In 1964, Lyndon B. Johnson was President, Martin Luther King received the Nobel Peace Prize and the Beatles were taking the world by storm. The first Ford Mustang was produced, gas was 30 cents a gallon, bread was a mere 21 cents a loaf, and the average cost of new house was $13,050.00; and all of this was bought by folks with an average yearly income of just $6,000.00.

Oh yeah, and I was born.

 

My name is Tim Doyon. I had an amazing mother named Sandy who gave birth to me on August 4th of 1964 in an Army hospital in Ft. Hood, Texas. Oddly enough, I was born on her birthday – Happy Birthday Mom! My Father was a Chief Warrant Officer in the U.S. Army and was soon shipped off to Vietnam, leaving my mom to take care of me and my three brothers; Mike, Jay and Jon. Dad was gone a lot over the years, fighting wars and doing military stuff. We moved around the country and went to more schools then I can remember, but soon my family went to live in Frankfurt, Germany, and I loved it there. It was an amazing culture full of awesome food. Bratwurst... Mmmm! Wienerschnitzel... Yummy! Along with the food, I also fell in love with many of their other traditions; such as the way they celebrate Christmas which is truly spectacular, and the way they drink their beer at Oktoberfest, (I still believe I saw my Mom dancing on one of the tables that year, but she insists it wasn't her)! Oh yeah, and I also learned that I really didn't much like the kinder-beer! That stuff was nasty!

 

While in Europe, I met people of all cultures and our family became very close to many of them, but the one that stood out the most was an old widowed woman that lived in one of the surrounding towns. We spent a lot of time with her. She took us out looking for fresh mushrooms to cook, and my brothers and I would go crazy finding them! She would scream, “My Lord, my Lord! Enough!” Haha... and we'd keep on going... come evening time, we would feast on the most amazing goulash you ever had! I don't remember her name after all these years, and I hate to keep referring to her as “she”, but SHE had an amazing overstuffed, incredibly high feather bed that we loved to play and sleep in! It was awesome! I honestly don't think I've ever slept better in my life then I did in that great big feather bed! On a slightly more macabre note, this lovely old woman also kept her husbands skull on her bookshelf, and she spent a little bit of time everyday with him. She told us about how it was only his body that died so many years ago, but that he was still with her; and you know what... we believed her.

 

It wasn't creepy at all knowing that his skull was sitting on the shelf, and in fact, it was quite the curiosity. She once let me hold the skull and study it, all the while smiling... as though she knew that he was okay with it. Little did she know back then that she was developing within that young boy, a life-long obsession with the paranormal.

 

In many other cultures, it is very common for people to refer to their deceased loved-ones in the present tense. In Germany, (and in most other countries for that matter), the existence of ghosts, spirits and other paranormal phenomenon is much more widely accepted then it is here in the United States, and in many foreign Universities, you can get an actual degree in Parapsychology and/or Paranormal Phenomenon (or their equivalents). Well, at least you could at the time.

 

 

When I was about 8 years old, I met another young boy and we became good friends. His father was a stage magician, and one day my friend took me to his home to meet his dad. His father was a fascinating man, and soon after meeting him, he took me to a warehouse where he stored all his illusions. It was a mesmerizing experience for which I have never forgotten. He showed me magic tricks of every shape, color and size. There were huge stage illusions like the metamorphosis trunk, the zig-zag lady, the guillotine and countless others. There were tricks and props too numerous to mention. To me, it was as though I had entered into the greatest theme park in the world. Before I left, he gave me my first trick... it was a miniature guillotine called the finger chopper. Put a finger in the hole, slam the blade down and after a bit of dramatic acting, I would pull my finger out completely unharmed. Soon thereafter, I was receiving magic tricks, kits and books for every birthday and under every Christmas tree. To this day, I have never given up on my love for magic, and I don't foresee that I ever will. Everyone that gets to know me, at some point, gets to witness my magic. It is something that I know well, and although I'm not the world's greatest magician by any means, I do okay.
 

 

In one of the books I received as a child, I learned how to perform an amazing trick. It described how one could take a finger-ring from a spectator and tie it on the end of a thread. Once done, you would have the person hold the loose end of the thread with the ring dangling down below and begin thinking of a male or female person. Simply by watching the motion of the ring, you would then reveal to the person that you knew exactly what they were thinking.

