This is truly the dawning of the Age of Necromancy! Thanks to Lisa Lee Harp Waugh the ancient art of Necromancy (Calling up the ghosts, spirits and entities of the dead to openly question them.) has exploded into the mainstream, and her name is suddenly connected to a veritable flood of appearances, and interviews world wide.

You never know where she might turn up. Australia, London, Paris, Scotland, Rome. Or from standing taking a photo at the Great wall of China, riding a camel named Nero around the Great Pyramids in Egypt to trekking through the jungles to some lost Mayan world. She has been spotted in recent times criss crossing the globe. From Texas to watching this years great Solar eclipse in Tibet. She always on the go. But I personally tracked her down just for a nice sit and chat interview.

The Real Truth About Lisa Lee Harp Waugh

From her beautiful large home in the 5th ward of Houston Lisa calls up spirits and real ghosts to communicate with. She speaks to them almost everyday. Her busy schedule and travel to the four corners of the world. This is usually more so then not. Her many international excursions are all paranormal investigation related. But it is not the locations she is investigating it is because groups investigate her.

Ever the world traveler of this one and the next. Lisa Lee as she likes to be called, is often investigated by those who want to to experience what she and her practices are all about. She relates what she does to being similar to the old Victorian spirit Séance from the past. Except no actual ritual is performed except Lisa lee puffing on a few cigarettes before she sits herself in a comfortable chair.

While sitting in a dim lit room Lisa Lee calls upon the dead to come and visit. Sitting very still, in a trancelike state, frozen in a chair for over 45- minutes to an hour. All those around her use high tech equipment to record and document the ghosts that appear on the scene when she is present.

Lisa lee does not perform her Necromantic rituals for the public or the groups. The practice of Necromancy, she tells as these modern day Séance's take place. Are more intimate and personal. If your lucky of course and happen to be a guest at her Houston compound she might allow you into her mirrored ghost room. The psychomanteum (sometimes spelled as psychomantium, and often called "mirror gazing") is a large completely mirrored room that she had designed special just for her magnificent home.

In her large fifth Ward this strange room where all is mirrored including the floor, ceiling and all the walls and Door. The room has no windows and is 20 x 20 feet. This is a room where Waugh talks to the dead freely and says it is like being inside a large crystal ball in real life. Waugh considers her room a therapeutic tool to heal ones deep grief and bring insight for you travel the astral when you go into the rooms trance state.

Waugh always enters the room sky clad (completely nude) except with a white hand made 18th century lace veil over her head. Armed only with only a single black sweet thick smelling, black arts candle, which she makes personally by hand. She then enters backwards and lies naked upon the cold slick glass floor and gazes at the dark reflections around her. " This is when after a few moments I enter the real spirit world and they communicate with me." Said Waugh.

"Many think still today that necromancy is the foulest evil darkest form of Black Devil magic that anyone could ever practice." Said Lisa Lee in a candid interview on a radio station in Australia, June 2009. This wretched tainted stigma goes back to those that summoned up infernal spirits from hell and the netherworld. And I work only in the light she told the host. God is My God and I do not deal with evil demons or mischievous spirits to do my bidding.

Scrying for the dead, says Waugh, can be an auto-deepening trance process that progresses in stages using tools such as a crystal ball, or other medium such as her crystal skull or a large mouthed chalice of black india ink mixed with three drops of your own blood.

Initially, the Ball or Black Ink serves as a focus for the attention, removing unwanted thoughts from the mind in the same way as a mantra. Once this is achieved, the scryer begins a free association with the perceived images suggested, for instance in a crystal ball, by the tiny inclusions, web-like faults and/or the cloudy glow within the ball under low light (i.e. candlelight).

The technique of deliberately looking for and declaring these initial images aloud, however trivial or irrelevant they may seem to the conscious mind, is done with the intent of deepening the trance state, wherein the scryer hears their own disassociated voice affirming what is seen within the concentrated state in a kind of feedback loop.

This process culminates in the achievement of a final and desired end stage in which visual images and dramatic stories seem to be projected within the mind's eye of the scryer, like an inner movie. This overall process reputedly allows the scryer to "see" relevant events or images within the Ball itself.

Scrying has been used for thousands of years by different cultures. Ancient Egypt used scrying in their Initiations. This included water scrying, dream scrying, oil scrying, and mirror scrying. One legend states that the goddess Hathor carried a shield that could reflect back all things in their true light. From this shield she allegedly fashioned the first magic mirror to "see.

When you communicate with the dead as Waugh does you have to realize a few things before you accept the answers or images that you see. "Spirits sometimes lie." says Waugh, "The truth is out there but so or deceptions, misinformation and ghosts that would not the truth if hit them in the face with a shovel full of horse shit."

Seeing Is Believing! In her own words....

