McMenamin’s Edgefield Oregon’s Haunted Gem

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Have you ever walked into a place and felt you went back in time instantly,  almost as if you were greeted by a forgotten time yet still alive and well? As each footstep takes you further down the hall, unseen eyes with a whispered greeting welcome you. You turn right and then left but there’s no one there except other guests and passers. Maybe a gentle hand caresses the side of your head making you feel light-headed or within the blink of an eye, you glimpse a shadow walking by. Well, this is how a multitude of people feel when they walk through the front doors of McMenamin’s Edgefield Hotel in Troutdale, Oregon. 

The interesting thing here is, most of those whispered hellos and wispy silhouettes are seemingly friendly even if you can’t see or touch them. From astonishingly beautiful paintings on walls to an ambiance of old-time charm, there is so much to do. Think of a ghost adventure where all the modern conveniences are at your fingertips such as small bars, edible gardens, and an expresso bar. I think of it as ghostbusting at your leisure.   

The charm keeps coming as you choose from, a day at the spa at Ruby’s Spa and Soaking pool, or an evening of live music and if that doesn’t float your boat, you can enjoy a movie after dinner. The best part is there are so many wonderful places to go, you’ll never get bored. But let’s not forget the best part of Edgefield, at least for me, is its history and its lively ghosts. 

Edgefield back in the day was built in 1911 becoming the Multnomah County poor farm which eventually progressed into a nursing home. Today, it is a 74-acre hot spot for its own brewery, vineyards, and distillery. My favorite is their hard cider! 

As an Empath, I find these kinds of locations are the catchup to my fries. You can’t get any better than this outside of literally living in a haunted house. I’m not talking about the spooky kind but those old beloved Victorian or turn of the century homes that kept all the residual memories of all the families that lived within their walls. Edgefield’s energy reminds me of multiple bubbles bobbing up and down with old memories that linger, occasionally touching the living as they move along. 

Are there haunted rooms, you may ask? Of course! The most requested room at Edgefield is room 215, called the Amazing Grace room. Supposedly when they were renovating the property they found animal bones and a pentagram on the ground within the area. I can only assume they did a cleansing of sorts, hence the name. In addition, room 214 also supposedly has paranormal activity in it especially with it being in close proximity to room 215. 

Walking around, I found that it didn’t take much prodding on my part when I asked some of the Edgefield staff who worked there if they had any ghostly experiences. Here are a few that I want to share with you that I feel are great testaments because not everybody who experiences ghostly activity is a believer … at first.  

Imagine, there you are, playing golf on one of Edgefield’s 2 golf courses and you catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure walking by. Perhaps, late at night, you are strolling along the path with snow coming down, footsteps appear out of nowhere. Where they begin or end is anybody’s guess. 

Here is Ryan’s story. He is one of the shift managers at the Black Rabbit Restuarant. 

   This happened two winters ago on the property.  He and his wife were walking past one of the golf courses and stopped by the distillery to have a drink to make sure their boss saw them so he wouldn’t call them in to work on their day off because it was snowing. He remembered walking around with their coffee drinks and then walking through the golf course meandering back towards their home. 

Ryan said, “Not that we were following footsteps but we realized there were like footsteps in the snow and within 10 to 15 steps, they just stopped, like into the nothing. They didn’t fade out they didn’t go around the corner. They just stopped.

Rainbow:

“Were they human size? Like a man or a woman?”

Ryan:

“They were like a woman or adolescent child. They seemed as fresh as could be. And it was actively snowing at the time. We stood there for about 10 to 15 minutes trying to figure stuff out or trying to make sure nobody was stepping backward, trying to play a prank on us. We couldn’t come up with any other explanation other than something weird was going on.” 

Rainbow:

‘Is there anything else?’

Ryan:

‘There have been situations in the distillery where the broom will stand up on its own, like unsupported. I can’t imagine that being done without somebody manipulating it first but just the fact that it stands there for a number of minutes on end without falling over is strange. 

