Ceramic item from the old MGM Hotel

To round out my "vintage items of various mediums" that are linked to the MGM, I received the small ceramic Jim Beam bottle from 1975. I'm digging this item and will probably end up keeping it as I like old bar stuff in general, unless I get something telling me to pass it on. I can't find out anything about this mini bottle online, but I like it.

Decided to look on ebay one more time. Found some other old photographs related to the fire that I felt were very fucked to actually have on ebay... and so I rescued them. I felt compelled to rescue them as they has no business being up for auction actually. I felt gross about paying for them (minimal, but still), but they literally had part of my Twitter user name in the listing also (Macabre - yeah, no shit!) so I guess I'm their custodian until I figure out what I'm supposed to do with all of this collection of stuff. Start my own mini museum? LOL Seriously, what am I DOING? 

Another super restless night with me waking up at 1:40 am again, with no words to remember this time, just woke up in a sweaty panic. Couldn't really settle after that. I'm completely exhausted.

The shop has been quiet. I have noticed everyone around here (including myself) doesn't feel good. We all have some "issue", whether it be stomach, aches, toothaches, headache, etc. We are supposed to get a big snowstorm starting sometime later tonight and it feels really weird energy wise in general, I assume from the mixture of dread and excitement around the PNW in general. 

I had Eula Lee talk to me today so far but that's it. I felt the boys trying to give me a boost earlier and I thanked them. So far they seem to be listening to me after our talk. However, my sage spray (easier and quicker than a full on saging) has temporarily vanished. I have lost two bottles into the black hole of this shop now. Hahahahah!!!

I keep meaning to pull more Tarot cards but then forget. Extra forgetful. 

Onward we go!

It's after noon - I waited until then to document the last 18 or so hours, short enough to remember but not too long to forget.

After the apparition  (Here's a selfie I took immediately after it happened to see how high it was - the look of bewilderment on my face is only half-manufactured for Jax's benefit - ha!) the rest of the afternoon was quiet at the shop. 

I got downtown to the public building to pick up Dave from work, moved over in the passenger seat to wait and was chilling out, voiceclipping Jax as per usual when it happened AGAIN. 

You know when you're a kid and you all open the doors and run around the cars to switch seats, and you run all low and creep around the car? That's what it did. This time it was definitely grey like smoke (yet somehow a definitive shape of humanoid?), and it popped up and crept down from the front cornerpanel to the back corner of the car and then disappeared. Unlike last time this sucker was FAST. And once again I happened to be recording when I saw it. I was much more excitable this time, because anything that moves very FAST causes me alarm in general (i/e mice, grasshoppers etc).

I wasn't scared, just startled. I didn't feel threatened. And my dad laughed and laughed.

And like clockwork, like he always does, out came my reliable, stable, sane, pillar of calm spouse to ask me WTF happened and insure me I wasn't either in the Matrix or losing my fucking mind. 

Got home, not even going to lie, smoked a big fat bowl because I was so stressed out and when I smoke weed THEY SHUT UP and I needed some sweet relief. Sent big love to my peeps as I went to sleep as per usual.

Woke up, sat STRAIGHT UP at 1:40 am, "WRITE IT DOWN" in my head. Literally that the three words I woke up with were THAT important and they must be exact. I fumble for my phone and email out "Pinkie Swear" and a name to myself as I shake. I was unsettled as I literally know no one with this particular name, but I'm being told "They will recognize it, but you have to post it in two places." Couldn't sleep much the rest of the night.

So one was Twitter. The other is here.

PINKIE SWEAR. It's for you, and you know it. Message me back, already. <3

The morning comes around and I am told by Eula Lee - thank god she's back on duty, if it was another "Dad Day" I couldn't take it. She told me the name I heard is my past life brother's name, and confirmed the other fact that I'm not going to tell anyone but Jax until he figures it out.

But I'll drop one more hint for you... 

My name was Trent. 

ONWARD!

Had a chance to read the MGM Fire Book last night. Wow wow wow. It confirmed basically all of my research with the exception of now I'm not entirely sure that John Ashton broke out the window of Room 2115. There is no note of that in the official Fire Report (there is a column to answer yes or no and it is blank). There are lots of photos I hadn't seen before. I knew that John wanted me to read this but I got confirmation early:

So here we go - Page 19:

Confirmation of the Priest, as mentioned before from the video:

Also, remember my weird "I'm not even supposed to be here today?" that I got early on into this research? 

