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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2018 20:55:30 GMT
I got lucky, and was "invited" by a friend to go on this little jaunt. www.destinationamerica.com/thehauntist/the-haunted-history-of-beechworth-lunatic-asylum/3 hours of wandering around an insane asylums abandoned buildings, playing with emf readers and conversing with energy in different forms. That's a way to spend your Saturday night! Rather then getting into a quasi debate over this, I'm simply going to post a few highlights, both for your reading enjoyment, and to cement said memories in my brain. The first room was the cellar. I knew this was going to be a good night when one of the girls turned and asked why I yanked her shirt... Only to have the other say that she was watching me, and I did no such thing *chuckle*. The guide then informed us such things were common, and not to antagonise "them" by asking for such, or worse, asking them to touch another (he punctuated this by showing a picture of welt marks down a persons back from a previous tour). Moving to another building, we were shown the treatment area, where such things as electric shock therapy, frontal labotomies, and the rudiments of altering brain chemistry thru chemicals were performed (many of which are still basically used today), and the morticians slab where the autopsies were performed when they frequently fucked up. I couldn't resist the option to lie down on it when offered.... Unique experience indeed... I shall do another post on the rest shortly. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2018 0:53:23 GMT
One of the ladies attempted a rest on the slab. A few seconds was enough for her, "Felt like I couldn't catch my breath". The guide explained how chloroform was used as a knockout drug, and it's affects. She was rather pale after the description heh.
Next, was the "delinquent" building for boys (under 18s). Much like any "prison", the strong abused the weak. Here a challenge was presented by our guide after we had traipsed around, to, in his words, " give the greatest chance possible ". Enter alone, cross the building, go upstairs, again cross back and reach the furthest wall of the shower block, then return. How could I say no? Vibes were certainly felt, but how much was psychosomatic I leave to wiser heads to decide. After those who were willing attempted it, the guide informed us this was the only building he refused to enter alone.
Here I'll describe a piece or two of equipment. The emf reader (we were told) would detect the energy of a being by lighting up, and questions could be answered. A yes would result in a rapid blinking as the emf spiked, while a no would result in the light flicking "off" with the spike, then returning to lit status. I had wondered about the validity of this (considering readings from electricity, networks etc) until the guide kindly pointed to the loose wiring... Should any power have been flowing to the building, it would have been a fiery husk long ago. I will also mention he requested all phones be turned off, or failing that, set to flight mode. I shall save the best "talk" I had till last, but these beauties were frequently lit. Another was a "periscope" which reacted to static/energy connected to an electric dictionary which would display words on a screen... Again, I shall save the best.
Around 12ish of us had began this trip. My own group of 4, a group of 2 ladies, and a larger group. This was the end of the 2 hr tour, and this larger group departed.
A theory is a sceptics energy can disrupt activity.. This latter group was largely thus. Having now departed, things escalated...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2018 3:39:25 GMT
A few random parts from the night.
A sign listed some of the reasons for admission:
Falling off a horse
Women in motel
Wearing red
Doing housework on a Sunday
One of the treatments involved spinning a person at up to 4gs... Or until blood came out of their ears. This got the bad blood out.
One Doctor believed Luna rays were the cause. He proceeded to walk around with an umbrella at night to protect himself. He also placed locked shutters on the patients windows to block these rays.
Reading a copy of the admission forms, I did not see a single release...
I did not read them all. I did not have the days required.
Solitary confinement consisted of a closet sized pitch black room, which you were placed in for 3 days straight. Food and water were not given for this period.
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Post by ben on Apr 15, 2018 15:13:17 GMT
Haha, that's not your typical Saturday's night!  |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 18:32:38 GMT
As we proceeded to the next building the guide informed us we were entering the women's area, which typically was much quieter.
Upon entering this building, instantly I was hit with a heat wave *shrug*. Always been told to expect "cold"... But considering how chilly the night was, it was almost a relief to want to remove my jacket.
When the seven of us had gathered, the guide began to explain the area.. And was interrupted by footsteps from the floor above. Everyone hesitated as a few echoing footsteps rang out from above until the guide attempted to speak again, only to have the footsteps repeat. I immediately headed upstairs at the first opportunity (both glad and disappointed when the others chose to stay downstairs). Alas the closest I came to contact was starring out an upstairs window, trying (as I had elsewhere) to place myself in the mindset of someone committed here... How many others had stood at these windows, gazing at the stars and dreaming of freedom (no slats to keep out that pesky moon here, a different doctor ruled here).
I did inadvertently scare the others when they came upstairs... I'd gotten into the habit of briefly turning my torch on when entering an unfamiliar room to check for holes in the floor, tripping hazards, wires etc, then proceeding in darkness. Quite a fright was had when they eventually made it up and their light found me in a dark room *chuckle*
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 18:56:19 GMT
Fun fact: The next building we entered had been partly renovated for use by a university. My uncle was actually the head of IT for the university at this time and had the pleasure of setting up the areas in use. A confirmed sceptic, he did show us a picture he took of the building while working there... In which the outline of a young girl is visible in an upstairs window. He also said he flatly refused to be in the building at night... But wouldn't comment as to why...
Telling this story to my friends as the guide set up the equipment, the periscope lit up and a single word appeared: Geek.
My did I laugh.
Another highlight from the periscope include "not me" (when the guide informed us a delivery driver had murdered a nurse here, and frequently pretended to be said nurse when communicating).
