Good morning readers! today is going to be a long and exciting day, like I said yesterday I’m utilizing the balcony/ terrace. I’m not sure which word to use, but I’m enjoying the view out here and the fresh air. I’ve already ran out of the Keurig coffee they provide in the room so I have to go downstairs (awww shucks) to the cafe where theres all these amazing jarred and baked goods; such a terrible fate for me. But during the day today besides cruising around the Stanley grounds, I’ll be headed to the Rocky Mountain National Park (RMNP for short) and in the late evening hour I will be going to a Seance tour known as 13 led by Hannibal. Let’s brew about it!
I walked around the grounds after having the latte known as Room 217 in honor of the wonderful evening tour and spontaneous invite into said room last night. There was a beautiful outside patio and garden complete with a waterfall to enjoy before I meandered back to the main floor and into the gift shop known as Chrysalis, and bought goodies to bring back home before making my way downstairs to grab some treats for later.
And with a blueberry lemon loaf next to me and a large water I headed to the RMNP for a 2 hour drive through the most beautiful and scariest drive. One wrong turn of the wheel and yours truly would be doing a theatrical tumble and burn down the mountain side. 12,000 feet in the mountains 2 miles above sea level, best believe I wore my hoodie because it was COOOLD. It was crazy passing through Continental Divide and atop the Alpine Tundra, I cant believe back in the 1930s they went on horseback and blew up the mountains to create the road I drove on. I grabbed some wild flowers to press in a book to take home and frame.
After a quick bite to eat and a shower it was time to meet Aiden Sinclair aka Hannibal for 13 A Late Night Seance. Hannibal was a very delightful gentleman. The room he conducted the seance in what was the quiet room for one of the owners, F.O. Stanley, whom was ailing from Tuberculous and would go up there to rest for fresh clean air and of course the view. But now the room is filled with antiquities on loan from collectors and items in storage at the Stanley. The night began with 9 strangers, myself included and as it began the energy was nervous but filled with the thrill to be in the room hoping to connect with the beyond or learn something more about ourselves.
At the end my own belief on the otherside, other than straight fascination and some experiences, came to ahead. The last practice Hannibal had us go through before closing the door, was for 4 of us to write down on a card. He wanted us to write down something happy, a happy memory, place or action as he spoke to the others in the group I felt a sharp tapping in between the base of my neck and right shoulder. It was very rapid, almost impatient before digging piercingly into my flesh. I looked up and told him as he instructed to do so if we were to get an interaction and he stated that it could be Margaret trying to get my attention and to let him know if it was bothering too much that he would take care of it. When it came down for him to guess what was on my card he quoted The Hobbit to me(I wrote Lord of the Rings on the back of my card) I was dumbfounded and delighted at the same time.
As the seance came to a close I kept the last experience I had with me, I was getting tickled ON my shoulder towards the end before he closed the door on the seance. I got to take a photo with Hannibal before he closed up the room. But I had a question, whom is Margaret and what does she want with me? Hopefully I’ll get to bump into him tomorrow as it will be my last night at The Stanley.
As Always Keep On Brewin!