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Jackie Gee
My name is Jackie Gee
and this page will be about myself, from how I got into
Ghosthunting/paranormal investigating up until the time I realised that I had
the gift of sensitivity.
Right from being a very young girl I had always been interested in the what I would call the spooky side of life. Dont get me wrong a had a normal and very happy childhood and didnt see ghosts or sense anything at all, but I was always interested in supernatural films books etc, in fact anything to do with the unexplained supernatural side of life. Obviously as a young child I was never allowed to watch or read anything that my parents deemed to be unsuitable, but as I grew older and older my my library books from school etc where all about ghosts, from lighhearted stories to the stories that would send a cold shiver down my spine. My mother would often say to me ' Dont you ever read anything than those type of books ?' but alas nothing swayed me from my interests.
When I was 15 I left school and started work straightaway at ICI,and then for the next 3 years my time was taken up with meeting new friends and doing different things and none if it had anything to do with the paranormal.
I turned 17 and to me life was great, then my father died aged 48 yrs. As I was the only girl and the youngest of two older brothers I took it really hard, my happy life just fell apart.
The day of my fathers funeral his body was brought home ready to leave for one last time before his internment. The whole of the house had a very strong aroma which was a mixture of embalming fluid and highly scented flower wreaths, it wasnt an unpleasant smell and I found it comforting for some strange reason.
The weeks after the funeral turned into months, and myself and my family were starting to get back on with our lives as best we could, even though sometimes when I was alone in my mothers I would swear that I could smell the same smell that had filled our rooms the day of the funeral, I just put it down to imagination and told nobody.
The years seem to fly by and I found myself married with 4 children all boys.
One day after making sure all the lads were at school I popped round my mams for a cuppa, we chatted for awhile and then she went serious and said to me. ' I could have sworn that I smelt the smell of the flowers and embalming fluid , you know the one that we had in the house on the day of your dads funeral.' I told her that I had actually smelt it a few times before but didnt say anything. We told ourselves that maybe dad was watching over us and the aroma was just to let us know that he was near. That day we felt comforted.
A week later when my mam was out shopping, she was waiting at the bus stop and she suddenly blacked out. She wasnt hurt apart from a grazed knee and elbow. The doctors who had examined her told her that she had Angina and very high blood pressure that she didnt know about, and these symptoms had caused her to faint. Mam recovered and we thought no more about it.
During the last few years of my now dissolved marriage I did get the aroma smell quite often and I did find it very comforting but I had now come to realise that at least 80% of the time it was acting as a warning that something fairly bad was about to happen. This could mean anything from bad news, an accident or just as in my case a very bad marriage situation.
My husband and I argued all the time and I was starting to lose weight with the stress and worry of it all. This one night, the night that was to be the start of a different life for me, I was laid in bed trying to get some sleep after yet another massive argument earlier on. I was absolutely shattered and very worried about how my life would end up if I was to stay in this loveless marriage.
Somewhere between 4-5am my brain must have closed down as I fell into a deep sleep. I wasnt dreaming about anything in particular but I did know that I could smell that aroma of my dads again. In fact to be honest with you the smell was so strong it actually woke me up. Even when I was wide awake the scent was still lingering but this time it was stronger and and way way more sickly, in fact it made me baulk. I quietly got out of bed and went downstairs and made myself a cuppa, it may sound daft but I actually said out loud 'Okay dad you win I know what I must do and I will do it I promise.' Believe it or not the aroma just disappeard completely.
I did what I promised left home with the lads and went back to my mothers, sorted out my divorce and sorted out my life. I have never looked back I am now happily married again and have been for some years now, my lads are all grown up with children of their own. I have never smelt my dads funeral aroma for over 20 years now but I am not worried because I know that he knows that I am happy and safe.
Eleven years ago I got my extreme wish and that was a chance to join a well known Paranormal team, (TRIPAUK) and I have been with them ever since I am now nearly 60 but I still love the thrill and excitement of a ghosthunt or vigil. Even though as you will see by some of our pictures with me on them, that spirits seem attracted to me. When I first started out 11yrs ago I didnt really think I was a sensitive the only feelings and emotions I used to feel while out in the field was sadness or feeling really low spirited but never knew why.
For the last 3 years I have started getting headaches some mild ones some really banging ones. I feel nauseous or get pains in other parts of my body such as my back, shoulders and stomach. This I stress does not happen on every ghosthunt but when it does I guaranteed that there will be some sort of supernatural entity around me on any picture taken. Most of the pictures will show me either holding me back in the place that I am getting pains, or my head or stomach. Also in the last couple of weeks in certain places I have been stood still and my legs get shaky and dothery, I have had occasions where I have had to move away from the area for awhile as it gets a bit too much for me especially when my legs go weak and my head goes really light headed it brings back memories of how I felt after I had too much to drink, only this is not the case now ha ha. On most of the times when I have felt some pain or emotion of some sort, I make a point of tellin another member of the team who then make it their job to take as many photos of me in that area as possible I not usually wrong. I have never ever felt threatened in any way doing my job but there are times when the areas feel very oppressive and if that is the case I just avoid that area or go back at a later time if it has a more friendly feel to it. There has only been one time in the years that I have been doing this that I have had emotions so strong that it has made me black out and I wont put myself in that predicament again. The TRIPAUK team leader has a strict rule when things get too bad or painful get yourself out of that area immediately and I for one intend to stick to that rule. Copyright©Shaun Underwood2011
Right from being a very young girl I had always been interested in the what I would call the spooky side of life. Dont get me wrong a had a normal and very happy childhood and didnt see ghosts or sense anything at all, but I was always interested in supernatural films books etc, in fact anything to do with the unexplained supernatural side of life. Obviously as a young child I was never allowed to watch or read anything that my parents deemed to be unsuitable, but as I grew older and older my my library books from school etc where all about ghosts, from lighhearted stories to the stories that would send a cold shiver down my spine. My mother would often say to me ' Dont you ever read anything than those type of books ?' but alas nothing swayed me from my interests.
