries. He had 3 surgeries while we were together. Then came the osteoporusis. Then the morophine pump. He had a chest x-ray that was clear but 6 months later they figures his latest pain was large cell carsonoma - lung cancer that spread to his spine. Into the hospital and TB that may have lain dormant since the 60's became active then 4 days later he was dead.

His next door neighbor was Jerry Howard and he needed a ride to the doctor, druggest and bank, so being the good guy that I am I drove him around.
Next thing you know he had liver failure from long term hepatitis and died 2 days later.

Coincidence I'm sure.

Has anybody else heard about the kind of rain I related above?

 

[Krull]

Mine's a bit different but try this:I buy lotto tickets every month,five to be exact and I always win something! but to top it off I do silly things like this,bought five tickets...won on four out of five,the first two were one dollar the other two were two dollar!!

I almost always get two's;three's of the same number when I play poker/card video games...fate's favorite draw for me seems to be 666!

I attract ghosts (no lie) if a place is said to be haunted and you bring me along....well,you'll see something

And more,but I'll let it go at that.

 

[Dave Rishar]

Very odd, Jerry.

Occupational hazards have left me hard of hearing on the left, not so bad on the right...enough so that I say "What?" a lot to people with high pitched voices if I can't watch their mouths while they talk. Tinnitus? The soundtrack of my life for the last few years has been EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. It gets more noticeable when I'm tired, or I've been drinking.

But phantom music? I've only heard it once. Forgive me if I've already told this story, but it is a weird one.

I was out shooting one weekend on government-owned land that I probably shouldn't have been shooting on during a weekend. Where I was located at, there were 350 yards of second growth forest behind me; behind that was a road and sparsely settled properties beyond. The government had owned this land for a bit over seventy years. It had been in the sticks until the last twenty or so. The military had used it for all of that time. Just setting the tone, you understand.

As I was loading magazines, I heard Revolutionary War era tunes being played behind me on a flute, or some similar woodwind. I removed my earplugs and heard it more clearly. It was definitely behind me and it was surprisingly clear and "real"; if I'd had to guess, I'd say that it was less than 100 yards away. I was pretty sure that there was no way that it could be coming from those houses - not through 350 yards of woods - but I got in my car and checked. The forest behind me was neatly bordered on its other three sides by dirt roads. I drove all the way to the back, stopped the car and had a listen.

Nope. The music was in front of me now. It was coming from the middle of that block of woods.

Phantom music, or phantoms? Such differences don't matter to a simple guy like me and besides, it was getting dark anyway. (My excuse.) I gathered up my stuff and got the hell out of there. I never heard it again.

That particular area had a lot of ghosts, but I'd never heard them play music before.

Washington State didn't have much of a role in the Revolutionary War to the best of my knowledge. I can't imagine that someone had climbed the fence (ignoring some fairly ominous signage, and some barbed wire, in the process), taken up residence in the middle of some fairly gnarly woods, and decided to play old songs. Whatever happened there, I don't expect to ever understand it.

But I'm glad that I heard it, you know? Whoever it was, they were pretty good, and it's not every day that you get to listen to something like that. In retrospect, I should have hung around.

 

[Yvsa]

As I was loading magazines, I heard Revolutionary War era tunes being played behind me on a flute, or some similar woodwind. I removed my earplugs and heard it more clearly. It was definitely behind me and it was surprisingly clear and "real"; if I'd had to guess, I'd say that it was less than 100 yards away. I was pretty sure that there was no way that it could be coming from those houses - not through 350 yards of woods - but I got in my car and checked. The forest behind me was neatly bordered on its other three sides by dirt roads. I drove all the way to the back, stopped the car and had a listen.

Nope. The music was in front of me now. It was coming from the middle of that block of woods.

Phantom music, or phantoms?

But I'm glad that I heard it, you know? Whoever it was, they were pretty good, and it's not every day that you get to listen to something like that.
In retrospect, I should have hung around.

I've no doubt freaked people out by playing my ndn Flute in the woods in the two local nature preserves here in north and east Tulsa.
And probably more in the eastern location as part of it borders low bluffs and a steep slope where one of the trails runs right below the bluff and at the top of the steep slope.

When you're walking the upper trail it suddenly drops into a very narrow and quite steep crevase about 10" to a foot in width. Once you traverse that the trail widens a bit and goes between the bluff and a huge boulder and right past that opens into a fairly large flat area with a couple of small caves and a large overhang that appears to have been one side of a very large cave sometime in the distant past.

In the spring and during times of abundant rain there is a natural spring that overflows and runs down the steep slope into a pond, beautiful setting.
The large overhang produces some really neat acoustics and when I walked there I always stopped and played my Flute.
The Flute along with the sound of bubbling and trickling water and the almost hollow acoustics of the grotto makes for a very magical sound.

