Paracon at the Exchange happened this past Saturday, June 10th, at the Exchange Hotel Museum in Gordonsville, Virginia. One of the special guests were the Tennessee Wraith Chasers seen on Destination Truth channel. Luckily, the day
was nice and not hot, not until closer to two o'clock. Bill and I got there about five after seven in
the morning to set up the canopy and tables, Carol Smith and her husband about
an hour and half later. I sold books and
paranormal World Seekers DVDs, plus Carol and I got a ghostly visitor by my EMF
meter and ghost book, a soldier who died in the hotel used as a Civil War hospital
during the War Between the States and was buried on the land). If you read my June
9th “Supernatural Friday” blog post about the Exchange Hotel Museum,
700 had died at that time in the hospital and were buried there. If you haven’t,
plus like to know some of the ghost encounters there, use this link to go to this
post.
Anyway, he gave us
his name by the initials over the ghost box, D. and we thought E for the second
one. He admitted to yes, coming from North Carolina, as we did learn earlier he
was a Confederate. The EMF meter blinked hard all the lights for the name Dennis.
Exchange people told us there were rosters of the names in a book up in a room
on the second floor, so Carol and I went inside, did a slight investigation and
took pictures on each floor. Carol found a man with D. L. for initials of the first
and middle names, plus he came from North Carolina. Our man?
Voices came over
my box I had on in that room. The names of Dave (this one was very loud and
clear), White, and Julep was mentioned twice (though I wonder if it might not
be Jubal, when I saw the name Jubal Early in a plaque (No, I did not think this
was the Jubal Early, just another Jubal). Jubal was a name used back then.
In a room on the
third floor—where the house faced the train tracks on the west side of the house—the
Freedom Bureau Room, I got the name, Lou, from a deep male voice over the box,
and my right elbow grew freezing cold three separate times, and yet the rest of
me felt normal. I also felt something touch beneath my hair at the right side
of my back, before a feeling of a big, fat worm moving along where my neck met
my shoulders from right to the middle. I now suspected it was a finger, as I
had Carol and a nice, young man lift my hair to check, and they did not find or
see a worm or caterpillar. I was told later from the worker in the gift shop,
it might have been “Cornbread,” a name given to one of the male slave spirits haunting
that room. It was something he would do.
We packed up about
4:30 p.m. and Carol and her husband and Bill and me met at the BBQ Exchange
nearby, enjoying great barbecue for dinner, before we parted and drove home.
If you missed this paracon, the next Paracon we know about, that will happen in Virginia will be at Ferry Plantation last Saturday in September.
Carol Smith and me with Destination Truth's Tennessee Wraith Chasers.
Carol sent me this-she found an orb by her sleeve. She circled it. Plus I found rectangle (card shapes?) distortions on the pianoforte by the candlestick, where there were nothing like those in real time.