There is somebody who took a video of it and walked all the way around it. The first time I remember it happening recently, whoever came into open the bar that particular day found it already standing. The only logical explanation is the person the night before left it that way and it stayed that way all night. He was a little weirded out and went and did some other stuff after that.”  

Clara’s story:

Clara is a bartender who has been working at the Black Rabbit for 4 years. Here is her story: 

“One morning, it’s 6 am when I first started working here, I was walking down the hallway here and this door was cracked open and there should have been no one in the bar and I turn and I look and standing in the archway over there is a very tall man. We made ghostly eye contact and then I shuffled off and was freaked out.”

Rainbow:

“Was it a shadow or full-body apparition?” 

Clara:

“No, it was a full apparition. And then I’ve seen another one on the other side of the bar, It almost looked like an Asian woman peeking her head around the pole and back and then I never saw her again. I even went around to make sure no one was hiding from me and there was no one there. 

I have also heard twice now, bagpipes off in the distance when we haven’t had any events happening here. One time it was the opening line of Amazing Grace. I was thinking, we shouldn’t have any bagpipers here now. The second time, I heard it and one of our skeptics heard it at the same time so I know it wasn’t just me.    

Christina’s story:

Christina is a bartender and has been working at the Black Rabbit for 7 years. 

“My husband used to work here and he was the bar manager. And a part of his duties was to come in here, once a month and do the inventory which required him to be here at 4 o’clock in the morning. So we just thought let’s spend the night. He could go downstairs to do his thing and then come back up to bed.”  

“I told you I’m a bit of a skeptic  We have a ghost Logue that you can check out at the front desk and read people’s stories. I was always like, people are drunk, whatever, of course, they’re going to see things.”

“ So, there wasn’t much drinking, a little bit but we weren’t drunk and went to bed like normal, everything was good. He got up and went to do his thing and I remember him leaving and I fell back asleep. We were on the second floor in room 214. It’s right next to the room that’s suppose to be really haunted, the Amazing Grace room which is 215. So I remember waking up and looking and seeing a grey cat walking towards my bed. Of course, I’m going through my brain, how a cat got into my room, justifying the purpose and the meaning of this cat being in my room. I feel the cat jump up on the bed. I pet the cat, I feel the cat, I interact with this cat. This is weird. I thought it probably came in through some air vent or something. And then the cat jumps off the bed and I see it walk away.”

“I fall back asleep. The door opens, my husband comes in, sits on the bed. I feel the bed sink in. I feel him move over towards me and put the blanket up over my shoulder like he usually does. I start to tell him about this cat. I turn around and there’s nobody there. I never felt scared or anything like that. So my husband comes back and I ask him, “Have you been to this room? There was a cat in this room.” He said, “No, no.”  So I said, “Cool, listen to my story!”

“I came to work the next day and I’ve been working in this department for 7 years. So I go to one of the night bartenders who have been working here a while too and told him my story. I said, “A little grey cat was in my room and he went, ‘That cat?” He pointed to painting here on the wall. Well, I never noticed ever but there is a little grey cat in the woman’s arms that’s in the tub. You have to actually get up close to see it. There has been a grey cat in the painting the whole time I’ve been working here and yes, that is the grey cat.” 

After hearing everyone’s stories, I decided to walk around the grounds of the hotel, when one thought came to my mind, I could stay here forever! I guess that explains why Edgefield attracts the living as well as the dead. Everybody has a good time and nobody wants to leave!

McMenamins Edgefield is just 15 minutes from the airport and 20 minutes to downtown Portland. It’s become one of my most favorite haunted locations but then, McMenamins does have other supposedly haunted locations that I have yet to visit. You know what that means, I’m going to have a lot of favorites!

Haunting Voices in Cemeteries

Photo from Wendy Scofield- thanks

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

What Are Ghosts Thinking – Rainbow’s Ghostly Views

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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What are Ghosts thinking?

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.

MWiz

Haunted Houses- Walking into another world —-Is it was True Series #440

 

haunted house

A while back I received a phone call from a woman who thought she had a poltergeist in her house. I listened to her talk about doors slamming, shadow people walking about and things being moved or disappearing. It affected one child but the rest of the family didn’t seem to be bothered by the activity. This made me think, “Why would a few members of the family be affected but not the rest?”

