Aliens - ETs and Thee

The laws of physics were made to be broken. Here are my personal opinions on ETs.
My theory No. 1: The laws of physics as we know them may not be applicable outside our universe, or even galaxy.
My theory No. 2: ETs may be humans of the future come back to Earth. Although I'm not sure why they'd want to.
My theory No. 3: ETs are from another plane of existence. I didn't say planet. They may be of a realm about which we know nothing.
My theory No. 4: It is extremely egocentric to believe we are the only sentient beings present in our universe or any other. Humans in general feel it necessary to maintain their superiority over all living beings, to this end they place themselves above others in the food chain.
My theory No. 5: Strictly mathematically speaking the odds against us being the only thinking beings around are, excuse me, astronomical.
My theory No. 6: I have held that ETs are a possibly extremely old - think in millions here - life form. Imagine my satisfaction to hear a top physicist on TV the other day say that we can't rule out the possibility and if they are that old they would certainly be capable of means of transportation beyond our imaginations.
My theory No. 7: ETs are Atlantians. Seriously, reports of USOs (unidentified submerged objects) bursting through the sea's surface abound.
Mt theory No. 8: well, there isn't one. I've never seen a UFO. I've never seen an ET. I certainly hope I've never been abducted. It doesn't stop me from thinking about the possibilities out there.
take care out there
- bethany moran

Material World

Material hauntings or ghostly objects can make you look twice. One moment you see an object that doesn't belong where it is. You shake your head, blink your eyes and when you look back the object is gone. The experiences repeated here were relayed to me by credible witnesses at the athletic club mentioned in my 01/15/09 post, The Firefighters' Ghosts.
As part of their jobs the banquet servers were required to set the ballroom and other dining rooms up for the planned event. Linens were spread on tables then the tables would be set for service. In 1992 during the Mike Tyson rape trial while jurors slept upstairs a fire broke out in a dining room taking the lives of two firefighters and a hotel guest.
After the club was restored ghostly tales circulated among employees. Phantom columns of flame were seen in the ballroom and the firefighters' boots/pants gear was seen in the kitchens. Here's where I ask for help. Who's seen such objects? Were they tied to the incident that created the haunting? Also, I'm not sure why the gear turned up, looking for all the world as if it was ready and waiting for the wearers. Maybe it was a simple representation of those who crossed.
These occurances could be called residual hauntings. Residuals are usually associated with human or animal ghosts who are seen to repeat their actions over and over like a skipped record album (CD to the younger set). They aren't believed to have "intelligence" like a ghost that can answer questions or change its pattern of behavior.
More on the club on upcoming posts.
Take care. Live your life in peace.
- bethany moran

Angel Helpers

During a trying time in my life I had a most unexpected visitor. I was unhappy in a marriage and had recently injured my back. Any spare moment I had was spent laying on the floor with my knees bent in order to alleviate pain. One day a red and black hound appeared at my back door. When the door opened he sauntered in as if he owned the place and glued himself to my side. If I laid on the floor he sat at my head as if watching over me. When my then-spouse came near - we were at a point of extreme animosity - it growled furiously, causing my husband to take a wide way around me. In the matter of a few weeks as often happens the relationship deteriorated further. It was decision time for me and that decision was that I needed to move on. As soon as I reached that conclusion and took steps to bring it about the dog went out one day never to return.
I often thought he was an angel sent to watch over me in a time of need.
As when performing random acts of kindness, when we minister to these unexpected animal visitors I feel we may be playing hosts to an angel.
Have you had an animal visit you can't explain?
take care
- bethany moran

People like to say 'life's a journey.' What if that journey were an infinite train ride and we, our spirit essences, stopped on a new life. At the end of that existence our essence leaves the body on the Earth plane for the Other Side.

Years ago during a psychic reading I was told I once lived in the utopian Oneida commune in New York state. The culture of the community fostered free thinking and

our spiritual essence skip along the plane's surface like a skipped stone?

ime echoes like ripples emanating from a skipped stone. Does our spiritual essence piggy-back on the stone to manifest itself in lives during

he surface of time

There are those who believe without seeing and those who see without believing. Both are welcome. - - Bethany Moran

The Moment of Death

When I was about 12 years old I became obsessed with what people's thoughts were at the moment of death. I gave the subject much thought and was disappointed when I couldn't think of a way to test my question. Years later I learned of mediums and psychics and was excited to learn that there was a way to communicate with those on the Other Side.

