Flo has discovered when you dabble in ghosts and apparitions, you open a gate to all things mystical and paranormal. This leads to one of those roads more or less well-traveled – depending upon who’s taking the journey. In Flo’s case, it’s a short excursion.
“You can take a quick trip and wind up at The Ghost Motel or you can take a longer voyage and stop at The Hotel Clairvoyance,” Flo mused.
To me, that Hotel sounded like the song by The Eagles, but Flo just ignored me when I mentioned it. She wanted to tell me a story. And, shortly after she finished her second glass of Dunsmuir, she began.
.”The other day, I went to the library. While I was looking around in the antique books for one on Ghosts, I ran across a book, called “Clairvoyance.” A small book, by somebody named Leadbeater, published in 1899. It didn’t seem to be about ghosts, but I took it off the shelf, anyway.
“If it wasn’t about ghosts, why did you care?”
“I dunno. I guess I was drawn to it – even though it was dense, like a text book with no pictures.”
She added, “I looked at the chapters – nothing on Spirits, so I gave it to the librarian, who was watching over me to make sure I didn’t put it in my purse. I wasn’t especially in a hurry to go home, so I wandered over to the computers, and typed in the name of the old Clairvoyant who wrote that book. Maybe, I thought, a guy with the name, ‘Leadbeater’ would be more interesting than his book.
“I found out in the late 1800s, Leadbeater actually had some experiences with ghosts! He was fascinated by them. If he read about a haunted house in the newspaper, he hurried over to the house, went in, and conducted his own search. Mostly, he never found any spirits or ghosts – but sometimes, he wrote, he saw signs and ‘convincing evidence.’ And then he wrote about a young Medium he sat with and how he saw his silk hat spin around on a levitating table.”
“Wow” was all I could say, as I watched Flo head for the bar cart for another glass of scotch. My exclamation was both about the Leadbeater ghost story and my amazement she was drinking so much before the 5 p.m. cocktail hour (as she put it).
“Hmmmmm, shouldn’t we go out for an early dinner?” I suggested, but Flo didn’t need to be clairvoyant to see why I was asking.
“Not the least bit hungry,” she said. “Apparitions have a way of stealing my appetite and making me real thirsty.”