It seems that the activity followed this woman from one house to another. When I hear this happens, it’s clear to me that either, a person is the one being haunted and not the house or that they are Empathic which opens them up to spirits in and around the house itself.

As I was listening to this woman talk, a few things came to my attention. First, she was laughing about some of the experiences which made me wonder if it was just her way of dealing with stress or did she know something she wasn’t telling me? After about 20 more minutes on the phone, I realized that this woman not only had a secret but I was able to figure out what it was by a few things she said. She said she had a friend who dabbled in the occult. (Lightbulb moment) It came in loud and clear to me that she was had done some sessions with this woman. If you play with Ouija boards, do séances or play with magic spells, the outcome will likely come back and bite you in the booty or as in this case, slam doors and become a daily menace.

Interestingly enough, it was almost as if two voices were speaking through her to me at once, one pleasant and the other a bit darker. I knew at that moment, going to her house was out of the question.

Funny though, as if on cue, she urgently asked to me to come to her house that same day, stating that it was imperative that I help her out. I not only saw a set up but sensed it, but not from this woman, from whatever dark energy was controlling her and her environment. Sometimes, we have to say no to unsafe and undesirable situations.

Being an Empath has its advantages but it can also be a double edged sword especially when our guard is down or as in my case so many years ago, I was naive and green between the ears.

Years back when I was in my early twenties, I rented a house with my ex-husband in Arizona. I can’t quite remember if it was in Flagstaff or Williams but it was large, by a river with lovely views. It only had one problem; there was a bedroom that faced the hallway next to the master bedroom that was strangely odd, foreboding and terrifying. The owner, who was a famous writer and dietitian, was leaving to go abroad. He made a comment about the ominous room which made my skin and hair stand on end. He said, “Don’t go into that bedroom. It’s not welcoming and I don’t think you’ll feel comfortable in it.”

Come to find out, he lost two loved ones in the house. First, his wife and the other I believe was a son. I could only gather from this information that the infamous bedroom was his sons. From the day we moved in, I found it very hard to be anywhere near that bedroom. For instance, at night I would usually wake up to use the bathroom. I would lie in bed and try to get up enough courage to cross the hallway into the bathroom. I had to pass the doorway to “that” bedroom and found that every fiber in my being was yelling at me to stay in bed. My bladder on the other hand was screaming for me to hurry up and pee. What’s a girl to do?

Well … I would smack, roll over or talk loudly to wake up my ex and act like it was an accident. I knew that if he was awake than at least if anything grabbed me, he would be awake to rescue me. It wasn’t fun for him but I at least could make a run for the bathroom, peeing in record time.

Daytime didn’t make things any better. You know those stories on TV about the haunted house being dark even with all the windows open and the blinds up; well this house was exactly like that. The hallway leading to the scary door would always seem longer than it was. I couldn’t be in the house by myself and before long my ex got so exacerbated at me that he told me I had to finally face my fears.

With a knowing and long sigh, I slowly walked down the extremely long hallway with the floor somehow becoming uneven and moving, making me really dizzy besides that upchuck feeling like I was going to puke my brains out.  The door was ominous and as I reached for the handle, it felt extremely cold to the touch, almost like I had grabbed on to an ice cube. The door creaked open and a gust of wind hit me, making me feel like I was in the North Pole. I can’t really explain it; it was like I passed beyond the veil into another world void of emotion, empty, dark  and cold. Did I mention I could see my breath? The more I saw my breath, the more I felt like something was sucking the air out of me like a cinched up corset, way too tight. I felt eyes peering down on me from the moment I walked in. I knew that whoever was waiting and watching was going to pounce on me any second. The fight or flight feeling hit me like a ton of bricks and I flew out of there so fast that I didn’t even bother to close the door. But that didn’t matter because within seconds of me running out of the room,the door slammed shut behind me.