When I was 15 I left school and started work straightaway at ICI,and then for the next 3 years my time was taken up with meeting new friends and doing different things and none if it had anything to do with the paranormal.
I turned 17 and to me life was great, then my father died aged 48 yrs. As I was the only girl and the youngest of two older brothers I took it really hard, my happy life just fell apart.
The day of my fathers funeral his body was brought home ready to leave for one last time before his internment. The whole of the house had a very strong aroma which was a mixture of embalming fluid and highly scented flower wreaths, it wasnt an unpleasant smell and I found it comforting for some strange reason.
The weeks after the funeral turned into months, and myself and my family were starting to get back on with our lives as best we could, even though sometimes when I was alone in my mothers I would swear that I could smell the same smell that had filled our rooms the day of the funeral, I just put it down to imagination and told nobody.
The years seem to fly by and I found myself married with 4 children all boys.
One day after making sure all the lads were at school I popped round my mams for a cuppa, we chatted for awhile and then she went serious and said to me. ' I could have sworn that I smelt the smell of the flowers and embalming fluid , you know the one that we had in the house on the day of your dads funeral.' I told her that I had actually smelt it a few times before but didnt say anything. We told ourselves that maybe dad was watching over us and the aroma was just to let us know that he was near. That day we felt comforted.
A week later when my mam was out shopping, she was waiting at the bus stop and she suddenly blacked out. She wasnt hurt apart from a grazed knee and elbow. The doctors who had examined her told her that she had Angina and very high blood pressure that she didnt know about, and these symptoms had caused her to faint. Mam recovered and we thought no more about it.
During the last few years of my now dissolved marriage I did get the aroma smell quite often and I did find it very comforting but I had now come to realise that at least 80% of the time it was acting as a warning that something fairly bad was about to happen. This could mean anything from bad news, an accident or just as in my case a very bad marriage situation.
My husband and I argued all the time and I was starting to lose weight with the stress and worry of it all. This one night, the night that was to be the start of a different life for me, I was laid in bed trying to get some sleep after yet another massive argument earlier on. I was absolutely shattered and very worried about how my life would end up if I was to stay in this loveless marriage.
Somewhere between 4-5am my brain must have closed down as I fell into a deep sleep. I wasnt dreaming about anything in particular but I did know that I could smell that aroma of my dads again. In fact to be honest with you the smell was so strong it actually woke me up. Even when I was wide awake the scent was still lingering but this time it was stronger and and way way more sickly, in fact it made me baulk. I quietly got out of bed and went downstairs and made myself a cuppa, it may sound daft but I actually said out loud 'Okay dad you win I know what I must do and I will do it I promise.' Believe it or not the aroma just disappeard completely.
I did what I promised left home with the lads and went back to my mothers, sorted out my divorce and sorted out my life. I have never looked back I am now happily married again and have been for some years now, my lads are all grown up with children of their own. I have never smelt my dads funeral aroma for over 20 years now but I am not worried because I know that he knows that I am happy and safe.
Eleven years ago I got my extreme wish and that was a chance to join a well known Paranormal team, (TRIPAUK) and I have been with them ever since I am now nearly 60 but I still love the thrill and excitement of a ghosthunt or vigil. Even though as you will see by some of our pictures with me on them, that spirits seem attracted to me. When I first started out 11yrs ago I didnt really think I was a sensitive the only feelings and emotions I used to feel while out in the field was sadness or feeling really low spirited but never knew why.
For the last 3 years I have started getting headaches some mild ones some really banging ones. I feel nauseous or get pains in other parts of my body such as my back, shoulders and stomach. This I stress does not happen on every ghosthunt but when it does I guaranteed that there will be some sort of supernatural entity around me on any picture taken. Most of the pictures will show me either holding me back in the place that I am getting pains, or my head or stomach. Also in the last couple of weeks in certain places I have been stood still and my legs get shaky and dothery, I have had occasions where I have had to move away from the area for awhile as it gets a bit too much for me especially when my legs go weak and my head goes really light headed it brings back memories of how I felt after I had too much to drink, only this is not the case now ha ha. On most of the times when I have felt some pain or emotion of some sort, I make a point of tellin another member of the team who then make it their job to take as many photos of me in that area as possible I not usually wrong. I have never ever felt threatened in any way doing my job but there are times when the areas feel very oppressive and if that is the case I just avoid that area or go back at a later time if it has a more friendly feel to it. There has only been one time in the years that I have been doing this that I have had emotions so strong that it has made me black out and I wont put myself in that predicament again. The TRIPAUK team leader has a strict rule when things get too bad or painful get yourself out of that area immediately and I for one intend to stick to that rule. Copyright©Shaun Underwood2011
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