When you first meet Lisa Lee Harp Waugh you might be taken back by how normal she really is. This delightful Necromancer is a character by all means. The lady loves to laugh and her laughter is more then just contagious it's infectious.

She can be serious as as she needs to be but still know well of how to make a point by telling a joke. I found in interviewing her at length that the this lady is the real deal. She openly admits to a short stint in prison once. And that she says was because she was actually possessed by the ghost of Charles Ponzi. But that's' another story that she is saving for her memoirs

Recently I have received many curious emails' and long phone calls from beginner as well as many experts in the field of Paranormal research. And many all filled with the same burning specific questions: "What do we look like to real ghosts? Do they see us, hear us, smell us and know we the living are here? tells Waugh.

The answer is yes to all.

Ghosts do see us, but, not all react the same to what they see.

The reason for this is, just as we see ghosts as orbs. shades and dark fleeting shadows they see us completely different. I mean we don't look like us. Nor do we even look like what we see as we look out of our own eyes at this moment.

A ghost by the name of Francesca explained to me in some length a long time ago that many ghosts are actually frightened when they come across any living being. Be it animal mammal or fish or fowl. Yes they see it, and experience it, but do not recognize it as such. They see us people in the same strange ignorant supernatural light we see them.

Her actual statements intrigued me deeply.

I guess I was at that time in my Necromancer career when I really need something to make me deeper dig for answers. But to understand it all you have to realize how ?and when I began to use the powers of Necromancy and tell the world that I could communicate with the dead openly.

With all your kindness I hope your opinions of me does not drastically change after reading this article to one of negative energy's. I always tell the truth no matter, so help me God.

I grew up on the surface as an all American teenagers in Marshall, Texas. Cutting my teeth listening and loving Aerosmith, suffering from gigantomastia.

I know what I mean by as everything you do in life from hunting for real ghosts, to being haunted by them. We know that there is a very real clear point and difference between the very two . And of course that's actually when, and where the novelty just seems to wear off. This will happen to you believe me. No matter if you hunt for spooks or poltergeist there will come a time when no matter how intense it is, it becomes really too routine. (Can you ever imagine getting use to ghosts brutally beating you while you sleep? "I really did!" My childhood was one haunted experience to another. I was always caught as they say : "Right Betwixt (between) the old Texas fiery red devil and the deep blue cold as ice sea!"

I explored Haunted houses and searched for ghosts in al the wrong places. I was doing all the wrong things in trying to find them. Most often as I have stated very many times, they the dead, were in truth hunting just for me. Just imagine my religious background and especially being an only child growing up in Marshall, Texas. And certainly the 1960's was no place for a really and truly haunted child to be raised.

I guess I always saw ghosts. Strange shapes in black and white crossing the great divide. The Rivers and highways of Longview and Shreveport, their fast deep running creeks, scary black bayou's and the many tranquil haunted lakes would often give up their dead for me to feast my eyes upon.

I studied the books of the time reading Hans Holzers writings, and those of anything and everything that told of the cold visitors from beyond the grave. But I always wondered what or how ghosts really saw us. I mean I know how I saw them but I noticed as I watched them, and studied them. Of how they reacted to the living world around them. With my dear lost friend and kindred soul , Kerry Von Erich The great American, Texan Wrestler I hunted for ghosts and played with the Ouija. Together we investigated the with a pendulum the urban legends and hunted for real ghosts at all the cemeteries in town and where murders and suicides had occurred.

But in all my whole life Kerry was the only person who knew my obsession with the dead. You see I thought I did not fit in to what was normal. Certainly I experienced the paranormal as if it was, but , I was afraid because I knew others did not. Opening up to the Texas Tornado wasn't easy. But if you ever had looked into his deep blue eyes you would know as I knew. The Kerry back then... you'd know he knew allot about death and the afterlife.

My life at Marshall High school, I was friends with Debbie Robinson, Robert Hammers and Katie Fields all came to haunt me after their very untimely demises.

Perry Bon who was a close personal and friend of many years was only the second person I ever almost told about ghosts. He and I were the closest of friends. But the wretched lost tortured ghost of his dear mother kept pushing me to leave him. She told me many times that I was not to be friends with her son and she would do everything and anything to make this so. I asked her the reason and she simply said. He has much he must learn and with you in his life he will learn nothing.

Her ghost did what it did to me and his relationship, and to this day we do not speak.

Chad Dixon his cousin and I were very dear friends also. I would go to a the local cemetery all the time around 3 am or later just to watch the wet red dawn rise as he would slept peacefully on his step fathers cold grave.

His Stepfathers ghost then began to haunt me day and night. But as I never told Perry I also never told Chad. His fathers ghosts told me many times that he wanted his step son to be in Oklahoma for the rest of his life. And that If I was his friend would not go there. I was told by the ghost that he must be there always with out me. Strange things seemed to happen fast and suddenly he was gone from my life.

