Who doesn't love a scary story, gathering around a campfire and retelling sasquatch encounters. Sleepovers filled with bloody Mary dares or sneaking into abandoned haunted houses. 

Be it you feel a hand brush through your hair or a whisper in your ear when you know your the only one in the room. Perhaps you have seen a shadow dart across the wall from the corner of your eye.

By this point in my life all of the above scenarios have become fairly benign. I feel extremally lucky to be in the paranormal community and know so many people who have had similar experiences. It took me until about 2015 to find my tribe. In fact I have been so submerged within this world that I find it more strange to encounter those whom have never even blinked at some of these subjects. 

But what if you find yourself coming to a point where you  fear you may be to weird, to be weird. What if those things you thought were shadow entities or ghosts where something completely different.

I remember watching tv shows like Vampire diaries or True blood where the "mundane" or "muggle" individuals would come to a point where they realized that not only did vampires exists, but so did werewolves, faeries etc. An awakening. 

If there is one thing I have come to understand it is that the truth has always been right in our face. We just weren't seeing it, at least not until we were meant too. 

This is what I find myself going through right now. A transition from experiancer to a word I rather not say. A word I do not even want to type- Contactee. 

Typing this right now, is an act of bravery for me. I do this in the hope that one day, if someone else finds themselves standing where I stand now, that it eases their transition. 

Two days ago I underwent a hypnotic regression to take a deeper look into an experience I had when I was 7 years old. Since then certain moments of my life have flashed before my eyes, like a flip cartoon at the bottom of the pages in a book while simultaneously puzzle pieces fall out of the sky and create a clearer picture of something deep down, I have always known.  

As I get ready for Ireland, I find much information flowing to me. I go about my day and spirits seem to whisper of their presence in certain locations. I lay my head down at night and dream of events long past. The first vision I had was after reading the itinerary:

"DAY 5
July 5, 2022 After a lazy morning in preparation for tonight, we head out to St. Declan’s Monastery, one of the earliest monastic sites in Ireland which overlooks her seas. We dare you to follow us to the Cork City Gaol, known to be one of the country’s most haunted properties! Later taking a boat ride to another spine-chilling ghost hunt (sleep with ghosts) overnight at Spike Island Prison Park, Ireland’s own Alcatraz!."

As I read the words "Sleep with ghosts, overnight at Spike Island" there was an overlay, I was still reading but what I was seeing in my mind, was as if I were already there. I stood on the grounds in the center of the island, outside. A woman wearing a dress and old tan colored shoes appeared. However it was only the bottom of her skirt and her shoes desperately trying to gain ground beneath her, that I could see. She was being hung and did not make it. A little boy then runs by in outdated clothing. I stand there, watching replays from the past when my attention is grabbed and drawn to a doorway. Within the doorway, down a hall and within the shadows stands a Man. He waits and he watches. Then the vision has ended. 

Nights go by, hotels are booked, meetings have came and gone. I purchase some clothes just for the trip and find myself once more looking at the itinerary. The Maldron Hotel. 

I look at the photos, it seems so new, clean and sharp. What does it hide and hold within its walls? I close my eyes and I see myself placing my hand upon it on the outside before entering. It looks much different than, to what it does now when I close my eyes. I see nurses and a town that is grateful for this building. My heart feels sad and I want to cry, I see the lights go out and darkness. Time stands still. 

A pull for further research washes over me, The North Infirmary was its former name but even in looking at the photographs, even hearing about the buildings transitions, something, hides. What is it. I sit in silence for a moment and I see a swimming pool. I find as well on their website that they do indeed have one. Then I try my best to find any kind of old map showing the wards in the hospital and what was located were. I have no such luck. 

It was then, I had a vision of how best I might be able to communicate with the building and the spirits that still reside there. 

The water -but why? Why was water important? What does water have to do with spirits and psychic abilities? I dig around as best I can in all the nooks and crannies of my brain, "remember" I tell myself. "There was something about water and psychic abilities wasn't there?" However I cannot recall and so I took to google. The first article I found was actually posted by Haunted Journeys which is associated with the company (Mysterious Adventures Tours) putting on this very, Ireland tour. I took it as a sign from the universe that I was indeed on to something. (Read the article HERE)

After learning from the article about the life force in water and how spirits could use this life force, I decided to have some conversations with some dear friends who have been in this field for a very long time. I never thought about it until it was brought up, but so often people, when they are in the shower can sense or feel a presence just on the other side of the curtain. And what about the water that sits next to your bedside? No matter if you have a cap on it or not, you take a sip and tastes....off.  All night long we dream, could our dreams or our nightmares seep into the water within that glass? it brings me back once again to Dr. Masaru Emoto who conducted the water experiments, showing how our thoughts could actually change the molecular structure of water. 

So does it all come down to vibration and energy? If it does, if we can change the molecular structure of water with a thought, with energy. What else can happen? Can water store this energy, the memories, could this be why our dreams effect the water beside our bed? I think of the different movies I have seen, where they are looking into a cup or bowl of water. The water changes and an image appears, it can be the now, or the past and even the future. Which takes us right into Scrying. 

Scrying is the art of gazing into a reflective surface be it a mirror or water for the purpose of divination. Scrying is mentioned in the bible in regards to Joseph. In ancient Persia there was a 10th century epic that spoke about a cup that the kings were able to use to "observe all seven layers of the universe."

So what secrets, stories or memories  could water in a haunted location hold and how would one best access this? 

I intend to find out.