Many times I have heard voices coming down the steep crevase part of the trail and then they would be quiet for quite sometime, usually until I stopped playing.
A few folks have commented on just how far the sound of the ndn Flute carries and at first they thought they were just hearing things.

To stay on topic though I have never seen any sign such as you have Jerry but I have been in places in the woods where I knew I wasn't allowed to go any further in the direction I was headed.
Either that or I wasn't allowed to take the person with me any further into the place I wanted to show them.

One time I took a person down to an area to show them where some of the Old Ones before us used to live.
The closer we got the more nervous the person became and they remarked, "We are being watched!!!!" I laughed and said that I knew that.
What I didn't say was that I wasn't allowed to take the person any closer.
As we passed under the area on the hillside the eerie feeling became a lot stronger and then weakened as we went past.
On the way back we had to go the same way or go a long ways out of our way to get back to the car.
The closer we got to the place going back the faster the person walked until they left me alone on the old road.
I wasn't scared as I knew what was going on but the other person was scared out of their wits!!!!
I've always been very careful since who I would take to the old home site.

 

[BrentH]

Would love to help on this thread, but can't take meds for 5 hrs
Also am sober! Has disadvantages at times...

Am sure the Kronc can help.

PS. Am familiar with "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" from time to time..

edit - spelling of E

 

[Fiddleback]

Funky. My uncle Jerry was in Korea and Viet Nam. When he returned he moved to Texas and found this huge old house for next to nothing. He later found it it was rumored to be "haunted." That didn't scare Jerry, so he renovated it and when done invited his father for a visit. Grandady Daniels had been in WWI, and was no small man either. When Jerry woke up and went to find his dad he was nowhere in the house and his car was gone. Later he got a call and his dad had left and was staying at the nearest hotel. Jerry never could get him to return to that house. He says he never "saw" anything, but at times he got the chills and the hair on his neck stood up for no reason. Then it passed. He believed the stories, and so did my Grandaddy Daniels.

I grapple with my faith too Jmings. I was brought up strict Catholic. I still pray though, maybe out of habbit, but maybe because I can't explain what happened to my Uncle Jerry.

 

[munk]

You guys are starting to freak me out.




munk

 

[Howard Wallace]

There is a yoga called nad yoga, involving stopping up the ears and listening to the inner sounds. I suspect everyone has them. I know I do if I listen for them. It is fewer of us for whom they intrude on daily life.

You may want to do some research on nad yoga. If something like this is clamoring for your attention best to give it some.

PS - I often heard celestial choirs. You're very fortunate to have bagpipes!

 

[Bill Marsh]

Hauntings? Eerie stuff?

Weirdest was back in the 1970s. Was involved in a lot of metaphysical pursuits. Major field of study was the Qabala. A complicated but fascinating system of Hebrew metaphysics. Too much to go into now and I only mention it if someone has an interest.

I was also studying astrology, meditation, Tarot, I Ching, Kerlian photography at a place called the Foundation of Truth here in Atlanta. I taught there and at the Atlanta Institute of Metaphysics. This brought me into contact with a lot of strange people and a few equally strange events.

One the stranger places was The House of Ravenwood. An enclave of WICCANs, witches, y'all. For the most part nature loving people and some really good looking women. . . . Particularly Lady Sintanna --- but THAT is another story and I was single at the time!

One day I was at Ravenwood when a mother brought in a 12 year-old daughter. It was like something from the Exorcist movie! No pea soup vomit and her head did not spin around, but it was THE spookiest thing I have ever seen.

The little girl talked in different voices. The profanity was unreal. The voices were dramatically different from her normal tone with strange grammar and syntax.

I GUESS she could have been faking it, but she was doing an Oscar winning performace if that was fake. However there was one thing that she could not have been faking: The air around her was cold, really cold. It was like standing in a freezer.

Scared the $hit out of me and Sintanna. There was nothing we could do or say except to tell the mother to get the daughter out of there. We gave her directions to a Jesuit monastary/enclave just north of Atlanta.

Our hope was that the Jesuits were able to perform an exorcism. There was no quesion in our minds but that the girl was possessed. There was also no question in our minds but that we wanted NO PART of this situation! I have no idea what happened after they left.

I have cold chills writing about this now and that was over thirty years ago.

Possession is real.

As best I understand it, a normal person's aura is enough to stop most spirits who might like to take over. However serious drugs, illnesses, can open a door.

Also an opening can be done by a foolish person who invites a spirit in, like dabbling with a Ouija board and asking a spirit to move your hands.

There are many cultures where trance possession is an everyday and commonplace event. Indonesians, for instance, practise this for healings and divination. They also have an extremely high incidence of mental illness.

