Why I Became a Ghost Seeker

Why I Became a Ghost Seeker: Josh Aust

The truth is, I believe we don’t always choose what we’re going to be …sometimes it chooses us.

I was only 5 years old when my experiences began. Floating stuffed animals and shadow figures haunted me. All the while, other unexplainable “things” would just happen in my presence.

One of the most profound moments at this young age is when I awoke one morning, shivering from a bitter cold feeling. I slowly opened my eyes to see the bright sun shining through the window over my bed. I remember wondering “Why am I so cold, it looks warm outside?” As I turned from looking out the window to try and find my missing blanket, I found myself speechless and unable to scream. My missing blanket was floating in front of me!! Unable to scream and frozen in horror, I just stared for several moments… Then when I could dig up the courage, I jumped out of my bed and flew down the stairs as fast as I could.

Finally, able to speak, I started screaming and searching for my mom. “Mom!” I yelled, “There is a ghost floating in my room!” As I tripped through the living room door, I found her asleep on our old antique sofa. When she finally answered me, she said “Josh! I have to keep my eyes closed, when I open them all I see is dead people’s heads on the walls.”

As a five-year-old little boy, this is not something I asked for, in fact, … I ran like hell. Experiences such as this, and many others, have paved my way as a paranormal researcher. There have been countless times, that I’ve sensed the presence of something or someone, felt a change in the way a room feels or even knowing things, that I should not. Oh, here’s a good one, how about being able to find things that others have lost or misplaced, people that I don’t even necessarily know. Through my life I’ve been told to disregard these situations, because, it’s all in my head or its all fake or it’s the work of the devil and even stop it, you sound crazy….

Five years ago, I believe it happened again, in a small town In Upstate New York called Hamilton. My wife and I were enjoying each other’s company over a warm cup of cappuccino while waiting for the live music to begin. It was a small quaint coffee shop where the seating was very tight. And though I was paying close attention to what my wife was saying, I couldn’t help partially overhearing the couple behind us state that they needed someone that was technically savvy to help with their group. With my curiosity peaked I turned around an introduced my wife and myself, and asked just what type of technology they needed help with. After a short conversation and exchanging of numbers I was invited to their book signing, for their first book, Haunted Mohawk Valley.

My task was to review evidence from the most recent investigations.  This was unfamiliar territory even for a guy with a history of computers, audio video and home automation. The ultimate goal was to help organize and create a searchable data base for all of the evidence, EVP’S, Pictures, videos etc…  So, in the beginning, even though I was on the investigations, I was supposed to be observing instead of interacting. But, what we quickly realized, is that I was very sensitive to what was going on in these investigations. I could feel things and see things that we could back up with our scientific instruments. So, I soon found myself, as a team member of one of the greatest paranormal research groups in the United States, The Ghost Seekers Of Central New York.

It has been my experience in life, that in most cases, you choose what you would like to be-able to achieve or become, but every once in a while, it chooses you….


Keep Seeking

Josh Aust


2 thoughts on “Why I Became a Ghost Seeker: Josh Aust”

  1. Yes, I totally agree with your idea “I believe we don’t always choose what we’re going to be …sometimes it chooses us.” It is called destiny. Wish that you are happy with this job – a valuable spiritual job!


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