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The Sandra Wooding-Limon Story: Back to Ghost Stories
A Story of a Haunting in Bakersfield
As told by Paul Dale Roberts
As I sit here pondering is there life after death. I can only assume, there must be
an afterlife. Einstein came up with the sound theory that E = MC2. Energy can be
converted into matter and matter can be converted into energy. Energy is a
substance that cannot be destroyed. All information from energy is sustained for
eternity. On one website, called "Ask a Rocket Scientist", I asked if Earth were to
be sucked up into a blackhole, would that mean that all information on the
existence of mankind would be destroyed? The history of Earth would be gone?
The answer from the rocket scientist was 'no'. Due to the fact that energy cannot
be destroyed, it can be altered, but not destroyed. So all of the tidbits of a
scathing email that you wanted to send to your boss, you deleted it from your
computer, but it still exists in the vastness of cyberspace. On the quantum level we
are all energy creatures. Break us down to atoms and on the quantum level I
would be able to place my hand right through your body and out again.
Henceforth, in Star Trek we see the scattering of our atoms through a teleporter
and reappear again intact with Capt. Kirk ready for battle. So, if our matter
bodies have intelligence, then why can't a pure energy being have intelligence?
Why couldn't the aura that surrounds our body consume the intelligence that our
physical corporal body has? When we die, the aura leaves our body. The aura is
our soul. A soul that may decide to follow the light into the next realm. An energy
realm, we may call it heaven, we may call it hell. Or a soul that refuses to go into
the light and remains on Earth, with unfinished business to attend to. We call this
a haunting.
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As a writer, I am a conduit for people to tell their
stories. I listen, I make the decision that a story
will become immortalized through my writings.
On a particular night at Cache Creek Casino, at
Club 88, a woman by the name of Sandra
Wooding-Limon asked for me to write a story of a
haunting that happened to her. A haunting that
she can't get out of her mind. As we talked
during the music that the band Masterpiece was
playing, songs like "Body Talk by The Deele",
"Chase Me by Confunkshun" and "Good Times
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by Chic." She was familiar with my paranormal investigations via H.P.I. (Haunted
and Paranormal Investigations) of Northern California. This is the story she
relates to me:
At the age of 7, she lived in a home in Bakersfield, California, off a street called
Bel Torres. Her home was situated across the street from the neighborhood
park. The home was not elaborate like the Amityville Horror home, it was a
simple 3 bedroom house. There she lived with her brothers and sisters, her
mother and stepfather. When she first moved into this home, she was
automatically scared of this house. When she moved in, she felt this eerie feeling.
Night after night, she felt a presence as she tried to sleep in her bed. She felt
someone was standing over her bedside. As the hauntings continued, her bed
covers would be thrown off of her. This was too much for a little Sandra, she
insisted to have a night light on. She had a harder time falling asleep. She would
be afraid to sleep. She would see shadows walking near the hallway and across
her bedroom. The entity or entities seemed focus on her. While she felt the
hauntings, her sister, age 6 was not disturbed and would sleep soundly, while all
the while she was being terrified by this unseen force. When the TV was on, the
walking shadows seemed to make their presence known even more. The doors
would move on their own accord and the cabinets would open and close on their
own. One night, she turned around and the rocking chair kept rocking on its own.
This was too much for Sandra. Her family knew that Sandra was going through
these traumatic disturbances and after one year, the family decided to move
away. Sandra was absolutely terrified and it didn't help when she also heard on
the news that the Zodiac was at large. At this young tender age, she was terrified
of a hooded serial killer that was stalking his prey, that prey was 'people' and the
ghosts that were in this Bakersfield home. Sandra is now an adult woman, but
thoughts and memories of this home still haunt her to this very day. She will never
forget a particular storm that came into Bakersfield and during that night the
hauntings came on very strong, her bed covers were taken off of her, the shadows
on the walls were everywhere and the cabinets kept slamming open and shut
during the storm. Not too long after the storm is when her family decided enough
was enough. It was time to move. After having this experience and moving away
from the house in Bakersfield, she was terrified to go to her grandfather's house.
She didn't know if the house was haunted, but it seemed to be haunted. Her
grandmother died in the house and her grandfather would have a shrine that
included lit candles and many patron Catholic saints near and around the lit
candles. This in itself was spooky. She related to me that her grandfather always
kept the house dark, she would hear things move around in the house, when there
was no one there. Her aunt lived in her grandfather's house. Her aunt was
strange, she was into the gothic lifestyle and had black lights, psychedelic
paraphernalia in her dark bedroom. Sandra now strives to seek out the positive,
she likes a lot of lights, she avoids the darkness. This childhood experience has
affected her life to this very day.
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Sandra due to the nightmares of her childhood experiences once
consulted with a now defunct paranormal group called S.P.I.T.
(Stockton Paranormal Investigation Team), but didn't feel
satisfied with their counseling. She feels if her story is told, it
may eliminate the inner demons of her traumatic childhood
experience. Good luck Sandra, your story is now told.
As I close this story, I only wonder if spirits may use the writings
of others as their conduit to tell their story. Once in Rolling Stone
Magazine, there was an article on the fact that Jim Morrison of
the Doors had appeared to many people after his death. Well,
this story wouldn't have phased me, except for the fact that my
first wife Karen Jean Walker/Caruso had related to me that she
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sat on a couch with Jim Morrison. Jim told her to accept life and embrace it. Of
course this was the spirit of Jim Morrison, because Jim Morrison had died years
ago. When Karen told me this story I laughed. When I read the Rolling Stone
article, I almost fell out of my chair. Could Karen be telling the truth? In 1999, I had
a dream that I saw my mother, who died in 1987. In this dream, my mother had a
strange looking man sitting behind her with glasses and a brief case. My mother
told me to tell the story of my father's connection to Mickey Cohen, a well known
gangster with ties to Bugsy Siegel. Behind her the man standing behind her said:
"Please tell the story." I never told the story, until now. My father a former tax
investigator opened up a case that was pending since the 1950s. The reason it
was pending is that the government accountant investigating the case was killed
by the mob for trying to collect on State taxes. My father who just handled a case in
collecting State taxes from the Church of Scientology, that also owed federal taxes
to the IRS, took the challenge of reopening this case. When meeting the mob in
Los Angeles via a corporation that they owned, the mobsters took my father out to
dinner and wrote him a check. It was an easy collection of State taxes owed, but a
government accountant in the 50s lost his life over this matter. Perhaps the
deceased accountant didn't want his life to be forgotten and consulted my mother
to tell his story? I don't know. I don't know if my over active mind created this
appearance of my mother and the strange man behind her. Was that strange man
behind her the accountant? Then why didn't he tell me his name? Or does he feel
confident that anyone looking into this story, will discover his name and complete
the history of his encounter with the mob. Perhaps I am the conduit for living
people and deceased people to tell their unfinished stories. I am here. I am
listening.
Paul Dale Roberts, Freelance Writer
www.jazmaonline.com
5606 Moonlight Way
Elk Grove, CA 95758
JazmaPika@cs.com
916 203 7503
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