Listening to mediums has lead me to believe those who've passed don't dwell on their last moments though they will give impressions on the manner of their death. This is reassuring to me as I became an adult and learned there are millions of ways to die. It's especially important to know our loved ones who've passed don't "dwell" or are harmed or held back by the critical moment of death.

On a similar note I've often wondered what happens when one crosses over due to a particularly violent or horrifying death or many people die due to one event. Examples are horrific auto accidents, murder or, most interesting to me, a mass death due to an event such as an airliner crash. It's been said the spirit/soul of victims of these types of death depart their physical bodies before the moment of death actually occurs. I certainly hope so. In hearing investigations of jet crashes it seems passengers may be aware of their impending fate for moments or even several (in one instance up to half an hour) minutes before the crash actually takes place. I can think of nothing more horrifying than knowing you are about to die and being totally helpless to escape the situation.

So let's add to the above questions the issue of mass deaths. Without mediumship skills of my own I'm going on pure speculation. For many years I held the belief the souls of a mass death were lost or wandering. Of course, I have no way to verify this.

Echoing Duality is here to learn the views of others. Your opinions and responses to these situations are of particular interest. Many others, especially those who've lost a loved one, could benefit from your thoughts, so please don't hesitate to share.

In peace.

- bethany moran

Reiki Rocks!

Until the other night I was a Reiki virgin. I'd heard of it and seen it on TV (as if that lends credence) but I had no experience with this Japanese technique. For several months I've endured constant, chronic pain. I've tried everything I know to alleviate it. I've hounded friends and relatives and doctors and scoured the Internet but nothing I found has given relief.

A local metaphysical store and sanctuary holds classes on the stress reducing, relaxing and physical healing practice weekly. Each week I receive their email newsletter and Reiki night is always mentioned. Each week I want to go but something seems to get in the way. It finally dawned on me that I was probably getting in the way of myself. My own health and best interests were being sabotaged by my fear of the unknown, the unknown factor of Reiki and doubts that it would be beneficial.

During the day before this week's Reiki night I had more pain relief than I had in months, but still a great deal of pain. Also, I found myself "jazzed" and full of anticipation because I decided this was the big night - I'd attend Reiki services. I arrived at the metaphysical center and milled around with others in attendance. Before Reiki sessions began we joined hands in a circle and were led through some relaxation techniques. We were brought back to the present and, fortunately, first timers were to be seen by practitioners first.

Each attendee had signed a numbered sign-in sheet and clipped a plastic badge to our clothing noting the number associated with our name. Practitioners called the newcomers by number and we were led into a darkened room with relaxing new age music. Four beds/tables stood waiting eager subjects. I removed my shoes, stretched out on the bed, closed my eyes and began to breathe deeply and relax in a method I've used for years. Without speaking two practitioners approached my outstretched form and touched me lightly. I was surprised because I thought Reiki didn't include touch. The touch was welcome, however, as the person at the foot of the bed massaged my feet extensively, sometimes with an object I perceived to be a stone. The person at the head of the bed layed on hands on my head, neck and shoulders. Other parts of my body received attention during the session as well.

The state of relaxation I reached was incredible, certainly the deepest state I've found myself in. During this time I sensed the words, "There is no pain here." The phrase must have been repeated a thousand time in a soothing woman's voice. Against a purple background I perceived a beautiful woman in lavender, diaphanous robes standing behind a basin of water. The woman's image never left, but behind her a everchanging scene of earthworks, a small waterfall of iridescent purple/blue water over well-worn rounded stones and an image I find quite difficult to explain other than it appeared as thought it were a fountain firework. The "fireworks" seemed to be water spraying through a vessel in arcs to the left and the right.

