As the Budda quotes, "I am not one's servant. With the knowledge I have gained, I wander about in all the world, being a servant to no one. One could say, like the rain or sky does wander as no ones servant."
Yes Professor, there is, yet again, a new book out by one of Princess Diana's "friends". This person was one of her "healers". While my memory is not as good as it should be, I do not recall Diana and John ever meeting. I know that when Diana came over here for visits, there was always speculation as to if she and JFK Jr would meet up. I believe there was great gossip about if John and Caroline Kennedy would show up at a function that Diana was to be at. Again, if memory serves me correctly, they, at least he, bowed out at the last minute.
But ah, would it not be a marriage made in, dare I say, political heaven, if John and Diana had gotten together? And what WOULD her Royal in laws have said!!! I know I'D have said, "Bloody well done"!
I haven't talked about my tour of Congdon Mansion (Glensheen). It was one of the best tours I've taken. I think the tour I was on had the best tour guide. I had not known anything about Glensheen. Oh, I'd heard about a murder taking place there but didn't know any details. I am not sure if I can blame my ignorance on the fact that I had not moved to Minnesota when the murder occurred, or if I was so involved in my life, both then and now, that I didn't bother to listen. (What! ME be involved with anything that doesn't have to do with Moi'???? I mean, GET REAL!)
Having a life long interest in the paranormal, during the course of the tour, I kept hoping I would feel something , you know, suddenly feel cool air, or hot air, feel nauseous. I even stood with my hands behind my back, palms up, waiting for "someone" to touch them. End result....nada, nothing, zippo.
As the tour progressed there was this one spot that I found SO interesting. I really don't know why it caught my eye....It didn't the other guests. I was ascending the main staircase and when we came upon the landing there was a long window seat. For some reason my eyes went directly to it and I kept studying it, with a longing to bend down to rub my hands on it. The others were looking at the beautiful window glass the tour guide was pointing out. This was above the window seat. However, when I looked up the light was so bright that I just wanted to keep looking down, feeling drawn to this window seat. To sit on it, to touch it, the urge was incredible. (We were told not to TOUCH anything, which of course is VERY hard for me to do....follow instructions). But I didn't touch it. The guide was near which is one reason. But I did then lean into it so my legs would touch it.
I have NO idea why a window seat held such interest for me, and soon we were up the stairs to continue on with the tour.
That evening, in my hotel room, I was laying on the bed and I picked up one of the two books I had purchased on the murders at Glensheen. Wanting to find out who was murdered and how, I went to the chapter with the floor plan and details of the murders, etc.
I then read something that freaked me out TOTALLY! The nurse had been murdered on the staircase and her dead body placed on thewindow seat!!!
I put the book down. The same fear came over me as the fear I had as a child, seeing my first horror movie and having to sleep in my darkened room afterward. Something went right through me.
Can I say it was something "paranormal" that happened to me? Nope. I can't say it was anything. All I can say is that for an unknown reason, the window seat transfixed me. To touch, to feel, to absorb it. And the fear that went through me upon reading the book and what had transpired on the window seat left me feeling as if, indeed, I had indeed been touched by a ghost.
Last weekend I was in Duluth, MN for a "weekend roadtrip", as previous blogs can attest. On the last day, I went through a few shops along Canal Drive. More because my friend wanted to rather than I, who despises shopping.
I did perk up when we entered an Antique store. I looked around for items on people I "collect" on. You know, Princess Diana (nothing I don't already have), anything Royal, President and Jackie Kennedy.
In a corner I was thrilled to find all the old Life and Look magazines from years past. Too many to look through. Indeed they were piled high, on top of each other, about 3-4 feet. Too heavy for me to dig through. But I was able to find four magazines to purchase.
I went up to the counter and chatted up the couple. For anyone who knows me, they know I could carry on a conversation with a lamppost, or so I've been told!
Three of the magazines had President and Mrs Kennedy on the cover. The woman said, "such a shame". I knew she was talking about the death of President Kennedy. I concurred. Being the mouth that I am, I said, "I don't believe it was Oswald alone" and went on, giving my FIRM view on how the fatal shots were fired from the "Grassy Knoll" etc.
As I looked at this woman her eyes were saying something, or NOT saying something. She seemed to be sizing me up. I was trying to read her as I talked. She then said, "I was there". "THERE?" Still seeming hesitant to me, she said, "There, in Dallas, that day. I saw it all".
My mouth was hanging open! I remember saying things like how I couldn't even imagine what that must have been like., etc. I asked where she was standing, near the grassy knoll? Did she see anything?
She seemed to me to step back, ever so slightly. Her eyes seemed to glance around. She seemed SCARED! She replied, "I was at the Book Depository". Again, my mouth was open in shock. "You were THERE?" She nodded and quietly said, "directly below the window, on the street, I heard the shots and I never (upon my asking) thought them car backfires as has been mentioned. I knew they were rifle shots".
She mentioned more, but I can't recall. Something about being in Ruby's bar. About a friend being in the theatre when Tippit (can't recall how to spell his name) was gunned down.
I looked at her and said, "Did you write all this down?" She shook her head no. "Why"? I asked in puzzlement. Her reply: "People who talked ended up dead". I replied, "but didn't you write this down even for your family?"
No. It was too awful to write and she felt there would be no danger if nothing was put on paper.
I left the shop but could not get her out of my mind.
To have witnessed THIS piece of history and NOT write it down boggles my mind. I suppose for a purely selfish reason. I want to read her story. And a story she certainly had to tell.......but it will go with her to her grave.
What an incredible day! My friend and I toured the Glensheen Manion and I VERY much enjoyed it. The tour guide was really superior and I know I want to return.
But the VERY highlight of the day for me was going to Split Rock Lighthouse. Yes, it has rained all day at Two Harbors, where the lighthouse is. The fog dense. As we stood inside one of the homes the lighthouse guards used to live in, the winds kicked up, the rain poured in buckets. I thought of the "Gales of November" here in JUNE!
We went up to the lighthouse, but what transfixed me was the elements themselves. While the others who took the tour went to an enclosed area, I stepped to the barb wire fence at the base of the lighthouse, looked from side to side. The rain and wind blowing into my face. I was snapping pictures, looking down at the waves, snapping side to side. Even though it was so foggy there really wasn't anything to see.
But what came over me I wish I could put into words. I wanted to stay out in this weather, to become part of the winds, to stand there and have nature take me away. I had to leave, sadly, but only for today. I WILL return, on a sunny day, to view what surely must appear to be eternity.
I'm deviating a bit on my blog this weekend. Decided to use it as a journal of sorts to talk about my roadtrip to Duluth.
I arrived in Duluth (Minnesota that is. I know there is another Duluth that hats been in the papers and news lately, but I'm NOT the runaway bride).LOL
Anyhow, I arrived a few hours ago. I'd never driven up here before and I made it in one hour 50 minutes. It's 156 miles from my house. I think pretty good time, especially on a Friday.
Staying at a Comfort Inn. Yup! Been in the pool and back to my room. Oh, guess what? They have windows in the room that one can actually open!! And I have it open as wide as it will go. It's not warm here, but I love the cool breeze.
Tomorrow is the tour of Glensheen Mansion. I'm looking forward to that.
