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For some people, cemeteries are places to avoid. We all know that eventually someday we will end up in one so why push our luck, right? If you can get past what they signify, they really can be great places to walk around, getting to know your local history. If you are like Michael and me, we are always hoping for an orb to fly by or for a misty image to come around a headstone and say hello.
Just recently, we visited Lone Fir Cemetery in Portland and were completely blown away by its massive trees and beauty that spans 31 acres. It was established in 1855 and is considered one of the oldest cemeteries in Portland. Its massive size is a feast for the eyes and walk-ways a great way to exercise or walk off lunch. We consider it one of the most beautiful cemeteries we have ever been to.
As an Empath, I can sense the emotions of people who passed on and because of this; I am always on the lookout for those silent words whispered in my ear by a voice from long ago or the wind echoing hundreds of voices, swirling past me, giving me goosebumps. Whether I hear one voice or many, they all have one thing in common, they want to be heard.
Most people don’t see cemeteries as dark and scary places … in the day time, but even Michael and I have to admit, the hairs on the back of our necks stand up once the sun goes down and the shadows become swallowed up by the all-consuming night. Horror flicks such as Pet Cemetery or The Graveyard don’t help any because they tend to push peoples imagination into overdrive, even ours.
As paranormal researchers, we have to keep our own imaginations in check. In some strange way, it always feels like we are visiting someone’s home away from home. For example, when I walk over a grave, I apologize, because it only seems right. Sometimes I will get real intense feelings in my chest all the way down to my legs as if someone is trying to make me stop. In these moments, I try to calm my mind and listen. Sometimes their voices are mixed in with background noises so they aren’t always easy to hear.
At an isolated cemetery, we visited in New Mexico, I heard a woman tell me that she died of consumption. I guess this was a common word used in the early part of the 1900s to explain the wasting away of the body. It’s connected to tuberculosis but before that, I think it was a layman’s term to describe the disease in general.
Its Michael here, I must interject one thing, when this happened a few years ago; Rainbow came to me and asked me what the word consumption meant. I asked her why and she said that as she walked by a grave, she heard someone whisper this word in her ear. What I find interesting here is the fact that Rainbow hadn’t heard this word before or knew what it meant. This for me was a confirmation that Rainbow had made contact.
The word’s meaning was a bit chilling to me and fitting especially when heard specifically at a cemetery. I often wonder about people’s attachment to their bodies. Do they follow the light or do they stay around in a confused state? Would you stay around to see what happens to your body?
At Lone Fir Cemetery, I didn’t get an isolated voice directly speaking to me, more so muffled sounds that seemed to come from the graves themselves. Think of a low-frequency echo in your head with multiple voices coming at you all at once. It’s something I never get used to.
We intend to go back to Lone Fir cemetery not only because it’s a great walk in a beautiful setting but because of its history. Besides, who knows, we might come across whispered stories of forgotten times or misty images waiting to be photographed. No matter what, Michael and I are always ready for contact.
Happy and safe adventures,
Mike and Rainbow
For the most part, Michael and I are usually on the same page regarding our projects, interests and ideas. Every once in a while, we don’t agree, which makes life interesting. So last week’s post, written by Michael wasn’t something I totally agreed with. Here’s my take on this subject.
Since I’m an Empath, throughout my life I have had disembodied spirits talk to me besides other beings of different intents and places. Most of the time, I don’t go looking for them, they come looking for me. As a kid I was scared to death, as a teeny bopper, I was annoyed and as a young adult I just wanted to be like my friends, oblivious to anything outside of school and boys.
Time doesn’t exist outside of our last breath; at least this is what was told to me by spirits, ghosts and a few goblins. It’s a comfort, kind of like leaving the lights on at night but outside of our existence, it’s not necessary.
Ghosts become the end result of their lives, whether they be short, long or in the middle. Painful deaths, wrongful deaths and long and tortuous deaths can change the outcome of where we go as humans in the afterlife. And sometimes, people just don’t want to leave. The attachment to a person or a place is so great, that they are bound to the emotional attachment of their memories. Love is a strong bond that holds no bounds.
Residual hauntings are a different story; they are a replaying of emotional trauma intentional or accidental. A car crash, catastrophic circumstances, heart attack or whatever can ail the human body. Shock and awe can saturate a place within seconds and leave a residue of unrequited answers lingering for eons.
Unconsecrated ground brought forth from ceremonies, unholy or untimely deaths can create such a outburst of emotional repulsion and distress that, that very moment in time is imprinted forever. To be within this energy is unhealthy and for anything to linger within its effluence can create a crack within the parameter of existence for ghosts and humans alike.