The end of the session wasn't disappointing in the least, though I expected to be let down. The practitioners led me out of the room and were glad to answer my questions. I was virtually pain free and still in a state of meditation so I chose to take a seat and bask in the wonder of the moment. Within moments I was slammed with whole-body pain, surely as intense as if I were struck by a freight train. My thoughts immediately transferred back to "there is no pain here" and the pain left in moments. I couldn't help but wonder if the sudden pain were a test I subconsiously threw up as a roadblock to myself.

The basis of Reiki is the unseen life force energy that flows through us. It is believed that if one's life force energy is low we are prone to sickness or the effects of stress. When our energy is high, Reiki practitioners believe we are more able to obtain health and happiness.

The experience was wonderful and I plan to return if for no other reason, to experience the deep state of meditation.

Be in peace. - Bethany Moran

DAY TWO
I awoke today with significant pain but later I was virtually pain free. Was it the Reiki? I think so. It's true I didn't get a session this morning but I did put the lessons of the other night into practice. I relaxed, breathed deeply and reframed my reference to pain. Remembering the state I was in during my session, I called to mind, and repeatedly said, "There is no pain here." I didn't have a voila, pain-free moment; however, I did have a huge decrease in pain. I noticed my shoulders and neck weren't drawn into painful spasms. I noticed that I knew I'd be OK even if the discomfort increased. I noticed I didn't call my condition "pain" anymore, I called it discomfort. So for those who doubt the effectiveness of the physical process, I'd like you to know that I've changed the way I think about pain and my response to it which can only be construed as success in any book.

Electronic Interference Phenomena

NOTE: I searched the Web and haven't found this phrase listed anywhere and I've used it for years. Please advise if you're aware of it's use elsewhere. Thanks. - Bethany)

Since the implementation of answering machines and their evolution into voicemail, checking messages has been an adventure for me. Frequently, I'm not met with a human voice, at least not immediately. The first sound I hear is the ringing of a telephone making an outbound call. Next is a person's voice answering the phone. The onset of the phenomena wasn't too alarming. Answering machines were a new technology at the time and I assumed the messages were a glitch. The messages were interesting but seemingly nothing to give much thought to.

I realized the messages didn't derive from the answering machine but the telephone. Had single-line home phones been making outbound calls all along and we were ignorant to the 'glitch' until the advent of answering machine technology? Maybe this explains what occurs when we answer the phone to find an open line - white noise as opposed to total silence.

Could this be a paranormal event? When the messages continued I began to pay closer attention to the voices at the end of the line and it was clear I couldn't recognize them. I'm not certain why my phone would call someone I perceive to be a stranger, unless they were to play a role in my life that was as yet unknown.

Cell phones came along and the phenomena took on a new twist. Often, with my phone at my side on the desk or table, I heard the speaker phone engage and the now familiar tones of an outgoing call. The cell also started calling out while I was driving or carrying it in my hand. The calls occurring while carrying my phone are discounted as they could easily be explained as an accidental pushing of a button. When my cell phone calls out it is to a person in my directory, usually someone I know intimately. Rarely, it calls the last number called - which again I'd discount to being some sort of human-related event.

In my house timers go off without being set. For the sake of curiosity I always make a note of the time the timer bell sounds. When speaking to a family member the next day - usually the same person - I find they were thinking about or talking about me to someone else. It seems one day the kitchen timer alert may be an indicator of a simultaneous event.

A friend of mine has an alarm clock that sounds at the same time each day, yet it isn't set for that time. Does this mark the time of a significant event in their life? The loss of someone at that exact time? Another memorable event?

Other than the timing of someone talking about or claiming to be thinking about me when one of these events takes place, I've yet to connect them to a loved one on the other side.

Do you receive other worldly calls? Perhaps your phone makes the call for you. I've heard of televisions going off and on, etc. It's believed those on the Other Side need energy to manifest or send a message. Since I believe the spirits of those who've passed are continuations of energy that represents itself in a different form than that on the Earthly plane, it seems entirely plausible.

Live well. - Bethany Moran

You Will NOT Believe What I Dreamed Last Night!

Has one of your friends ever said this to you? Maybe you've said it.

When I was in school a memorable dream foretold the "bust" of a school friend. In the dream my classmate was looking all over for places to hide their pot. In the end they chose a place in full view of authorities. The dream could have been interpreted in many ways yet I chose the way that made the most sense to me. Perhaps that's the key to dreams that foretell future events, interpretation.

