Patricia "Patty" "Buddy" Louise Tunis - Research

I believe that Patricia "Patty" Louise "Buddy" Hill Tunis is the woman who has been with me since we came back from Las Vegas. I wasn't going to put her name out there, but she's literally going down the line and waking people I'm connected to at 3am now if I manage to be asleep. My husband was woken up at 3am on the dot last night. She wants to be heard. I hope I'm doing the right thing. She has living family and I always really hesitate to publicly post anything that could be painful for families, and 1980 was a bad year for this one.

Patricia was born in Hilo, HI 02/25/1920 - alternate info states born in New York, 12th grade education, was a housewife in 1955 Census, member of the US Presbyterian Church in the 1970s. She was 60 when she died in the MGM fire and her burial is UNKNOWN (if any). I was unable to find any photos of her online. 

She married James Floyd Tunis (1919-2000) on 9/2/1944 in Sarasota, FL. Mr. Tunis was in the USAF. They had three children, NAME WITHHELD FOR PRIVACY (B: 6/8/48 in Van Nuys, CA, an artist in WI) NAME WITHHELD and daughter Wendy Louise Tunis who died in 1984. Women don't do well being born into the Tunis family, it seems. James Tunis remarried in 1960 after he and Patty divorced. 

Father: William Hardy "Doc" Hill -  B: 6/15/1890 (Asheville, NC), D: 6/1970 (Hilo, HI), buried in Homelani Memorial Park. Doc hill was an eye doctor as well as a Hawaiian Senator - 1928-1959 for the Territory of HI and 1959-1967 as the State of Hawaii. Very shrewd businessman.

Stepmother: Ouida Lewis Mundy Hill (7/29/1899-1/9/2000 - lived to 100!) From her obituary:

Ouida Hill, considered the grand dame of Big Island society for more than 30 years through the 1960s, died at age 100 earlier this month (January, 2000) in her Honolulu condominium. She met her husband, William Hardy "Doc" Hill, on the beach at Waikiki in the 1930s. He was a prominent Big Island businessman and longtime state senator, and preceded her in death in June 1970. Doc Hill's colorful career in the Legislature included his appearance in a kimono to protest an overtime session, saying his wife had left for Hilo in disgust over his odor. The Hills were hosts to people from all over the world, from royalty to political figures, in their Keauhou estate in Kona, recalled longtime newswoman Maxine Hughes. "The two of them made a good team both socially and politically," said retired legislator Joe Garcia. Doc Hill, famed for presenting silver dollars to his guests, owned most everything in Hilo during his career as a businessman. But his wife, whom he called his "little redhead," was considered a political and social force in her own right. Ouida Hill was born in Virginia. She was a registered nurse when she reached Hawaii in 1926 as an employee of the Mayo brothers, who founded the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minn. In pre-World War II days, she was famous for conducting horse races with ranchwoman Anna Lindsey Perry-Fiske, who died in Waimea at age 94 in 1996. In an interview last year when she turned 100, Hill was quoted as saying, "I feel no different at 100 than I did at 99. I try to think young." No funeral service was held. Her ashes were returned to Hilo's Homelani Cemetery, where her husband is interred.

Half sister: Shirley Leilani Hill, B: 8/4/1927 (Hawaii), D: 7/24/94 (age 66), New Jersey. Married to Harold Arnold Steiner, Jr (B: 10/20/1923, D: 7/15/2011, burial unknown). Possible daughter: Leilani Hill (age 40, Bothell, WA) - is her niece in WA the connection??

Mother: Winifred Rachel "Winnie" Erdman Patten - B: 6/14/1895, D: 10/17/1980, buried in Golden Gate National Cemetery next to her husband. Patty died a month after her mother... this poor family... :(

Stepfather: Roy J. Patten - WWI (Canadian) Soldier. 

Patty was found in the 25th Floor stairwell. She was so close to getting out! One more floor and she was home free. I can't find any record of who she was staying with (if anyone) and what she was doing in Las Vegas on November 21, 1980.

The information (other than her stats) in the MGM Fire book about Patty. 

Patty's father and stepmother, the Hills.

Bally Hotel - Phyllis Thomas Died a Hero.

We arrived home from Las Vegas early on the morning of April 23rd. As I mentioned in my earlier entry, paranormally my life was very calm upon returning and I was sleeping like a baby. That lasted until about Friday.

Friday I started to not feel well again, and I also started to be woken up again at the 3am hour. I knew that I had someone that came back from the hotel with me. After Sunday, when things came to a head with lack-of-sleep and starting to feel really, really bad I called in my girl Jax for the assist.

What she figured out is I had not one but two women that came back from me.  We both felt that one of them was Sara Galico, that she was very much just along for the ride and curious since Dave got her attention. I since believe she has moved on from our household and isn't interested in us anymore.

The other woman I am still working with.

Initially I thought that this was Phyllis Thomas, 20, who died near the registration desk on the Casino Floor. I researched her in the MGM Fire book when I came home, and what I found out about Ms. Thomas is that she died a hero:

Ms. Thomas - you have my utmost respect for your kindness and bravery that you chose to show another human being in your young 20 years during the scariest moment imaginable.

I lit a candle for her and asked for her healing. After I worked with Phyllis specifically, I expected things to chill out in my life again, as I thought she had to be who we had captured on that EVP asking for help, as she'd told me she liked to be called Lys or Lyssa as I was reading about her.