 

[Krull]

Funky. My uncle Jerry was in Korea and Viet Nam. When he returned he moved to Texas and found this huge old house for next to nothing. He later found it it was rumored to be "haunted." That didn't scare Jerry, so he renovated it and when done invited his father for a visit. Grandady Daniels had been in WWI, and was no small man either. When Jerry woke up and went to find his dad he was nowhere in the house and his car was gone. Later he got a call and his dad had left and was staying at the nearest hotel. Jerry never could get him to return to that house. He says he never "saw" anything, but at times he got the chills and the hair on his neck stood up for no reason. Then it passed. He believed the stories, and so did my Grandaddy Daniels.

I grapple with my faith too Jmings. I was brought up strict Catholic. I still pray though, maybe out of habbit, but maybe because I can't explain what happened to my Uncle Jerry.

Ok since your so forthright I'll share mine;on my dad's side (adopted by grandparents...real dad was-an a**hole drug addict) I'm blood kin to the McCoys,yep them McCoys,so I have ties to WV even though I was born in CA.

In 1997 I took the tour of the old Moundsville state pen,it long since being turned to a tour-trap for $$ for the town's betterment;being blood bound to this state I mentioned to our guide (a ex-prison guard) that I was McCoy,he then told me of one of my forbearers who killed a sheriff's officer and got hung for it....and pointed his name to me when he "displayed" the 'ol hanging room

After awhile I pretty much was sure the place was el spooksville and got some tails of guards hearing odd things at night.
We finally got to the section for the worse of the worse and brother let me tell you I could almost touch the goolies in there!!! but what happened next I've not,and will never forget.

As we stood where the bad guys were fed and showered the guide made all go to a board for somesuch,I stood back a few yards;this room was at least 20X20 and wide open,I was more interested in seeing if I could "see" a ghost...that's when it happened,I was dead center of a wide-open room the only thing in it was two stainless tables there with me in the middle and what do I feel? a HAND fingers and all shoved down my belt!! (I wear BDU shirt-jacs with an outside belt) I looked high and low but there was no friggin' way somebody could have done that! I would have caught them....it didn't scare me at all though,I felt it was my kin trying say "hello"

And that is the god's honest truth!

 

[jmings]

There is a yoga called nad yoga, involving stopping up the ears and listening to the inner sounds. I suspect everyone has them. I know I do if I listen for them. It is fewer of us for whom they intrude on daily life.

You may want to do some research on nad yoga. If something like this is clamoring for your attention best to give it some.

PS - I often heard celestial choirs. You're very fortunate to have bagpipes!

I too have heard celestial choirs, but less often than religious xmas carols, religious music and patriotic music on that cheap 60's home organ. Right now I'm getting Oh Come All Yee Fathfull. These are not the kind of tunes I would choose to listen too although I heard a beautiful recording of Kate Smith singing God Bless America in that unbelivable soprano of her's that "stuck in my head" for days, but without MES accompiment. It's quite a relief to get the occasional Mozart or Beatles.

I'll look into Nad Yoga as long as I don't see any Bevis & Butthead references.

 

[Howard Wallace]

...it didn't scare me at all though,I felt it was my kin trying say "hello"

You McCoys sound like a mighty friendly bunch. Mostly we Wallaces just shake hands.

 

[Kismet]

Mr. Marsh, sir?

Have you read any of Chaim Potok's books?

Great insights into Kaballah (Qaballah?) and the culture.

The CHOSEN, and subsequent books of that story are wonderfully written.

Great characters, a plot of substance, and touching in many ways.

 

[Yvsa]

Some more interesting books having to do with Spirituality are the Essene Gospel's from the Unknown Books of the Essenes.
I only have a few of them. What captivated and enthralled me about them was some of the titles of the chapters such as...
The Angel of Sun.
The Angel of Water.
The Angel of Air.
The Angel of Earth.
The Angel of Life.
The Angel of Joy.
The Earth Mother

The Angel of Power.
The Angel of Love.
The Angel of Wisdom.
The Angel of Eternal Life.
The Angel of Work.
The Angel of Peace.
The Heavenly Father.

 

[Krull]

Some more interesting books having to do with Spirituality are the Essene Gospel's from the Unknown Books of the Essenes.
I only have a few of them. What captivated and enthralled me about them was some of the titles of the chapters such as...
The Angel of Sun.
The Angel of Water.
The Angel of Air.
The Angel of Earth.
The Angel of Life.
The Angel of Joy.
The Earth Mother

The Angel of Power.
The Angel of Love.
The Angel of Wisdom.
The Angel of Eternal Life.
The Angel of Work.
The Angel of Peace.
The Heavenly Father.

Sounds like a book (which I can't remember the name of) that speaks of the structure of heaven and hell? The Angel of Earth was know as Giglamesh and is the prince of this world and is none other then lucifer! some the others are fallen angels as well I think one of the others I remember is the one of the Sun,hey-demonology is fun.

