A Curse in Jim Thorpe?

One regularly scheduled meeting with my friend & mentor, Arlene Duggan, I felt two male spirits with us so I made it known.

"Let's see who it is, shall we?" She suggested.

I tuned in.

A man, In his forties, red flannel shirt, twiddling his thumbs.  Anxious.  I noted.

"He's with the land. He's the last of his family line. They migrated from England. He's portly, not obese but a bigger man. " Arlene added.

"I see goats. Two." I chuckled.

"And chickens, dogs and a small cottage."  Arlene said.

How lonely he must have been. I'd felt uneasy, lonely if you will since a dream I woke up from that morning and needed to recenter during my time with her. Arlene had a way of soothing me. Spirits visit was unexpected. Arlene: "He's showing a gun, a hunter, gatherer type, lived off the land."

I noticed him fiddling with his pageboy cap. "What year did you die I asked." 1941 revealed itself to me in my third eye like the credits of Star Wars. "Why are you here?" I blurted.

"He doesn't know. He's never been inside the house before." She laughed.  Glad she has a sense of humor about this stuff. "What we are up to, we called him here." Arlene answered.

Confusing. I didn't know him nor ask for anyone in the spirit to join us. I was just hoping for some peace of mind meditating and some light astral travel honestly.

"Our light, our energy brought him here. It's like we tuned him in. He doesn't understand it either." She went on.

"Thank you for coming then. You're free to go." I mumbled. "The spirit in the kitchen..." Arlene didn't skip a beat. "Is Joe Boyle."

"He's always at our sessions." I added.

"You called him here."  She answered. "How? I didn't petition him.

"By mentioning him earlier." She's right. I did mention the strange way in which he had passed, in a Memorial Day parade float accident.  It still haunted me. I was sixteen when it happened. It was so very surreal yet typical of our community.  I have this theory that Jim Thorpe (the town) and its surrounding areas are under a Native American curse of sorts because there is a great supernatural quality to the accidental deaths that have occured. Or maybe that's just the way death rolls now that I have a better or bigger understanding of it. But at the time, I couldn't help but wonder if Joe Boyle's death was is in fact tied to Jim Thorpes bones being buried in a town he never set foot in without his tribe or family. Joe Boyle was a reporter, editor and co-publisher of The Times News and the primary advocate to bring Mr. Thorpe's body here to what was previously known as Mauch Chunk and revitalize our community which had become severly impoverished. And then you know, accidents like kids flying out of pick up trucks, bodies landing in trees, murder, handfuls of carbon monoxide deaths, a tractor trailer driving through a home while a family ate dinner, I could go on and on but you get the very weird and grim horror movie esq picture. Maybe it was just me being raised on the gory genre and my imagination getting away from me. Maybe I just knew too much about the broader population because my dad was the Chief of Police.

Back to Arlene and Mr. Boyle. She channeled that spirit took him away that day. Joe was getting "up there" in years and his guides and ancestors didn't want him to grow old or get sick and have people shake their heads when they thought about him. No, they wanted him to be remembered profoundly, to go out with a bang or a broken parade float to say the least.

REALLY?

Nothing about a Native American curse.... Deep breath.

On this unbelievable occassion, I felt the need to apologize for my eighth grade class at St. Joe's. Mr. Boyle had done so much for our school.  He had started our newspaper & one spring day, we bamboozled him with petty complaints of how certain kids were getting special attention. The old man broke down and cried. Our teacher ripped us up after.

"That was my sissy side."  Arlene interuppted. She said he chuckled and made light of the situation. While I had picked up on the forty something english hunter gatherer, I could not pick up on Mr. Boyle's vibe because of my emotional ties to him. I wanted so badly to believe her. To be released of the catholic school guilt.

When we were wrapping things up I needed to know if the men that visited that evening were certainly crossed over. I truly was worried about Jim Thorpe being cursed and Joe being a ghost especially because he kept coming to our meetings.

"Indeed they are. They can come and go as they please."

Arlene explained that because she works in Christ energy no demons or ghosts would dare ever come into her house.  The only people that would come to us, are those who want to communicate with someone among us or if they need help.

I supposed she politely reminded me of this because I opened up our meeting by revealing a vivid dream I had the night before.  It wasn't the dream that startled me. 

It was the voice I experienced when I immediately opened my eyes and realized I was again among the living and no one was in the room with me:

"Hell is full.  That is why you have your work cut out for you here."

Arlene widened her eyes and told me to call in the Holy Spirit at night when I go to bed and to remember to protect myself often in and out of the paranormal work. She suggested I use opal under my pillow to hide from unwanted and negative energies and agreed that I did have my work cut out for me. She saw ghosts and demons in my future but begged me not to focus on what's to come because of more important things that were right in front of me, like my child.

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I loving memory of Arlene Duggan. My friend and mentor. My first reading with her was 2001 when she told me the Goddess ISIS was guiding me after my near death experience and that I was a medium! She was a huge blessing in my life. Loving, but no bullshit. I miss her & our earthly relationship tremendously.

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