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Normally, I would post photos and experiences much quicker after visiting a place, but I've delayed this particular post because it contains a more person reveal of what I feel, see and do. I completely understand skepticism. Heck, I'm pretty darn skeptical about many areas and people investigating the paranormal. I think we all have to maintain a grounded approach, while still remaining open to the not so easily explained. I give much thought to power of suggestion, placebo effect, psychosomatic reaction, expectations, physiology, and natural or man- made contamination. Science and faith can collaborate if we allow it to. I can't always explain why or how these things happen - or why some individuals can sense and others can't - - I simply know.. It feels natural and I sometimes forget (until I'm reminded or made fun of) that not everyone picks up on the same things that I do. For me, it seems like a basic instinct, but I'm often reminded that it is supposedly 'paranormal' to do and feel what I sometimes can. Since childhood, I've been called: weird, unusual, eccentric, imaginative, nutter, creepy, freak, psycho and crazy by kids and yes, adults. Yeah, I've heard it all and for a long time I've kept my mouth shut, isolating myself from most things (which doesn't really work too well), and not speaking about it except to a very close and trusted inner circle of friends. I was actually letting others lack of perception rule my daily life. Even though my suppression may have eased an individual's discomfort with the subject matter, it caused a toxic level of anxiety, nightmares, phobias, frustration and unhappiness that built over the years within myself. Finally I reached the critical point where I had to say, . I'm actually lucky and gifted and God bless me, different! I have much to offer and enjoy exploring the world again (with all its extras). There is a science, exploration, richness, balance and understanding that comes with listening to all the senses. There is good and bad, harmony and disturbing chaos. I've decided to share this part of my life with others and hope it facilitates discussions, questions, generates answers, validations and shares experiences that lead to understanding or more theories. You never know when you might get back and I can't stand missing out on an opportunity. Recently, I've been traveling with my daughter to various college campuses. After narrowing down her choices, we decided the final decision had to be based on our personal experience and tours. Our last college to visit was Boise State located in Idaho. We literally had 2. Unfortunately, by the time we landed, the Old Penitentiary was closing. Hey, I'm flexible.. I can re- work the schedule in a heartbeat! Time is a wasting, so we had to switch gears. Instead, we toured the immediate area around the campus, stores, historical areas, capitol building, parks etc. We located everything a college kid would need or want - - as well as, conducting my very scientific 'is this a relatively safe place for my daughter at night' assessment. Then it was dinner, shower, and bed because we had an early morning. We skipped breakfast, because who the hell can eat at this ungodly hour, and went straight to the parking garage. We embarked on the student guided campus tour, learning all we needed to know about prancing ponies and bright orange skinny jeans at Boise St. Promptly, following the campus tour, we hit the Student Union for some authentic college cuisine. Afterward, I swiftly spotted a Starbucks located in the library (bonus) before hoofing it to the Honors College to meet with an advisor. After a Q& A and quick tour, we were off across campus to the science building to grill the Biology department representative. Determined to make it to the penitentiary before our plane departs, we hustled to the parking garage. Oh, wait.. we hustled to the wrong parking garage, oops! Yep, after a slight panic attack that our rental car got towed and wasting valuable time, we were soon back on track, found our car and sped across town to the penitentiary for a quick history and spook session. May I begin by saying that for those who know me or have read previous posts, know that I travel and tour many places that have paranormal claims. I've grown up with the paranormal and I'm not readily frightened or anxious around such things. I must say, either I was having an 'off' day, or Idaho Pen let me have it because even in the daylight, with clear beautiful blue skies and birdies cooing, this place left me a bit more than unsettled. I had a hard time entering almost every building and remaining. A few places I even refused to go through or into. Perhaps, I wouldn't sense as much or have such a strong reaction, but it definitely made a lasting impression. My advice, investigators beware and don't fool around. This is a place for the seasoned and serious paranormal researcher or intuitive. Enter with respect (as you should all places) and protection. You've been warned. Boise Blue Sky and Bars (the iron kind)At