The Queen Mary

My first opportunity to investigate the paranormal happened aboard The Queen Mary where she is in permanent anchor at Long Beach, California.

John Kortum, Paranormal Investigator and a Facilitator at The Monroe Institute (TMI), invited a number of TMI graduates to join him in July 2003 to determine if ghosts were really aboard the grand old lady.

Although the ship now serves as a hotel and convention center, we had complete carte blanche and could go into any part of the vessel other than the cabin used for payroll functions. At night a security person joined us and he had keys that allowed us access to the entire ship.

After breaking into small groups, the first day or so was spent going from the lowest deck up to the top bridge. We were seeking cold spots, vortexes and plain old feelings of raising hair on the back of the neck. Deck by deck we then plotted these areas on our own ships’ chart so that we could revisit them at night.

On the second night our group was assembled in the First Class swimming pool area – it was rumored that a little girl was often heard calling for her mother. We had not heard or felt anything unusual so we gathered round to discuss where we should go next. The security guard was lounging around the bulkhead not paying any attention. Only half listening to the group as we made plans, I was leaning against the railing surrounding the pool which was not filled – nothing was below or behind me except empty space, at that point I felt a tap on my shoulder and sensed a presence at my back. John happened to be standing in front of me and I softly told him what was happening. He motioned for the group to be quiet and asked me if I thought the presence would talk. I said that I had no idea but let’s give it a try. Thus, in answer to questions, the entity spoke through me … thus; I experienced my first channeling episode.

To shorten the details that occurred over the next 18 hours let me tell of the basic events. The entity was an English male, he was making a west bound crossing in 1947 when he fell from one deck to another and was killed. He had been planning to meet an English friend who’d moved to Chicago, they were going to meet in New York City. Owing to a mix-up in names, the man who died on board was misnamed and so the Chicago chum never discovered what had happened to his friend. Eventually the friend also died and by using the techniques learnt at TMI we, as a group, were able to reach them both and, together, arm in arm, they moved on to a bigger and better life.