Boneyards EVP Log – 9/12/13

Last night’s Ouija prelude to the simultaneous EVP chat went like this:

BONEYARDS is back from the dead to rock your underworld.  Four new post-Fringe shows in October just in time for Halloween. 10/17/13, 10/20, 11/2 and 11/3. Only 20 seats per show, get ‘em before they’re gone.

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Last night’s Ouija prelude to the  simultaneous EVP chat went like this:

ME:  What did you think of the show? 

BOARD:  WEW

AUDIENCE  MEMBER:  Um, do you mean whoo? Like you’re hollering whoo! because you liked it?

BOARD:  YES

ME:  Awesome. 

She went on to tell us she was 97 (no wonder the planchette was creeping along so slowly) and died in 1938 and was a member of the synagogue, initials UET  When asked if she had any advice or wisdom for us, the living, she began spelling out a string of indecipherable consonants (later with the spirit box she spoke it loud and  clear:  HAVE COURAGE.  See video below).  An audience member suggested that perhaps she’s not a native English speaker. Another suggested that perhaps she was speaking Hebrew.  Are you speaking Hebrew?  YESWould you like to speak with us electrically?  YES.

That was my cue to run over and fire up the P-SB7 spirit box to see if she or her cohorts could get through to us while two audience members continued chatting with her on the Ouija board. Here is the result–

As always the raw 5-minute footage has been cut down to just the highlights.  All EVPs have been slowed down but but with their original pitch maintained, and had the volume boosted for better clarity.  Transcript below with my afterthoughts —

ME: Hi there.

BOX:  Jeff come on, sit.

Can you say hello to us?

Go ahead, sit. (In previous sessions they have frequently asked me to “sit down” and “pull up a chair” and now two requests in this session already. It occurs to me that maybe they don’t mean pull up a chair at the spirit box but to go back and sit down at the Ouija board with my 2 audience volunteers).

Everyone’s down there. (In the cellar, that is. The audience and the spirits.)

He performs a lot.

Hello?

Hi.

Do you know where I’m from?

Fishtown.  (They’re conversing with each other.  One spirit answering the other spirit’s question. Fishtown is a neighborhood in northeast Philadelphia.  This might seem a far-fetched thing for them to call out except that we’ve already had specific references in previous sessions to ghosts from South Philly and Germantown. There really is a community narrative unfolding here in the ghost chats. I urge you listen to all of them).

They say it that way. (A reference to our ongoing confusion regarding UET’s Hebrew on the Ouija board?)

Waiting.

Okay.

James [Fortner?]  (Another name! We continue learning the names of the 12 Synagogue Saints. There’s Brenda, Anne, UET and now James.)

Down sheets, please.  (This can only be a reference to the disturbing, bloody sheets hanging in the cellar entrance as seen in the show’s  promo video. Clearly too distasteful for this congregant to handle.)

Have courage. (The most profound remark this evening. Could this be 97-year-old UET’s spoken answer to our Ouija question on whether she had any advice for the living?)

Raise your hand.  (Quoting me. Twice in the show I say this, asking the audience at one point to raise their hands if they can name both of their parents and another time mentioning that some Hindu sadhus show their self-abnegation by walking around for years with one hand raised in the air, at which point I raise my own hand.)

Can you say goodbye so we can all hear it?

Wait here.

We waited… Nothing more so we shut it down til this Sunday’s upcoming show.

“Nobody knows whether our personalities pass on to another existence or sphere but it is possible to construct an apparatus which will be so delicate that if there are personalities in another existence or sphere who wish to get in touch with us in this existence or sphere, this apparatus will at least give them a better opportunity to express themselves than the tilting tables and raps and ouija boards and mediums and the other crude methods now purported to be the only means of communication.”

– Thomas Edison