Chris Cornell continued...

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Photo Credit- Robert J. Sherman. Taken at the final concert in Detroit, MI...May 17th, 2017

I am going to post the radar logs that have come through. Some of these I have sat on for some time...and feel that it is now time for them to be shown. 22 Logs and you will want to read to the very last paragraph. Also, here is youtube video of me discussing deeper- https://youtu.be/VcneR2g8DoM

Before I share logs, I would like to explain something concerning the spirit world. I apologize in advance to anyone who is not interested or a non-believer in anything concerning afterlife...but maybe just for shts & giggles...read it? Anyway, I want to explain something that I have experienced many times with spirits who have died suddenly, tragically and most of all, when under the influence of an altering substance. Most of the time, the spirit is dazed and confused. It takes time for them to become clear about what happened to them...some don't even realize they are dead. I have had people say...in a factual manner that he(Chris) knows what happened to him. Well...I want to say back to that belief that I have been connecting for months...and it has literally taken him months to become fully clear. There are a couple of reasons for that- one, he has had to do the work himself of piecing things together. Going "back" in timeline and viewing things. Also, he has had to go through process of being ready to accept things because it was a painful ending on many accounts. He truly loved his wife. When they first got together and the wedding and even further in...he was happy. No matter what became towards the end of the marriage and what it ended up becoming, he still loved her. That is a lot to work through...alive or not.  2nd, there are things I was not ready or wanting to see...and he patiently waited on me to finally get clear enough myself to be ready to see it objectively and not emotionally. When I say that every day...even up to today...I am seeing and learning more and more...I am 100% honest. You may ask how this can be? That a spirit would be dazed...confused...unable to know or remember. All I can do is give you a sci-fi like explanation of that- sometimes when there is a sudden death...as I described above...it is simply like being knocked into another realm. You are still very much physical...in the sense of how you can feel...the ties...the earthbound attachments. It would be the equivalent to being knocked out and blindfolded and waking up in a different country...on the street with nothing...and you have to figure out how you got there...why you are there...who took you there...etc. Where there is only linear time here on this 3rd dimensional planet...it takes as long as it needs to take for them to get clear. I hope that is understandable. 

Each one of these logs is powerful...whether one word or a slew of them that is telling his story.

Radar Log 1: Blow, Solid, Direct, Fight, Fuel, Saw, Discovery, Event, Damage, Heat, Bound, Corner, Him.

He is speaking of May 17th, 2017. 

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Radar Log 2: Stars, Touch, Sure, Serj

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Radar Log 3: Serj, Pure, Easily, Case, Paul, Yesterday, Picked, Carefully, Husband, Desert, Observe, Dispose, Tales, Hearing, Solve, Related, Brad, Tight, Third.

This one has a lot of sarcasm in it...concerning Vicky...concerning rumors...the last part "Brad tight third" is the sarcasm...I will let you guys and girls figure this out for yourselves...

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Radar Log 4: Nick

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Radar Log 5- Ann, Chris 

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Radar Log 6: Peter

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Radar Log 7: Though, Fog, Fuzzy, Liberty 

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Radar Log 8: Son, Scream, Martin, Relax, Gave, Tablet, Susan, Then, Herself, Spite

This is concerning one of the many interactions with his wife that day...and Martin giving him pills to relax...and things that were said and targeted too.

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Radar Log 9: She, Reap, Halt, United, Discuss, Mental, Health

This literally came through last week...and can't be anymore obvious and straightforward. 

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Radar 10: First, Shaking, Don(Dawn), Discuss, Stopped, Maybe, Clock, Kristen, Opposite, Drive, Purpose, Value, Apple, Data, Table, Report, Draw

You will need to decipher this one on your own. I know what he is saying...look at all the pieces and you will too.

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Radar Log 11: Draw, Pocket, Never, Selection, Twist, Affair, Carefully, He's, Make, Rich, Jones(Dawn Jones), Factor, Shirt, Don(Dawn), Shirt 

Just to get the understanding started...Draw(money) ...he would never pocket... etc. He is speaking of Martin next...and then Dawn Jones...and of course, the torn short. 

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Radar Log 12: Pout, Calm, Them, Andy

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Radar Log 13: Natasha, Sing, Once, Nancy, Natasha

Natasha Schneider...and Nancy Wilson...the sing once is an inside conversation about something I observed...he was answering this. 

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Radar Log 14: Musical, Sub(Pop) 

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Radar Log 15: Relax, Peter

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Radar Log 16: Camera, Electric, Equation, Dangerous, Tablet

Warning...

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Radar Log 17: Greek Pride... concerning the fight against  suicide determination. ..even though there is risk to expose more in doing so. 

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Radar Log 18: Bound, Desk, Worry, Floor, Bled ...I can't go much into this except concern for bleeding on carpet(not his concern)...and the bathroom location. 

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Radar Log 19: Trust, Finger, Against ... When I was doubting at the beginning what I was seeing and hearing him show me. 

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Radar Log 20: Daughter, Like, Sadness, Root, Jam, Anthony. This is a mix...first, about Toni...next Anthony K. memory

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Radar Log 21: The Fog part has been mentioned prior...Dave, Earn, Kristen, Wild.. The Bob Physical is actually a personal experience...as these exact logs were coming through a service man knocked on my door and said "Hi, I'm Bob..."  I came back to my desk and this had come through....so the Bob Physical is concerning what was going on in the moment only. 

