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I have just been fighting writing in my blog for the last month!  Every time I sit down to write, I'll get

halfway through an entry and become distracted!  It's strange, but I've actually got an overabundance of things to say, without

the focus to get them down!  Time to balance!

In any case, to ease myself back into writing here regularly, I thought I'd share a really interesting experience I've had in my new home.  I'll preface my story by saying that, having been born a medium, enc

ountering people in spirit is nothing new for me; but rarely have I come across a place with such co

nstant activity as I have here in Utah, of all places!  To be honest, before moving here I knew very little about the state, aside from its strong roots in the Mormon com

munity.  And the location of our house, high in the hills literally on the edge of a national forest, would never

have given away any indication of high traffic visitations outside of the 4-legged "regulars" - a coyote pack, a family of rabbits and a bobcat we affectionately named, "Bob."  In fact, in moving here, I fully expected to exerience far fewer interactions with spirits than in the city.  Silly, I know - people in spirit are a ubiquitous as their bodied counterparts; nevertheless, having never lived outside the city and having almost never travelled, it's what I absentmindedly figured.  As it turns out, nothing could be furth

er from the truth!

Follow up:

When we found our place on Craigslist, my beau, who already lived in the state, decided to check it out before I came up the following weekend.  Not surprisingly, considering his mountain-man inclinations, he loved the area, which is surrounded by pine trees and rolling hills.  The house, which is a bit...strange (I'll explain in a moment), is nestled snugly on the edge of a foothill; we have the most beautiful scenery from our bedroom.  After seeing the pictures he'd taken on his visit, I was more than a little excited for a visit of my own!  Actually, I was also nervous...I wasn't exactly sure why, but I just got an uneasy feeling about the place - not negative, just somehow unsettled.  I shrugged it off to a combination of nerves over the potential of moving out of a town I'd lived in half of my life and just being silly since the front of the house is built in the old "barn-style" cabin fashion like the Amityville Horror house, lol.

When my beau took me to the house for the first time, it became completely clear why I'd had such trepidation: there was a lot of energetic activity inside and on the land - none of it negative, but just as I'd felt when I saw the picture: unsettled.  As it turned out, the house had had 3 occupants over the previous several years and had been vacant for almost a year.  It wasn't hard to see why; the layout of the house made me uncomfortable at first because it literally reminded me of the Winchester house in northern California (I've never been there, but know about its history).  The previous owner had built onto the original cabin in the most bizarre fashion - leaving strange doorways cut into walls, leading into room additions with walls and ceilings painted a deep azure blue.  That in and of itself left the house with a strange energy - again, nothing negative, just...unfinished.  The shape of a space has a lot to do with how energy moves within that space, so when you have a house that's built in a bizarre, haphazzard fashion, it can not only affect the energy within it, it can also affect the human psyche, since we come to expect the layout of places to meet certain criteria for comfort and familiarity.  In any case, back to the non-corporeal occupants...As I walked around the house, I could clearly feel 2 people (spirits) keeping an eye on me, so to speak, but neither showed themselves to me.  As we were about to leave, though, my beau walked around to the other side of the house to check something out while I stood with my back facing the house, enjoying the scenery and taking in the much-needed sunshine.  After about 5 seconds of standing there, though, I once again got the distinct feeling I was being watched and, turning around, caught a glimpse of a woman in 19th century garb standing in a second story window, looking down at me.  It was seriously like a scene straight out of a movie, lol.  She was clearly uncertain whether or not she wanted us there, so the feeling was a little discomforting - she made it very clear I had to be up to muster to get her approval!  lol

When we moved in, we made that room hers - making sure the animal kids stayed out and saying hello when we passed.  For the first month we were here, she literally stayed in that room - I never felt her anywhere else in the house.  After a while, though, she began to pay me visits in the living room and kitchen area - always when my beau was at work.  She also began to tell me a little about herself, including her first name: Fanny (she also said there's another girl here named Sarah).  It was actually pleasant having her around; I was new to living in the woods, so having someone else to keep an eye on things made me feel a little...safer.  And then she let me know why she's here...and I began to see the others (including a less-pleasant man who, thankfully, stays in our basement and made every effort to make me feel less than welcome for a long while).  Fanny told me that "something bad" had happened and I assumed it had happened here.  What I found out after talking with my boyfriend (who had failed to tell me what I'm about to tell you until I pried it out of him) is that, about 10 minutes from where we live was one of the worst massacres in the history of the U.S.  Over a hundred men, women & children who were part of a wagon train headed for California were ambushed and brutally killed by a local militia.  It's a fascinating and tragic story and one that, apparently, still has repercussions, even today.  Fanny has never told me exactly what happened to her and I've never asked.  I did some research after finding out about the massacre and I know what happened to those people - and it was horrible.  Fortunately (and somewhat surprisingly) the area wasn't tainted by that horrible event - this house and this area are very peaceful.  And now that Fanny and the "others" (the man in the basement is the only other person who, as far as I can tell, are "regulars" - but I run across many others "passing through" on a regular basis) know me and my family, we are happy to call this place our home.