Salem 1692
So yes, my daughter and I went to Salem (again); back to the Homeland to recharge our Magic, to realign and balance our Chakras and to prepare for the upcoming Ascension and we had a few Ghostly experiences along the way. It is difficult to record such experiences for they happen so quickly and by the time it hits you it is over and done with AND the fact that we live in that realm 24/7 it is just normal to us. We make an acknowledgment most times, laugh it off and move on. So for me to consciously try to capture Spirit is not easy for me. I did get one faint EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomena), but our experiences went far beyond that. I keep forgetting that not everyone is like me and sometimes it would just be easier if you all could; it would make explaining this to you elementary.
Serendipity, Synchronicity or Coincidence? Sometimes a place calls to you and sets up everything from reservations, dog/house sitters, money, appointments and accommodations; a seed gets planted into the heads of the participants simultaneously and the Universe conspires to bring all of the elements together to manifest it into happening. This is how this trip to Salem came together for us. We had no intention, desire or previous mentioning of going there, but some times your Spirit Guides know better and they whisper in your ear and the ear of a companion, you begin discussing the possibility and the impossibility of how or when and when all appears futile and impossible and Serendipity or the Ghosts of Salem’s past open up seats on a plane, a room at a fully booked Inn, a check arrives in the mail and a loving relative offers to stay at your home to care for your furry beloveds – you just cannot say no, there is a stronger force at play here and the call beckons. I am convinced now that I am home and had time to process this whirlwind vacation that something or someone called us to go to Salem.
The Salem Inn- The 19th Century Inn that we were so generously accommodated is one of 5 buildings in the neighborhood of historically registered homes that consist of “The Salem Inn” and were assigned to The Peabody House (pronounced PEE-bi-DEE) not the PEE BODY that I was accustomed to and later learned that was how the English Settlers in the 1600’s pronounced it and so it stayed. We were the only guests the first night, but we would not have known it as the continuous running up and down the stairs and moving of furniture all night long kept us awake until the wee hours where we both slept heavier than ever; as if a magic potion was sprinkled on us forcing us into a deep and restful slumber. The accommodations were comfortable and inviting; like being whisked back to our past life home from 1874 and I find that I am longing for that home today, so much in fact that there was a model of this home sitting on my work desk when I returned (a gift from my boss with our company logo on it) and a movie that I was watching earlier had a home very similar with the same Colonial Yellow, Gray, Black and White. Nothing is a coincidence and something is trying to tell me something.
I will post a Gallery of photos at the end of this article so you can see how lovely The Inn is and maybe you will see something in the photos that I missed.
The Purpose and Goal and Experiences- Our focus really while in Salem was to eat, explore the museums and homes, shop, eat, play Pokemon Go…Yes, we are addicted and Salem is a wellspring chock full of Poke’ stops and unusual Pokies and get a reading from an old acquaintance not forgotten. Keeping ourselves focused on Pokemon Go was really beneficial to both of us. Salem has an incredibly high energy vibration from both the Light Side and the Dark Side; it takes more that just the mental protection preparation, talisman’s and crystals that are worn and carrying a High Vibration for the Light to protect yourself from all of the energy here- so diverting your attention to something as silly as a video game really helps one to ignore and absorb any unwanted entities. We visited every museum and attraction in Salem. Most are just commercial crap and slightly entertaining although educational to the time and nightmare of Salem in 1692. There were only three locations that we actually experienced anything besides at our Inn; The House of Seven Gables (highly recommended) my second visit to this historic location was just as beautiful as the first. The seaside English Victorian Gardens alone are worth the visit, but do venture in the House for a guided tour- we were immediately transported back to the late 18th and early 19th centuries and I could feel the life that occupied this regal estate long ago. The areas where we picked up the most activity was upstairs in the attic where the indentured slaves lived and downstairs in the kitchen, dinning and best rooms. I felt that although opulently appointed for the time, life was not easy there; Winters were worse. All the more pleasant to have a garden in the Summer to easy away the worry of a pending Winter of discontent. The second location where I was able to tap into extreme grief and loss of a child or children was at the “Witch House”. It is the only building directly linked to the Witch Trials of 1692 and although the Judge that owned the property lived in affluence, they suffered great losses, mostly the Mrs. of the abode. I have not verified this, but I felt a woman in mourning over the loss of multiple children; either through childbirth or illness over