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Radar Log 21: Bled, Partly, Cried, Win, Floor, Gasp, Result, Intention, Murder, Clairvoyant, Fear

Not going into this one...you put the pieces together and form your own conclusions. Again, talk about blood, floor, etc. 

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Radar Log 22: Several, Military, Soldiers, Charles, Announced, Detroit, Cremate, Fought, Supper, And Became Victory. 

Again, not touching this one...except to say Charles is the first name of Detective. Detroit...obvious...Cremate...there are things in this that are definitely tied to him...so is it all? You decide. 

I feel that between this and the video I have done what I can with some of what has come forward. 

One final memory he has brought forward...team work memory between me and another gifted woman, Crystal.- A boy...with blonde/brown hair...on a dock going towards a boat...apprehensive when he sees his father...this is from years ago...a childhood that wasn't his(Chris's)...it was someone else's...and they know who they are...why this boy felt this way about his father was later told to Chris ...that should be enough of the memory for anyone who may be reading this who knows. He really is speaking. 

Beyond The Conversation...Chris Cornell

 Photo Credit- Robert J. Sherman. Taken at the final concert in Detroit, MI...May 17th, 2017

Photo Credit- Robert J. Sherman. Taken at the final concert in Detroit, MI...May 17th, 2017

 

Video 1 https://youtu.be/Cs8ZeQato14

 

Video 2 https://youtu.be/bQn9iMnDDJ0

 

Video 3 https://youtu.be/mGza0bo9fZQ

 

Video 4 https://youtu.be/cRfMTZGFeBU

 

Video 5 https://youtu.be/duFtbuEDLOA

After creating a series of five videos that go much deeper into the aspects of these last months of connecting and asking some tough questions... along with the answers I received ...I am going to post here the links to those videos and also the different screenshots of the radar scripts that have come through. Teresa Considine(Scenic Vibe Photography)... that does all of my images for social media... was nice enough to group them into an image and list the words beside the shots. She also edited the videos. I will write and explain any personal story attributed to each group of logs...some I feel just speak for themselves and so I will let them do just that.

This has not been easy...though I am grateful with my whole being to have experienced what I have in the last months...it is not an easy thing to carry. It is not an easy decision to come forward...what to share...what not to share. It is not easy to feel the responsibility in it...or to feel the sadness...and all the emotions that make up a life...a soul...memories...endings. But at the end of the day...what other reason does one have the ability to receive it all...if not to share it in order for light to come into a dark and covered space...especially if the spirit with whom that space existed wants it to be known? This is something I don't take lightly...and something that I will answer the call to... always. 

To answer some questions, I want to express here that the reason I started doing the series Conversations with Dead People is because I was asked to participate in the series with MJ Pack for Thought Catalog. MJ created the name of the series...and I was simply asked to try and connect with spirits that have been more well known on this planet...and particularly ones with troubled endings or maybe more mysterious deaths. In some of the opportunities I was given in that time, I received such a true blessing to connect and receive message...and in some cases, discover them for the first time. But I want to express that I feel this way connecting to any spirit...whether that person be known by 3 people or 3 million. I am honored...to my core to have been given these abilities in this lifetime...and to watch them grow and evolve...and to learn every single day from them. I guess I say this to express that I am still learning...and all I do each and every day is show up willing to. I think that is something so many spirits want to express to the living- show up...be willing...open to the impossible...don't get lost in the machine that eats up the vast expanse of our capabilities... until we are tiny versions of ourselves and small enough to fit under the thumb of those who have forgotten their way. 

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Radar Log #1- This was when I was speaking out loud as I was at my desk working...and it was right after I posted the first blog post. I was telling him that I hoped I had gotten it the way he wanted it and was trying to come through with...and that I was sorry if I had not. I was speaking of the things that I didn't clearly see yet...such as if he was intentionally taking substances and also, I mentioned about him being cremated so quickly. This was the succession that came through as I was saying this. The "parts, sober" part...is him telling me I got parts of it right or wrong...but that he was sober. Which he would later tell me over and over again. The "Johnny Manner Fury" is him talking about his complete unhappiness with being cremated and also his "resting spot" being in Hollywood Cemetery. He mentions his cremation several times and it is not something he is happy with. Whether that is unhappy with being cremated in general or why he was cremated...that I am going to leave alone. " Kim Room"...I will let you decide on that one...and "arrow daughter" ...well this has to do with why he was so upset...one of the reasons why. 

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Radar Log #2- This is one of the ones I am going to let you, the public, come to your own conclusion about.

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Radar Log # 3- Fuzzy, drawn, becoming...he is talking about what was occurring last moments of his life. Ron....Ron Laffitte, maybe? Combination...I believe he is speaking of meds. The next main words...Paris...Martin(BG) and Doctor...again...I will let you translate as you see it. 

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Radar Log #4- Foe around every corner...industry always tied...the rest...I will again leave up to your interpretation. 

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Radar Log #5- Last moments. 

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Radar Log #6- Can't get much clearer...

