I've watched programs on television that showcased some of their, for lack of better terminology, powers, but I will never fully comprehend those people who possess psychic abilities. Nor will I ever be one hundred percent convinced of the legitimacy of said power. All that withstanding, I can't shake this strange feeling from time-to-time.
The idea that a person can accurately predict or reveal secrets, unbeknownst to them previously, from sources from the beyond. Bringing to light messages and secrets that only the dearly departed and a particular loved one connected to the deceased, completely blows my mind. The process that an empath or medium can subject themselves to in order to bridge the gap between this world and the next is incomprehensible. A completely alien concept to me, unless I'm under the influence of something, in which case I'm convinced everyone is psychic and are obviously probing my brain, seeing through the transparency of my alleged sobriety. Then again, it could just be my own anxiety giving me away. Revealing my secrets.
Until recently, it never occurred to me that I might possess certain proclivities that would allow me certain abilities. Nothing outlandish like predicting the future or bridging that gap, as I stated previously between here and the afterworld, but it's a legitimate feeling, nonetheless. I feel as though I may be sensitive to... Awe, hell. I don't even know for sure.
According to Google; One who is psychically sensitive is like being highly empathic. The definition explains that those with this "gift" are very attuned to the feelings and attitudes of those around them, often taking on some of the burden, stress and/or emotions. This attribute can be dangerous as the compilation of so much energy can be detrimental to the host, especially if much of that energy is dark and negative. If someone is already afflicted with depression, piling on more negativity is definitely not beneficial.
I don't know if I qualify for that category, although I do have that small collective of friends & acquaintances who always seem to be so negative. The never seem very happy or joyful, but constantly complaining and whining about shit. I find it exhausting, sometimes, to be around them. Practically sucks the life out of me. Like a succubus, only I'm awake during the torturous process. Is it possible? Possible that I'm affected extra hard, because I have this third eye, so to speak?
I'm also familiar with that feeling of heaviness, when you walk into a room after two people have been arguing? It's like an unseen fog that blankets the room, like a veil of webs draped across the room. The room is electrically charged, but it's negative. It's heavy and you can feel it weigh you down.
I've mentioned previously in my blog (Jeff's Brain Matter) about my encounters with supernatural forces. I aim to share more and one of those experiences will be in the next paragraph.
Years ago, I tagged along with friends who were going to a party of some friends who'd recently returned to the city. The party was in the basement suite of this tattered old building which stood not far from the Woodlawn Cemetery. The area already feels strange, what with the neighbourhood bordering on the largest cemetery in the Bridge City (YXE). This night was cool and breezy, which felt nice on my face as I exited the crowded party. There was something else, though. I got a strange feeling whenever I was inside. I felt overcrowded. It was separate from the people, because as people left the apartment for fresh air, the nearly empty room still felt heavy and uncomfortable. I left that party, soon after. I just didn't like the way it made me feel, there. I would later learn that the apartment was formerly a hospital. The first one in the Saskatoon area and the basement, where the apartment is situated, was originally the morgue. To this day, thinking about that party still gives me the creeps.
I've had similar experiences over the years. Some light and peculiar. Other shit that's been heavy and uncomfortable. One such experience occurred when was working nights at the Heritage Inn. I was the night custodian which had me roaming all over the place in that hotel. I'd already experienced some weird shit over on the banquet room and restaurant side of the building. It was weird and unnerving, sure, but what occurred on the third floor of the hotel, freaked me the f*ck out and I avoided the third floor at all costs after this horrific experience occurred.
Recently, I was watching television and saw a commercial for Casino Regina, located in the Queen City. The advert invited people from far and wide to come to Regina and visit the casino, listing all the amenities in the process. It really is more than just bells and sirens of winning slots. There's a very fine restaurant there as well as a theater for concerts and shows. I've been to Casino Regina a couple of times and was fun both times. For the most part, anyway.
I've gone to the casino in Regina a couple of times, both being with my mom. We'd be in town for whatever and figured we'd stop at the casino before leaving that wretched city. We'd play the penny slots and leave with more than we'd arrived with. I recall the last time we were there. It's been more than a decade, now, I'm sure, but we'd arrived and started playing the penny slots, like always. I had a string of good fortune, while my mom didn't fair too well. I remember scooping out a handful of coins from my bucket and gave them to my mom to play with. And play she did. She won back the money she'd lost and then some. When we'd had enough, my mom treated me to supper at the fancy restaurant inside the casino. We had a nice time and before leaving to go home, I stopped to use the washroom.
I'd visited the Casino Regina once before and as I recall, I had to use the washroom that time, too. The washrooms are located in the basement of the building. I felt uncomfortable the moment I began my decent into the lower level. The feeling downstairs, for me, is staggeringly heavy. It's like a weighted vest placed over my shoulders and the simplest of tasks almost seem laboured. Suffice it to say, I got out of there as quick as I could. Even now, reflecting on the experience, weighs heavy on my chest.
After the TV advertisement for Casino Regina had ended, I was left with that familiar heaviness and then took to the interwebs, calling on Google once more, typing in Casino Regina haunting and yep. As suspected the aged building has some unearthly residents within it's walls.
Casino Regina now resides in the former home of the Canadian Pacific Railway. Dubbed Union Station, the building was constructed in 1912, making it one of the founding buildings of the fledging settlement that would eventually become our province's capital city. After many years of service, the building was eventually converted into a casino in 1996. Since the opening of the venue, there have been reports of paranormal sightings. From railway workers appearing and disappearing on the main level, to a woman witnessed roaming about upstairs. And then there's the basement.
When the building was a train station, the basement level served as a jail. Prisoners awaiting trial would stay in these cells, as well as those awaiting transfer. It's said that one prisoner wanting to avoid a lengthy prison sentence, attempted to escape, losing his life in the process. It's believed that his soul still roams the basement of the casino. The basement where the washrooms are located. The basement where I was overwhelmed by the heaviness.
I don't know if there's anything special about me. It's not something I'd want to pursue. I would like to verify or confirm that whatever it is, is real, but beyond that, it'd just be nice to know that when I'm experiencing that heaviness that there's a reason for it and not something goofy like a stroke or something. 😂
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