I began to think that I would never be happy always lost void of friends because of this ghost curse upon me.

I also very well knew Johnny Cruse I called him "Grasshopper". Because he was a close personal friend of the great Chuck Norris. And thought I saw the great ghost of Bruce Lee his self around Mr. Norris. I told no one until now as you read this of this occurrence.

With my dear friend Kerry we explored the haunted house where Lady bird Johnson was born. And this the little lost girls ghost of the great Taylor House, who made her nightly appearance, as she rose from the ashes of the old large grand fireplace.

I also was often plagued and tormented by the Caddo Lake ghost. More then often these ghouls and lost souls followed me to the Hardware store where I worked. Always tugging at my nice pressed clothes.

After visiting the The Flyi N' fish Bar on Caddo Lake. After hearing all the ghost filled stories of a ghost filled steamboat carrying passengers to Jefferson from New Orleans. I had to see for myself. so as many did not see or know ?i was in truth practicing my many midnight rituals of Necromancy. But little did I really know over time that I was being stalked by a real ghost.

I went to work at a local credit union in 1987 then federal prison. And that's when I became aware that I was possessed by the ghosts of charles Ponzi!

"Charles Ponzi's Ghost!" ...AND I WAS DRIVEN TO COMMITING A FEDERAL CRIME!

Charles Ponzi [Born: 1882; Died: 1949

Charles Ponzi one of the greatest swindlers in American history. His aliases include Charles Ponei, Charles P. Bianchi, Carl and Carlo. The term "Ponzi scheme" is a widely known description of any scam that pays early investors returns from the investments of later investors. He promised clients a 50% profit within 45 days, or 100% profit within 90 days, by buying discounted postal reply coupons in other countries and redeeming them at face value in the United States as a form of arbitrage. Ponzi was probably inspired by the scheme of William F. Miller, a Brooklyn bookkeeper who in 1899 used the same pyramid scheme to take in $1 million.

Ponzi, an Italian immigrant to the United States became one of the most famous con men in American history. While many people do not know the name Ponzi, the Ponzi Scheme is extremely well known and continues today in Internet Make Money Fast schemes. His early life is not entirely known as he was prone to fabricate stories about it. What is known is that he spent a short amount of time at University in Rome and, after dropping out, caught a boat to Boston, USA where he arrived with $2.50 in his pocket.

His early years in the United States were troublesome. He began working at a restaurant but was soon fired for playing tricks with the bills and shortchanging customers. His next job was working in a bank in Canada that catered to Italian immigrants. His knowledge of numbers helped him to do very well there. Unfortunately it turned out that the owner of the bank was stealing money from newly opened savings accounts to pay the interest on the interest bearing accounts and to cover bad investments. The bank owner eventually fled to Mexico and left Ponzi without a job. After writing a fraudulent cheque and spending a number of years in prison, Ponzi determined to become wealthy at any cost.

Once he had settled in to life on the outside, he discovered postal reply coupons through a letter that was sent to him from abroad. He realized that he could buy foreign coupons at massively devalued prices (because of price fixing after the war) and then resell them in the United States for a 400% profit. This was a form of arbitrage and it was legal. Ponzi began canvasses friends and acquaintances for money – promising them a 50% return or a doubling of their money in 90 days. He started his own company, the Securities Exchange Company, to promote the scheme.

The word of this great investment quickly spread and before long Ponzi was living in a luxurious mansion. He was bringing in cash at a fantastic rate, but the simplest financial analysis showed that he wasn’t making money, he was losing it rapidly. For every dollar he took in, he went more deeply into debt. As long as money kept flowing in, Ponzi would stay ahead of the eventual collapse.

People soon began to become suspicious and the press were starting to publish negative articles about him. Inevitably people were starting to demand their money. Shortly after, federal agents raided his office and shut it down. No stock of stamps was found and everyone that had invested their money with Ponzi lost every penny. It is probably that he lost tens of millions of dollars. Ponzi plead guilty of mail fraud and was sent to prison. After one escape he was returned to jail to complete his sentence. He was eventually deported back to Italy and he died there in poverty in 1949.

Ponzi spent the last years of his life in poverty, working occasionally as a translator. His health suffered. A heart attack in 1941 left him considerably weakened. His eyesight began failing, and by 1948, he was almost completely blind. A brain hemorrhage paralyzed his right leg and arm. He died in a charity hospital in Rio de Janeiro on January 18, 1949.

In the hospital, Ponzi granted one last interview to an American reporter, telling him, "Even if they never got anything for it, it was cheap at that price. Without malice aforethought I had given them the best show that was ever staged in their territory since the landing of the Pilgrims! It was easily worth fifteen million bucks to watch me put the thing over." He also admitted, after years of maintaining his innocence, that he'd engaged in a swindle.

