A couple of years ago,  I remember waking from a dream that was so real and so impressionable I never forgot it.  I recall standing in a baron field with a two story farmhouse off in the distance. Everything was dead , the trees had no leaves and all the grass was gold and brown.  I didn't move like we do here in the waking world, it was as if I was floating and teleporting.  I entered the house and the first thing I saw was a set of stairs. Then I was in the attic. 

In the attic it was as if I was opening my eyes from a dream,  I was standing, without shoes  looking down, I saw a man wearing white. Almost like a yoga outfit, loose fitting, light weight. He was speaking in a language I could not understand. There were symbols on the floor and yellow powder. I remember he looked up at me and when his eyes met mine I felt as if he could stare directly into my soul. 

The man only looked at me for a moment, then went on doing whatever it was he was doing. I felt dismissed almost as if I had happened upon this moment, this place, on accident. I moved away from him and looked around the room. It was empty, the  floor boards were cracked, the paint chipped off the walls and there was a window. The window was akin to those you see in the old western movies, where it has the wood around it and the cross of wood in the middle, creating 4 sections. Only this window, had no glass. 

I was drawn to it, I walked over forgetting all about the man and the symbols. I looked out and took in everything that I could. I felt it was important, I needed to try and understand more of where I was. Again, a sea of golden brown dead grass, a broken down rusty car. It felt as if I was in the mid west but in another world altogether. 

Then that was it. The next day I remember seeing faces, come out of the darkness when I closed my eyes, it was only for a brief second like a flash. They were male faces, painted with white markings. 

I recount this dream to you tonight because two nights ago I had another dream. This other dream was so vastly different but for some reason something is almost wanting me to join the two together. The dream the other night, I remember being inside my house, a man appeared with blond hair and blue eyes. He was tall and his hair curly, we spoke but I do not recall the conversation, he brought me a green powder I was suppose to use. I do not know for what however, yet it almost seems like it was for protection. Than I woke up. 

Maybe these dreams mean nothing, maybe they are fragments of all my research and tv shows that I have watched during the day or even that week, coming together in my own little movie. Or perhaps maybe, they  are signs. 

You know where to find me if you shall need,
two dirt roads  near the reeds. 
A handful of dead mans dirt
a drop of blood,
don't worry it wont hurt. 
Black cat bones and two small stones.
Proceed with caution
proceed with care
The Crossroads
you can find me there. 


​Lady Ann

Come in, come in. Step up into the caravan, warm yourself by the fire. Take this towel to dry your hair, the rain has not let up in days. Would you like a cup of coffee? Or perhaps tea? I shall tell you a story while you drink. 

I have been traveling and reading for so long it has kept me away from the  blog. Recent events however have brought me back to check in with you.  A huge thank you to Heather for keeping you all updated on our adventures and travels.

Do you know what synchronicities are? Significant events that seem to have no connection but feel as if they are a sign, coming to tell you or lead you somewhere? Or perhaps even of confirmation you are on the right path. 

This month has been full of these, in fact I think I will be letting them lead me on my next adventure. I have been working on a project with Grimshaw, he works over at KPNL Radio. He  has a new blog called Case Files. Something came across his desk the other day, the location was The Stanley Hotel.  You can read this entry here. 

At first it seemed like any other case, there are many haunted locations around the world especially within the united states. I noticed however that this particular experiencer has also shared multiple other locations, one of which was also not far from the Denver airport (which houses many conspiracies itself). Within the past month, I had been wondering what might be in Colorado to explore. 

You see, Denver is a pretty common layover spot. On my way home recently from Ohio, upon landing in Denver, I had wished to stay so I could explore the airport more and discover what else might be near.  So this particular case, piqued my interest. 

I took note of the locations and looked into staying at The Stanley, I even picked a date and put it in my hopper app. Tickets have changed from 97.00 to 71.00 to a current 57.00 almost beckoning me, to book the flight. That day I had also messaged The Stanley to see what their availability might be for their "Spirited Rooms"  

I have not yet heard back, as life has been a whirlwind for us all but something significant happened. Two hours after sending my message to them, I had been watching Supernatural. I am new to the series and had made it to season 2, so two hours later I was on episode 11 of the second season. This was called "Playthings" I couldn't believe it as there were multiple references to The Shining in this episode. How synchronistic right? Well fast forward to the next day, (now I want to add in, that the only other person whom I had spoken to about all of  this-up to this particular point- was my sister who has plans to go with me.) Upon waking I was checking my messages on my phone. I saw that I had been tagged on Instagram which doesn't happen to often. There it was, another Stanley Hotel sign not only was I tagged in something dealing with the hotel, but it was a hotel stay giveaway itself! No, I did not win, as I was half asleep and didn't read everything and it was to late to enter but still a significant sign. 

So, will the caravan end up at The Stanley Hotel? Will the Ghosts of the past be willing to have a drink with me? We shall see, I shall keep you updated, here of my travels and what messages I receive from the other side.

Now, are you finished  with your drink? Please, hand me your cup. Ahh, the crescent moon, look here. Do you see that? The crescent moon symbolizes the need for introspection, it is time to go within, and over here the oak leaf, a very lucky sign indeed.  Yes, tis time we part dear traveler. Heed the message of the crescent and rest within the oak. 

You know where to find me if you shall need,
two dirt roads  near the reeds. 
A handful of dead mans dirt
a drop of blood,
don't worry it wont hurt. 
Black cat bones and two small stones.
Proceed with caution
proceed with care
The Crossroads
you can find me there. 


​Lady Ann