the Old Idaho Penitentiary, we were greeted by a volunteer and given a map. This site provides the unique opportunity for visitors to explore (self- guide) the buildings. Most historical sites and museums are rather restricted, crammed with tourists or monitored, that can alter or hinder the experience, both normal and paranormal. This place was amazing because we pretty much had the entire area to ourselves, and most of it was open and left in its natural state. It's authentic, raw and worth the stop. He was happy to answer inquiries, without being intrusive. During the riot in 1. You can observe charred areas on the underside of the overhangs. My daughter stands at a whopping 5'2. We both wondered how normal size or large men functioned and moved within these spaces. It must have been extremely uncomfortable and claustrophobic. The left photo shows the spacious two- man bunk. Remember, this building was used until 1. Even though I really wanted to see everything, it was actually hard to force myself to enter any of the buildings. Both my daughter and I couldn't bring ourselves to walk through the connecting hallways. It literally felt as if there was a barrier or energy field that kept us out. We'd approach, turn, look at each other and ask if the other 'felt' that. Oh, I know I could have pressed on, but something didn't want us back there, so we respected the warning. As soon as I crossed the threshold of Cell House 2, I paused to focus on my breathing. There is anxiety from being nervous, then there is anxiety from energy. I was dealing with processing the energy of the place. In this particular space, I never felt like I could fully catch my breath. This ghost stuck close to me the entire time I toured the prison and wouldn't stop messing with my hair, sending tingling sensations (the creepy kind) down my neck and arms. So in this case, I let her go ahead and observed her (and the space around her) and hung back. Yep, while she wasn't looking I was swatting at invisible cobwebs and mumbling to the ghost man to stop touching me. Of course, he didn't listen, so I had to exert my will a bit louder. Now, I'm shuddering and wiping at invisible stuff, while squirming around. Yeah, I imagine I looked liked a schizophrenic off her meds, but hell, no one was in the building (thank God!) so public embarrassment wasn't an issue this time. However, my daughter started laughing (instead of being scared), she asked me what was going on? I told her that this guy was giving me the willies and messing with me. She confidently walked by and said, . Geez, thanks partner! Admittedly, the only history I know about the Idaho Penitentiary is what was given to me by the volunteer. I know even less about the inmates and guards who resided or worked there. For this reason, I'm including a description/impressions of the man who tagged along with me. If any other, readers, PN researchers or historians have info. He wasn't interested in revealing that information to me. He wasn't much taller than me, guessing around 5'8- 5'9. He was younger, I'd say in his 2. He had blueish gray eyes and a country boy smile. However, he was mischievous and despite his flirty demeanor, I felt he had a darker side. He enjoyed being annoying, liked watching for a reaction, was curious but also quick- tempered if offended. I'm sure he could convince a lot of people of his innocence, but my impression is he was the type of good- looking boy that could turn mean, fast. He had no problem invading personal space and enjoyed staying uncomfortably close - either to intimidate or creep. Throughout the tour I referred to him as my temporary hitchhiker, because he went everywhere I did. He didn't just follow, he was so close, that he continual touched my left side the entire time. With one exception: He did not enter Cell House 3. Instead he lingered in the yard with his hands in his pockets as if he was watching (stand- offish) the other inmates and activities going on. Cell House 3 Was originally condemned for habitation in 1. Then in 1. 92. 8, was remodeled for inmate occupancy and became the first house with indoor plumbing. First, we felt like we were on a boat. You get this sort of rocking, unstable feeling even when standing still. Although, this is an old building, it is solid. I can't say the flooring is completely even, but usually in spaces with varying flooring, you get what I call a 'fun house effect,' this was more like a continually rocking back and forth sensation. If I didn't know better, I would have thought we had entered the haul of a vessel. Secondly, and this happened when we were climbing the stairs, we both got a strange poking/stabbing feeling in our stomach area. We agreed it felt like when a person pokes to tickle you, but it actually hurts instead. It was uncomfortable and felt like someone was sticking a finger in my left side and wiggling it around. On the second floor (see pic. Escape artist Harry Houdini's strait jacket escape vs escape artist Alexanderia the Great . See more at http: //alexan.
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