the years. The heaviness in the Master Bedroom was dense and stagnant and I felt as though I could not breathe. I had to leave the room as my daughter walked in and experienced the same impenetrable energy. This was her favorite location. I felt at home in both of these and other locations as the use of plants and herbs was prevalent prior to the industrial age; people relied on their knowledge and use of natural remedies for health, illness and life. They cooked extensively with herbs as well. These items connected me to the period and were another clue in my puzzle of past lives that has me questioning if maybe I was a “Witch”. The third location in Salem that caused a physical reaction was the Cemetery. While walking the perimeter and observing the memorial of the victims we were fine. It was not until later in the day when we decided to cut through the Cemetery as a short cut did we experience almost an immediate sickness. Both my daughter and I felt as though we were going to throw up and our heads hurt instantly as well. We exited to the left, only 50 feet or so into the cemetery, and did not take the short cut… the sickness and pain left us as soon as we stepped on this stone: 
Shortly after this, my daughter was not the same. It was if a switch flipped and she became extremely irrational with me, belligerent and angry. It came out of nowhere and continued for several hours where she broke down and cried and cleared away the energy. It nearly ruined what was left of our vacation as we were both packing to leave, me trying to find a way to the airport or home as she was leaving me in Salem. No matter how much protection you have, you never know what can creep in and attach to you; be warned!
The Reading- For the last 9 years I had been reminiscing the last time that I had been in Salem. It was during Halloween week; another impromptu spur of moment trip with friends. A brief encounter left a profound imprint on me that I have never forgotten. During Halloween week, Salem hosts a Psychic Fair and each day leading up to Halloween when the big Ball occurs the town becomes more crowded and more crazy. My friends and I stopped in the psychic fair and purchased several tickets to have readings; you purchase the tickets for $5 or $10 and you go from table to table at your choice of at least 50-100 readers and if the chair is empty you hand them your ticket and sit for a 15-20 minute mini-reading. We each had 3. The only thing that I remembered from that experience was every table I walked by I was greeted with a look of fear and several had said that I had Archangel Michael walking with me … I almost thought it was a gimmick. One woman was so afraid for me she wanted to know why I needed Michael with me. The readings did not leave an impression on me. As we walked through the town other people were bringing up Archangel Michael walking with me. We stumbled upon a tiny New Age Book Shop… Pyramid Books at the far end of town on Derby Street. No displays in the windows and the windows are covered over yet I felt a pull to enter. I stepped inside with trepidation, fear and excitement; my two boys reluctantly in tow. The smell of patchouli and smoke permeated the air and a fog hung through the dim sunlight beaming in through small cracks of the window coverings. Racks and rack of books lined the aisles in the front left and to the right tables of crystals and other New Age wares with the main station glass cases in the middle with the owner and cash register. Nothing has changed in 9 years with the exception of the smoke. I perused the shop looking for something and not knowing what it was that I was longing for when I sparked up a conversation with tall, 6’5″ older gentleman; his name is Doug. We chatted about the books on the shelves; he asked me what I was looking for- almost as if I was lost (I was). He said that he was a little afraid of me and my power; my power that I have yet to realize. He then said “Why do you need Archangel Michael with you”? “Oh, here we go again”, I replied as I probably rolled my eyes. Mind you this was 9 years ago when I first met Doug. He then told me “There is another gentleman on your other side, he is as tall as I am- 6’5″, thick jet black hair and piercing blue eyes; he is about 30 years old”. I just looked at him like he had 3 heads because I did not know anyone of that description. “Wait, wait- he is telling me that you do not know him at this age or to look this way… you know him much older, with thick white hair and the same piercing blue eyes; he is telling me that he promised he would never leave you and that if you missed him all you had to do was look up at the Moon and he would be dangling off it blowing you kisses”, Doug belted out of nowhere! I almost collapsed right there in the aisle full of musty old spell books; there was no way in the world Doug could have known this and the exact details– this was my Grandfather and what he said to me not 1 day before he passed away; I never told anyone this- my first true heartbreak, losing the man that raised me and the only Father that I ever knew; it was profound. There were some other things that Doug had said to me that ultimately changed my life forever and pushed me on the path that I am on today; he even gave me his phone number and told me that I could call him for metaphysical advise anytime I needed him–I lost that number on the way home. I never stopped thinking about him and always vowed to find my way back to him if I could and we did.