(If you missed that EVP, here it is again: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_z2TMtWv0c )

The activity continued however after I did a ritual for Ms. Thomas. Jax continued to get to be talked to by whoever it is that's around as well. We both came up with the same female name AND nickname of a different woman, independently of each other.

I'm 90% confident I know who she is. I have not been able to come up with a photo of her, but her family was of prominence, and I was able to find lot of information and two of her living children. Which is why I'm not publicly going to state her name.

At least not until I can help her accomplish whatever it is that she's needing to do if it has to do with them. For whatever reason, I'm having a really hard time deducing how I can help her. There's something I am missing or not understanding. In an effort to try to figure this out, I've started the voice recorder as I've gone to bed at night as Dave says I very actively talk to the other side as I sleep. I figure between my yammering and encouraging her to leave EVPs we might get some traction.

The issue is that every night the battery gets drained far too quickly. This recorder has a 8-12 hour battery. And I am not sleeping 8-10 hours (try 3-4 at this point). So basically it's just me hissing various wake up times "It's 3:23 and they just woke me up again..." "3:03 am...." Or trying to do that and seeing it's dead.

I'm not giving up.

Work activity is ramping up again. Coworker caught his hand in the belts and gears of a POWERED OFF oven today. I can't keep up with the continual negativity in this building for too much longer and not be affected.

Laurelhurst Park Haunting - is it a spirit, or something else?

Laurelhurst Park is a beautiful, tranquil 31 acre park with an offleash area for dogs, basketball and tennis courts, and a beautiful pond. The park is rumored to be haunted by at least two spirits. A quick google will tell you there are two tragic, strange deaths of women linked to the pond there.

https://www.portlandoregon.gov/parks/finder/index.cfm?propertyid=224&action=ViewPark

Jeff Dwyer's "Ghost Hunter's Guide to Portland and the Oregon Coast" incorrectly lists Laurelhurst's pond as a lake, but he documents the reported hauntings there, beginning with the October 9, 1936 death of Alla Warineth, 45, of Spokane Washington.

10 year old Donald West was exploring the area near the pond when he discovered a woman's coat and shoe. He notified park watchman EJ Dahl who found a large sum of cash, travelers checks and identifying information for Ms. Warineth. Immediately after finding her belongings, he looked over at the pond and saw her body, face down and floating.

After an investigation, they determined that her death was a likely suicide. They never found an abandoned car in the area or even any information of why or how she ended up in Portland, Oregon.

Years later a jogger at the edge of the pond saw a woman at the edge, bowed in prayer with hands clasped. He passed her and heard a splash - when he backtracked he saw her floating face down in the pond. He jumped in to the disgusting algae water and tried to save her, but mysteriously as he neared her body it would somehow move farther away. After a final attempt at rescue as his muscles cramped, he saw her body "clearly vanished as if she were never there," specifically saying he saw her fade away and not slip under the surface of the water.

Once the jogger's story began circulating in the neighborhood, other neighbors admitted to seeing her near the lake, but no one has ever intelligently interacted with her and it seems to be a residual type of haunting.

I can't find any actual information about this person and if she existed. I have not reached out to Dwyer for his sources. Could this legend of Alla be more of a tulpa or egregore type-haunting? The park has been known to be haunted for decades. Did everyone's thought processes create an energy? I'm going to attempt to reach out to Alla or whatever is there around the pond.

Alla Warineth, if she was an actual person, wasn't the only woman drawn into the algae-choked waters. 72 years later, Laurelhurst's pond had another sad and mysterious death - 37 year old Heidi Anderson. She was last seen in the vicinity of 90th and Sandy Blvd after a"sudden onset of paranoia".

Text from A KOIN News story 2/25/08:

"Missing Woman's Body Found

PORTLAND - A discovery in Portland's Laurelhurst Park brought a tragic end to the 16-day search for a missing woman.

Officers had combed the park recently, looking for clues to the disappearance of 37-year-old Heidi Anderson.

She vanished February 8. Reportedly she had become upset, and jumped onto a Tri-Met bus. That was the last time anyone reported seeing Anderson alive. But three days later, several of her personal belongings were found in Laurelhurst Park. Police, family and friends combed the area, but found no further trace. However, the depths of the park's pond were another story; the Portland Parks Bureau had planned to drain it this week. Now that her body has been found, that drainage plan has been cancelled.

Late Sunday night, police confirmed that the body found in the pond was Anderson's, or even that the body is that of a female. An autopsy will be performed Monday, after which an identification is likely. Heidi Anderson's friends and family, who rushed to the park as the news spread Sunday, await the autopsy's outcome.

A couple found the body as they were walking through the park Sunday afternoon. Holly Thomas told KOIN News 6 that she walked around a corner and spotted it lying mostly submerged in the water. She was pretty sure it was that of a female human, wearing a brown shirt. So Thomas called police, and a dive team pulled it from the pond later Sunday afternoon.


At first, police would and could not confirm that the body was Anderson's, saying an autopsy would be performed Monday to determine the identification. However, late Sunday night, they did confirm that it was her. Although the discovery brings a tragic end to part of the mystery, other questions remain about how she got there, how she died, and who else might have been involved. Investigators hope the autopsy will yield some clues."

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Eventually, Ms. Anderson's death was also ruled a probable suicide:
http://blog.oregonlive.com/breakingnews/2008/02/medical_examiner_rules_out_fou.html

What a strange, strange neighborhood Laurelhurst is turning out to be. Two women, similar ages, similar circumstances. Did the energy of whatever Alla is draw in Heidi? She wasn't known to have mental issues or drug problems.

Time to go walk around the park this weekend.

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.