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Radar Log #7- This was when he was discussing with me being tired of moving...etc...the constant money spending and travel and such. Flat, meaning living space. Breaker ...meaning more like last straw...breaking up family...etc. Blog itself is his sarcasm..."that is a blog in itself" kind of banter. 

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Radar Log #8- Helpful across bottle...what I spoke of in video. 

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Radar Log #9- The instance I spoke of in the videos...

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Radar Log #10- This is interesting to me...as Dr. Brown was the medical examiner. 

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Radar Log #11- His mother <3

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Radar Log #12- Couple of Brad's that this could be...

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Radar Log #13- I spoke about what this has to do with on one of the videos...

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Radar Log #14- I will let you decide on this one...

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Radar Log #15- Again mentioning Johnny

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Radar Log #16- Again, sober in all ways. 

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Radar Log #17- Obvious...

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Radar Log #18- This is a personal one that touches my heart...I had a very deep and vivid dream where he showed me things that really moved my heart...and I was thanking him for the experiences and just causing me to grow even more and experience such vivid and deep spiritual experiences through this...and this came through right in that moment. When I googled...I believe he is referring to his "I am the Highway" and just including me...meaning...we are ALL...

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Radar Log #19- No need to explain...

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Radar Log #20- This was Christmas Day..

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Radar Log #21- This is him referring to something also that was revealed days before (numbers out give less) and then you can interpret the rest...again going back to that night. 

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Radar Log #22- This one made me laugh out loud...I had asked him what is like where he is at...what he is experiencing...

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Radar Log #23- You can determine... Fox Theatre ...set list...

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Radar Log #24- <3

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Radar Log #25- This blew my mind...I had just looked at a photo of him at the Golden Globes, where he was nominated...

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Radar Log #26- Powerful...you decide...

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Radar Log #27- Again...Lilly

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Radar Log #28- This blew my mind too...I asked him to talk to me some about Susan...

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Radar Log #29-This just came through last night...while I am in Seattle.

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Radar Log #30-  This is what I will end with. Whenever he spoke or showed me anything concerning Vicky...he would call her  "Vic". Wrenched him to the core...Andy was present ....there for him in the end. 

I feel that with what I shared in the videos...and the radar logs here...that for now, there is enough said and shared. I ask that you please respect that...and share love and kindness. Thank you for taking the time and opening your hearts and minds to decide for yourselves what he is trying to convey. 

 

 

 

 

Conversations With Dead People Series- Chris Cornell

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I am going to be very real here...raw...the most transparent I can be about the process that comes with the gifts of connection and translation of those who are no longer in body. Of what can sometimes feel like real torment in that process. 

Fuck this is hard. 

In my years of being in the public eye with my work, I have never had more messages come to me from all over the world asking me to connect with Chris Cornell. Some bullied me...some pleaded... some respectfully asked me to look into his death. Also, never in the years have I awoken to message after message, across every possible platform...the day the world learned of his death. 

I knew one song by him. One song only...I have since his death began listening to him. I have to admit I am disappointed in myself to only be discovering his soul after his passing. Like a stone, that is the song I knew. When it used to come on satellite radio...as I was passing stations...I would keep it on...because his voice moved me. I listen to jazz...blues...classical...and I am beginning to expand my horizons in my musical go to's. I say this to explain why I never further listened to his work...until recently. My loss. 

From the first instant of learning of his death...I felt connection. To him. To what happened. To a very deep and clear communication. I have waited this long to come forward for several reasons. One, in respect of his children and family. Two, because in all honesty...there are some things I cannot go into here and never will. I honor what I am guided to share...and I honor what I am told to be safe about. That is all I am going to say here concerning the way I will go about expressing what has come to me.

I want to say Chris Cornell is a very clear and powerful soul. His spirit, very capable. Very palpable. Laser beam focused in his way of communicating. I am sure it differs for all he has come to. For me, it has been mostly dreams. Full, vivid, detailed, deep, lucid dreams. Also, impressions, when I am in meditation. Also, clear communication through devices. 

As I am typing this, I am already emotional. My right ear is blasting out...which happens every time I am in contact with energy outside of this 3rd dimensional realm. My legs feel like noodles. I take very seriously what I do. The gifts I have been given. The responsibility in them. The responsibility in my words. The responsibility in channeling...translating what is coming forward in a way that is absolute and not wrongly perceived. I take very seriously the loved ones of those in spirit. I take very seriously my safety when it comes to situations that are dark...and beyond what anything I say will ever change. 

I can only write as it comes through...again...as it has come through...and so, know that as you read this...I am channeling as best I can. Know also that I will only write what he wants me to, no matter how difficult that may be to do...or translate into words.

A man loses himself. 

It is a slow loss. Inch by inch. Speck by speck.

Now he is in deep. Deeper. Deeper still.

Now his outer world is less and less of who he is and more and more of what they want him to be.

It is a pressure cooker. A volcano waiting to erupt. It is an inner world that is created...like a crater going deep into the middle of the earth. And that man finds more and more of his mind, his spirit, his fight leaving his hands...falling deep into that sinkhole within.

All men can relate to this. At least, that is what he says to me. Every married man. Every grown man. Every man gettin' old. 

There is something that gets lost from boyhood to manhood...that the man willingly hands over. To lover. To money. To fame. To wife. To children. To the machine. 