Before we even booked this trip, I had called the shop and asked if a tall, thin older gentleman still did readings at the shop and the pleasant woman on the phone assured me he was still there!
As soon as he saw me he remembered me- “We have met before”!, he said “But you are not the same girl that I met before”. He commented that I have finally harnessed my gifts, we spoke of career, love, health, home, family and past lives. He told me that now is the time to self publish; I have been told this by a few of my psychic friends that this is my year coming up to get it written! Insider secret- most Mediums, Intuits and the like have a very hard time of reading themselves. I can read myself because I follow my gut and intuition, but it is hard to see the future, easier to feel the path- but it is like Bat Radar–I know which direction to go in, but I am blind to the details. Unfortunately, he sees me having to work my “day job” for quite some time, but gave me advice on how to capitalize. When it comes to love he said very nonchalantly “So now let’s talk about your relationship”. “I am not nor have I been in a relationship in a very long time”, I replied. “Oh yes you have, you know it and you know you have been in this relationship for at least 1,000 years”. My stomach flipped and churned, I wanted to run. “He is here in Massachusetts” -“Yes, yes he is, but….” He went on to explain my telepathic connection to my love, the centuries that we have spent together, the last 30 years of on and off and how I will never be able to cut, tear and break the bond that I have with this man; my heart sank again in disappointment. I have spent at least the last 20 plus years cutting cords, visualization, reconciliation, recommitting, uncommitting to the point of complete and total spiritual vomiting of this man’s soul; I committed to myself this year to be finished with him for once and for all and Doug told me that I will never get rid of him, however, I could learn to accept the situation for what it is and make space for that while opening up and allowing a bigger space for something- someone new to come in and fill that space! Then Doug looks me squarely in the eye and says “Now, I am not a Witch” “Neither Am I”, I responded instantly. Doug shoots me a roll of the eye look and stared into my eyes and said “OK, we aren’t labeling anyone today if you say so”??? “You are a great manifestor, you know how to harness the power of the Universe to get what you want if you really want it- is that not true”? “True”. He proceeded to give me a spell to use beginning with the upcoming Full Moon (so I need to start getting this shizz ready). I will follow Doug’s advice to the “T”. I am advised to follow this from the September Full Moon through the October Full Moon where I will release the spell out into the Universe and allow my new love to manifest any time after. It is interesting to know that between the Full Hunter Moon in October and the November Full Moon or Beaver Moon the Hindu Goddess Lakshmi is honored to welcome the Autumn and to bring true love and good fortune to all that include her in their ceremonies…so we will see what happens. Doug warned me to be very careful what I wish for because he could show up on my doorstep the very next day and never leave— I already have one that I will never get rid of. I worry that I am so comfortable with myself and I really like me for who I am; I never feel lonely or unhappy so I am having a difficult time opening up to making space in my life for another; I have 10 days from this writing to figure it out and open up my heart. Those were just the highlights of a very positive reading. My daughter also had an equally wonderful reading – not what she wanted to hear, but necessary!
Doug then proceeded to ask both me and my daughter, separately, about the ghost and entities that we have residing in our home back in Pennsylvania and gave us additional tips and tricks on how to deal with them. We almost do not even notice these ghosties as the activity here is mild compared to our last home, although the activity has picked up and they have started unscrewing the lightbulbs (like in our last home) however, all of the lights are in secured or covered fixtures that have to be unscrewed in order to access the bulbs. It is annoying. I will have to leave that for another article.
We are both still missing Salem and wishing that we lived there full-time (except Winter)- past life pulls us to these places and calls to us over and over again… it is our Souls remembering the lives we lived there Centuries ago!
xoxo -Kim Enjoy the photo gallery from this trip..