Whatever can bring about confusion and denial, usually holds the human spirit here. It’s a tough realization to comprehend that the human body is no longer a part of life, that the things that most of us take for granted … are gone for good. When death enters the picture, there are no second chances. The door is closed, at least for the human to human contact we live with day in and day out.
But let’s take this a step further, imagine, using other abilities to communicate to loved ones, that weren’t used while you were alive. What is death, really? It takes away the body only, but not who we are as sentient beings. The ghostly others, have communicated with me throughout my life, so this does happen, this “different” way of communicating.
What if there are other ways to communicate that we unfortunately don’t use while we are alive like telepathy, mind over matter and levitation. It seems through stories and recounted events, that shocking circumstances can prompt the use of these abilities. Why is it that people who come so close to death or perhaps die for minutes, bring back these abilities with them?
To me, ghosts are reminders that life continues on and if they can relay to me what lies beyond the life I know, I am more than willing to talk to them.
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I am thinking there are Ghosts the exist among us, I believe I saw a statistic that said about 60% of the US Population believe in Ghosts. But only a small percentage of them actually have seen, felt or seen evidence of them. Some of the typical happenings that bring ghosts into the possible reality are the following; if you witness doors and cupboards opening and closing by themselves, seeing Owls before and after a death of a close friend or family member, electronics turning on and off on their own, items from loved ones who have passed on, showing up. Pets staring at apparently nothing. Finally, seeing something from out of the corner of your eye. And the rarest event is actually seeing a ghost, apparition, or spirits.
Last week, we saw the movie ” A Ghost Story “, it was not a blockbuster hit but it got me thinking about what ghosts are thinking? In the movie, the ghost says nothing, except for a few lines to another ghost, telepathically. Throughout the movie, the Ghost stands and observes the people around him, occupying the space he once lived in.
I do believe Spirits get attached to places they have a powerful connection to. I think it’s something like an electromagnetic field that they can’t break free from until something satisfies a need and cuts off a positive or negative polarity. In this movie, the draw of attachment, was a simple note in a crack of a door frame that his girlfriend had written and put in the crack, for him to see. I don’t believe she knew he was there but only hoped he was and hope is a powerful force that creates a binding polarity. Once he read the note the polarity was broken and he was released to go where he could create his new adventure.
So the lesson here is to the living, don’t create a field of holding on – let them GO.
Ghosts don’t think, they only wait.
Sleep tight — Life is forever, but time here on earth is a quick passing.
Once that door slammed shut and I knew I didn’t do it, my legs pretty much tried to outrun me and get through the front door of the house. For a minute there, I thought I was in a bad dream because I felt like I couldn’t keep up with myself. It did a number on my self confidence and I was even more terrified of that room than ever before. Kelly thought it odd that the door slammed shut since the windows were closed (It was Fall by this time) and there was no draft.
He walked into the room and felt how cold it was and to this day I believe he saw something in there because it wasn’t too long after that … we moved! I’m talking maybe two weeks.
I did find it funny that he didn’t want to talk about that room. After his little visit, the room was off limits which included conversations. The day we left I felt a ton of bricks had been lifted off my shoulders. Kelly put his foot on the gas and we never looked back.
After many years, I have wondered why I felt I couldn’t deal with that spirit or whatever was in that room. I had seen spirits most of my childhood and I found an odd comfort with them, pretty much acquiescing to them being a fact of life for me. But I will tell you this, I did feel that whatever was in that room, at times was trying to high-jack my body. I was obviously too young and in the early stages of my apprenticeship into the Medicine Way. I don’t think I could have come out of that situation unscathed. I shudder to think what could have happened if I had tried to take it on.
Kelly being a Medicine man walked away from that situation because something unnatural and dark happened at that house and it was not our battle to fight. Fighting unknown entities without full knowledge of circumstances can be deadly and life threatening for all involved. Sometimes being a good Medicine man or woman is to realize that you don’t have to take on everything undesirable that comes your way.
One thing I did sense back then and to this day would state as fact, is that a Ouija board was used in that house. They are the unveiling and invitation to dark and unforgiving spirits and once these undesirables are invited in, they never leave even if the house sells or like in our case, is for rent. People unfortunately do stupid things when loved ones die and the most undesirable example of this is the Ouija board.
This was a great lesson that I learned at a young age, never walk into a home that doesn’t feel right. If it can’t be helped or put off, keep your guard up and call your angels and guardians to come and surround you. Focus on the strength of your convictions and become as resolute as your protection. Doubt and fear is the two things that come between people and their faith. Becoming a warrior not only for yourself but for humanity, is knowing that your armor is impenetrable.
