A Peek inside Beez Book Room…

Excerpt from Beez Safe Guide to Ghost Hunting

Table of Contents

1. Basic Spirit Classification & Types of Hauntings pg.4-5

7 Spiritual Realms pg.5

2. Spirit Class Charts pg.6-10

3. Your 6 Senses & Physical Reactions to Spirits pg.11

4. Signs of a Haunting pg.12

5. Signs of a Gas Leak pg.13

6. Safety pg.16

Signs of Possession & Hitchhikers pg.18

Safety Symbols pg.20

7. The Laws pg.21

8. Short Tips; Websites; Checklists pg. 22-24

Ghost Hunts Gone Wrong pg.23

9. The Lord’s Prayer & Psalm 23 pg.26-27

Basic Spirit Classifications

What makes a “Bad spirit” or “Bad ghost”? Why do some entities want to hurt or possess us? The answers to theses questions are not solid, but we have some good ideas. A “bad ghost” can be mischievous or volatile. Smelly and disruptive. Dangerous at times. They can be confused with demons, poltergeists, or shadow people but are less dangerous. Etc…

Types of Hauntings

… Remember there are at least 7 spiritual realms with vortex’s and portals sprinkled throughout the Earth to get you there. A portal may be closed but what went on in the area while it was open? Are there residual memories, angry spirits or other things hanging around? Etc…

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Excerpt from Beez 24 Hour Zombie Apocalypse Survival Guide

Table of Contents

1. Where to Go & Supplies pg. 5-8

2. Your Fellow Man pg. 8

3. Hotwiring a Car pg. 10

4. Driving a Clutch pg. 12

5. Getting Gas pg. 14

6. Basic First Aid pg. 16

7. Universal Edible Plants pg. 21

8. Universal Healing Plants pg. 22

9. Water pg. 25

10. Fishing pg. 26

11. Fire Starting pg. 30

You’re chillin on your couch watching some evening television. Just finished dinner, a beautiful sunset had marked the evening… Breaking News!! Flashes across the screen as a blonde newscaster looking very frazzled pops up in view. You choke on your beer as the cameras pan out to the streets of Washington D.C. and you see nothing but carnage, panic, fires and violence. The news lady barely gets two words out before you watch in horror as she is pounced on by some creature… The T.V. screen goes black… Etc…

What people should be learning is how to hotwire a car, how to get gas when the pumps are off, how to work on an electric generator (even though, that is a terrible idea – they are not sustainable and make a lot of noise) first aid and stuff like that. Herbal medicine is great. If you can find the stuff in nature. That is not only age specific, but area specific… Etc…

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Excerpt from Of Primordial Greatness

Julia still remembers the warm, lapping caress of the waters from which her kind came. The childhood of evolution in her mind running through her blood. So few had come through… but survival of her kind was not what Julia worried about, if Julia worried about anything. Her home in the huge old oak by the pond her ancestors emerged from was forever. Food was plentiful. It seemed strange that they all had come out the same. Not much variation between her and the others…

I was a tadpole… I became that way because I evolved and am still evolving. I remember coming from mud. Smelly, black mud where I fought the fungus and mold for food so I could make it to my tadpoleness…

The new creature… we will call him Sam, came into the world blinded with conflicting memories. Some memories came through black and red. Dark cold slime. Pain and there was a want there that caused little Sam to scream and cry about something he could hardly comprehend if he ever did. On the other hand, there were memories of golden warm sun. Clear blue pond water and immense joy. These were enough to calm Sam and help him adjust. What was missing in Sam’s memories was the clear memory of how the evolution actually occurred. As the blood thinned and mixed the memories would become confused. Sam didn’t remember the ponds like his parents did. He only got some pictures and the emotional imprint. In Kelvin it was pain, cold and fear. From Julia it was warmth, sun and gold…

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Excerpt from Jacksonville History for Curious Morbid & Bored People

From the wildland pioneers of the 17th century to the psychics and spiritualists of the twenties. To political rallies dedicated to ladies of the nights and Saturday nights dedicated to the ladies of wrestling. Ostrich races, wild sailors…

An honorable African Princess is here. Entombed in the same 16-acre burial ground as Large Marge.

All of it, not necessarily in that order… and there is something else… Something old. Jacksonville breathes. It has a life of its own and you can feel this more than anywhere else, Downtown. Nope, Jax is no ordinary city. Jacksonville, once the grand town of Cowford, is a place that can actually date back approximately 4000 years.

A little bit of friendly, scary, strange, and distance all one deep breath. Exhale, and head down to five points for a drink by that very deep, dark river.

Now you know why Ash loves this place. I’ll tell you exactly where you can stand and visualize the same dreams of a vacation from zombie slaughter…

From the many fires to the defunct “Marketplace” of the late 1800s, this area has claimed many lives. Notably, the first fireman in Jax to die in the line of duty. On December 16th, 1885, Mr. Henry J Bradley was an African-American firefighter who died when a wall collapsed on him a little further up West Bay Street.

The early 1900’s, a time when merchant marines, travelers, port shipyard workers, and fish markets dominated Bay Street. Many, many bars and other places of ill repute lined the sides of the road along with warehouses and docks. A rough place with rougher people. Bucket of blood bars. Wild stuff.
Nowadays Bay Street is mainly just the best way to get to Everbank Field…