Hey, why knock a good thing?
Before we wrap up this storyline: yes, we did other investigative things involving more scientific means and equipment but me walking around the basement with a gieger counter isn’t necessarily good comic material. And Alpha has done numerous investigations at the Windsor and has various pieces of EVP evidence and so forth, so it wasn’t just the woo-woo stuff.
Speaking of which… Pendulum work (aka scrying) was actually something I’d had some experience with in the past, unlike the ouija board, and it was a good thing, too. The lady who usually handles that part of things was unable to make it that weekend so I ended up playing helper-monkey during this session, going over pendulum basics with the others. Yes, “Nicole” came through again, as well as her brother (Ian or Eoin) but the other girls at our table also “spoke” with an elderly Oriental man, so it was nice to see some other spirits come through.
Okay, y’all, THAT was kinda freaky. I mean, I could see whre that was going on the first ‘m’ and I really didn’t want to see the rest. You could probably see the horror on my face at that point (we don’t have the second session on video, for some reason) but they immediately had me ask, next, “Was it an accident” and the answer was “Yes.” Still. *chills*
This conversation with “Nicole” was a lot longer, too. Maybe 10 minutes? It was like talking to your friend’s kid, asking her about just whatever. Did she enjoy being at the hotel, seeing people come and go, did she play in the hallways, did she have anyone to play with (which is how we found out she had a brother who was being a bit shy and not telling his name, etc) and so on and so forth.
When we started down the tough questions I was a little hesitant. During the first session someone suggested asking her how she died but we didn’t–some spirits aren’t really aware of that fact, supposedly, though obviously we find out she is more aware that some.
Again, no guarantees. There are records to support that two children were killed by falling down an elevator shaft. And when Alpha went back to do more investigations they had another interaction but it identified with a different name. Now, sure, it could be one adult spirit playing with us or it could be a bored kid who likes to play pretend. Who the hell knows. Only thing for certain is that there was something going on, something guiding the planchette, and that makes me a little more open minded, overall.
One thing I do wonder, though: who teaches spirits how to use a Ouija Board? Is there really a Handbook for the Recently Deceased, like in Beetlejuice? Are there mentors? Or do they just sorta _know_?
It was one of the strangest sensations I can recall–it was like I was having to struggle just to keep up with the planchette it seemed to be running away from my fingertips to get to the next letter or word.
This, of course, is a slightly condensed version of this session, though it wasn’t very much longer that what I’ve shown here. (I have a video of it but since I didn’t take it I don’t want to put it up without the owner’s permission.)
I’d never used a Ouija board before in my life and, frankly, had never planned to. Even after we moved to Florida from Louisiana, we’d hear stories of kids getting into all sorts of mischief back home with these sorts of things and you just didn’t even consider it! Can I say for certain that whatever was moving that planchette around the board was the spirit of a 10-year-old girl named Nicole? No. But I can tell you this: I wasn’t pushing the pointer.
It’s really not their fault and I promise the workshop is not at all snooze-inducing under normal circumstances. I don’t think I actually fell asleep, it was more like fighting the drooping eyelids and nodding head. It should also be noted that this was less than a month after my gallbladder surgery so I was still prone to being tired because of that, too.Seriously, not their fault! lol
(sorry for the pencils, if you didn’t see it on my twitter feed we got some surprising news of not the good kind regarding the house we are currently renting; sorta torpedoed my productivity. expect inks later this evening.)
It was a cute little shop even though it looked like it was in the middle of some redecorating, but the entrace was the restaurant (burgers, sandwiches and home-cooking like meatloaf, etc.) side and then you could basically browse the other half, the used book store half, while you waited for your food to be ready–it’s a really good idea that I’m surprised I haven’t seen before or since (no, B&N and Borders cafes do not count).
The Windsor Hotel is absolutely beautiful and if you ever have a chance to go there, do at least stop in and check out all the neat things on the walls, the wooden phone booth in the lobby, the balconies and, oh, just all of it in general. But do beware: the walkways on the 2nd floor (the ones surrounding the lobby, not in the guest-room hallways) slope in noticeably so watch your step!
This may have been the first road trip where I had to explain that it really _wasn’t_ a road trip with me if we didn’t make at least one wrong turn. Granted, I was only navigating, but we did have directions.
And it begins with a little bit of exposition. Hope you don’t mind a little scene setting.