Amy Venezia

For now, I am going to talk about the system. The system that Alicia has been thrown into…as well as countless others over time. I am going to talk about text messages and conversations between Alicia and I…and I am going to allow you, the reader, to hear about this system from someone who never thought she would be a part of it.

Can you imagine? Can you imagine being on a plane one moment…just having landed from a vacation and the next moment, you are being hauled off in a pair of handcuffs as you look at the horrified looks on not only your children’s faces…but every stranger you pass on the walk of shame through the airport to the ground transportation?

For part four, I am going to ask something of you, the reader. I want to ask you to imagine every single thing I say here…as if it were you.

Making our way up the stairs to the room, I am not going to lie, my stomach was in knots.

I know you probably want me to get on with it. You must be wondering what the hell my friend is being accused of?

If you remember from my first post, I have a friend from High School that is in some trouble. Actually, trouble is not even in the realm of the the ocean she is trying not to die in. She is in dire straights. She is facing 52 years in prison for a crime she adamantly denies being involved in.

I am a Medium and I work on missing person’s cases all the time. There are many people, both dead and living, that I have to read in cases and situations. This was no exception to me, except for the fact that I wanted to get her permission first.

A strange series of events led to me going for a visit to Cripple Creek, Colorado. Very strange indeed.

As a medium, there are some spirits that you will never forget. Some you actually learn from. Some you have an intimate and deep soul communication with than you have ever had with any living being. There are times when the communication is so amazingly crystal clear that even you become dumbfounded at the experience you are having. The spirit of Jane Mason McCully is one of those for me.

I don’t even know where to start with this one. I feel so much pressure to get this information out to the public, in hopes that it might set a plan in motion how to best help the spirits of the Lemp family members’ suffering…and I do mean suffering as they hang in the balance between the living and the afterworld.

Here is my main rub with those who “ghost hunt” – it seems more like ghost fishing to me.

I have been waiting to write this post for a long time now. I finally feel it is time for me to put into words some things that have been transpiring in me.

This was an absolutely abandoned area. It looks like a fallout shelter. In fact, the name of the geocache hidden there has “fallout shelter” in its title.

I’m not going to mince words here or hold back on my experience at this hotel.  To do so would only lessen the intensity of my experience and also misrepresent the influence it had on me and still has on me.

It first served as a hospital to the mining town, then it was a brothel, then a Masonic temple. It has been featured on Ghost Mines and The Dead Files.

I am very excited to write about The White Eagle mostly because I believe I am about to tell a story. A new story. One that has not been heard before. I believe something is about to be set right. That a few souls have waited for that rest in peace thing…until it got told.

I heard rumors that the Columbia Gorge Hotel was haunted, although I did not know to what extent or exactly by whom. At any rate, I picked up the phone and decided to call and try and book a room.

Where do I even begin with this one?