Paranormal Ponderings
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I recently bought some Moldavite, the TikTok trending, magic space glass that is said to completely change your life. I wouldn’t normally be keen on a “rock” having the power to say, cause divorces, job loss or even death. But I’ve had the same 9-5 day job for 11 years and a little more of my soul gets sucked away every single day and I’m not sure how much soul I have left at this point. So I will try anything to help me move forward.  I ordered the moldavite from Etsy (a shop called Moth and Flame) and have been awaiting its arrival for about 3 weeks. Something unexpected happened though, the moment it got to my state and began shipping to me…it started working. Rewind to about a week ago, when my internet friend Celeste (@celestemott) in New Orleans had a dream about me. To her knowledge, she had never dreamt about me before. And for some reason, this dream seemed important enough to relay the message. The dream included the following: Celeste and I are driving on a road trip to an old historic house with lots of wood and a staircase. There was something female haunting its halls that was not just a “ghost”. Something about a mirror and communication; myself communicating with the entity more than her. Overall, the dream felt urgent/dangerous/powerful. There was some mention of me accidentally opening a portal. And most importantly the name of something pretending to be someone they were not… “Ginny(ie)”. There were a few other details regarding Kentucky and a piece of parchment paper with Latin written on it. This last bit has not come to fruition yet. I have no doubt though that it might one day.  Little did Celeste know, I would be staying in Wallace, Idaho a couple days after her dream. My friend Andrea had booked an Airbnb for us that I knew nothing about. It would be called the “Lux Rooms” and once served as a brothel from the early 1900’s until 1989. As we arrived, our Airbnb appeared to have some of the same characteristics as the dream. A long, skinny staircase leading up to one long hallway, about 4 rooms and shared bathrooms flanking each side. There was a wall in the hallway covered in mirrors, and a large rectangular mirror in our room as well. The most notable feature of the room. I decided to tell my friend Andrea about the dream since I had brought my equipment and discussed investigating previously, but as she began reading a book left by the Airbnb owner about Wallace and its history with prostitution, she looked up at me \ with a shocked look on her face. There was a tiny mention, regarding management of the property we were staying, about a woman. Her name was Ginnie. Without pause, I magickally sealed the windows and mirror with a makeshift potion of kitchen sea salt and bottled water. I warded the room and established boundaries. Whatever it was that Celeste had warned me about, was here. The dream had clearly been a warning and I was not going to wait and find out how much more would come true.  This leads me back to the Moldavite. It arrived this Monday afternoon. It had been on its way to me during Celeste’s dream, and during my stay in Wallace, Idaho. Moldavite is known to bring growth, expansion, new beginnings. But another one of its properties helps with dreamwork. It helps removes blockages. It helps with healing. Was the Moldavite already working while it was on its way to me, protecting me from some harmful ghost hunting experience? Was it helping me heal previous blockages regarding trusting others, by forcing me to trust the women in my life who had visions, or provided insight, or kept me company, during that night? It’s hard to say. I look forward to my upcoming journey with this stone. I don’t even believe that I must believe in it for it to work. If it allows me to see the magic in everyday, like a magickal placebo effect, then I will be as satisfied as if the stone got up and walked itself across the room to me. 
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I spent the night at Lizzie Borden's house...completely alone. On accident. In April 2021, I visited New England. The plan was to meet some internet friends in Salem, Massachusetts, and then travel to Rhode Island with them to investigate the Conjuring House. In planning, I realized I had the last night of my trip open and needed to book a place to stay. In true Aries fashion, I decided that I had to go out with a bang that night instead of choosing a comfortable, relaxing hotel. And so I booked the John Morse room at the Lizzie Borden Bed and Breakfast. To be fair, I truly believed I would be able to relax this night. I had previously been disappointed in a lack of haunting experiences at some of the nations more haunted locations so I thought that the Borden house would simply make some good pictures, maybe one indiscernible EVP and then I would get a good nights rest. Little did I know that no one else had booked a room in the house that night. And that the employees were not staying there either. So I stayed in the house alone. And truthfully, lost my mind a little bit. The Borden house is the most haunted location I have ever been to in my life. The activity that I experienced baffles my mind to this day. And since the house has since changed ownership to a company that thinks it is better fit for an ax throwing business and a bar (rolls eyes) I feel lucky to have possibly been the last person to stay alone in the house in its previous state. Watch below to see how the night unfolded and make sure to subscribe to my YouTube while you are at it! |
AmandaAmanda is a paranormal investigator with 15 years of experience located in Spokane, Washington. Archives
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