All of the objects from the old MGM that I bought off of ebay continue to just be "regular" old items. I'm still waiting for the message to tell me what I need to do with them when I'm done with our visit in April. I feel like they should be together in a museum together somewhere. Particularly the star and the photos that hung on the wall. If anyone is actually reading this and has any ideas please let me know. 

The book also helped me understand some of the older photos that I purchased off of ebay also. The Bonanza was torn down to make room for the MGM Grand, so that explains this shot:

And this shot (one of the ones I felt strong energy from) is actually the remodeled post-fire re-opening:

So that was kind of neat to confirm what some of the shots were.

I'm going to re-read the book again at least one more time before we go, and bringing it with also.

Interesting note: The appendix in the last part of the book that lists the fire victims has John's age listed incorrectly as 46 when it was in fact 36.

Edit to Add: And apparently now MY grandmother is hanging out with Jax.

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING????

Two entries in one day.

For the first time in my life I saw an apparition today.

I was in the office voice clipping Jax telling her about all of the high weirdness today with equipment failure yet again and I saw something walk behind my chair and block out the light that was coming in through the window.

It was not a car going by outside blocking the light. The office floor is squeaky and there were no squeaks, all the boys were out working on the ovens.

My monitor is very reflective and when its dark acts like a mirror, and something walked at a normal pace behind me and I was aware enough to see where the top of what looked like its head was. It wasn't black but it wasn't grey- it wasn't transparent but it wasn't solid. I could see it from the head to the waist, and the top of the head came up to a point on the bulletin board behind me.

I went and stood next to it immediately afterwards and whatever it was had to be about 5'4", because I'm 5'7" and I could see where the top of my head was versus where whatever walked by was about three inches shorter.

Which means it can't be my 6'5" father or my 6' grandfather that hangs out here at the shop sometimes.

Was it the mysterious "Jake"? I don't feel it was whatever hangs out upstairs. I still don't know who he is. I didn't even get his name, Jax did. He won't show himself to me.

I guess they knew I was serious about saging them out if they don't stay the hell away from the heavy equipment. Haha! The only ones that have been inside the office before are My Dad, Bob and Marty.

Strangely - immediately after I saw it I struggled to pinpoint what I saw - it is like my mind wanted to disbelieve it even though it was as clear as it could possibly be. I know they showed themselves while I was recording so I could listen to it back as I was describing what I saw. It was very strange, and my heart stopped for just a moment, but I wasn't afraid.

Today isn't even over and it's been one of the weirdest days of my life!

ETA: Just got a shipping notice on an item I have coming through Etsy... sellers name? John. I can't escape Johns! Ha!

This is starting to become a real problem.

I work in a shop, in a low income neighborhood close to Vancouver Lake. It's next door to an elementary school, and there are only six of us that work here. We are a close knit group of people, I'm the only female (as usual).

It's haunted, but with the massive increase in my mediumship abilities in the last six months (ugh, I can't even believe I'm typing that, but it's my reality) the shop has been completely off the chain nuts. We have electrical surges, broken equipment, and something always breaks every single day here. It's a big joke that the day everything works will become our official holiday. 

Well this morning when I went to thaw out the car I heard my dad chuckling from the back seat. My dad hangs with me at the shop and pops in and out throughout the day, so to have him with me that early was unusual - usually if someone is going to ride in with me it's Eula Lee. 

I asked him what was so funny and I was basically told to get ready for a wild day. I told my husband what was up and asked him to be extra vigilant driving in on the ice this morning. I had massive anxiety that something bad was going to happen and to be careful. 

Got to work okay, one of the boys beat me and had the powder coating ovens fired up. It became apparent that we have a cracked bearing in one oven. Sucks. We have our staff meeting (with my traditional Wu-tang Wednesday Motivational song lol) and then... one of the bearings on the other oven EXPLODES all over underneath the small oven.

"Told ya," - Dad pops in my head. REALLY?????

Jax sends me a message - what the hell is going on there? Crazy energy? HAAAAA

We are fucking short circuiting this place. Now not only do I have Dad, Bob, Jake (the hider) and Marty (the prankster), I have one upstairs that won't let me identify "it". They are hanging around here too much because I'm talking with them now and it's too much energy. 

