Q: Do you have an opinion about the state of ghost hunting shows on TV? Are they good or bad for the field of investigation?
Alexandra: Oy veh, this question [laughs]. Okay, let me see how I can delicately answer this one because, again, here is where some may presume why I say what I say is out of spite or jealousy, but I cannot worry about that, can I? In my honest opinion, from what I see, hear, and have experienced, anything that is put out there to bring about awareness in a positive light is a good thing. However, the opposite of that occurs as well. I feel that they are both good and bad for the field, and I definitely feel nothing comes close to the real field on television these days at all. Even a more historical documentary on the field would yield far better information and interest than what's deemed “the field of investigation” being portrayed these days.
Have things changed? Absolutely. They are supposed to. It's called evolution and that includes the study of the paranormal. But how one goes about it or to grab their fifteen minutes of fame is another story. I get crucified for continuing – and have continued for decades – my family’s lineage, ideals, and theories, yet somehow it's okay for a person to be cast [on a TV show] who was a former actor or model, or just a lucky YouTuber to be on a show that depicts more than “the field.”
It's just not a comparable conversation at the end of the day. [Paranormal] shows of today have their own category, and reality television has cultivated a different following, garnering what many think is the field. In reality, it’s not. Okay, here comes the hate mail.
Q: Not from me. I agree completely. I have been approached for TV shows as well, but I feel that there would be too much compromise. You’d have to be willing to go along with their staged “discoveries” for the sake of the show’s entertainment value.
You have many years of investigation ahead of you. What do you think (or hope) the future of paranormal investigation will be?
Alexandra: I do? Oh, yes I do! Seriously, it is my hope that with all the new technology we do not forget some of the older techniques that still play an active and important role today. I am part of that movement, and that’s why you don't see me backing down or giving up the soap box rants and raves.
I also hope more like-minded people will embrace the theory of life after death and see that we are only a small part of a larger picture. As a whole, we are a puzzle that has no beginning and no end. I see ourselves floating about the center of greatness. I also see that we destroy this greatness, and my fear is that as a result of that action will do ourselves in.
Respect for our dead and respect for those who came before must be understood as we learn about our presidents and forefathers throughout history. It is my hope that the younger generation will look to digest this. Go forward with the clear and kind intent to long for knowledge of what is larger than us all. To comprehend in this field, we are all truly one, no matter how many television shows you've appeared on or pictures taken with “celebs.” You put your sock on one leg at a time, just like everyone else – unless, of course, you're a humanoid, in which case I have no clue what they wear! Probably naked, like me as a kid!
Q: Can you tell us something about your most frightening or significant paranormal experience?
Alexandra: It's not so much that I have one in particular that would be so frightening. It’s more that it is significant because it showed me that life does exist from beyond. Believe it or not, with all my haunted happenings as a child, all my premonitions and experiences of ghosts sitting on me, walking past my living room, stories told, cases abound in my face, my late aunt's death began that significance.
She opened up my ears, literally, as I heard her speaking to me after she passed. I had a hard time with her loss as we really didn't lose many as I was getting older. That died down. Sorry, bad pun. I couldn't wrap my brain around her being gone. I wanted, no, I needed to know where she had gone. After that experience, which went on for over a year, she told me it was time for her to go in deeper and she would no longer be visiting me.
I was crushed. I would chat with her as the kids were in school, baby at home, and a couple of dogs hanging about. It became normal for me to meditate and then hear her as she spoke of what she was doing and so forth. She told me that there is someone in charge, and that if she felt to be a dew drop one time, she could. She also mimicked eating breakfast. One day, I said jokingly, "Do you want me to make you something and leave it out?" I know, I know... but even having my own children, I am still very much youthful in mind and heart. I just wanted it to be real for her to come down here and sit for a while.
Teleportation for spirits is a needed device and product, I feel. In any event, my aunt said that was okay and that she just had enjoyed her cup of tea and toast with orange marmalade, a meal she'd enjoy often in life with her husband. I didn't know this. I told her husband about this conversation and he was silent. After what seemed like an hour, he answered me, telling me how she ate this with him before going to work. She was a graphics designer for Newsweek and an avid runner, doing the New York Marathon and such. She continued this until she lost her battle to a rare form of lymphoma, where the tumor began to grow on the outside of her leg. This was a huge blow to the family, and began a series where we began to lose family members. Father, then Nana, and on it went.
I have dreams and they’re sitting in a room that I sort of recognize, but it's not quite the room one would be in for a sit-down conversation. After father passed, he came to me three days later as this death... well, let's just say I have yet to grieve or let out his ashes. I cannot bring myself to do it. And with this field blowing up due to cookie-cutter formatted shows, it’s even harder for me because he was the real deal. His life meant something grand and stood for so much. He was a rare bird, not to be imitated in any form, as I believe that was the design of the higher-ups.
In death, my father shows me life. That's where I am up to right now. I have no idea what the next chapter will be, but I am following my intuition, gut, and passions, regardless of the nay-sayers or believers. I wear horse blinders to navigate through that sort of muck and listen to father and my guides on a daily basis. And it ain’t easy! But it is a necessary evil for me to survive this crazy life path for which I know many just cannot comprehend. I am on an island and looking out for my rescue vessel. Until then, "onward and forward," as father would say, as well as, "Don't take any sh** from someone who doesn't know their sh**!"
Alexandra Holzer is the author of Growing Up Haunted: A Ghostly Memoir and Lady Ambrosia: Secret Past Revealed. You can learn more about Alexandra, her investigations and projects at: http://www.alexandraholzer.com/