Rainbow

 

To be continued …

New Mexico UFO/Paranormal Forum – October Meeting: “The Panel”-–Is it all True Series # 338

7 owlsOur UFO/Paranormal forum for the first time in 5 years had a panel of five abductees as guest speakers. They took on a series of questions about their alien abductions and military abductions(Milabs). The panel members’ages varied from about 19 to 70 years old. They all had experienced similar and different types of encounters. The panel spoke for about 2+ hours, followed by a question and answer session from the audience.

One individual had some very tough encounters, and he used some adult language to express his great dislike for his abductors. Reptilians represented his main encounter group, and his encounters reached back to his early childhood. His later encounters had a sexual nature that produced three hybrid children. Even though he hated the reptilians, he possessed a bit of awefor them for theircontrol, power and intelligence.

There was a hypnotherapist abductee who has treated hundred of abductees in her career. She spoke of her personal experiences as a mix of good encounters and brutal encounters, the brutal ones mostly at the hands of the military types or Milabs.

Then there was the mother and daughter among the panel members who brought a family look at this complex phenomenon. The mother had had a mix of good and bad experiences, but showed little or no fear about her encounters. Her father also played an interesting role in these events, although the exact nature of his role is still to be told, and probably only he will be able to tell it. The daughter seemed to have maybe the most positive attitude about her past and ongoingexperiences; she seemed to imply that her purpose in life was to take this journey and find a way to make it positive.

And last my life partner, again a mix of good, bad and neutral experiences all shaping her present self into a very complex soul. Her experiences, like those ofthe other panel members, continue to the present day, and they will probably continue until their last breaths.What a journey they have all had– on the edge of human reality.
Sleep Tight,for all of us have had encounters with the paranormal sometime in our lives.

MWiz.

A Jewel of Paranormal in the middle of a desolate part of New Mexico– Is it all True Series ? #193

A man called Pop Shaffer in the early 1900’s came to Mountainair, New Mexico. He was a blacksmith, a merchant, a horse trader, a land speculator, and an artist. He was also a builder; he helped construct his hotel out of non-burning material, cast concrete and iron fractions. His original house in Mountainair burned to the ground. After he finished the hotel, he started building this amazing concrete fence and gate, which is worth the drive just to see it.

The Santa Fe Railroad helped grow this little town into “The Pinto Bean Capital of the World” and also the “Gateway to the Ancient Cities” because nearby are ancient pueblos, missions and ruins of very old villages. That leads us to the strangeness of the area and especially the hotel. First I would like to mention our wonderful hosts and tour guides Jerry and Elma Pack, the present owners. They told many stories of ghosts that inhabited the hotel. I believe the ghosts are hanging around for several reasons. Firstly, ghosts love buildings that do not burn; they don’t like fire. Second, they are welcomed by the present and past owners. And thirdly, the hotel is probably located in a major vortex area, easy for them (ghosts and more) to move back and forth between worlds.

Ghosts and probably other entities appear fairly often in the beautiful outfitted rooms with amazing art and antiques. My companions on this trip were constantly feeling these child-like presences moving around us. The hotel has been the setting of two movies, three episodes of Ghost Whisperer and one Ghost Hunters program. President Roosevelt also stayed there many years ago. This is a high swirling energy place. A few of the ghost stories are as follows, there is a small girl that stays in one particular room –upstairs facing the street and she is seen mainly on a full moon moving around in the room in the middle of the night. Next, a short young man wearing a Zoot suit hangs in and around the elevator. And there is the ghost of a young woman who had a bad deed done to her in what is presently the hotel laundry room.

And I didn’t mention the wonderful restaurant, with more artwork, including an amazing ceiling, and the food is great. Come by to meet Jerry and Elma. Sit down and have some lunch, and ask for a hotel tour. Tell them the UFO/Paranormal Forum group sent you. Enjoy the tastes, the sights, the sounds and most of all– the feelings.

Learn more about the Shaffer Hotel in Mountainair New Mexico. Shaffer Hotel

Sleep Tight – History tells the truth.

MWiz.