 

[Yvsa]

Sounds like a book (which I can't remember the name of) that speaks of the structure of heaven and hell? The Angel of Earth was know as Giglamesh and is the prince of this world and is none other then lucifer! some the others are fallen angels as well I think one of the others I remember is the one of the Sun,hey-demonology is fun.

The books of the Essenes have nothing to do with that sort of stuff Krull.
I find them very interesting because of the similarities to a lot of American Indian beliefs.

 

[Bill Marsh]

Jim (45-70) sent me this link.

http://www.ravenwoodchurch.org/history.htm

Read the article where "Witch Challenges Firefighters."

It was a crisp cold Halloween night. We had a nice bonfire going in the woods behind the House of Ravenwood. All the high ranking members were there. They even included me. Yeah, I was a witch 3rd degree. Though I was and am Christian I like the animist rituals and find the ceremonies wonderful.

BTW all witches are called witches whether male or female. "Warlock" is a witch who was so bad that their own people cast them out.

Anyhow we were initiating two 2nd degree witches when a fire truck pulled up in the yard. Most of the firemen stopped at the house. But one came tromping through the weeds, full regalia with a fire extinguisher in his hands.

He was met by the Watcher at the South quadrant. A guy I knew well who liked to carry a sword as his ritual knife or athame. Lord Saladar. BIG sword.

"Who goes there?" "Atlanta Fire Department." "STOP!" When Saladar yelled that, it was like a big hand pushed the fireman back into the bushes. Sintana was trying her best to ignore the situation but finally had enough and came over to the edge of the circle to see what was happening.

Now the circle was an area of completely cleared and consecrated ground. A nice, but small bonfire in the center. Tripod with cauldron (flower petals and water steaming). Patio torches at each of the quarters of the compass. There was no danger of the fire spreading, but there was a fire and she had no permit!

The fireman got up and started to enter the Circle again. Sintanna met him this time. "What the F**k do you THINK you are doing?" "I am gonna put out that fire!" She hissed, "You cross that line and I will cut off your balls and throw them in the fire!" He backed up.

But the fire Chief and a cop were being led down the path by Lady Brigette, head of the Pagan group. Sintana was really pissed by now, but she made them remove their hats, drew a mark on their foreheads with oil and allowed them to enter the circle (through the correct point).

The cop had the little strap off his pistol and his hand on the grip. The fire Chief was looking like he wished that he had gone into real estate sales, maybe insurance and not into the Fire Department.

The problem was that there was an un-permitted fire. That was illegal! So the Law had to be upheld. But there was a world of really tiresome stuff about to come down on the fireman, Courts, religious discrimination, TV, etc. Sintana was telling the cop, "Arrest us! Go Ahead and arrest us all, I will drag you through every Court in the land for religious discrimination."

Truthfully I was backing away and ready to make a run through the woods (I sure as Hell did not want to be arrested and probably interviewed on TV, name in the papers, etc… BUT I remembered that my father had to burn some pine trees that were infested with powder post beetles. He had cut them and laid the beginnings for a huge fire. He asked about getting a permit and they told him that he could not get one. However if he used the logs for cooking, he did not need a permit. So we invited a few friends and has an unreal cookout!

So I walked up to the fire chief and asked if we needed a permit for a cookout. He brightened up seeing where I was going. "Well, we are making soup in that pot!"

Lady Sintana was still yelling about arresting all of us. I quietly asked her to shush. The fireman told the cop, "It's a cook out. They don't need a permit!"

The cop looked like he wanted to arrest us anyhow, but he relented and they all left.

For later "cookouts" Lady Sintanna had a permit and hired an off-duty cop to stand guard in the parking lot and prevent future frustration.

It was a Happy Hallowmas!

 

[depusm12]

This happened to me on 4 July,2000. I was traveling from Port Hueneme, Ca (Near Oxnard) to Odessa,Tx, I was on leave before going to Lackland AFB for Navy Law Enforcemnt School. I was traveling through Az and was close to Tombstone. I stopped at a Burger King for breakfast at about 5am, I got to Tombstone about 530-545 I went to old (read historic) Tombstone. I parked my vehicle and got out and was walking around walking on the old wooden sidewalk. When I got close to the OK corall I noticed a man dressed in period clothes wearing a badge and a gun, I figured at first it was an actor. As I got a little closer I realized I could see through the man, he started walking toward me he was ratting door knobs to make sure the doors were locked. When he got even with me he looked right at me and the temperature dropped about 10 to 15 degrees, I was cold. He didn't say anything but, I got the heck out of there. I turned back and looked for him but he had vanished. I got in my car and left. I've never believed in ghost's untill that day, I've seen too many thing since then not to belive in things that go bump in the night.
James