Winter 2012: 6 years in the making

The top of Big Powderhorn Mountain

–  there is a sun alive in each snowflake at midnight  –

The Frozen North is a prose and poetry blog I started in Winter of 2006. It is the beginning of this journey that I am on. I am at the end of the beginning of the end of an internal process that began at the same time I started the Frozen North blog. Lately that blog, that I have barely touched since I stopped using it Dec. 26, 2006 has been getting followers. So today I went back to it and updated some links, and invited the subscribers to that blog to come see me here. If you are one of those people,  Hi.

The photo above is the top of the hill where I live. It’s called Big Powderhorn Mountain, it is in Michigan. It is the opposite side of the hill I live on now. At the time of this photo, I lived down the side of the hill you are looking at. A couple of months after I took this picture, I moved up the other side of it. Which is what I focused on during my daily exercises at that time, moving to the other side of the hill. My exercises are now focused on other endeavors. If you want to see what they are, well, then just keep following this blog

Winter 2012 is another focus year. The beginning of a new journey.If there is one thing I would say to mark this occasion, it is that for sure, without question, love overcomes evil.

I finally sent out my chapter excerpt btw, so if you want one email subscribe and you’ve got it.

Love and light.

Rob

I am doing one post per day for the month of November, hopefully. Inspired by NaBloPoMo.

This is post number 8.

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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. 

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