The most memorable paranormal dream I've had foretold nothing. Rather I received a message from someone who passed on to send along to a mutual friend. In the dream I had a panoramic view of an endless meadow. Rolling hills were dotted with trees of all sorts whose leaves fluttered slowly in a perfectly warm breeze. Flowers of colors with intensities not experienced on Earth grew in scalloped waves across soft grass that was every shade of green imaginable. Puffed clouds floated along a robin's egg blue sky and the sun was a shimmering golden orb that radiated love upon the vista below. I think of all the beauty I beheld what I remember most was the perfumed air. I love the smell of cut grass on the first warm spring day. It's so pure and clear and fresh and green. That aroma permeated the dream.

Among the rolling hills of the landscape stood a woman in a sundress. She reveled in the sights and sounds surrounding her. She stood with her back slightly arched, her arms pulled behind her in sheer delight, a sunbonnet with long, trailing ribbons in one hand, her face upturned to the perfect sun. To me, it was clear she was in Heaven. Literally. She was engrossed in, one with, her surroundings. I intuited her message. I was to tell her best friend who's also MY best friend that she was fine and everything was beautiful where she was.

There was no way I wouldn't pass the message to my friend. It's ironic, though. During her life, the woman I received the message from and I weren't friends. I wondered why she chose to come through to me. I was simply a messenger. I believe I was the person the woman on the other side knew would see the message for what it was and deliver it to her friend.

Mediums receive messages from the other side and relay them to the living. I've often heard mediums asked how we'll know we've received a visit from the other side. A visit has been described as unforgettable in colors, scents and sounds; utterly beyond human comprehension. After a loved one passes to the other side we may dream of them out of longing and love. However, a visitation from the other side will be difficult to dismiss as anything else.

The Firefighters' Ghosts

The Indianapolis Athletic Club was a private club in downtown Indianapolis built in the early 1900's. The now defunct club had a rich history of hauntings. I hired on as an accounting clerk and the administrative offices were housed on the ninth floor at the top of the building. Below were three floors of hotel rooms, athletic facilities, ball rooms, dining rooms and the like.

I'd been an employee for a few days when the elevator stopped at the wrong floor and I, as usual with my head in the clouds, got off the elevator as if it was at the right floor. No one was present in the small foyer. One side of the cubby opened onto a main hallway. The other direction were the closed doors to a private bar and dining area. As I stood, alone, in the confined area the sensation of total desolate failure enveloped me. I believe I was experiencing communications from those who have passed. The message I received was this: "I failed him. I knew better than to do what I did. It's my fault [he's dead]. I'm so sorry. I wish I could fix it." These sensations enveloped me and delivered their forlorn message in a matter of moments.

After a year or so of employment I took the position as night auditor. Notwithstanding hotel guests and die-hard exercisers who arrived before the break of dawn I was in the building overnight with a security officer, housekeeper and kitchen cleaner. Haunting activity started my first night on the job. Of the two outer doors on the first floor the door opening to the side street was locked at 11 PM. The huge revolving doors that opened to the main drag were left unlocked and a motion detector was focused on them. This detector signalled the entrance of visitors by the sound of a small ringing bell. The detector was useless, however, due to its constant and unrelentent sounding. I couldn't tell if someone was actually entering or not, it was the electronic equivalent of yelling wolf. The strange ocurrance was reported in the morning. The next evening a message assured me no malfunctions were found in the motion detector.

I've never seen an aparition. Rather I perceive a two-dimentional image in my mind of someone who passed. The image appears flat, almost transparent, similar to an old-fashioned faded photographic slide. While in the Club at night I frequently "saw" a twenty-something maintenance engineer. He was clad in teal green/gray uniform pants and shirt with a large keyring on his belt. The fellow was quite tall, well over six feet, and bent at the waist, out of habit to keep from brushing against the tops of door frames.