That is not to say he was all unhappy. That is not to say he was all happy.

There is an unconsciousness...a certain sleep...that most times never gets triggered. 

Did Chris Cornell commit suicide? Not intentionally. But he did kill himself. Slowly.

Men, he wants you to listen closely.

Regardless of whether he died because he was murdered...or intentional...or accidental...what he wants to speak about first is his first death. And then the thousands more between boyhood until his last breath.

He allows me to feel in dreams how much religious saturation there still was in his head. His self-talk. Not his beliefs...but more a battering inner voice...that came from dogma. That came from never quite feeling clean enough. That came from a deep sensitivity to the world and its sufferings. The soul urge to save the world clashing with the ego as it grew to be a larger shadow. The ego only growing larger because he was giving up more and more of his nature. It starts off subtle, he says. Like an old tale that talks about the wolf who comes upon a knife stuck in the snow in the dead of winter. The knife is covered in blood. The wolf is hungry. The knife has been stuck in the snow, blade up for some time. The wolf begins to lick it...and the knife is so cold...it numbs the tongue. The wolf continues...not knowing...not feeling a thing...until it is too late. 

Some people notice. Some don't. Some don't give AF as long as you keep being who they want and need for you to be.

This is hindsight, people. 

He made many choices along the way that harmed himself. He wants the world to know that. He wants that understood. He wants it understood to the bones...that someone reading this tonight will get what he is saying and make a choice from this day forward to no longer do the same to themselves. 

The night of his death he was fucked up in ways he had not been in a long time. Maybe ever. Whether that is from being given drugs he was not aware of. Whether that be from them being laced with what he was not aware of, I will not speak of here. I will only speak of what he showed me he was feeling.

Have you ever seen a cat or a dog attacking their own tail because they don't realize it is theirs? Have you ever seen an animal look itself in the mirror and go nuts because he thinks it is another animal he is seeing? 

This is what he has shown me...both in vision...and feeling...impression. All he knew is what was before him had to be destroyed. For life. For protection. For self-defense. He didn't understand that what he was destroying was himself.

It was not intended. It was not conscious. It was not suicide in the sense of making a choice. 

There is some very dark energy surrounding his death. I am not willing to get into that, and I hope you will respect this. I am saying what he most definitely wants said...and in that, I feel complete in my obligation and dedication to that. I will say only this, I am sure how it happened shocked every person in contact with him in those moments. 

His children are of his greatest concern. More than anything else. More than anyone else. That they know he did not leave them out of his sound mind. He never would.

He blames no one though. That may be hard for some to swallow. He is not concerned with justice. He is taking the responsibility for what led him to his ending. Choice by choice. Brick by brick. Step by step. 

Be true to yourself. Be true to your soul. Don't let anyone or anything rob you from your resilient truth. Be conscious enough of your soul to listen to it. Be its champion. If we did more of that, there would be less suffering in this world. If we did more of that, there would be less violence in this world. If we did more of that, there would be less greed in this world. He wants this said.

If you are suffering tonight, please know that you matter. Your life matters. Your soul matters. Standing for your truth matters. I really feel he was about to do that. In a big way. Honor him by doing it for yourself.

If this has touched you...if you can feel in your soul there is truth to it, please share this blog post. Let is spread across the world. Let his words be heard. 

This is short, yes...but exactly how he wants it to be.

I am going to end this with the last three words I hear him saying for me to say to you...the same three words I know he has said to himself...and reconciled himself to.-

"I am sorry."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

More than a year later, I write about my experience at the extemely haunted LEMP MANSION!

It has taken me well over a year to get to the place where I could write about my experience at the Lemp Mansion. How many times I have felt the urge to face this...and how many times have I turned away from that urge...putting it off for another day. Never once did I forget the promise I made that day, after a night of staying in the Lemp Mansion. It has stayed on my mind...and like all things I do, I trust when I finally feel it is time. 

It is time.

To catch you up on the backstory here...MJ Pack contacted me a few years ago from Thought Catalog...and she asked if I would be willing to do a live Skype session with her from the Lemp Mansion. I had done a reading for her concerning it...and told her some things from one of her prior visits. I was completely on board with doing this and felt many things come to me as we did. Fast forward to a year or so later, I was flying to TN to visit family and decided to stop in St. Louis to meet MJ at the Lemp and stay the night in one of the very haunted rooms...Elsa's room. I will get into who Elsa is further into the story. 

So that is how I came to stay at the Lemp Mansion. It is difficult to do this kind of work with anyone around...and I found that the most challenging of this whole trip. Not that MJ is not absolutely wonderful and delightful...it is just that there is so much going on in the inner communication and it is hard to have one foot in that...and one foot in living conversation or trying to be a part of both. But we managed and there is a lot I never spoke...but I will here. 