I can become my own haunted story if I’m not careful. This means that a day can’t go by without me acknowledging the help that I get from so many Divine Beings, ghostly friends and hairy Cryptids. Sometimes as I get older it’s nice to see the friends I’ve made along the way even if they are for my eyes only.
As I look back, I sure wish Loekey, my Sasquatch friend would have been with me that fateful day so many years ago when I went into that bedroom. Maybe it wasn’t my fight but as Dimensional Beings go, Loekey would have made sure the outcome would have been in my favor. Now, this doesn’t mean I push my luck, but I sure do smile knowing who has my back.
Being a Sci-fi fan and paranormal enthusiast, it’s common a few evenings out of the week, for me to watch Ghost Adventures, Dead Files etc. to get my weekly fix of high strangeness. One evening I was watching the Ghost Adventure guys and to my surprise, they were in Santaquin, Utah filming at a family restaurant. I checked out where the town Santaquin was located from where Michael and I live and it was a short distance away, under an hour.
I enthusiastically told Michael about Leslie’s Family Tree Restaurant and we decided to head out and visit it the following weekend. I called the restaurant to let them know we would be coming and as luck would have it, Leslie the restaurant owner answered the phone. She was a real sweetheart and down to earth kind of gal. We talked a short while and she even told me a few stories of her own experiences. But before I get into the actual haunting and experiences, let me give you some history of the town.
Santaquin was settled in 1851 by Mormon pioneers. There was a war called the Walker war that lasted from 1853-1854. The war started with a confrontation with James Walker Ivie which resulted in the death of several Timpanogos (also known as Ute) tribe members. It had to do with trade interruptions and hostilities between the Mormons and the Native Americans. There were raids and each side retaliated which resulted in the loss of life on both sides. Santaquin was at first named, Summit City but was later renamed in 1856 in honor of the son of Guffich, a local native chieftain friendly to the settlers.
Interestingly enough, the deaths and burial ground of some of the Ute Indians is part of the hauntings of the restaurant since it was supposedly built on a Native American burial ground. But there are other ghosts who for some reason or another have decided to stay within the restaurants familiar walls as well.
Leslie told me about a ghost with a sense of humor who was behind her and said, “Boo!”
She laughed at that one and she also saw a little girl who was emphatically talking to her. It seems as if Leslie is seen as a motherly figure and I can also see that they acknowledge her as the matriarch of the restaurant. Smart ghosts.
When Michael and I arrived at the restaurant we were greeted by friendly smiles and as we looked around the large room, it was evident by the many photos on the wall that Leslie and her family were leaving a legacy all their own. It was a warm and friendly place but you could feel something, almost like eyes upon you. It could have been all the photos on the wall or maybe some patrons of long ago.
We let some of the wait-staff know we were paranormal investigators and they enthusiastically started talking to us about their experiences. Charlotte, Leslie’s granddaughter came over and volunteered to give us a tour after our meal. I must add here that we really enjoyed our meal. They are known far and wide for their scones and they did not disappoint. Think of them as sopapillas but better!! Their honey butter is to die for! (No pun intended)
As we were eating Charlotte told us about a woman spirit in the women’s bathroom who was sad and heard crying. They believe she is a woman who lost her child to drowning a few streets behind the restaurant years ago. The bathroom at first seems just like any average bathroom and then a little melancholy sets in and it seems to affect the emotions a little and for some a lot. Those who are empathic are impacted more so than those who aren’t. There is also a dark spirit that Zach from the Ghost Adventures tried to agitate from the men’s bathroom. The dark spirit allegedly scratched a visitor on one of the ghost tours the family offers. As far as the episode with Zach commanding the dark spirit to show itself, the likelihood of the dark spirit actually scratching him shown in the episode is pretty unlikely. But those ratings always need a little boost!
We followed Charlotte into another room that used to be a bar but is now used for parties etc. It was really heavy and to me housed most of the spirits that were connected through the illegal gambling which happened down in the basement many years ago. Charlotte said they were able to get the spirits to turn on and off flashlights. She also said that during a voicebox session two names came through, Peter and Henry. Henry for some reason messes with the electronics and they think that Peter is the one talking to them through the flashlight.
The family was told that at any given time they have more than a hundred spirits coming in and out of the restaurant, hanging out or communicating with people. My thoughts on this particular room is that the spirits from the illegal gambling days moved there from down below because the Indians who’s burial ground was inharmoniously defiled are hostile to anyone wanting to stay down there
I also heard there was a vortex in the restaurant and sensed where I thought it was by the party room. There is a bathroom adjacent to the party room with a brick wall painted a dark brown or reddish in color and I asked Charlotte if there used to be a doorway there. She said, “No.”
