Last week, I started telling you about my experience at a recent Para Expeditions event at the Roads Hotel in Atlanta, Indiana. In the first blog, we discussed my drive to the location and my initial walk through of the hotel. This week, I want to share my experience reading the Tarot there, some paranormal happenings, and why I did not spend the night.
After my initial walk-through at the Roads, I needed a cigarette… bad. I went out the side door of the building to meet Mike Smith and Amy Perry Lane for a smoke break. Waiting outside was the owner of the Roads, Gail. We all started talking about the hotel and what I was feeling. Almost everything I felt was confirmed by Gail. As much of what I felt was very unpleasant, this confirmation didn’t ease my worries or concerns.
Always one to care for others, Mike Smith looked at me and said, “You okay? You look really stressed.” I explained that I was slightly stressed and that I wasn’t sure I would be able to do readings there, but that I would try my best. Mike looked me over, measured me up, and nodded. I guess he could see that I wasn’t going run out of the building, but was clearly distressed by what I had already picked up.
As the other three continued on discussing other locations and various other scheduled events they have planned, I got distracted by an inclination to go around the side of the building. I had no idea what I would find around the corner, but it felt imperative that I look. The feeling was so strong, I walked off during the conversation without excusing myself and went toward the back of the hotel.
On the back side, there was an addition to the building. It didn’t seem as old as the hotel, but looked worn and aged. I stood there quietly taking in the information that I was receiving. I felt drugged, dark, and very depressed. I turned to Gail and asked if the addition was new. She said that she didn’t know the exact date it was built. She did inform me that there were two renters that once lived there, but had to be evicted because of drugs and various other less savory behaviors.
Gail and I went behind the addition, toward what seemed like an alley between it and the garage. In my psychic mind, I could see teenagers there. They were drinking, doing drugs, and being mischievous. I asked Gail about this and she said that it had been a problem and that the management of the Roads had considered putting up security features in that area. I suggested that they should and went into the side garage.
The side garage felt quite different from the other areas of the hotel. In this area, I could feel a deep and clutching angst. I felt the presence of something unhuman and dark. Will I say that it was demonic? No. What I will say is that the garage didn’t have a particular spirit that wanted to speak to me, but rather an elusive and dark energy that hid from me. After only a few minutes, I had to leave.
When I walked back around to see Mike and Amy, I explained what had just happened and gave specific details about the back addition. Mike did his best to hide a smile while I recounted these details and then laid the bomb on me, “that’s an apartment and where you will be doing your readings.” All I could say to this was, “Of course it is! Why wouldn’t it be?!” Mike laughed and asked if I thought it would be doable. I told him I would do my best and headed back into the building to set up my reading table.
Once everything was in place and to my liking, I went back out to the main entrance to meet all of the people that would be joining me and the Para Expeditions team for the event. The door opened and people started filing in. I greeted each person, shook their hand, asked for their name, and gave mine. It was a great crowd! I can’t go into every detail about every person, but you should know it was an awesome group.
After we did a ScareFest Valentine Basket Giveaway, we laid out a sheet of paper and asked for people to claim a spot for Tarot Readings. Many were very excited and signed up quickly, but a few others were apprehensive. In the end, they all signed up for a reading with me. Everything was good to go, so I grabbed the list and the first person I was to read. We headed to the back room through the kitchen and a small, dark hall.
When we sat down, I explained who I was and what I would be doing for them. Everything considered, this is how every first Tarot Reading goes. After we determined our topic, shuffled and spread the cards, I began reading and turning on my Psychic mind. Within minutes, I knew that I had my work cut out for me.
All of the information was coming to me felt muddied and distant. Reading after reading was like this. Every spread I did, every spirit that I tried to contact, seemed a million miles away. I did my best to dig deep and keep going, but I was expending tremendous amounts of energy. After the third or fourth reading, I was already feeling the strain.
