Room With a View

My husband and I love to go to San Francisco. We try and go every other year. Our favorite time to go is the day after Thanksgiving. Black Friday. The city is packed and we have a blast going to the tree lighting in Central Park, then to our favorite restaurant. We always stay at The Parc 55 Hotel. It is located in the heart of downtown. Also, my husband prefers we stay somewhere that is not haunted, because the spirits know I am there and they usually come find my room and pay us a visit in the middle of the night. My hubby prefers a ghost free vacation, and I respect that. But, the last time we were in San Francisco and we checked in at The Parc 55, I had a horrible experience. This story is not rated “G,” and it is disturbing. I am second guessing myself as I am writing this. Should I or should I not tell this story? But, as a Medium I cannot always have happy, pretty images come from spirits.

My husband and I get our room key and the girl at the desk says we are going to love our room. It’s a corner room with a beautiful 180 degree view. Large room with floor to ceiling windows overlooking Downtown. Yeah us!! We get in the elevator and up we go.  As we are going up, I started to feel really sick. I felt like I was going to throw up and my anxiety level was rising. I start shaking and sweating.

The doors open to the elevator at our floor and we step off. I am now feeling ill and filled with dread. I don’t want to go to our room, but I also feel like I am going to vomit, so hubby opens the door and I go stumbling across the room to the bathroom. It was not easy getting across the room because my equilibrium was so off balance, I had to hold onto the furniture. I feel like I have the worst flu I have ever had. My poor hubby does not know what to do. I have him help me get to the bed and that is when I saw the girl sitting over by the large windows.

She looked right at me. She had her knees up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. She was rocking back and forth crying. She had bobbed black hair, dark makeup on that was smeared all over her face. She had a small short top on, mini skirt, and ripped fish net panty hose. Her high heels were on the ground next to her. She then says to me, “This was the beginning of my demise.” What she showed me next was horrific. (I am going to call her Kat so I don’t keep referring to her as “she”)

Kat then shows me that she is in the hotel bar and at this point I have already figured out that she is a prostitute. She is talking to two gentlemen in uniforms. They look like pilot uniforms to me. Next Kat shows me all three of them going upstairs and they are going into the room we are in. I can smell the alcohol on the men’s breath. These two men proceed to overpower her. Kat is making me feel how scared she is and full of fear and panic. They ruff her up and rape her for hours. That’s as graphic as I will go, it was horrible. When they are done with her, they throw money at her while she is curled in a ball crying on the bed, and then they leave.

Kat then says to me, “That event changed my life.” She couldn’t go to her pimp and complain, because it was all about the money to him. She couldn’t go to hotel security, because she was a prostitute. She cried all night staring out that window. She didn’t know how she was going to live with that horrible night playing over and over in her head. Her weak and desperate solution was to block it out of her mind with drugs.

The first thing Kat said to me was, “This was the beginning of my demise.” She told me she died from a drug overdose not too long after that incident. She crawled deeper and deeper into depression and drug use.

During this time I was communicating with Kat, my husband was on the phone getting us another room. I still felt horrible, but as we left the room and got on the elevator, I felt back to normal. I was ready to start our vacation and hit the city. I thought about Kat a lot during that trip and still do. I did have nightmares about what happened to her, and I woke up crying because of how scared and helpless she felt. Then I would be mad and frustrated because I couldn’t help her. I hope she had some closure by sharing her story with me. I would hate to have her living in torment in the afterlife too.

P.S. Every hotel has stories to tell … it doesn’t mean it’s haunted.

 

 

 

 

 

The Bridge

My husband and I are lucky to have many wonderful friends in our life. One of our dearest couple friends is D & B. They have always been so supportive of my gift and so open to hearing my experiences. Because of how open they are, it is easy for me to read them. It’s not like I try, but their loved ones are always around them. When we get together for dinner, D always brings up one of the most memorable readings I did for him, and how shocked he was to get a message from someone he looked up to when he was a child.

When we meet with D & B, we usually meet for drinks then go to dinner. This particular night, we went for Sushi. We love Niko Niko in Rancho Santa Margarita. We do the usual catch up on what’s happening in each other’s lives. Then D says he has a question about a dream he had when he was a little boy, and it has always bothered him. I said tell me about the dream and I will try to help you figure it out.

