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Yes Virginia, Hotels are Haunted

black moving gif image for placeholder kindleThere is a Hotel near me in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan that is haunted, for sure. I lived there for two Winters and I had visitors like crazy. The room I stayed in the 2nd Winter  had a friendly ghost. He used to mess with me. At first I think he was trying to get to me because I always felt weird fear when he was around. Then I grabbed a chair, sat down in front of the corner I could feel him in and just told him “Look, I’m only here for the Winter, I do not have an issue with you being here and I do not mean any harm at all. As long as you are cool with me I will be cool with you.” Then I said  ”if there is anything I can do to help you I will do it, if you can figure out a way to tell me.” I told him, “You have a lot more options than I do right now, If I could walk through a wall, or travel like you I would be way gone, so just be cool OK?”

He was not there all the time, but I always knew when he was there, because he would bump through the walls and knock stuff around. I would come home from where I worked and I would immediately know if I was going to be alone that evening.

One time I asked him how he died, or what happened, why he is here.. etc. Later when I was cooking dinner in the downstairs part of the is killer huge Hotel room, I heard a thud upstairs in the sleeping loft, which is like a pretty good sized bedroom. I had just been up there drying off and getting dressed after my shower, which was my daily routine. I always light a candle after a shower, I’m kind of a big girly man that way. It is comforting. Then I put the candle out before I go down to cook dinner. When I went up there after the “thud”, my giant three-wick candle (you have seen those, right?) was on the ground in front of the mirrored dresser where it had been sitting. He did that, but he waited for the wax to cool off before he did it, I never had to clean up the wax. He is a very considerate ghost, at least to me. I place a candle close to the mirror so it  throws light, and so it is not close to the edge where it could fall and make a mess or start a fire,  it was not close to the edge. It was moved. 

Clara, a really far out old hippy lady who used to be a housekeeper years ago told me there had been a fire just a couple years after it was built in the 70’s. A man died in the fire. 

The wing where the fire happened was where I was the year before. I had experiences down there too, but they were more frantic and not friendly, like the ghost felt threatened or something. Those were really scary stories, at least to me, that I will not go into, because there is no point in fear. The lights at that part of the building are always burning out and there are electrical issues.. and the door to one of the rooms, for some reason, always finds a way to get stuck closed. Either furniture falls in front of it, or a lock malfunctions, or a key gets broken in it. Always the same room. That was the room I was in the first year. 

The next year, upstairs, once I talked to the guy he was OK with me. I think he knocked the candle over because he was trying to tell me what happened and who he was. I think he was a good guy in life, I hope he is ok and finds his way. There are a lot of lonely people walking around who have no one and no where to go. I do not know if that changes when we die. 

Another thing is there are pictures on the walls in the banquet room. People are having very happy days in those pictures. For some of these people it could have been the happiest day of their life. Maybe it was a wedding or some other really lovely day for them. Maybe that is just where they want to hang out because it was a good memory for them and it beats whatever other options they have. 

Everyone who is familiar with that giant archetypical haunted looking Hotel knows something is going on there. They hear the music turn on and the chairs and tables moving around in the defunct bar, they know about the dude who died in the fire, they all just know. When we see each other around we just give each other those knowing looks and weird smiles. No one really wants to talk about it I think. As I look back on it, you know, how hindsight is 20/20? I think everyone, or many people who knew I was a new person there, were just waiting for me to figure it out. It is a bizarre joint. But I really like it and i will never forget it. It is a special place. I hope they can all be a big, happy family, regardless of the dimension they reside in. 

Being vibrologically sensitive can be a weird thing. We are conditioned all our lives to ignore it and suppress it, and there are just so many efforts, whether conscious and willful, or  subconscious and implied to keep those senses dulled. All I can say at this point is two things. 1, everything I wrote above is 100% honest, and not just a Halloween story. And 2, love is far stronger than fear. 

Another true Halloween Story

Election Day and Halloween are suspiciously proximal

the monsters of november 4th

Good MORNING!! Why my vote means more than yours

image of an election ballot, with more names than just the Republican and Democrat Parties, but also the Greens, the Libertarians, the Constution Party, and even Rosann Barr's Peace and Freedom Party

The Democrats have at least figured out not to waste money on me by sending me their junk mail.. I wish the Republicans would.. [corny trumpet sound effects: waaahh waaahh wahhh waaaaaahhh]. Every day I leave a note for the mail clown not to leave me political mail, and every day he does not read it. What am I going to do with that bozo?

I am pretty happy to see more people getting off the two-party bandwagon. It is not  easy, but it seems like people are finally figuring out that we are going to have to make a break from this. The thing is, as long as things are kind of difficult right now, we are getting accustomed to difficulty, then why not just make the break? And as long as we are having to fix everything, let’s just start right from scratch.  Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, after all. It makes sense that it’s in the morning, BECAUSE  YOU WAKE UP .. thank you very much

It is a really nice day here in Michigan where I am located. It’s hard for me to remember right now that our Govt. has ended Habeas Corpus, passed indefinite detention (and that they are using it), that “innocent until proven guilty” is a thing of the past. Our government, more than ever, for the last 12 years has accelerated the process toward becoming an arbitrary, lawless institution ruled by the whims of egoists. There are two completely different sets of laws for the fierce minority of 560 or so that we elect to rule us, than for the voluminous mass of 350 million who have become their subjects. Why do we tolerate them again?  Personally, I find it essentially irrational to be loyal to people who lie to me and treat me like shit. So do you.  Stop hitting yourself.

Look, at this point, it does not matter very much which non-two-party candidate you vote for. Just do it. You know you want to. Don’t fall for the games.

You know you want to. Follow your heart.

I am  writing-in a Candidate, not only because I really love the idea behind the Prime Law Amendment to the Constitution that she promotes, but because Michigan would not cooperate with her attempt to get on the ballot. Another “small government” Republican waving the broken magic wand of bureaucracy, and creating problems where none exist.

And don’t talk some crazy shit to me about how it is a “wasted vote”.  It’s my vote, it’s not your vote. People did not die for my right to vote so you could berate me because I will not vote for candidates who do not believe in the essential rights of Individuals, who unilaterally strike down Habeas Corpus and the right of innocence until proven guilty, and who have zero interest in self-determination for all people, but rather super-determination for a permanent, essentially non-elected ruling class.   MY VOTE MEANS MORE THAN YOURS if you are the one supporting that.