So much like my staff meeting with the boys, I threatened to sage out every last one of them if they don't start playing nice and let them know that they have to take shifts or this place is going to not be able to stay open. We had two forklifts with issues last week. It's NUTS. So I reminded them that if they like this little misfit family here and like me being here to talk to them to knock it the hell off. I explained to them this place is literally the lifeblood of us all, and it's up to them to help me not overload it. I told them that if they don't stop I'll have to quit and move on. 

I'm concerned that the not nice thing came from the land a mile away down by the railroad tracks and trailer park that Eula Lee told me was cursed. I asked Dad and Bob and Marty to get it under control. 

We'll see if that works. LOL. 

Weekend happenings.

Friday night Dave and I went to see Interpol at the Keller Auditorium. Of course I was in semi-zen state for the opening band and started to be talked to. I was curious and opened up - first was Jessica. I got the number 9 in my head and she showed me a porcelain doll with brown hair and eyes and gingham blue dress. Often I won't get the actual face in my head but a photo of something that the spirit "looks like". Sometimes they show me what I would call a "Glamour Shot" - a view of them when they looked at their prime, or how they want to be known as. I feel Jessica drowned nearby.

Oddly enough, it was like she was swinging midair (her energy) in the area in the middle above the stage - she was resting on something but there wasn't anything there?

She then told me about Frank, who then flashed a photo of the actor that played the custodian in the "Smells Like Teen Spirit" video, which apparently is my code word for "Custodian." He didn't want to be seen, so I left him alone. They both warned me about entity number three, which I just got a brief impression on from the first balcony near the emergency exit and then it moved on as it wasn't to be seen. It was something not human, so I shielded them all off at that point and tuned back in to the show.

Which was wonderful. "Pioneer to the Falls" in those gorgeous lights will stay with me forever. Didn't cry, but almost. ;)

What did cause me to cry this weekend. All I have to say about it is that I FOUND HIM.

I've found two past life siblings before (one male and one female), and I know how this works. It's when I hear their voices, and it starts with a de ja vu, and then a strange attraction that I have to pick apart (especially if it's layered, with a past life relationship/chemistry - like I had instantly with Mark and had to pick the layers apart to get at the true relationship). Of course he's a "minor celebrity" which I give zero fucks about, except that it put him on cable and I heard his voice and was stopped in my tracks as I was walking through the living room.

Initially I thought it was just a great fucking voice, because it is, and I googled him instantly and couldn't believe I hadn't seen him before.

This was 2014. I was still at the boatyard and was being entertained by who I called "George" (turns out real name is actually Grover - close, but I was still on lockdown) and the fun little haunting happening there. Caught a fun moment on my cell phone, tweeted it to this person. Got a "like", felt good having shared, carry on. 

Got off of Twitter after the election because it was boring. I DVRd the rest of the TV series he was on, even though I hate TV in general. Enjoyed it, checked out some of his other work, moved on. Always followed his work loosely since.

Back on Twitter in 2018 as part of the Tumblr purge for all of us "Fannibals." Notice oh yeah, I followed him a few years ago. Begin interacting again. Super fun. Can't stop. CANT. STOP. Why?? I talk to thousands of people on Twitter but I go there for him. 

The dreams started. I'd wake up with my heart pounding but not fully remember except we were together. Spirit guided me to go back to the recording of when I had a past life regression a few years back, from the psychic that I thought was a total joke because she talked about shit like Dragons and Leprechauns and Elves. 

Well, I listened to it a few years later (she told me to record it and I did - this weird shit is like a grenade, I'm telling you) and instantly as I listened to myself sob through being regressed (I remember very little of this) his face popped in my head and I knew it was him - J. WTF???

I sat on this information for a day or two because it sounded totally fucking batshit. "Um, yeah, this celebrity on Twitter that follows me is my past life brother, oh and we were a pair of mated jungle cats once."

The cat thing was fun but didn't work. It was an experiment because we both wanted to be parents and thought our offspring would be amazing. HA. 

Saturday night my dad wouldn't leave me the fuck alone. Starts telling me details about our life together and our relationship and that it's important that I share them with my past life brother, J. He keeps nagging and nagging and so I am like "FINE". I pull up Twitter and fucking channel it to a PM. I don't remember typing it, I know I was typing but its like my hands weren't mine. I didn't read as I typed, I just typed as my hands shook.