Beautifully appointed salons sat to either side of the revolving door entrance. Lovely furnishings included crystal ash trays that must have weighed nearly ten pounds each. More than once I heard faint music and party goers enjoying themselves in these salons and, possibly, the restaurant across the hall. Occasionally, it appeared the party got out of hand given the sound of furniture and heavy crystal ashtrays being knocked over. I dutifully checked the salon, albeit on tiptoes and very quietly, each time I heard the sounds to find nothing whatsoever out of place.

Sounds of upturned furniture, which I came to be known to me as ghostly and nonthreatening, were sometime replaced with faint piano music which wafted from the grand piano in front of the salon's fireplace. The first time I heard the music I feared a street person with a musical bent sought shelter inside the Club. Taking up my walkie-talkie as protection I crept to the piano and found . . . nothing. I chalked it up to more spirited activity and wondered did I really hear it or not. (Even believers aren't alway sure, are they?) One evening the music was louder. I was sure it was coming from a "real" player this time. I rounded the desk in seconds and was nearly ran down by the security officer who heard the music himself. Halellujiah! Another living being heard the piano! Though there was no musician at the keys I was happy to know the presence of the security officer vindicated me.

As to the feelings of unease and unrest outside the elevator I learned there was a fatal fire at the Club. [If you remember the Mike Tyson rape trial in Indianapolis you may recall the jurors were housed at the IAC. During the trial a fire broke out which resulted in three fatalities. It almost caused a mistrial.] Much later I learned two of the fataliteis were Indianapolis Firefighters who died where I stood outside the elevators that day. One firefighter was older, more experienced than the other. When the door to the dining room was opened a flashover (?) ocurred, killing both men. I believe with all my heart the anguish I felt came entirely from the torment the more experienced firefighter felt as his responsibility at the death of his young charge. I feel he felt his death mattered not one bit. I hope with all my heart the older firefighter finds peace.

What are the strongest feelings / emotions you've experienced that you related to the other side? - Bethany Moran

They're Heeeeeeeeeeeeere

Poltergeists can be defined as noisy, mischievous ghosts that is responsible for rappings and / or other unexplained noises. It's a good definition but my belief is that no single ghost, soul of a departed human, is behind the noises; the noises comes from psychic energy emanating from that who is at the center of the phenomenon. The average American female teenager is a bundle of energy. Hormonally driven changes, burgeoning sexuality, emotions run wild are stirred into a seething mass of energy. Is it any wonder than much poltergeist activity relates to young girls?




Though I experienced precognitive dreams and other phenomena as a young girl, poltergeist activity didn't begin until I married my first husband two months to the day after my eighteenth birthday. I was the epitome of the excitable teenage girl. Sexual energy and passion dominated me and I had a strong belief in the supernatural. My then-husband came from a family rich in paranormal history, including a great-grandmother who was well-known in the region as a loving healer and medium who often held services at Camp Chesterfield in central Indiana.




When we married we moved into a modest mobile home wrapped in love. As soon as we moved in to begin our new life together the noises began. I don't recall traditional rapping sounds. Often the sound of bells ringing was heard. The most memorable instances seemed to occur after we argued. One evening as we got ready to go out I was in the bathroom drying my hair and my ex-husband was in the living room. I repeated heard a small bell ring close to my ear as I used the blow dryer. Finally, exasperated, I went to the living room and asked why he was ringing a bell in the bathroom. He had no idea what I was talking about but we ended up talking out our differences and got over our argument.



One night in bed we heard a sound no less disturbing and memorable than to suggest the refrigerator had been pushed over with a resounding crash. Jumping out of bed we ran to the kitchen where . . . not a thing was out of place.



My most unique experience came one afternoon as I brought groceries into my house. I was totally alone, save for my cat, who came into the kitchen to see why I was disturbing her. I brought bag after bag of household supplies in from the car and placed them on the table. As I brought in one bag I noticed my cat was spooked. I watched as she turned and, fur puffed in fear, ran out of the kitchen. One-half a moment later I was startled (read: scared shitless) to hear what sounded like something as heavy as an old fashioned anvil fall through the roof, ceiling, upper cabinet, sink, lower cabinet and, finally, the floor. Belief in such phenomena doesn't preclude fright over its occurrence! After a brief glance to ensure a flaming meteor hadn't soared from the sky through my kitchen, for what other excuse could there be, I turned tail and ran. The only explanation I have is that of the poltergeist. I heard the object fall physically through each layer that could have stood in its way.