Nearly every single spirit in that Hotel was standing over me, looming over me. There were so many strong energies, that my mind was overwhelmed. I was overwhelmed. I sat up in my chair and gave each client the very best that I could. In retrospect, I did fairly well and I am proud that I didn’t just quit. I stuck through it and gave each person my very best.
By the end of the readings, I was drained and obviously exhausted. This is what comes from being in a truly active location and trying to do Tarot. You have to block out absolutely everything and really tune in to what psychic information is being given to you. The process is intense, but I would do it again in a heartbeat.
Shortly after I packed up my reading table and fittings, I realized that I had to go to the restroom. I walked out of the room with a young woman named Morgan and we went out to meet the others. I said hello to everyone as I passed by and headed upstairs to go to the bathroom. At a good pace, I walked down the hall and started up the stairs.
Almost instantly, I was stopped three quarters up the staircase. The second floor hall was dark, quiet and very uncomfortable. Slowly, I continued upward and again I was stopped. Down the hall, I heard a single footstep and chills ran up my spine. Then again and quite to my displeasure, I heard a succession of several more footsteps and they were coming toward me. They were heavy and made the floorboards pop under the pressure.
As fast as I could, I turned and headed back down the staircase. Going to the bathroom would have to wait. Whatever was coming at me made it very clear that I was not welcome and that I needed to retreat and so, I did. You have to understand that when I feel tired or exhausted, I have zero desire to push my presence on a spirit; especially, a spirit that wanted me gone.
Back down the hall, I gathered my composure and strolled over to Mike to explain what had just happened. I spoke softly and quietly, “I have got to go to the bathroom and I will not be going back up there by myself. Is there any way we could all go up together?” Of course, Mike obliged and asked if the group wanted to go upstairs to continue their investigations. Everyone agreed and I was overjoyed; after all, I was finally going to use the bathroom. And as I did, the group congregated in the hall and started using dowsing rods to ask questions of the spirits.
Hands washed and nature’s call answered, I walked out into the hall and into the room I was to sleep in. In the room was Ron, Brendan, and Morgan. They were holding a private vigil in the room, using a K2 meter. As they asked questions, the lights on the K2 seemed to respond. They asked if the spirit knew that it was my room and if they were okay with me sleeping there, the response was a well lit, “yes.” Great! Just what I needed, a bedtime buddy. No, thank you.
We all went back out into the hall and met up with the others who were using dowsing rods to communicate with the spirits present. They were getting quite a few answers and an occasional period of nothing. One at a time, nearly everyone present had a chance to ask a question or explain what they were feeling. During this time, there was the sound of a floor board creaking in my room. To make matters worse, it came from under my bed.
Sitting on the floor next to me, with a pair of dowsing rods, Brendan asked the spirit in my room if they were happy I’d be sleeping in there. The rods crossed, effectively responding yes to his question. “Are you going to mess with Ken tonight?” he asked. Again, the rods crossed in agreement. This was the very moment I decided that I had experienced enough and that there was no way I was going to be staying in that room. I laughed it off and made a joke for everyone present. We chuckled and went on about the rest of the vigil.
When it was over, somewhere around 3:30 in the morning, the group was back downstairs and several people were taking their leave. These people were my girls Michele and Veronica. They had reserved a hotel room and were heading in that direction. I took their lead and decided that it was also my time to go.
I walked out front to see Mike and Amy Perry Lane having a break in the light drizzle. “So, um… I think I am going to leave, too. I am not sure that I want to sleep here.” I said in a conversational way, hoping they’d be okay with my early departure. In all their kindness, the both seemed worried about me driving so late and as tired as I was. I explained that I was fine and looked forward to getting back to my own bed. Mike and Amy gave me their love and I took it with me as I left the Roads Hotel.
In conclusion, I must say that the Roads Hotel happens to be one of the most active locations I have ever been to. It is very rare for me to be so uncomfortable in any building. The air is thick with history, good and bad. The building itself seems alive and with a personality of its own. Will I ever go back to the Roads? Yes. Will I ever spend the night? I guess we’ll have to wait and see. I know that the next time I go, I will have a separate hotel room booked, just in case.