When D was a little boy his neighbor died and D really looked up to this man. This man’s death really had an impact on D. Then he said he had a dream and his neighbor was standing with him on a bridge. As D is telling me this, I can feel the static chill on the right side of my body and then I see a man standing next to me. I ask D to stop talking for a second because I had a male spirit with me who was eager to give him a message. Then in a flash, this spirit showed me the dream. He put me on the bridge with him and D as a little boy.

I said to D, this is what he is showing me: I am on the bridge, you are a small blonde boy, the man is standing there next to you. He is wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. What he is wearing is important because that is how you used to see him all the time. Working on his car in his garage, with dirty clothes, and messy dark hair. D then says, that is exactly how he saw him. Then the man says to me, “I came to him in his dream because I know my death was affecting him and he had a hard time at the wake seeing me in a suit and tie, and my hair combed nice.” And then he told me his name was James.

I tell D everything that the man is saying and he can’t believe it. D always wondered why James came to him, since James had a family of his own, and he was just the kid next door. Now he knows. James came to him to try and give D closure, which is hard to understand for a small child, but now he has his closure all of these years later.

This was an amazing experience for me. It was the first time I had been “transported” spiritually to a place and time, to help a spirit with his message. I am always learning and I am amazed at how strong my abilities are. It also gives me a sense of pride to help a dear friend.

NOT READY TO CROSS THAT LINE

I feel very blessed to have this gift!!! But, I am not ready to walk up to strangers and tell them that their loved one who has passed away has a message for them. This always baffles my close friends and family. I am definitely not shy, but there is a line I am not ready to cross. I can usually block myself from energies in a crowded space, but there are some spirits that are strong enough to get through. Also, because of my energy and the white light around me, the spirit coming through feeds off my energy and can move things or break things around me.  I thought this was normal until I talked with other sensitives and they very rarely have had spirits manipulate objects while they are channeling.  This story is about one of those spirits that got enough energy to move an object and scare everyone who witnessed it.

My dear friend K and I decided we were going to have a ladies day. Shopping and lunch in Aliso Viejo, Ca. So we went to TJ Maxx and More and shopped for a few hours. Hungry and thirsty, we decided to go to Opah’s for some food and wine. We sat at the bar and because it was a Monday, the bar was empty. We ordered a couple of appetizers and our glasses of white wine. At that time, a younger man came in and sat to K’s right and he knew the bartender so they were catching up. Then another gentleman came in and sat to my left, but at the curve of the bar. Us ladies were talking and laughing, enjoying our food and each others company. Then I got that electricity static feeling up my right side. I could feel a man standing behind me, then I could smell cigarette smoke. I instantly knew a spirit was on me. My friend could see the look on my face change. I grabbed my purse to look for my quartz crystal stone (always have it with me, helps center me so I can hear a spirit better), and I kept asking her if she smelled cigarettes … she did not. Then I was having trouble breathing. This spirit was a smoker. I could now see him. He was an old man and he tells me he died of emphysema, and he has a message for his grandson who is sitting to my friend’s right. I told him I would not do that, and he was pissed. So he proceeds to drop a wine glass from the rack above the bar, onto my plate. Now I had everyone looking at me. The poor bartender cannot figure out how it fell, because it was pushed far back in the rack. They are scrambling to clean up the mess and analyzing how this could of happened. So I brushed it off and sad it was probably a wet glass and it slipped. Then the guy from my left says (let me first say that he looked terrified), he watched the glass slide off the rack slowly then crash down. He was beside himself and he kept saying, “It moved by itself.” At this point, I had to excuse myself and get rid of this spirit, he was being bossy and mischievous, plus I was having a really hard time breathing. I took him to the bathroom and had a long talk with him and he finally left. I did tell him that I would go back out there and strike up a conversation with his grandson. So I did just that, I found out a lot about this young man and he seemed to be successful and happy. He was the Manager for the brewery in the same center and had just gone through a renovation on the place. After K and I were done, we walked over to see the new improvements and wished him the best of luck.

That story really stands out to me when it comes to memorable spirit moments. It was a learning experience for me. And unfortunately, a few innocent people are probably still questioning what they saw. I do want to make something very clear, OPAH’S IS NOT HAUNTED … I am.