Later in life, I learned that the device is called a pendulum and what I was doing was called dowsing. Eventually, during my studies in parapsychology, I realized that the pendulum could be used for a lot more then just the male/female trick. In the right hands, it can be used to find water, gold, or practically any other item. It could also be used as a communication device between the dowser and his or her Spirit Guide, and/or practically any other spirit. I now use it regularly during our investigations in an attempt to find answers to many things, (e.g. is there a ghost or spirit in our presence? how old are they? male or female? when did they die? what is their name?). How it works, to this day I still do not know, but I know it works, and at times, the results are nothing short of astonishing.
 

Another thing I gained from my experience in magic (as far as it pertains to paranormal investigating), is my ability to debunk any number of perceived paranormal phenomenon. In other words, I have a unique insight that helps me to consider many different techniques for recreating any type of phenomenon we may experience. By eliminating or validating those possibilities, I can quickly figure out what may have actually caused the event to happen. For example; if I see a ball float across a room, I consider how I, as a magician, would be able to recreate the effect and then look for any signs of trickery. Sometimes I find it, and sometimes I don't. Only when the latter occurs will I consider the event an indication that something truly paranormal in nature has possibly occurred.

 

 

After living for several years in Germany, my mother decided to leave my dad and together, with my brothers, we went to live with my great-great-grandmother. There, we resided on a beautiful Island off the coast of Maine called Mount Desert Island. The town we lived in, (Northeast Harbor) was one of the most beautiful places you could ever imagine, but it was also one of the coldest places you could imagine too. Trust me, if you've never experienced the Northern winds blowing off the Atlantic Ocean, you don't want to. It was so cold, I remember my mom telling us that if we didn't walk home fast enough from school our shadows would freeze to the sidewalk! Bada-bing! Anyways, after a couple of years on the island, my Mom decided it was time for us to get our own place, so we packed up and we moved to Madison, Maine where I attended, and finally graduated, high school in 1982.

 

I couldn't believe that I survived high-school, but I did. I remember walking through the crowd of parents in my blue cap and gown, getting my diploma and finally joining my classmates in the ceremonial throwing of the caps in the air! Yeah! Before it hit the ground, however, a recruiter snatched me up and I was whisked off to the U.S. Navy, and after a few months of boot-camp hell, I began to learn what is was like to live on a big boat in the middle of the ocean. And I hated it. Truth be told, I got really really sea sick and puked on everything I could find; floors, trash cans, my bunk and even once an electric typewriter... the boatswains mate was so mad when he found it that he marched me to the side of the ship where he made me toss it overboard; all the while he stood by whistling Taps.

 

In 1988, I finally left the Navy and although my discharge was honorable, I believe they were as happy to see me go as I was to be going. I jumped in my Opel GT and headed out of town and began life anew as a civilian.

 

About 200 jobs later, I went to work for a trucking company in Oklahoma called CRST. The acronym stood for 'Cedar Rapids Steel Transport', but most truckers lovingly referred to us as things like, “Completely Rebuilt Schneider Trucks”, and “Caution Really Slow Trucks.”oh yeah, and my personal favorite, the 'Crash and Roll Stunt Team!” About 8 years of taking showers at truck stops, I decided to make a change and after a 6 month stint in Georgia, I returned to Oklahoma and went to work for Budweiser Beers. Been there ever since, and I love it.... well, most of the time anyways.

 

 

Like most people who become intrigued with the supernatural and decide to get involved in paranormal research, I have had a few experiences with the unexplained myself.

These events, which followed my experiences in Germany, caused me to begin a much more in-depth study of parapsychology and paranormal phenomenon. After a few years, I met my good friend Ron and joined his paranormal research team in central Oklahoma. All the while, I continued my studies and finally in March of 2008, I passed the exam and obtained my Certification in Parapsychology. I had a great time investigating with the PROS team for a couple of years, but in early 2009, I decided it was time to begin my own team. After a couple of months of planning and preparation, the FindersCreepers Paranormal Research Team of central Oklahoma was founded. We are not just a bunch of ghost hunters in Oklahoma. We are professional people from all walks of life that have dedicated ourselves to honest research of paranormal phenomena and total dedication to our clients.

 

Since it's beginning in 2009, the FindersCreepers team has grown to become one of the most active teams in the state of Oklahoma. Why? Well let me tell you:

If you've managed to read all this, I thank you. And I thank you for visiting our website. Please, check back often and don't ever hesitate to contact me if you need me!
 

Sincerely,
 

Tim Doyon, Founder & Director
FindersCreepers Paranormal Research Team of Oklahoma