I mentioned in one of my earlier blog posts that there is rampant dark energy at Forest Haven. I sensed portals, walked into a wall of dark energy, and know that there are also dark, ancient elementals hanging around. My gifted friend sensed that there was a spirit, once a woman who worked at Forest Haven, who dabbled in the use of this dark energy presence to maintain control of some of the ghosts that remain. Others have told stories of unearthly beings - part human, part panther - that roam the streets. Still others have experienced negative side effects from offering help to ghosts to leave the Earth and cross into the spirit realm.
I ran into some of those Earth-bound, 'protected' spirits in Pine Cottage. My gift of sensing spirits enables me to sense exactly where Earth-bound spirits are physically in a building. An example of this is my being 'called' to a certain room in my first blog post about Forest Haven. As soon as I walked into Pine Cottage, I sensed an extremely nervous ghost hovering in the corner of the entry room. I could 'see' her there: frail, long, dark, stringy hair; extremely gaunt, and incredibly nervous, wearing a hospital gown. I spoke to her. Immediately she showed me her wrists: dark purple bruises wrapped all the way around them. She told me that when the girls in this building 'acted out', they would be strapped/tied/chained to the beds by their wrists. Sometimes for days on end. You can see me receiving messages from her in this video around the 4:20 mark. I thought that treatment was why she was so nervous, but it turns out there was a much bigger, heavier reason. This ghostly presence didn't talk much, so I said my thanks and moved along.
As we walked into the room on the left side of the building, my friend picked up another entity - strong enough to suggest a spirit presence - 'presiding' over the room. I say presiding because it's the best description of what he explained. A stout nurse was pacing the room between rows of beds with a stern look on her face. This woman clearly meant business. One got a sense that you didn't cross her or there would be serious consequences. He describes what he's picking up on in the same video around 5:45. Other than this nurse, I didn't sense anyone else in the room.
We moved back through the central corridor and into the mirror room on the right hand side of the building. It was at this point that our paranormal investigator guide was absolutely giddy. He was keeping something from us and wanted to see if we picked up on what he knew. Right away, my friend's attention was directed the back right corner of the room, where he saw a ghost pop up from behind a hiding spot and go right back down again. He said hello, and I guess she knew the gig was up, because she showed herself. Our guide was beside himself! What he had been keeping from us was that he has spent many hours in this particular room, and knew there was a ghost present - she had made herself known to him in a variety of measurable ways on previous visits.
A long conversation passed between my friend and this ghost and revealed that she was being 'kept' on site. She and other ghosts, either in their living state or after their passing had been told by this 'entity' that they could remain on site for as long as the buildings stood, and would remain protected by "Ms. M." My friend knew right away that the spirit he detected on the other side of the building was this "Ms. M" person. The agreement is that once the buildings are gone, all the entities being 'kept' and 'protected' by Ms. M would cross over together. This was a very interesting development and explains why some who tried to force a ghost to break this agreement experienced negative side effects. I suspect that we will continue to investigate this relationship on our next visit to FH.
In the mean time, we learned that this ghost is nearly mute for whatever reason. She showed my friend pictures of things that represented messages she wanted to convey. He asked for her name, but she was hesitant. Once he identified her name, the ghost revealed that she didn't want to use her given name. She showed my friend a picture of a woman on the cover of a magazine, dressed up in fancy 1920's attire. This ghost liked this actress and wanted to use that name. I searched google frantically for pictures like what my friend described and came up with a couple of candidates. Ultimately, I found a picture of an actress named Leila Hyams. I pulled it up on my phone to show to this ghost. Evidently she walked forward and stood right in front of me - fascinated by my cell phone. I can't imagine what this looks like to someone who lived in the 1920's and 1930's! She poked at it and tried to put her finger through my phone, evidently! Either way, this entity was happy with the picture I found, and was satisfied with us calling her Leila (or Layla). So now that's how we know her.
As my companions continued their conversation with Leila, I was being called back into the hallway/entry room by the girl I had encountered earlier. She had an urgent message she wanted to give me (sound familiar??). I walked back in, and as I quieted my mind to listen to her message, she rushed up on me. I got freezing cold, and my spine started tingling. She was trying to enter me! Nothing aggravates me more than someone who violates my space. I very sternly told her she did *not* have permission to enter my body, and to back away from me immediately. She backed off and realized she had to deliver her message the old fashioned way of telepathy. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt her - I was just hungry!" ran through my head over and over again, combined with an image of this girl lunging at the throat of another patient in the ward. This girl wanted people to know that even though she attacked another patient, she was driven mad by the feeling of hunger/starvation. Based on what I picked up earlier, I got the sense she suffered terribly as a result of her actions. She was insistent that I tell my companions her story. I asked her if she wanted to leave this place, and she told me the same thing we heard from Leila. She can't leave because of the 'protector.'
Message received, I left this ghost (I plan on asking her her name next time I visit) to go back to my companions. They were having a great time speaking with Leila. I suspect, after all this time she felt relieved that someone could 'hear' her. Like I said, she's interacted with our guide many times before, so she must have felt comfortable opening up as much as she did. I delivered my message to the group as asked. I'm not sure why I was asked to do so, but when I receive requests, it's not really my place to question the 'why.' Spirits and ghosts have their own reasons for that.
One of the things I picked up quite strong in the building was a sense that many of the women housed in Pine Cottage suffered from severe mental conditions. Several things came through: 'mania' and 'depression' were the strongest. Certainly if these women and girls were manic-depressive, it would explain them being chained to the beds for days on end. Examining it through the lens of today, the treatment these women endured is quite barbaric. But at the time, very little was known about these mental conditions, and even less was known about how to handle people in that state. No wonder a chronically under-funded, under-staffed institution like Forest Haven resulted in such extreme measures to control their patient population.
This state of affairs of the patients also explains a hell of a lot when it comes to the agreement they have with this "Ms. M" entity. In their living time, this strict nurse must have felt like these women needed protection, and did what she needed to do to ensure that happened. Most of the patient population at Forest Haven were vulnerable, but I imagine that young women with severe manic depression or other debilitating mental conditions were especially vulnerable to predatory behavior.
As we prepared to leave Pine Cottage, my friend mentioned that Leila would like some of the furniture moved to the corner of the building so she had a proper place to hide. Later that night, our guide went back to do just that.
*Just a parting note. I searched for an image to use in this blog post of the institution as it once was. There were very few. The images that do exist are heartbreaking and disturbing, so I opted not to use any of them.
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