Catfished at Broney's?

Or did we naively meddle with the multiverse?

If you missed my last post this is part two of Broney's hotel where I basically got my paranormal hazing. You can see a thing on it with one of the Paranormal teams I worked with locally on Ghost Detectives here.

Anyway... Three spirits and one very, very bad energy.

Back at Broneys Hotel. And in the the first hour and a half of our time of an investigation post my attachment experience and removal, we discovered names: Douglas, Alex and Theresa confirmed through my clairaudience and also through the Franks Box. The team and I also confirmed that they wanted help, and to us, at that time, that meant to be crossed over.

But another name eeked out of the Franks box. The fourth and last being "Helen". We all kind a looked at each other with that OH SHIT face.

Something felt off. That energy man, that stubborn holy moly did not want to leave.

I asked my paranormal comrades participating if they would like to assist me in opening the gates for those who showed up and declared help. All who were there that night complied.

This was definitely not expected or intended when we went into the venue. It was just another regularly scheduled investigation night. But when help is asked for, it must be given...(right Harry?)

I instructed everyone to hold hands and stand in a circle so that we could do 'the thing'.

Calling in the white light of Source, Universe, unconditional love and protection of Jesus Christ. A calm came over us. We were washed in assurance.

Then, after one of the male energies crossed, the white loving light went dark, the portal door closed and I was met with a monster in the darkness.

A gargoyle. A dragon.

A shape that resembled something to likes of both rocked my body back and forth while my feet stayed firmly planted on the floor.  As quickly as I could, I summoned Michael the Archangel. 

Never really sure if it's him, like "the actual, GUY -guy" but someone always comes - enters parallel through a window.... then boom, leaves the same way with whatever it is afflicting harm with it.

I want to point out at this time that the women in the group were strong. Their openness and courage gave me the strength to continue. We called the light back. The other two left human spirits crossed over as needed.

When we were finished what we through was our divine task,  a voice screamed loudly in my ear.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"

At that precise moment, one of the team members asked me what I thought Helen would have thought of this. Clearly she must have picked up on what was happening. "She's pissed." Which made no sense. Why would a "white witch" who everyone said was so awesome in life care if souls wanted to be crossed over? Why was she holding them hostage? Was she holding them hostage?

What the hell was actually happening here?

Another one of them men in our group consulted a pendulum. 

The things we discovered next with this divination tool were definitely not pleasant. 

It pointed to a negative energy disguising itself as "Helen" acting as a keeper of all the spirits who have passed on the premise.

Because the hotel is just that a place for energy (living and dead) to come and go, that makes it a portal in and of itself. It must be just one of the many reasons it was so active is that not just because it was so old and held decades of dead, but because it was a place for the dead to visit and pass through too not just stay.

As for whatever was disguising itself as Helen, everyone's favorite local white witch with the lovely occult library who loved to summon UFO's, well, the Angel took the weird being acting as the guardian dog of souls so to speak but left behind this particular angry thing.

But I can't help but wonder all these years later as I rehash this in retrospect, what if we got it all wrong?

What if we put our noses where we shouldn't have? Think about it, what do we actually know about the nuances of all the corners of the afterlife? We don't.

What if we fucked it all up with our paranormal meddeling and poked holes into some otherworldly space, time contract and "Helen" or the entity catfishing as with it's dragon, gargoyle guard dog was the keeper of some spirits who did some pretty messed up shit like locally? That property had some messed up stuff happen on it. MESSED UP. What if Douglas and Alex were "doing time there"? What the catholics refer to as 'purgatory'? What if we got it all wrong and she was the white witch protecting the time, space, contract and the land?

WHAT THE HELL MAN?

Also....

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