A closed mouth gathers no foot

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

The Occult will stay that way - well, to me anyway...

The Occult simply means hidden.

A little over two Christmas' ago, Barry approached me with the idea of forming a local Paranormal Investigation group. Both of us have had an interest in these sorts of things that go back many years, and we wanted to do our bit, on a local level at the very least. So, we got geared up, buying various bits of kit that included Negative Ion detectors and ElectroMagnetic Field Meters. Initially focusing on the more ghostly side of the subject, we would hold 'vigils' at alledgedly haunted locations throughout the East Midlands, usually from late at night until the early hours of morning.

We had mixed results, some locations were interesting, some weren't, some results were obtained, other locations drew a blank. As time has gone on, the group has grown in scope and size, and at the bi-monthly meetings we were struggling to fit all of our members around a pub table. You can see our website via the EMPRG link on the right of this page, to give you an idea of where we went. As you'll see, we even made it into the local paper, for our latest venture we had some interest from the BBC who wanted to send a local camera crew along to film us 'at work' at Lincoln Castle.

For some time now, my interest has been waning somewhat, for a multitude of reasons that I won't bore you with now, but amongst them was a feeling that nothing could really achieved from performing vigils and that any techniques used, whilst seemingly scientific, would never stand up to much scrutiny. I also felt that a little too much 'wishful thinking' was creeping in, almost totally at odds with barry and my rather dry approach. As my interest waned, the input of others stepped up and in reality, I have been carried by more energized members of the team for some time. It wasn't fair anymore, I was baggage, and besides, I had some other projects I now wanted to dedicate some time to. I wanted to leave, and I planned to tell Barry last night over a beer at our regular haunt, the St Mary's Vaults in Stamford.

As it transpired, Barry explained that he had contemplated throwing the towel in too, but instead would simply step back for a bit. I explained I wanted to leave and gave my reasons. Barry decided he had had enough too. So, the founder and the founders mate chucked it in. Barry hoped someone would take over from him, it may or may not happen, but to me, EMPRG has served its purpose. I got to spend some quality time with an old mucka with whom I had spent precious little time in recent years enabling us to become fully reacquainted again.

So there it is. The occult will remain so for a little longer. Probably.