Other instances occurred with irregularity, but the crashing refrigerator and "anvil" stuck with me throughout the years. Has a poltergeist paid a visit to you? - Bethany Moran

WELCOME to Echoing Duality. A haven for those who dare to acknowledge that paranormality echoes through the energy of the Earthly plane. There are those who believe without seeing and those who see without believing. Both are welcome. - - Bethany Moran

The "Why" Behind the Journey

I firmly believe each of us lives many times on the Earth plane separated by existences in the ethereal. To me, this is the cycle of reincarnation.

Almost universally, humans ask themselves what is the meaning of (Earthly) life. I answer with another question: what is it each human wants, to the exclusion of all else? Love. Complete, total, unquestioning, unequivocal, all encompassing love. When love fills us we know acceptance, flaws and all, for who we are and feel the warmth, the power it gives. When this state is reached we're able to fulfill God's (Universal Consciousness') desire for us to extend this love to fellow travelers here on Earth.

Receiving love is our earthly quest. Giving this precious gift freely to others is the test required before passing to our next experience. Sharing love with others, especially the most unlovable, is the hardest lesson to learn. It's easy to receive that which makes us feel good. Yet the fear that we'll be left without love holds us from giving it away.

Existences between lives on Earth are spent in reflection and instruction. We are instructed by guides who teach us how to receive and give love and the benefits of each. As students we work through lives and "classroom" time and accumulate knowledge needed to graduate to existences no longer requiring earthly living.

Graduating from University to Graduate School brings us to our existence at God's (Universal Consciousness') side. This is the position reserved for those who fought the good fight and persevered through ignorance and pain. Those who can receive love without questioning and give it away as freely as humans give opinions.

Receive love. Pass it on ten-fold, one hundred-fold, to an infinite degree to each we meet. Pay it forward. Do more than is expected. Above all love your fellow man, those we consider good and, most importantly, those we don't and all who lie between. Project this love to others each moment of each day. - Bethany Moran

WELCOME to Echoing Duality. A haven for those who dare to acknowledge that paranormality echoes through the energy of the Earthly plane. There are those who believe without seeing and those who see without believing. Both are welcome. - - Bethany Moran

PS If it isn't already clear, I am a complete Luddite and computer neophyte. With this in mind I planned to make this my first notation on Echoing Duality. In fact, I'd like it to always be present on my home page, but I haven't figured that out yet. At any rate the above paragraph is an important glimpse into my paranormal / supernatural beliefs.

I wish you well. - Bethany

In The Beginning . . .

Paranormal: out of the normal realm

Many who've had paranormal experiences, and some who haven't, believe the "normal" realm we exist in is far from normal on its own. I, and many family members have had paranormal experiences.

My earliest memories include dreams of being a small child in post WWII Europe. In the dreams I huddle, clad in filthy rags, in the doorway of a business closed for the night in a busy middle-sized city. The town is battle-worn and I remember the atmosphere as gray and dirty. In the dreams I'm about five years of age and with a little brother of about three whom I'm trying to keep warm. I beg for food as people busily stroll past, ignoring us. Another strong memory finds me standing on tip-toes looking out a front window of a modest home. Tanks roll down the street. I assume it's during the liberation because there's no feeling of dread associated with the tanks, more a joyful feeling.

These are vivid images for a child too young to know what a war is, where Europe is and why people wouldn't help children in a time of dire need. I've had what I assume are flashbacks of three other lives as well.

Years later I married and became a mother. My daughter spoke early and, like her Momma, had plenty to say. Around the age of two she described where she lived before she came "to live here." Indeed, she described a well lived in farmhouse, complete with creaking screen door on the back of the house. She also told of Christmas dinners where a roast goose graced the center of the table, but there wasn't much else to eat. My daughter described living with the other children. Fortunately, I wasn't alarmed. Many children's claims are ignored or, worse, chastised by recanting past life descriptions. Her recollections cemented a belief I'd nurtured many years.

Where will I be when I pass on to the other side? Who will I be? What will I do? Will I find an answer before I pass?