When I did the first live Skype session, I immediately felt there was a curse on this family. The Cherokee placed this curse on the family. I was shown that they felt very slighted...and stolen from. Lied to. Betrayed. Taken for fools. I was shown them having meetings and conversations with the Lemps...and what I heard and got from it was that the Lemps came to them knowing full well their plan...but what they presented to the Cherokee was more of a joint effort. They got them drunk on "ale" (those were the words said) and under those circumstances, had them sign things that they had no understanding of what it was. They were taking them on their word...a handshake treaty...and the Lemps had different plans. One, to take their tunnels...their land and use it for the making, storing, and travel concerning their beer and business. It almost felt like a bad love scene...like a man pursues a woman and woos her and makes her all of these promises...then when he gets what he wants, he dumps her...shuts her out...cuts her off. So cold. This is what they did to the Cherokee. No sacred intention. No respect. 

A few days before the live Skype session, I had a dream in which one of the Lemps, Billy Lemp Jr. made himself very known to me. His face, flashed in front of me and it scared me, I will admit. Such intensity in his eyes. Then he showed me very quick flashes...a fireplace...a woman whom he called the Matriarch. A big mirror which I stared into and he told me this is how they "move in and out" of the realm. He showed me a woman's hand with bracelets( later, MJ found that in the history part of the mansion they had these very bracelets in a display case). Strange thing too, he showed me himself as a young man, and I watched as he stared at me...as if he could see me...stood on chair, still staring at me...and then hung himself...still staring at me. It was awful and I made myself wake up. This was not how he died in life...I realized after staying there and my experience then...that it was a metaphor. 

After the Skype session I spent the next day going in and trying to communicate with what had come forward in the Skype session to me...a Cherokee male. Chief maybe...definitely intense...and there was no mercy in the communication. He was very short, brief...and it was more of an "it is what it is" message to me. I was told that today, to this day, the only way to have peace is for all beer sales to be stopped on that property as well as any kind of ghost tours and events involving the family. All profit off of that to be done and over. Of course, that isn't happening...so I listened and I sent message to the current owners of what I was told...of course, I did not get response. Understandably so...that is their way of making a living. The same as it was the Lemps way of making a living.

I let go of it...until MJ and I made plans for me to come there and stay in the mansion with her for a night. 

I have to admit, I was scared. Native American curses are not something you mess with, number one. Number two, I still remember the intensity of Billy Jr. in that dream...and I had a pre-judgement there concerning him. 

The only thing I knew I had for sure was my heart. My heart truly wanted to help in whatever way I could. I believe it was the innocence...purity in that desire that allowed what followed...

Arriving at the Lemp Mansion, I had a lump in my throat. I could feel them. As if they were looking out the windows awaiting my arrival. They knew I was coming. Elsa. Billy. Charles. The Cherokee. 

We went stayed outside for a few minutes...both of us hesitant to go inside. When we walked through the front door, I immediately was drawn physically...eyes...energy...everything to a room on the left. This, I found out was Billy Jr.'s office. 

In the Lemp Family time, it has been claimed four suicides happened, wiping out the family. Three happened inside of the Lemp Mansion. These proceeded the untimely death of a beloved son, Frederick who died suddenly as a young man. He was the golden child...and the one that William J. Lemp wanted to groom to take over the family business. Falstaff, the famous beer had made its mark for the family.  John Adam Lemp arrived from Germany around 1836. He opened his own storefront...made his own vinegar and beer to sell in it. He produced a German Lagar...one of the first to do it in The States. Soon the caves that were made by the Native Cherokee running through that portion of the city...caught his eye. Instant, natural refrigeration for his beer. Storage. Protective and safe to his product and inventory. He took them...and when he died, his son William J. Lemp took over the business. Making it hugely successful. It was his son, Frederik that died suddenly and he was grief stricken over it. 

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This is where what has been told of the story differs from what I was shown that night in the Lemp Mansion. 

It has been told that William J. Lemp was so distraught by his son's sudden passing at the age of 28, that he shot himself in his bedroom. The first "suicide" of the string of them. This left the business to Billy Lemp Jr....the one who came to me in the dream. The one that prior to this, I had real reservation about communicating with. I believed that story until I walked in the door of mansion and begun the most intense 24 hours of my life. 

MJ and I checked in and wanted to go to the room first to feel it...and regroup there. I turned on my Zoom recorder as soon as we entered this EVP was captured...you can hear a male voice say "Be kind..." as if he is reprimanding someone. I feel this is the spirit of Billy Lemp Jr. speaking to Elsa. We were in Elsa's room...and Elsa ended up being a lot different than I expected her to be. Which is where the story of the first suicide, of their father William J. Lemp takes a turn for me. 

Here is the link to the EVP- https://soundcloud.com/meagan-pack/lemp-mansion-elsa-suite-be-kind

This is where everything begins to shift for me...and I begin to see and feel a picture very surprising from what I had been told and also, pre-judgments I felt prior coming to the mansion.

Billy greeted me instantly... and although I was wary, I felt him respect that and I felt true honesty that he was so grateful I was there. He wanted help. He wanted release. He would do anything for that. He was ready. 

Sitting in that bedroom, I felt what is hard to describe in words. I have no backing for this...at least in knowledge or understanding of how curses work. All I know is what I experienced and that is all I can tell here. I felt the Cherokee placed curse on the Lemp family. That curse was two fold...one, it was that they would kind of self-implode. Destroy themselves from the inside out. This curse was meant to drive them crazy, literally. The second part of the curse was that they are forever bound to the property. The land. The mansion. Never to be in peace. Never to leave the realm between life and death. A sort of purgatory. In a way, it felt very much like- "You wanted this land so much that you stole it? Well now you are here forever." What is interesting is I felt this curse had grown so much through the years...it had become its own entity. Intelligent, no. It was definitely residual...but its power had grown and grown and like a record on repeat...it kept doing the same things it had done from day one to bring about a feeling of insanity in whomever stayed there...lived there...was connected to there concerning the family. 

