Yes, it's true. I find spirits in a hotel other than at the bar. J
Last weekend, my
friend Amanda and I went to the FenCon Conference in Addison. I won't bore you
with the crap the hotel's accounting office put me through, except to say: if
you ever stay at the Crown Plaza in Addison, Texas, check your bill closely,
both before you check out and even afterwards on line asap. Their accounting
department is totally inept. I don't do billing shocks well in the mornings
while I'm still injecting coffee, and this one lasted several days, and still
cost me extra.
The ghosts and
spirits who demanded my attention during the conference were in good company
with the creative, outgoing fen- and filk-folk attending. There were sci-fi and
fantasy and paranormal authors, bands, publishers, and just plain fun-folk. I
imagine the entities could easily feed off the abounding high energy levels. Amanda
and I cornered … uh … politely asked a man to take our picture, but this was
the day after I looked like a pumpkin for my book signing/selling table:
Next year I'll
try to remember to have someone take a picture of me in more fun clothes.
My friends Floyd
and Sarah Brigdon were in charge of the children's room this year, but they got
out once in a while. This is Sarah with an entourage of some of her charges:
Sarah does a
But back to my blog
subjects: ghosts and spirits. This time, I'm fairly certain that at least two
of the entities I encountered were spirits. There was a dealer's room where
lots of books were for sale, but also some amazing displays of photos and other
unique items. My favorite, where I spent far too much money, was a display by
That Pagan Chick. She gave me a discount of 10% because I had my voter's
registration card with me, and that helped a little. I also enjoyed chatting
with her a bit.
While we were
talking about something, I got distracted. Probably the reason I've forgotten
what we were discussing is because the distraction was a spirit. His energy
indicated he was standing on my right, and I kept glancing in that direction.
However, he didn't visualize, and with all the traffic past her display, I
didn't think it would be a good idea to go off into one of my tiny trances to see him. With what she sold, I knew she
would understand when I finally asked: "Is there someone close to you
who's in spirit and might want you to know he's still around?"
brother," she answered immediately. "Is he here?"
I replied. "He just wants you to know."
"He comes around frequently. Thank you."
I finished my
purchases, one of which was a great t-shirt for my husband, Barney. He's still
a bit leery of the paranormal. Well, leery is good for all of us at times.
Across the front, the shirt says: It's …
behind me, isn't it? I love it! And he even wore it to his doctor's
There were some
passing "feelings" of energy a few times, at least two of which I
sensed were ghosts hanging around the hotel. However, I didn't stop and focuse
on any. I experience that often and would never get anything done if I paused
to communicate with every ghost or spirit I encountered. Then my friend, Carl,
showed up. He's a member of our writer's group, and he and his wife, Judie, own
the farm where Angela and I banished the demon. Carl and I greeted each other,
then left the sign-in desk looking for Amanda.
realized someone was tagging along with Carl. He's in the midst of a somewhat
stressful period, and the person with him was a spirit, not a ghost. I'd felt
spirits out at his home, also, more than once. No ghosts hang around there now;
they all crossed over on the same day we banished that nasty demon.
The three of us
attended a workshop, which we enjoyed. Yet this spirit kept nudging me to pay
attention to her. I'd at least recognized her gender. I was interested in the
authors who were reading selections from their work and the comedy actions
going along with them, and I tried to ignore the lady.
We split up, and
Carl and I headed off to listen to the keynote speaker while Amanda went for a
swim. We sat near the back of the room, which I do sometimes when I'm not sure
I'm going to stay for an entire hour of something. This spirit lady grew
totally insistent that I tell Carl she was with him. Her energy surged stronger
and stronger. I think she was feeding off Carl's stress; however, she really
did want to contact him. Eventually, she grew downright pushy and demanding. I
gave her the courtesy of tuning in to try to determine her name, but she wasn't
very polite on her end.
discovered who she was from Carl a few minutes later, I could partially
understand her actions. She was elderly and perhaps had the same attitude I do
at times. Although I wouldn't exactly call myself elderly, I am of the opinion that I've lived long enough not to
tolerate boredom or rudeness. And, frankly, the speaker was not engaging my
interest at all. I was getting ready to sneak out of the room. Maybe the woman
knew that and wanted my attention first.
I didn't want to
cause a disturbance by speaking to Carl and bothering the other attendees. Some
of them looked like they were actually listening, and I kept mentally pushing
her away as I built up my courage to exit. She was more insistent than me!
Finally, I wrote a note to Carl and nudged him to read it.
Do you know a Marsha or Martha or Mary? I wrote. Someone with an "M" name? I
knew he would understand, since he'd been around my paranormal gifts often.
He looked at me and
frowned. Then leaned over and said, "What?" pointing at the paper.
O.K. I know my
handwriting is pretty bad, so I whispered what I'd written in his ear.
At first, he
shook his head negatively. Then his expression lit up and he nodded a yes.
was named Mary," he murmured back to me.
Yes! the spirit told me. Tell him I'm here with him.
with you. I'll tell you about it in a while. Right now, I … uh … oh, I need to
go to the bathroom."
Since he was on
the outside seat, he turned his knees aside and let me pass. After the workshop
broke up, we chatted a little more about Mary.
"She and I
were very close," Carl said. "Is she really here?"
what she said," I replied. "I think she's here to support you right
wonderful of her," he said.
It's nice when my gift allows me to make someone else feel good.
I'm working on a
new story. I've titled it Dragon's
Dishonor. It's a short story; well, as short as I can write. My sister once
complained about the long emails I wrote to her. My niece said, "But,
Mommy, what do you expect? She writes books!"
My Facebook page
has the new cover I'll be using for this story, another one of Angela's
masterpieces. http://www.facebook.com/tranam.simmons I hope to get
it up next week … if I get my butt back to work and finish it. So I better go.
coming! It will be here before we know it. Yippee!