It wasn’t so much a doorway to me but an opening and then it hit me that this was where the vortex is located. You could actually feel the spirits coming in and out through the wall. It made sense to me because the room seemed to be full of spirits that were all talking at the same time, like actually being in a bar or gambling room. At times it felt as if the room was beyond capacity in spirits.
Next we went down to the basement but to get there Charlotte had to open up a wooden door from the floor that once opened revealed steps going down into a very dark room. Stepping into the room was like stepping into an Indian campground. It was like I was at one of the Pueblos back home only this time was with departed spirits. They weren’t happy and I must say that the basement was kind of a mess with things piled in different corners that had been there for years.
I knew immediately why the spirits were upset. Imagine a place where your loved ones were once buried and all of a sudden, someone comes along and builds a structure over their gravesites.
I was greeted by a young Native American who was shirtless, wearing leather pants with long black hair and a small pouch hanging from his neck. I didn’t see a mark on him where a bullet hole would be so I got the impression that perhaps he didn’t die from a gunshot wound. I think he got sick and died from some type of consumption. All in all there were 7 spirits down there that were unhappy. There could have been more but that is who came through to me. They were very unhappy with the mess over their gravesites. I think that the dark spirit that scratched the visitor in the men’s bathroom was probably one of the Native American spirits in the basement.
I told Charlotte that if they cleaned it up and paid homage to the spirits who were buried there, that the energy would be lighter, better and they would be happier. I suggested a Remembering Blessing that the family members could do to appease the spirits and let them know they are not forgotten. To be forgotten for many of us is worse than death but if you are dead, feeling no one cares or knows about your plight, it could be a prison of inconsequence.
Amy Allan from the Dead Files commented that Leslie would need representatives from many religions to do a ceremony to help appease the spirits at the restaurant. Leslie told me on the phone it was basically impossible and I agree with her. To advise this is a set up for failure. How can anybody possibly do this? Not many people have the time or ability to find such a large group.
What I feel needs to be done is simpler. A Medicine Man from the Ute tribe and a Bishop from the Mormon faith need to come and do a Blessing of the Spirits. An intermediary such as an empath or healer who is not from either group would stand between the Bishop and Medicine Man. From the Medicine man I see a pouch of prayers being offered. From the Bishop a written Blessing. If both representatives could do the ceremony, the hostility would dissipate and there would be a lighter feeling down in the basement and throughout the restaurant. Remembering the Dead once a year is a good way to let them know they are not forgotten.
At the end of our tour, we said good-bye to Charlotte and felt we had just made a new friend. To Leslie and her family, we would like to thank you for your gracious hospitality and to the spirits of Leslie’s Family Tree Restaurant, rest assured, you are not forgotten.
I was in Salt Lake City over the weekend and my fiancee and we were house searching for our future home there. It’s a beautiful city and like all cities there are places where spirits hang out. So on this trip we met five ghosts in one house we were looking at. As we walked into the house, there was a feeling like we were walking through a spider web and strange psychic veil. We had to blink several times to remove the feeling. The lighting inside was darker than expected with minimum coverings on the window, almost like there was some screening over the windows. Spirits like it darker than live humans. The bedrooms were depressingly dark.
My fiancee, who is a powerful empath, noticed the smell of the spirits which is similar to an earthy, damp, dark, after-life smell. She encountered the first spirit in the kitchen, she was a female in her middle 30’s to early 40s, blonde and young feeling who seemed to hang out mostly in the kitchen. She had not died in the house so we don’t know how she got there. Next in the basement she encountered the other four spirits. One of them had a grandpa feeling, as my fiancee walked deeper into the basement, she met the leader of the group. He was a young aggressive male, died in his late 20’s of TB or some other consuming disease. He was a very unhappy soul. This young male was about 5‘10” blonde hair and gave off a powerful feeling, that felt like he didn’t want us there. My fiancee suddenly got pressure (a strong headache) on the top her head and chest pressure. She got the impression that if a person was alone, down in the basement, they could be locked in with unimaginable scary things coming at them or done to them.
The other male and female in the house gave off a presence but no other identifiable traits, except they were both controlled by the aggressive male. So you probably guessed we didn’t take the house. There would be times a ghost or two in your house would not be a problem, for it is very possible to co-exist with them. They can even be good house-sitters when you are away, and no harm would come to the house, for it is their home also.
Sleep tight, if you have a Casper, you can always sleep in peace.