I could feel Billy happy ...or maybe the word is relieved that I was getting it. I also felt his frantic energy trying to gather up the family to all be in agreement to do what it took to leave that place...to break the curse...to humble themselves...and that may not be the right choice of words...but that was the feeling. He was ready to humble himself...where I don't feel in time past he was ever at that point. 

Elsa was a different story. I felt her energy and it was one that was a bit wicked. Liking to stir up...cause things...a bit imbalanced. She was the sister of Billy Jr...the sister of beloved Frederik that died suddenly...the daughter of the father who supposedly shot and killed himself out of grief. Elsa was in a very tumultuous marriage. She divorced and even she claimed mental and physical results in that divorce. However, they reconciled and a few weeks later, Elsa shot and killed herself in their home. The second suicide. Not on the property, but at her own home. 

This is purely my opinion, it is what I felt there and saw...and I want to put that as a disclaimer here beforehand- but I do not feel that all the the Lemp suicides were actual suicides. I feel Elsa pushed for the father, William to be out of the picture. I don't feel he had a great relationship with Billy or Elsa. I feel he truly ostracized them...and that they could and would never compare to Frederik. I feel Elsa was in Billy's ear concerning him never going to be trusted or allowed to take over the business while William was still alive. I feel that William was already so wounded...with the death of his son...and then his best friend also dying. He was getting older and ailing too...and I feel his "suicide" was made to look like one. I feel Billy had no idea until after the fact...and I feel he covered...for Elsa. 

Elsa, I feel did kill herself. I feel she was already on the verge of insanity...with her marriage...with what she did...growing more and more delirious. Her death, I do feel was self-inflicted.

With William gone, Billy Jr. took over. At a most horrible time...prohibition was beginning. The timing couldn't be more against him. That curse was working on him too. He had to sell the business...at a cost far below worth. He was known as quite the ladies man...and was in a messy divorce. His whole life was in shambles. His father basically made him feel his entire life that he didn't have what it took to run the business...and that is how it ended up playing out. But the sad part is, it wasn't his fault. It was the perfect storm. The perfect curse. 

Billy would be the next of the "suicides"...it is said he shot himself in his office, that room in the front of the mansion that I was immediately drawn to. It is also in this room where the mirror I saw in my dream prior is hanging on the wall. 

MJ and I went into that room...for me to talk to the spirits. This was after everything closed for the night. Only a couple of people remained in the mansion. I lit a candle. I then decided to play chanting...Cherokee chanting. I felt Billy come forward...that was tough for him. I could feel all his tumultuous feelings inside...churning away. Anger. Rage. Resentment. Hurt. I told him I was not trying to be disrespectful to him or rub it in his face...I was being respectful to the ones who were there before him...that they deserved that. I felt him back down. I felt a spirit come forward...ancestral...Cherokee...I have been told I have Cherokee in my bloodline...and maybe that is why I was allowed to do what I did next. I am not sure. I just know when I look back, I can see and feel it was brazen, maybe. But it is what my heart felt to do...

I asked the Cherokee why the curse could not be lifted? I said to it " We are in a new time and space. So much of earth and humans have evolved since you were here. In some ways, we have gotten only worse. But you can feel my heart...and you can search my heart...and you know and can feel my being. Why won't you evolve? Why does everything else evolve here...nature...everything...and yet, you will not? Why can't there be a truce? Forgiveness? Mercy? Don't you evolve too? Don't you learn and grow and is it not a part of your evolutionary track to be on the path of Divine Love as well?" I don't know how to put into words, but I do feel that this spirit listened to my heart and felt it...instead of fighting or standing staunch in conviction. In that moment, I felt a release...and I felt a permission...that those who were ready, would be allowed to cross over. I also felt this spirit tell me that nothing could be done about the "curse" itself. That the energy that this has created there would be there. I was not given any kind of permission to clear that and I will say right now, there is no part of me that felt that was even possible for me to do. I can still feel the strength of that Cherokee spirit...the representative that came forward. I also felt this was only a window of opportunity...that would not last forever. 

I felt the spirit step back...and I felt Billy present again...I asked him if he understood...I felt he did. I felt he knew too that in order for this to happen he must communicate on behalf of the family (since he was the one that was most present...seemed to be the ring leader and strongest) in the form of a true acknowledgement of the wrong done to the Cherokee. 

It was in this office that I too saw that Billy had not committed suicide either. I saw three men ...sneak up and in like ghosts...they killed him...and with his own gun. I don't feel that was the way it was planned...I feel they were going to in another way...but he had his gun present in his office at all times...and he was outnumbered when he held it. 

So far, I saw that William J. Lemp was murdered, not suicide. Elsa was most definitely suicide and Billy was murdered. 

Before I left the office, I played music for Billy from his era...the kind he would have listened to. I felt that brought him pain...so I turned it off. 

