One Year Later

The end of 2008 is around the corner and I'm just taking some time to reflect back on the year.

I put up a new video, well, I filmed it a while back, and only have just gotten around to putting it up.



At this time in 2007, I was pretty much doing the same thing, investigating and writing about it, except I was doing it with Dad. There is absolutely no way that I would have believed anyone that one year later he wouldn't be here.

In May this year, my father gave me a new laptop. We had a computer in the house, it was pretty old and really only used occasionally, but he gave me the laptop and said that I should start a blog, use the passion that I had for writing and telling stories to talk about the things that we were doing. He didn't mind what I talked about, whether it was about our investigations or anything else, it was just important that I became a little more social. After all, I only really had a few friends (Carl Ventre http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/profile.php?id=1306842189&ref=ts and Wesley Osmond) both of whom I met whilst working at Borders. I spoke to Wes and Carl about the idea of a blog and they said that they thought it was an awesome idea, Carl was the one that mentioned Facebook (something I had heard of but never really used), he said that I could probably meet hundreds of people with similar ideas, interested in reading the blog. And so 'Who is Miles Cason' was born.

I got a few friends at first, posted a blog or two and slowly it began to grow. My father was proud, he even began offering suggestions to blog entries.I threw up a few rough videos on YouTube and really got into the whole Social Network thing. I had so many things that I wanted to do, but with work and everything, there was just no time at all.

We went on a few investigations, some of which I wrote about, other which I never got around too, and I began to think that I could do so much more with a little more time.

It was later this year that my father suffered a stroke and was forced into retirement. I took a while off work to be with him and it was then that he told me that I could leave my day job and work as a paranormal investigator full time. He gave me a large sum of money - enough to work at least three years full time, doing what I wanted to do. He said that anytime he got a call from now on for a private investigation, I would be the one going instead.

The first investigation came and went quickly, as they usually do. It felt weird to be out without him, felt strange to be doing everything on my own.

The year went on, and an opportunity popped up for a new television series 'I Want to Believe'. A Most Haunted typed show, but seemed to want to do a more thorough investigation of the supposed haunted locations. The ghost hunter Ted Thornby was to be part of it, so I was naturally drawn to it. I signed up for an open call/audition type thing, met the producer and spoke about myself and what I do, and a few days later I got an email saying that I had been chosen for the first group and that I would be involved in the pilot episode.

I decided to try and write a book, a piece of fiction, but taking bits and pieces from mine and my fathers life.

On December 19th, my father passed over. I have written about it in a previous post, so I won't drag on about it here, just say that it changed everything.

So, it's coming to the end of the year - about 11 hours from now, it will be 2009. Who knows what will happen? I might be on TV (if the show gets picked up) my book might get published, I might get a few more videos up on YouTube. Whatever happens - I'll be here, gibbering on.

I have a lot to thank to the online community. My online friends, who have supported me through good times and bad times and I hope I can give back to you with this blog, my videos and the CSOP.

Thank you.

Miles.


Below are my past videos.

British Museum Part 1.




British Museum Part 2




London

Dad

In the early hours of this morning i sat by my fathers hospital bed, i held his hand and said goodbye. At 04:32am on this morning of the 19th December 2008, he passed over to the other side, and i lost not only my father and my mentor, but i lost my best friend. Someone i could talk to about anything and looked forward to doing so. It seems weird to be writing about it so early after it has happened, but im sitting here in the hospital, waiting for other members of the family to arrive so we can arrange what will happen from here.

It was last night at around 10pm that he was suffering badly, he called me to his side and told me that he felt like it was time to give up, i begged him not to, i begged him to try and hold on, but he said that there was just too much pain. After he spoke his part, i could understand that he knew what was best, and from that moment on, i knew that these would be my final moments with him. He spent them telling me the story of when he had seen his father pass on in a not to dissimilar way, except they were at home when he passed. He then explained that in a small locked box, in my room, under one of the floor boards, i would find a small old notebook. In the notebook, i would find the words that he would say to me from the other side, should he try to contact me through a medium, it would also help prove if a medium is a real medium or just a conman.

After he told my mother that he would stop fighting, she knew better than to beg him to hold on, she's known him most of their lives and that once my father has made his mind up about something, there is very little that you can do to change it.

We sat either side of him in those last few hours, never looking at each other, looking at him instead, remembering the times that we have had, and i realized just how much i am going to miss him.

He closed his eyes and smiled a little smile as he realized it was time, he flat-lined and the doctor confirmed the time of death at 04:32am. I stayed for a moment, and then it finally kicked in. I must have cried for hours.

Christmas is coming up, i don't think it's going to be much of one for us this year. We don't know when the funeral will be, but probably not until January sometime.

I know that my father was proud of what i was achieving with the blog and the few video's that i had put up, and it was one of his wishes that i continued on with that, so i will do my best to do so.

The good and the bad

I've got a new investigation..its a private job, but the preliminary readings screams poltergeist, and from the interviews i did with the family, it seems like it may have to be one to be removed, but not before i can do some investigating, should be a good one.

A full begining report coming soon.

So, on to the bad news. My father is sick, very sick. He had another minor stroke last night. As i type this i am sitting next to him as he sleeps. I am a little worried now, he hasn't been the same for a few weeks, he has seemed very quiet. I've never had to watch someone so close to me go through so much pain.

I stopped writing the book for a bit, but i will get back to that soon - christmas is comming, need to spend time with the family.

Possibilities of the Future

So I'm in. I have heard back from Knuts and Bolts productions this week and the good news is that I'm in. I am excited, don't get me wrong. I've never really been one to go on mass group ghost hunts, but here was the chance to do a TV show that is a little different from others. It's not just people running around in the dark, screaming. It's a real investigation, with a ghost hunter that I respect, I'm not to sure about Medium Pieter Morgan, I've not heard much about him.

We haven't got dates yet when we will film, or the location, but we will find out soon. I'm not to sure yet who else has made the list - I know that, as we went as a group, Wesley and Carl are coming too, I hope to see some of the others there.

I need to start getting back into some major investigations, everything I've sort of started seems to quickly collapse, my father tells me not to worry, nine times out of ten, investigations will be over before they have even begun. The problem for me is that i need something to keep me going. I have considered joining a group - but I work so much better on my own. I have thought about starting a Tour group for haunted London, but there are so many, its not a viable option really.

The only thing that strikes a real chord with me, and my father too, is a Ghost Hunting school, online, and free. None of what I'm doing is to make money , sure there are donations from people whom i investigate their homes, but everything I'm doing is to really educate and let people understand the world beyond our own.

The book is going OK, at least, I think so. I'm no professional writer, but I am on 400 pages so far at the moment, if that's a lot I don't know. I don't even know what I'm going to be doing with it once it's finished - maybe sell it online? Self Publish?

Dad's doing OK, he's very sleepy a lot of the time, but really wants to get out with me soon, let's hope he'll be up for it.

My new investigation will start later this week and will hopefully be the last one of the year, I'll let you all know soon where it is. Also, there is a new video blog I have been meaning to upload, as soon as I have got that edited - it will go up too.

Thanks for the support I've got from all my friends online.

Love,

Miles