My first arrival at the Castle was a total fluke. I was in Port Townsend exploring and was looking for a place to stay. After driving around and searching on my phone for local hotels and Inn’s there was little to come by. Then I saw Manresa… Just by looking at the building something said- this is the one. I had no idea it had the history and energy attached to it that it does until I stepped out of the car and made my way up the steps. I could feel it instantly, both good and bad as I walked up those concrete steps and entered the Castle. It was like fate was right there beside me, as I was handed a key to one of the 3 “haunted” rooms, room #306. I had a feeling when asked about the Wi-Fi password for the hotel, with the response that “those rooms don’t have any connection. If you would like to use the Wi-Fi please feel free to use the Library or the bar and lounge..
Back about a month ago, I was clearing out the unusually large, and strangely constructed crawlspace room, as it was left full of old junk from previous tenants.
Afterward, I had a very strong feeling that a female was trying to connect with me to give me a message. After communicating with her, I was given the words “crawl” and “dig”. My mind went directly to that room as I was just down there, so that’s what I did, I went back down and dug. Continue reading You never know you will find in your Haunted House’s basement.. (Check this out!)
Last year, I traveled to Vegas solo to go to Zak Bagan’s Haunted Museum for my birthday. I wanted nothing more than to spend my special day in a place I’ve wanted to go to since it opened. Continue reading Zak Bagan’s Haunted Museum
After some of the most recent events, my Mum has finally started to take me seriously.
I asked her to read my blog so she could know where I was coming from and start to see things from my perspective. In fact, she reacted much more intensely than I expected, as I know she is a skeptic (or was anyway). Continue reading The more you know, the more questions there are..
I have now had a very extreme Sleep Paralysis experience, two in fact but the first one was the one that really got to me. I am sure as this was new to me, and with the activity in the house, it didn’t surprise me one bit.
Despite all I have endured in the past, I have never had this kind of intense fear and loss of control than I did during this first episode.
Of course, after it happened I knew what it was, so I started to research more and more about it and realized how similar most people’s experience can be. Continue reading My first Sleep Paralysis Experience
Last night things in the new house took a turn for the worse.
As usual, I was alone upstairs in the loft when turning in for bed, I was saying some prayers including those for protection, and keeping any spirits with I’ll intent away from the house.
As I was doing so, my neck started to burn… I mean really burn. Like someone had stuck a hot poker into it. Continue reading I have always searched for answers, now I have been left… marked.
Well, the reason I haven’t made a post in a while is that I moved out to Camano Island and didn’t have internet for some time, and the usage we do get is limited. however, it now turns out that to seek out spirits and be surrounded by unexplained happenings, I no longer even need to leave the house. The house we moved into was definitely not unoccupied, you could feel it from the start. Continue reading Be careful what you wish for….
There is a lot of information out there about synchronicity, and it’s meanings.. but can it all just be a coincidence? Personally, I don’t believe in coincidence. I believe everything happens for a reason, and how you deal with things depends on the outcome. Like those choose your own adventure books I used to read back in Middle School.
However, I seem to notice these types of synchronic effects, usually in numbers but also in the feeling most call “Déjà vu.” A LOT. I mean, at least 6 times a day, sometimes more. Usually with the clocks, whether it’s 11:11 or 2:22 or 4:44 … I always seem to glance a the clock to see all numbers in sync.
So what does this mean? What are your thoughts on synchronicity?
“Synchronicity can also show us how there is a connection between the ‘inner world’ and the ‘outer world’. They are not separate realities but one in the same, and consciousness itself is the bridge between these two dimensions. The external and physical world that we observe and experience as ‘reality’, is the mirror reflection of the internal or non-physical world. Synchronicity gives us a glimpse into the inner workings of our own mind and how it relates to the very fabric of nature and reality itself. Many people who constantly seem to notice 11:11 and other repeating number sequences appearing over and over again when they least expect it, often consider the experience to be more than chance or coincidence. This belief is related to the concept of synchronicity.”
Source: Dimension 11:11
One of my most profound experience to date, if I had to pick one would be an apartment I lived in briefly in Bellingham, WA.
It was in the spring of 2013 and I had just moved out of a place with a friend into a low-income housing building located in the original downtown area called the Mount Baker Apartments that was built in 1929. My room was located on the 5th floor in room 501.
I felt I needed my own space. Growing up an only child, I was used to being alone. Yet I felt the moment I walked in that something was not right. But I was determined to cleanse the energy and make my own comfy abode with my cat, Nico. Not only was the room cleaned by myself, but others. One native, a Reiki “master” and an acquaintance who was into Wicca.
Still, however, things never seemed right. I would hear noises in a small room, only to be the only one there, I also heard what seemed to whisper coming from my closet, I would have horrible nightmares, and constantly feel like whenever I was alone, I was not really alone.
My cat, Nico would constantly be looking at things in the air that I could not see and went from a social and fun cat to hiding under the futon couch or in the bathroom. She wouldn’t go near the closet.
It was an old building that had an elevator that would constantly lose power and the lights would go off. I will never forget the first time I felt threatened was when I woke up on my 3rd night there in the middle of the night to the faucets in my kitchen and bathroom opened full blast spraying water everywhere. I had no explanation and it didn’t stop there.
One particularly muggy and warm night there were several of us sitting in the room watching a movie. We had all the old heavy wooden windows open with props as they tended to not like to stay up. Two had large books, one a wooden block, and the other an empty Absolute Vodka bottle to keep them up. All of a sudden all at once All 4 windows slammed down, shattering two of them and knocking the props holding them up 5 stories down into the alleyway.
Then, one night, I had a friend over for the night and early morning another friend stopped by with coffee to visit. We were up late talking about spirits, my current as well as past encounters, and hers as well.
In this building I had to physically go downstairs and open the door for people when they came over, I couldn’t just buzz them in I had to go downstairs and let them in after they buzzed the phone. Within seconds I heard a bloodcurdling scream (and I lived on the 5th floor) and her running down the stairs. She entered the lobby shaking, trembling, and looked extremely unnerved. We all went back upstairs to show us what she saw.
The closet doors were double doors, each door twice as wide as a normal door, and made of extremely heavy wood. She said she was sitting in the bed watching a movie waiting for me to bring him back up and the closet door opened full wide and slammed 3 times. It caused her to spring out of bed and down to us, white as a sheet and still in her pj’s
At this point, I knew I had to get out of there.
After speaking with another tenant, I found out that the previous tenant had hung himself in the closet not only a month before I moved it.
It was lucky timing that shortly after I met someone and we moved in together. Unfortunately, my cat Nico never did get through it. The energy in that room changed her, and when we moved she became something out of Stephen King’s Pet Cemetery. She would hide up in the rafters and dive-bomb you. She would hiss and scratch, and even after another move, she got worse and eventually needed to be put down.
My paranormal experiences started when I was a young child. I grew up in Point Robert’s Washington. It is a small 5.4 square mile peninsula right on the 49th parallel. It also is in a cluster of ley lines that intersect right on the area. If you look at the map of Washington you will see a small bit of land over the line, that is Point Robert’s.
A great deal of the land is ancient burial ground, as it was once occupied by the native American tribe of Tsawwassen, as proven through historical evidence and information.