We were then separated into 3 groups of 2 people, and led to separate areas.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 19:37:04 GMT
Being primary a building for the nonviolent committed, the area we were placed in was known uncreatively as the "pole room"... Due to two large poles in the room. Attached to this was a nurses office: the guide stated unequivocally to ask permission before entering this room...(both hers and my emf had been constantly alight since we entered this area) So as soon as he left, I made a beeline for it  (to my less enthusiastic friends dismay). Before opening the door, I did indeed ask: " May we enter this room " *yes* was my emfs response. Opening the door, I stepped across the threshold... Only to be jerked to a stop by my friend. She had been keeping a tight grip on my hand since the guide had left (my insistence of limited torch probably not helping), and had rooted herself to the ground. Vigorously shaking her head, she said she felt sick as soon as she came close to the room, gesturing at her solar plexus as the area of discomfort. Releasing my hand, she took a step back from the door. The light from my emf turned off, with only hers remaining lit. "Ask" I encouraged her. "Somewhat" hesitant, she asked. "May I enter this room...?" *no* .... "Ask again (name)... May *we* enter" ".... May we enter...." .... *yes* Grasping her hand, I brought her across the threshold. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 20:39:55 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 20:48:44 GMT
Her physical discomfort had dissipated rather quickly when she backed away from the door, and did not return when she entered.
Indicating for her to sit opposite me, we placed both (again alight) emf readers between us. What followed was the clearest conversion I encountered that night.
"Were you a nurse here?"
*yes*
"Did you work here in the 1800's?"
*yes*
1860?
*no*
1870?
*no*
1880?
*yes*
Huh... My friend was somewhat wide eyed and utterly silent watching this exchange...
"Were these your ladies here?
*yes*
" and you took care of them? "
There was a noticeable pause here
*no*
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I was taken aback.
"... Did you try to care for them?"
*yes*
"But.. You couldn't...?"
*yes*
"... The doctors in charge made it difficult eh?"
*yes*
"But you did what you could for your ladies?
*yes*
I sat in silence for a short time, trying to imagine being in such an impossible situation. A wave of sympathy/empathy for such a time flowed over me... And both emfs deactivated. Collecting them and standing, helping my friend to her feet, we left the room just as the guide was returning.
He asked if we had entered the room and/or communicated, he listened intently as we retold the event. He explained who the nurse was, the limited freedom they had to treat/help people... And the abuse the female patients were subjected to by male doctors. Being the time it was, a female had no position/ability to influence, no recourse to report doctors to, and indeed had they made a complaint would have been rapidly fired and left with a many day horse ride to the nearest town, let alone a city with a similar institution ( if they were not simply blacklisted from the profession for speaking out, which was extremely likely).
We rotated out of this area, and upon regathering at the end were informed we were the only ones granted entry that night.
We proceeded to the next area.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 23:06:03 GMT
The next area was a little different.
A small area with only 3 "rooms" adjacent to each other. The guide pointed to each room, and told us the name of the.... Resident... In each one.
The odd one out was the 3rd room... The occupant had a male name. The guide challenged us to discover why a male was placed in an all female ward.
Each of these rooms was barely big enough to fit a single cot and a small nightstand, with a heavy wooden door sealing it from outside.
The first room had limited interaction. The second... After placing myself in the room I was soon struck with nausea. This feeling escalated until I was squatting on my haunches trying to acclimatise. The guide helpfully poked his head in and said the resident didn't like males, and frequently affected them with nausea xD
The third room was the puzzle. 20 questions didn't help me assemble a clear picture, tho it gave me some insight. The scratch marks in the back of the door were not an encouragement, and indeed the emf reader turned off when I closed the door behind me (much to the shocked look of my friends).
We made our guesses, and the guide corrected us. Few jobs were open to women at the time, so one in need of work may have been forced to say, dress and act like a man in order to gain employment. When the ruse was discovered... Well, all it took to commit someone was a pair of signatures from authorities. An unscrupulous doctor had no trouble signing people up for an indefinite stay with little encouragement, and indeed some men used this as a way to commit their wives, children, or an employee who disguised herself in order to work. Thus a women attempting to survive in what was truly a mans world would leave her small mark on the door they locked her behind.
We continued on
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2018 16:02:54 GMT
Reminds me of something called "akashic" record of temporal events as being residual leaving marks for present 'now' moment for living beings to see and experience for themselves and come up with answers for themselves or something like that.  - I (and others if they are) await more if there is any, @sol. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2018 20:18:01 GMT
Reminds me of something called "akashic" record of temporal events as being residual leaving marks for present 'now' moment for living beings to see and experience for themselves and come up with answers for themselves or something like that. - I (and others if they are) await more if there is any, @sol . It's sensing the imprints they made, while on some locations like Sol describes it is that they are still there and do stuff, stuck in between worlds until they solve whatever they have to let go of, and @sol you might add to opening (an)other dimension(s) for the shadows of former living people so they can leave that place sooner or later. This place was hell on earth for most of them, and still is. It is you, the incarnated people, who can add different imprints with your visit. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2018 18:39:29 GMT
Next was the nurses quarters.
Liberally covered with original artifacts from the time, this was possible the quietest part of the tour.
The head nurses rooms were a little different. Separated into two rooms, the first being obvious with a desk and chairs in front of it. The second... More akin to a mini doctors area.
This was where abortions were forcible performed.
While occasionally patients would manage to meet for illicit fun time... Sadly the majority of these pregnancies were the results of abuse by the staff. Regardless of the cause, pregnancy certainly was not allowed... And so they would be escorted to this tiny room, tied to a table and forced to undergo the procedure (which certainly was not to the medical standards of modern times). This would occasionally result in both the mother and the unborn child passing from this world together.
As we left the area, one of the ladies let out a bloody loud shriek... Something had grabbed her and gave a solid yank.
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(to my less enthusiastic friends dismay).