I still can't fucking believe I did it. If I had been thinking about it I definitely would have at least kept the fucking cat thing out lolol

And then because I was completely out of my fucking mind I sent it without reading it. Immediately went into full blown panic, went to the fridge and cracked a hard cider and pounded half of it. LOL. Dave is like "What the hell? You ok? You haven't had a drink since Thanksgiving," and all I could tell him is "Spirit Shit." Which then he just nods, confirms I'm ok and goes back to his NORMAL FUCKING LIFE hahahhaah!!!!! He knows when it all falls in line I'll fill him in. 

I pull a Tarot card - The Magician. New Beginnings. Good Omen.

So I tell Jax. She's like "Yeppppp, this all makes perfect sense, it's why you're like magnets, it's why Detroit was bad for your family, you had to literally grow apart first but leave breadcrumbs, you're too alike, etc etc."

There's two sibling pairs, at least. There's one more detail, but I haven't told ANYONE or even written it down, as that's the final detail that he needs to put together as a sense of validation. When the final piece of the puzzle came to me last night as I was meditating and opening myself up as I went to bed (I felt him popping in and out to feel me and both Jax out all day, he also had someone read me - which is GOOD, I can't just tell him this shit, he has to figure it out too).

So I opened my heart and sent all of my unconditional sibling love to him. I am pretty sure it was received, as I felt pure JOY and literally wept. Even if this goes no further than me telling him and having him never talk to me again, I feel like he's going to feel the truth. And I feel the joy at knowing he's HERE and he's okay. And when we are in each other's arms again like a couple of overgrown puppies reuniting will be one of the greatest moments of my life this turn around so far. It's going to happen, it's already happened. We're both so fucking touch starved this time around! Right now I'm called because he needs me. 

I'm trying to shoot all my love to him and give him the space he needs to process everything. I'm hoping the New Moon's energy comes in to guide us both. There's still more to it. He's going to have information I don't. 

In MGM Fire Investigation  related news, got through the NFPA report with a fine toothed-comb and gleaned a couple of more details. Also went through the main lawsuits on Findlaw and learned what a cluster that all was. I don't believe I need to make a visit to the UNLV Library anymore. 

The book about the fire arrives today, that's the last big piece of print research. I still have a list of podcasts about the fire to listen to and then that's about as deep as I can dig from here.

Zero paranormal reactions from any of the objects from the Hotel. I still plan on bringing the keys, the plastic chip, and the photos to the return trip to Vegas as those are the only items I got any sort of energy reading on that seems tapped in to the Fire. 

Thoughts on "Trigger Objects" and new old MGM Hotel Arrivals

I still am not entirely sure how I feel about trigger objects. I definitely feel like I can read energy of many objects, so it's not that I don't think that objects can facilitate in an investigation, but I don't pretend to know anything about the high strangeness that is around any sort of "haunted" place or artifact. That's part of the reason for me buying different items made of wood, plastic, paper, metal etc.

As you know, I felt some mild energy with the composite chip, stronger with the keys, and really strong from two of the eight photos. I have gotten zero weird vibes from any of the vintage postcards or from this 1980 metal chip that arrived yesterday:

The second item is actually the one I've been anticipating the most, and expected that if I was going to get activity from an object that I would be this.

I now have in my possession the door plate from room 745 of the old MGM Hotel at the time of the 1980 Fire.

So.... Remember this?

Yep.

No one died in room 745 or on the 7th Floor, so I felt this star was "clean", but as I said something very strongly told me I needed to buy it. I also have not seen any others from the North Tower for sale, and the ones from the newer South tower are going for 3+ what I paid for this one. I was the one and only bidder. I came across it when going to purchase the book on the fire.

As per usual, because I halfway went into this getting star with expectations (I seemed "pulled" to buy it) absolutely nothing happened with it the first night I opened it.

Because I can't help but fly in the face of curiosity (and fear hahah), I decided to pair this star with the two photos I felt were juiced up the most and let them chillax right in the middle of our apartment all night long.

And then...

NOTHING HAPPENED.

Which is exactly what may happen when we get to Las Vegas in April. (I say "nothing" as in paranormal outside of my own weirdo ability to have conversations with the dead in my head.  That's normal for me lol).

The only items I felt strongly about not purchasing for my research were matchbooks and ashtrays from the old MGM. This is not because I felt they were cursed, but I think its just in poor taste and shitty karma in general.

I did sage all of these items upon my arrival at home, but I do this with antiques and vintage items in general and sage my apartment on the regular as needed with all of my "company".