mass|graven|image: Standing behind our walls of perception

I have seen both kinds of reactions to this photograph, one that will persue logic and rationality of explanation and the reaction of the ones who maybe have had encounters with what is captured in the photo itself in front of their own eyes. I stem from the latter group of individuals who had the image jump directly out at them glaring as the person standing posed for the poloroid, who happens to be my older sister in her teens. I couldnt imagine what I had stumbled on while looking through the family album that had been collecting dust sreadily now for years since I had made the occasional thumbing down memory lane. A lot of things had taken place in between the times that spanned from seeing these pictures. I had seen things that most contend are painfully horrific out of human beings and the etheric world was a still altoghether abstract world at that. This was captured in the house I grew up in, in Massachusetts and in the 90s it stood as a home more than 120 years old then, I always knew that I trained myself to dismiss the interactions I believe happened on more than a handful of occasions to just nothing and the uneasy forboding that emmenated from the house in those days as the vibes that an old house gives off afer a while. I believe these things can be around anyone at any time, I do not know or pretend to know what purpose or meaning their presence kenotes. I have the experience that negative energy in any form is something that they need to gain traction in out world though. Anytime you have an abundance of this type of human emotion they seem to fallow with sometimes unbelivable frequency.