Ponzi ghost made me do many things from 1987 - 1991. He controlled me and used me as his tool. Part of me fought him consciously the other gave in willingly. I first became controlled by him in July of 1987 when I vacationed with my ex- husband in Nassau on a cruise, and this when his evil ghost took hold of my poor soul. It was on the actual Island When I went to a market to buy perfume and after skin diving is when I began to feel strange.

I am in thinking back at this in remembrance and I am so glad I was not pregnant at the time. For I well know he would have been born as that child. As for I felt as he stumbled, trampled and dug as he methodically searched through my womb for a place to live. In seeing that I was barren he then moved to my brain where he took hold with the ferocity of a mental dead genius rapist set free. I was at his mercy and my mind went blank for many months.

At times I could see the world my child my husband parents and friends as a haze of color and light. for I actually saw the world through the eyes of a dead man.

I was sentenced in 1990 but had no clue of the actual happening until I was in the federal penitentiary in Anderson West Virginia and a fellow inmate Evelyn Royal from Metairie, Louisiana told me I was possessed. She said she could see me under the skin of a mans ghost called Ponzi.

I became semi aware but it was not until I was transferred to Oklahoma city County Jail where I met Sharon Berry aka "Cigarette" as she was so nick named. My dear close friend now departed soul friend "Cigarette"was a psychic medium and exorcist from Portland Oregon who also in her spare time robbed banks and was a well known prostitute in the area for many years. She would travel from Portland to Marshall, Texas quite often to help me in later years be free of his grip on me completely.

What I have failed to tell you at this point is I was actually not aware that I had committed a crime nor where e I was or what was going on. I actually remember none of the crime or sentencing or jail time until "Cigarette" set me free of the ghost. We were both transferred to Bryan, Texas where she freed me of his ghosts.

Through all of this I purely learned it is not how the dead see us or we them. It is how we see our selves. It doesn't matter if others see us as criminals, frauds or fakes. as long as you know what you do is for real and you know yourself that is all that matters.

I have hurt my self an other over the years by hiding from who I was and what I could do and experience. I shut out the world. Closed the door and tried to bury the ghost of my past. But hey I am only human. I do as we all do make mistakes. But you have to move on, bare you battle scars. And that I learned from observing the dead. States Waugh, with tears of remorse in her eyes, rolling softly down her cheeks.

From being possessed by Charles Ponzi I know several things. I know that was his name. And Know I know what ever he did cost me my life my marriage my child. I actually feel that Charles Ponzi 's ghost from the other side has some how also possessed the likes of Bernard Madoff. If it's true I hope he gets the help he needs.

"I am a firm believer today that criminals and fiends come back looking for a suitable body to steal." Said Waugh.

Of Ghosts and Strange Feelings

Lisa Lee Harp Waugh displays her contact with ghost even while she was pregnant. This Anomalous Ghost Photo was taken as Waugh told those present that a a ghost was standing before her at her baby shower 1984.

If you would ever happen to meet the wonderful Lisa Lee Harp Waugh. Be very excited. Because I now she will be truly excited to meet you. She doesn't pull any punches and she says her life is an open book. As this big heart Texas legend will surely put a smile on your face.

Waugh is a natural when it comes to being honest and friendly. She will also tell you tales that might curl your hair. In fact actual rue tales of the dead and those things that go bump in the night that frighten us to the bone.

Waugh collects things too. From haunted items that fill the long halls and are finely displayed in various rooms. To collecting new friends as she goes along in life.

"Well they can pick my bones and smear my good name when I am Alive." " When your a Necromancer everyone makes you a target." Chuckles Waugh. " I believe what I believe!" " I see What I see." and I think I am perfectly at ease with all in my life."

I get many emails from people all the time. They also tell me many haunted tales of possessed individuals and encounters that they barely got out of with ...their lives.

Yes Ghost Hunting, Necromancy and just plain living can be and is a very dangerous hobby. From getting shot at. Arrested, hurt disfigured from stumbling in the dark grounds of a real haunted cemetery. To causing mental distraught in one's own life, or worse you are someone you personally know getting ghost or demon possessed.

I get emails from many people who are beyond their true wits And from being there once I know exactly where they are coming from she tells. They are haunted to an extreme level and are often afraid to seek any future help because all the investigations and help they have gotten has in some way made the poor pitiful haunted situation worse.

Be it is the fact that too many individuals who hunt for ghosts are just not capable or knowledgeable of how haunting's effect each person differently. And maybe because the ghosts are very often fighting back.

About Paul Gene Robinson

Robinson is a Freelance writer who loves to interview and explore the world of the paranormal and all those that live in it.