That brings us to Charles Lemp, the 3rd son Of William Sr.  He never married...and he was quite the flirt with MJ. There was a EMF reader session we did in his room where he answered questions by making the meter go off. This was done on a Periscope broadcast and was intriguing. I feel he had a real crush on MJ! She had an experience with him one of her first times staying at the mansion...that was quite personal. Charles was the last violent casualty...shooting his dog and then himself in 1949. He moved back into the mansion after some time away...and from what I have read...it was only him, his dog, and two servants. I feel he was slowly going mad. The curse working on him as well. There was a servant that came forward that I feel had a lot of abuse done to her...sexual type of games and mental abuse. Dark and mean stuff. I am not sure who...I did not want to look into that after the exhaustion of all that I had already felt and seen. Maybe she is one of his servants. I do feel he killed himself. Interesting, he wrote a note that said, " In case I am found dead, blame it on no one but me." That is all his suicide note said. I find it interesting that he says "in case"...if he is shooting himself, why would he use this terminology...and why would he feel the need to make his last words only be about blaming it on no one but him? I didn't get that answer. By that time, I was exhausted. 

MJ and I got into the bed...and this is where I had the most unpleasant night of my life. What is incredible is MJ was having the same exact experience, neither of us knowing it until we both awoke and spoke it to each other. I can only describe it as one moment, feeling like my whole body was on fire from the inside out. I would think this would be like a hot flash on crack! I would be dripping sweat. Then, in the very next moment, ICE COLD. The most freezing cold I have ever experienced physically. This went on all night. To both MJ and I. I felt it was like a torture tactic. I felt it was the curse. We also continued to hear what sounded like a tiny ball or something being dropped to the right of the room...like stones...pebbles...being thrown and hitting something. Over and over. I got ZERO sleep. MJ as well. 

When we woke up in the morning, I can say I was ready to bolt!! But I also wanted to speak to Billy again...and help assist with the crossing over. So I went off on my own...while MJ went to Charle's room. It was there I felt Billy ask me to promise him something. He wants me to write at the end here about what the Lemp family accomplished. What they were able to build. The good they did. Because despite their mistakes...they did some incredible things of that time...and he would like that spoken. I promised him I would. I felt Billy cross over. I felt the mother, whom never gets mentioned, cross over. I felt Charles cross over. Elsa, chose not to. Charles was hanging on till the last minute because of this. He did not want to cross without her. But he did. 

MJ and I left there and walked the neighborhood. To see the expanse of what they built...the brewery...the streets...the buildings...the mansion. Is incredible. This is a photo of me that morning. I felt out of body. In fact, when I flew out of there to see my family...it took me three days to be or feel "normal". Even my family saw it...and were worried about me. 

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I think you can see in my eyes. Also interesting is that these plaques are all over and they conjoin the Lemp with Cherokee...and up until the healing I felt that took place, I wonder if that went off well. 

After this experience, MJ ended up having a

real health scare. She had a seizure for the first time in her life...and for the only time, that I am aware of. I fully understand why. I am used to dealing with this kind of energy my whole life. Someone who is just opening...and experiencing it on that level...it is and can be a dangerous thing. This is the truth. And MJ experienced that in a big way. She is a trooper and got through it. I know that had to have been very scary for her. 

As I promised Billy...

John Adam Lemp came from Germany to St. Louis and he turned a small shop and vinegar and beer line into and industrial giant. He built a brewery above the tunnels and turned his Lager into one of the most sought after beers of the time. William J. Lemp took over and built it to mass proportions. He built a brewery that covered 5 city blocks! It is amazing to see...to see how many jobs that must have created. To see the wealth in the way it was built...the power and wealth of that family at that time. It was William's daughter that married into the Pabst family...and so, two great beer families came together. They thrived until the continued tragedies taking place brought them down. Their brewery was once valued at 7 million dollars. In that time, that is absolutely the epitome of wealth and success. I am not going to say what it sold for or to bring up the negative. This is only to show how much that family was able to create and that it did create good for St. Louis area. They fed families. They gave men jobs...tons of men. They built the city up. Many of the buildings still standing. The mansion had 33 rooms. It had a radiator system...just 5 years after such thing was even patented. They built a swimming pool, an auditorium, a ballroom in the cavern underneath. This is now permanently sealed. The tunnels led from the house to the brewery. To me, when I feel this...it feels like a vein...that tunnel...that connected the brewery to the mansion. That the curse and the hate and the betrayal and the energy of it all would forever travel and reside. This was not their intention...I truly feel they did not think twice about what they did. The drive and ambition it took to create what they were able to create ...well, that same drive and ambition was the root of their heartless decisions at times...that led to this tragedy in the first place. No one speaks of the brilliance of this family. It gets lost in the tragedies...the rumors...the salaciousness of it all. So today, I speak of the good they accomplished and all the were able to achieve in life. 

I will end on a photo of Billy Jr. May he rest in peace. 

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Kyron Horman Case

 

*The following is purely speculation and in no way should be considered concrete facts unless future evidence proves otherwise.

I still remember the day someone mentioned the Kyron Horman case to me. I remember it because I had been in Oregon for a year or so...and the person knew of what I do for my life purpose...and asked if I had looked into it. Up until that point, I had never heard of him or the case. In that same weekend, I had a friend come into town that is also a seer. She wanted to sit down and do a session with me. This woman is one of the few that I go to ...to this day...in full trust...when I can't see for myself.  When we sat down for session she immediately told me I had two children with me. One...a girl...one a boy. The boy...had glasses...and was saying his name was like a planet. She said it started with a K. I got chills. Just a day before someone mentioned this case and child to me...for the first time.

I have had so many people send me private messages and emails asking me if I have looked into his case. Yes. I have. At the very beginning of me coming fully into working on cases. I have never made public what came to me. There is a lot of energy involved in this that I don't want a part of. Not only for what happened...but since. The war that goes on between parties...to me...has become more important than Kyron.  I am sure it will be said otherwise. But so much energy is expended on fighting...and accusations...and war. It doesn't take rocket science to see and feel that it is a ticking energetic time bomb.

I woke up though...the other night...feeling it is time. Just put it out there. Not that it is going to change a thing...or bring resolution...just for the reverence of what I feel came forward to me. I had several weeks of sleepless nights...awakening in the middle of the night...and now I want to share why that occurred.

I am going to list here the notes I took during the middle of the night. Scribbled in the dark in journals...as I was awakened over and over again.

The letter "X".

Mile Marker #4 and #7.

A wooden plank. A sign. Long and narrow. Almost flesh to the ground. A park sign.

A silhouette of what is hard to describe....a massive center...round in shape that has branches coming from the core of it...low to the ground. Maybe a tree. The branches come straight from the center that is flesh to the ground.

Dixie Mountain Road. NW Kay Road.

The face of a man, in his 30's. He is wearing a cap/hat. He has dark brown hair and facial hair. Neatly trimmed facial hair. Could be a goatee. Larger eyes, hazel to green. Light. Terri drove him to this man. Fuller lips. She met him at the gym. He is connected to the gym with her. He is ethnic, possibly Hispanic.

The last 4-8 weeks of Kyron's life changed tremendously. Loss of innocence. His whole persona changed. He witnessed something he was not supposed to. Something that could bring legal trouble for others. Jail time. Sexual in nature.

Terri was having an affair with someone other than the man described above. Average height and 175-180 pds. Shorter hair. Average looks. Nothing distinguishable about him.

Kyron was killed because he witnessed something that could destroy the woman and those involved. And he could not be trusted to not tell people...someone...anyone.

I felt a sharp pain on the left top of my forehead. At the hairline. A large rock. He was hit over the head.

Dark stairs. A stairway leading down to a basement. Reading a book. Books. Put in the basement while things went on he was not supposed to see. Also, evidence in basement.

Something about a story he was told...about looking for or hunting for frogs. Feels like the day he was taken from school. He was told not to tell anyone...it was a special treat for him...and to not say anything because he would get in trouble for leaving school to do it.

A park, over and over. Sauvie Island Bridge. The name "William". There isFort William sign at mile marker 4 on Sauvie Island. The man involved works for a park and rec. In some way. May be connected to Sauvie. Either landscaping, electrical, or construction. For a park.

The letter "Z" associated with the man...a half dozen times or so...along with the number 3.

The roman numeral II ...which I feel means Junior.

Feeling of being chased. Down a path. Not lasting long.

3 people. A woman and two men. A triangle.

About the woman:

Sociopathic. What at the beginning, she was happy to take on and do, this was not pure motives. This was to win her place with father. About manipulation. Once attained...anything...she is no longer needing to pretend or manipulate. Kyron went from pawn to major kink in the plans and happiness. She hated him already for this...then it became not even an option once Kyron witnessed what he witnessed.

Being shown her destroying one of his favorite stuffed animals or toys. He is trying to grab it from her and get it away from her and she just keeps ripping it apart telling him "this is what happens when boys are bad."

Planned in many different ways. From planting sees of conversations with different people about relationship and unhappiness. Intentionally starting up a proven affair through text...to take track off of who she was really having affairs with. So it would seem it was this guy. There was a new affair with a very sick(energetically) man...not a long time in the making.

Repeatedly checking in with the school to see how Kyron was behaving so she could see if he was showing any signs of may draw suspicion to what he knew and had gone through. Making it seem to be a behavioral concern...like it was him...his fault...a difficult kid.

The color red. Red nails. Red everything. He hates the color red.

As odd as it seems...showing me over and over him playing pretend that he is vacuuming. At a younger age.

His remains have been moved several times. It is not in one resting place. There is a ritualistic feeling to it. Like the four corners...

Those involved are higher ups...key people...a ring of people...that he witnessed...

This is not solved because it has chosen not to be solved.

That is my notes... when I went forward with them at the beginning...there was enough for me to stop feeling the openness to look into it. I am sad to say, that I have chosen not to look into it since. Not out of a lack of compassion...just out of knowing the day this case has people who truly want it solved, it will be. There are people that sat back and allowed this...turned a blind eye. To protect their own interests. It is not just one. There are more details that I don't feel I should share here.

Until then, my heart goes out to the spirit of Kyron...and to those who truly loved him. He and everyone on this planet deserves so much more...and it is my hope and prayer that he will one day be given the honor of closure and truth as to what happened and who is responsible. I do feel that day may come. Sooner than later.

 

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